Sometimes i just want to write down ideas i got about so may different things. And then i found something very interesting.

I have two possible OC's for KHR! but before i want to write stories, i wanted to try out the feeling and the consistency of them.

And then i thought, why not write drabbles first? Look what they should be, how they work, how you feel about them. (I mean, don't get me wrong, i have the OC's both written down, but it is different writing about and with them.)

And so, this Story was born.

In which i will be trying out some things and would be grateful for suggestions, critic or anything else^^

Hope you like it^^

Disc: KHR! is not mine. I just work with it for amusement. I am not making money with it.

Trying out: Niall Tian Conolly (Soulmate AU: Trade of Skills)

Trade of Skills: Where the Soulmate gains the knowledge of a skill the other part of the bond knows. Sometimes you just should try out different activities.

He didn't know why he had let himself be corralled into it.

It was against everything he believed in. He had been goaded and let on until his feet were trudging on the small center stage. Loud booming music assaulted his ears, making his glasses shake slightly from the vibration in the air.

Why, o why had he given a positive answer to Reborn's question? Why had he said yes to enter a club with his fellow Arcobalenos?

He could just sit tight in his laboratory and test some new ideas, or try to mix up another batch of explosives for Skull to test out. (And if he would get a little overboard, nobody would bat an eye.)

But no, he had entered the Club, had sat tight at the counter and drank one or two glasses with a mixture of banana and rum. It was fine, until Reborn had come back from the dancefloor, a small brunette man tucked against his side, and started to make fun of him, Verde, that he was an unsociable person and that all his intellect would never help him in this situation.

Normally, he would have ignored it. Would be above the barb against his pride and intellect. But not today.

First, his longtime Experiment and blown up in his face, ruining his most beloved lab coat in the process. Then Skull had mixed up his coffee ground with brown sugar and cinnamon, ruining his first drink of the day, just only followed with getting run over by Colonello who was fleeing from his fiancé and destroying his glasses in the process.

All in all, Verdes day had really been anything than peaceful and quiet. And he was at the end of his patience.

So, he had huffed at the grinning Hitman, shed his overcoat and trudged over to the dancefloor, all the while lamenting to himself, that this would be the icing on his day. Embarrassing himself in front of many people and the greatest Nuisance (Hitman his ass!). But he would go down with his head held high, not screaming and kicking like most people would in this situation.

The music was still pulsing loudly around him, sending little shocks through his system with displeasure. He had read about dancing, of course, but never found an appeal in the rhythmic movements or spastic seeming twitches the human body could do. (He would never do that again, he swore to himself.)

Verde took his last breath, deep in and slowly out, and closed his eyes. His back turned to his fellow (and snickering) Arcobalenos.

He was never prepared for his fast beating heart to calm down, for his feet to slide and glide over the ground, for his arms to hold up the rhythm of the music and for his body being able to sway and move the way it was right in this moment.

His body seemed to adapt to the music around him, incorporate it and making it HIS!

Warmth flooded his limbs and body, spread from his heart to his toes and fingers, filling him with it and calming his mind. He felt as if someone else guided his body along, felt ghostly fingers prod him into positions he had never even thought about, stretching his muscles in a most pleasurable way.

For him, who had long ago disregarded that he had deserved a soulmate, it was like finding the missing half of his being. Finally, something to show him that he had a Soulmate, that he was worthy!

And he relished in the feeling, tried to take it all in, to be just grateful that in a moment of weakness he was not alone and that his Mate would not let him embarrass himself.

He let his body move along, fully immersed in the warm feeling and the gently, ghostly touches against him. Maybe he would do this more often now…

(Unbeknownst to him, his fellow Arcobaleno's jaws were hanging on the floor, their eyes hanging on his sinfully moving frame and taking in the heart eyed male and female attendances in the Club. Never would they have thought that Verde, stiff and calculating Verde, could move like that. Only Fon smiled to himself, his sharp eyes taking in the soft glow in the Lightning's face, the small signs of glee and Home he showed. He was happy for one of them to finally feel connected to his other half.)

I couldn't get the picture of a sinfully dancing Verde out of my head after listening to some music and browsing pictures^^