Hey, guys! So, here's the sitch. Because of school, I've been struggling to write longer chapters in shorter periods of time. It's one of the main reasons why I haven't updated in, like, ages. Plus, I think I've lost some of my writing muse for my fanfics. I have loads of ideas spouting up all over the place, but they're for possible new fanfictions and stories and I really want to finish one of my current ones first before I start a new one. So, to get some of my muse back, I'm writing drabbles for one of my universes - the Katie & Hikaru universe. Well, not exactly drabbles per say, but really short stories. Like, less than a page. I'm trying to get back into character, so bear with me.

Anyway, I'd originally been just writing them for a friend, and she suggested putting them up on here, so I decided to do it. ^_^ Enjoy my very short stories/drabbles that will probably be updated once a week! :D

(Oh, P.S. they're prompts from Tumblr, and I'm going down a list, so they'll occur at all different types of points on the timeline :3)

Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason

Katie sighed as she walked into the flat, shutting the door behind her quietly.

It had been a long day at uni. Yes, she had finished her physics degree ages before, but now she was doing a Law degree, partially because there was nothing for a Physicist to do, but mainly because she was interested in Law and it would have either been that or teaching, which she didn't like the sound of. So she had picked a Law degree, and was in her second year at LSE - London School of Economics.

Over the time that had occured between the day she had started university and now, Katie had gone from living in a flat in London around UCL (with her bestie Eglė) to moving out of her place and living with her (now fiance) Hikaru.

They lived happily together. Hikaru was slowly yet surely learning how to cook better and better, and Katie was getting better at maintaining the house when he wasn't home. It wasworking out well.

Katie was just heading to the kitchen, and had just put her bags down on the counter, when it happened.

"Boo!" Hikaru jumped out of his hiding spot beside the fridge, poking her in the sides where he knew she was ticklish.

The redheaded female screamed, jumping sky-high and putting a hand on her chest as if it would slow down her racing heartbeat. She turned to glare at the male. "Hikaru!"

He just grinned at her. "Hehe... you jumped really badly..."

"I could have DIED!"

"But you didn't."

"That's not the point! You don't do that!" She glared darkly at him.

He paled, gulping a little. It was never good when she was mad. He took a couple of steps back, preparing to run when she grabbed his arm. He stared at her with wide eyes waiting for what she would do.

"You can cook dinner tonight," she told him. "And I want it to be perfect."

He paled, gulping. That may not have sounded like much to any ordinary person, but to a rich boy who couldn't cook it was like a death sentence.

"Get cooking," she told him, letting go of his arm and walking out of the room.

Hikaru just stared after her.

And that was the last time he made her scream.

Well, in THAT way, at least.