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Shoujo To Shounen
A Girl and a Boy

In a small town by the sea, surrounded by trees and in easy view of the mountains, was a small street right in front of a small theatre. And at the bottom of the small street was a small house. At the back of the house was a small bedroom with two small beds, one of which was empty. The second small bed held a girl of 17 years, who was also small, considering her age. She slept peacefully for it was dark night. On the wall, a small clock whispered an almost silent Christmas carol, for the house was full of love and the Christmas clocks stayed up year round. It was midnight; the witching hour, and as the clock being to play the window of the small room started opening.
Mere minutes before, a boy had crept down the small street in front of the theatre in the small town. He had crept around to the back of the small house, peeking through the blinds to look into the small room to see if it was the right one. Then the boy had started opening the window, for because of some small error it had been left open just a crack, barely enough, yet still enough so that the boy could slip his figertips between it and the sill and gently push it open. That was when the clock played. Silently the boy crept into the small room in the small house, and stood quietly in front of the bed. The clock fell silent.
The boy gently brushed a strand of hair away from the girl's face, admiring the way the long golden brown strands stood out a burnished copper color against the pillow, the moonlight accenting the natural highlights. Perhaps it was this small action that alerted the girl to his presence, for quite suddenly she sat up. Noticing the shadow across her bed, the girl glanced over, fearfully at first, then joyfully.
she half cried, half whispered. She slid her feet off the bed-indeed, it was a tall bed, with an extra mattress on top, placing the girl a little bit closer to the stars-and embraced the boy. What are you doing here? she asked.
The boy replied, but it wasn't an answer. It's been a long time. Or at least, it feels like it.
Only a few months. But I still hadn't expected to see you.
It's your birthday, isn't it? Why wouldn't I come?
Never mind. the girl said, snuggling her face into the boy's clean white shirt. He smelled so clean, even though the blood of many was on his hands. Yet you couldn't blame him, just as you couldn't blame a bullet that's been shot.
Don't you want your birthday present? the boy asked.
What is it? she replied, stretching and thinking that his mere presence there with her was enough. Her nightgown was thin so the slight silhouette of her slim body as she arched her back was visible. The boy guiltily allowed his gaze to slide down her body.
he said, pulling her close and kissing her softly.