A/N: Just something I'm doing, because I keep writing these stories, but they never get out. And because I don't wanna upload a bunch of one-shots, I'm just gonna put them all in one story thing. So, enjoy!

WARNING: Okay. Before you read ANY of these short stories, you gotta know that it's guy X guy for most of them. And it mostly consists of Simon and Crow. Sure, there might be a few that are girl x guy, but it's mostly yaoi! I promise I won't get into any smut, but still. If it gets to the point where I should add another warning, I will.

Simon X Crow

Smile for Me

The smoke entered Simon's lung, only to soon be exhaled. The transparent gray cloud traveled throughout the night sky, soon disappearing into nothing. From a few flights down, he could hear the crying of a child, along with soft shushing noises of his mother. The walls of Little Fin apartments were so thin, anyone could hear conversations. That's what he did those sleepless nights. He listened to couples getting into fights, some of them threatening to leave, others threatening to kill themselves. He would be honest, he didn't care if anyone actually put a gun to their head and pulled the trigger. He didn't care if someone ate a handful of pills, or if they hung themselves. Really, no one but his siblings mattered. As long as they were okay, he was happy... or close to it. Of course, no one can ever be truly at peace. But, dammit, as long as they were smiling at him every morning, he could say he was happy.

Knock, knock, knock

"Hm?" Even the knocking from the other side of the apartment could be heard. He took one last drag of the cigarette in his hand, before setting it in the ashtray and leaving the balcony. He slowly opened the door once he was in front of it, surprised to find red and pink tulips lying on the ground, wrapped together in black ribbon. He gently picked them up, a small card, white falling out from the middle. 'Simon' was written on the front in cursive, the letters seeming to have been written in red paint, or something as the letters dripped. He opened it up, returning inside.

'Simon,

Wondering how long I'll continue to hide until I finally show myself to you. I'll be honest, I've traveled down to Abington Towers many times before, and I've seen you down in that empty pool, looking bored as all hell. I wanna go up to you, say hi, ask how your day's been, but... I'm afraid you're going to automatically reject me. I guess this is just a way of showing you a small part of my feelings for you. I'm sure you don't even remember me. We met once before, said a few words to each other, and that was it. We went our separate ways, and you never saw me again. I've seen you around, yeah, but it always worried me that you'd take one more look at me and call me freak, then walk away laughing.

I'm sorry to have disrupted your night. But, I saw these and... well, I thought about you. So, I got them and after asking around, I found out where you lived. Don't worry, I'm not gonna stalk you. I'd never go that far. But, I thought these would be nice. Maybe add some color to your place? I know Little Fin is kinda sad looking on the outside. Not really sure what your apartment looks like, but, hey. They're free flowers, right?

Okay. I'm gonna end this here before you think I'm insane. Well, you probably do, but... ya know...

Take care, Simon! Hopefully the next time I see you, I'll actually be able to talk to you.

~Misfit Pianist'

A blush slowly crept onto Simon's face as he finished reading the card. He looked at the tulips he was still holding, smiling slightly. They smelt amazing. Very sweet, actually. It shocked him. He took another glance at the card. A pianist? He remembered meeting someone who had said they played the piano in their off time, but he couldn't remember the name. Couldn't remember the face, either. Though, it surprised him that this person took their time to find out where he lived, and actually bought him flowers. This person was most likely an enforcer he didn't see around too much. Who else knew he was down in Abington Towers? Only enforcers did.

Simon slowly made his way to his room, gently laying the tulips and cards on the nightstand. Yeah, they added color to his room. He smiled more, making his way back to the balcony, continuing to smoke his cigarette. Sure. His siblings being happy made him content, but knowing someone cared about him this much, as weird as it was, made him genuinely smile. It was... nice to know that someone was there; that someone acted as though they cared. It made him... happy to know that someone was trying to reach out and show him their feelings.

And unbeknownst to Simon, as he stood at the balcony, smoking his cigarette with a smile, a tall man stood around the corner, watching him quietly. His heart was beating in his chest, as if it threatened to jump out or explode. He felt his stomach twist and turn, making him feel sick, but God, he liked the feeling. His face was red as he turned his heels, walking back down the street.

"Tomorrow," he muttered to himself quietly, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile. "I'll talk to him tomorrow. Even if it kills me."