I decided to do a few one-shots out of inspiration. You see, I'm a HUGE fan of Jericho, and of course Kyd Wykkyd has a place in my heart too. But I realized that there wasn't many fan fics that had both of the mute boys together, so, I decided to do it for myself, and others that wanted to see them together. Hope you enjoy!

The blonde curly haired boy played his sweet tune on top of the Titans tower. He loved strumming his guitar in the fresh open air, as he felt the cool wind caress him. His eyes were closed when he played his lovely song. Suddenly, he felt a strong gust of wind pass by him, causing his curly hair to blow with the wind. He lifted up his arm and squinted his eyes until the wind dissipated enough for him to see. Jericho stood up with the neck of the guitar in his hand, and scanned around the top of the tower. The only thing he saw was the warm orange glow of the sun set, and nothing more.

The boy shrugged his shoulders, and slumped on the back to the door to the inside of the tower, where he continued his tune. Again, his vivid green eyes closed as he became engrossed in his song. A thin but tall shadow stood above him, covering Jericho's sight of the sun set. He stopped strumming and titled his head up to see a teen his age, a pale tall teen with a cowl almost like tall bat ears. His most notable features was his long, draping solid black cloak and his large, glowing red eyes. The teen stood above Jericho and stared down at the blonde boy's bright green eyes.

Jericho gave a small nervous smile and a simple wave to the teen, but in response was given the same blank expression. Nonetheless Jericho picked up his beloved guitar again and started to strum. He didn't really mind the dark teen staring at him, considering he does a lot of staring himself to others, so he kept on playing.

Ten minutes later the dark teen still stared at Jericho, in his green vivid eyes, as though he was waiting for him to attack, or at least a pathetic slap to the face. Jericho looked up at the teen's bright red eyes, and the staring contest began. Not one blinked or wavered an expression, both just stared into each other's soul, but both could also do it literally as well.

The dark teen gave a small flick of his hand for a wave of hello. Jericho assumed he was just a shy guy, so he stood up, left the guitar on the ground and waved once again. The teen's eyes drew to the guitar on the ground, interested in the wooden instrument. The blonde boy didn't take much from it, but instead tried to talk to him. He waved his hand around mouth and pointed to the dark teen.

Can you speak?

The dark teen titled his head quizzically, and didn't understand Jericho at all. Jericho sighed as he tried to think of another way to get the dark teen's name, and he rubbed his chin in thought. Then, he quickly jerked up his head up, his eyes bright and his mouth in a crooked smile. He ran inside, obviously with an idea, and let the door slam shut behind him.

The dark teen smiled with a mischievous glint in his eyes and grabbed the guitar from off the ground. He has jerky awkward movements as he attempted to strum the guitar. He became frustrated when he couldn't even make a decent tune. It was just the sound of the thin metal rubbing against his long finger nails emitted from the wooden instrument. His hand that was rested on the top of the guitar clenched in anger, and suddenly clamped on the neck of the guitar. He stood up and brought the guitar over his head, ready to slam it down to the ground in frustration.

The door creaked open to Jericho's smiling face with a blank piece of paper and a fresh sharpened pencil. His eyes went from joy to absolute terror when he saw the dark teen ready to smash his most beloved possession.

The dark teen suddenly froze in place, with the wooden instrument over his head. His forehead dripped in a tear of sweat in embarrassment, and smiled nervously. He slowly brought the guitar down and gently set it aside him, and smiled awkwardly, hoping it as a small apology.

Jericho's grave face washed away and turned back into his normal cheerful expression, as though nothing happened and strolled over to the other teen. He handed the teen the piece of paper and the pencil. The teen took the paper but notched it wasn't blank anymore but with neat curly cursive on the corner written small.

Hi! What's your name?

Jericho held his hands behind his back and swung on his tip toes a little, waiting for his answer. For a while, the teen started at Jericho's cursive, as though he was trying to make a hole into the paper with his eyes. His other hand grasped the other side of the paper, and tore it in half.

The blonde boy's eyes widened in surprise, but quickly changed to sadness and disappointment. He slumped over in his gloominess and drooped his head towards the ground. The dark teen smiled a bit mischievously, but when he saw Jericho's dreary expression, the dark teens brow dripped in sweat a little, and frowned. He turned around with the pieces of paper in hand. His hands waved all over his body rapidly, as though he was trying to construct something.

A few minutes and tears later, the dark teen swung around with his new creation in hand. Jericho lifted his head a little from his weeping to see a small grin on the dark teens face and his paper construction in his palm. It's was a wrinkly paper crane, with a few words written on one of the wings. The blonde boy smiled a bit as he gently lifted the delicate paper object from the dark teen's hand. He read the dark teen's beautiful gothic calligraphy on the wing of the crane.

Kyd Wykkyd. What's yours?

Jericho took the pencil from Wykkyd's hand and wrote on the other wing of the crane, in his curvy cursive.

Jericho. It's nice to meet you.

Wykkyd nodded in reply. Jericho smiled.

- X-Xepher-X