Hey guys x3! Back already. I had kinda taken a vow to take a break before starting anything new, but eh… I'm not very good at keeping promises to myself. So this is my Tweener. What that means is that it's going to be what I do in between stories; sort of a side project if you may. That means that it wont be updated nearly as often as normal… probably. I'll just post things as they come to me.

As stated in the description, this is just a collection of random stories that have nothing, unless otherwise stated, to do with each other. For that reason the pairing may change sporadically. One chapter may be IkeMarth, and the next IkePit; who knows.

Um… I'm thinking about doing a Vampire Knight KanameZero next, but I dun know… I really need to think out the details of this one. With Aimaru, I knew that it would come to a close sooner or later, as Marth would have to make a choice. With this one… well, I don't know. And I don't want to start something I can't wrap up nicely; nor something in which I'm going to get major writers block. We're lucky that it didn't happen in Aimaru, because that story was completely winged on the spot.

Well, here you go. Review and such, yadda yadda, you've heard it before. Sorry for such a long opening, I'll shut up now.

I lied. Boy, I do that a lot. This first story is something I'm actually making a manga page of (that's a Japanese comic for you animespeak impaired people). Still, I found the thought of writing it out to be interesting as well. Let me know what you think.

Meta Knight's large gloved hands held the book in front of him, his yellow eyes scanning it carefully.

But the hobbit was worried and uncomfortable, and they had difficulty in getting anything out of him. On thinking things over…

As he read, he couldn't help but notice the pair of light blue optics staring at him intently from over the edge of the book. With an annoyed sigh the puffball set the book down on the table in front of him, looking up at the youth. "What is it Marth?"

The young prince held his intent and questioning gaze, staring at Meta Knight as if trying to see something upon him. "Meta Knight… you… you have parents, right?"

What a stupid question. But the masked puffball answered regardless, "I did. Once." That was long ago, many years before Marth had even been conceived.

"Once?" the youth asked, sitting up slightly in surprise.

"Yes. They're dead."

"Oh," he seemed a little flustered, a redness of embarrassment rising to his cheeks. "I… I'm sorry."

"It was long ago, it doesn't matter." He looked back down to his book momentarily, and then up at the prince; he'd better get this over with now. "Was there a purpose to your question?"

"Y-yeah!" Once again Marth leaned over the table, staring at Meta Knight with his head cocked slightly. "I was just wondering… so you were… born right?"

"Naturally." What; did he think that the Stork had brought him into existence? For a prince he had much to learn.

"But…" Light blue optics turned away, a blush spreading across the prince's cheeks.

"But?"

"Well… you know… how?"

"I don't understand," his voice carried more than just a hint of annoyance. Could he not just get back to his book in peace and quiet?

"How do you… you know, people like you and Kirby… how do you have sex?"

Yellow eyes became small dots behind the mask, and a hand went up to Meta Knight's face, rubbing his temples. "Marth, why would you ask that?"

"Well," the young prince was flustered, "It's just. You and Kirby are kinda… well, naked. I mean, you've got a cape and gloves and shoes, but that's about it. And you don't have the, um, the key part to the equation, you know?" by now the youths face was beet red.

With a sigh Meta Knight lifted his book once more, his eyes falling upon the pages. "Maybe I'll show you sometime," he murmured.