1AN- Okay people who are reading this story! Am I great at introductions or what? Okay, so anyways, this is a little collection of stories for something I like to call the Four Swords 100 Theme Challenge. (M-rated stories for this series can also be found someplace else.) Basically, anyone here can give me a random number from 1-100 (the taken ones will be listed on my profile), and I'll give you the story prompt corresponding to that number. If you don't like the pairing or story description you get, just tell me and choose a different number or something.
Anyways, here's my story! My brother's friend chose the number for me.
It was raining. Therefore, the Links were cooped up inside with their annoying neighbor, Elsie.
Most of them didn't seem to mind. Red was making brownies, Vio- of course- was reading, with Shadow leaned against him and reading over his shoulder, while Green and Elsie just couldn't shut up.
Blue was situated on the couch, becoming increasingly irritated with his snuggly purple–and-black counterparts sitting on the windowseat.
Feh. Love. Stupid.
Blue looked over his shoulder into the kitchen, where the sweet smell of chocolate wafted out like a current. Red bent down, opened the oven, took out the pan of deep brown batter, and inspected it for a moment. "Not ready yet," Blue could hear him mutter.
Wait. It's not what you're thinking. You're totally getting the wrong idea. Blue was only half in love with Red. Really. Only 50%.
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They were fighting again. Green and Blue had gotten wrapped up in another one of their silly arguments, insults being thrown at each other like bombs. This battle truly was explosive.
While Vio simply ignored them, and Shadow actually found this exchange entertaining, Red was more than a little worried.
"Green, Blue!" he cried out as he rushed towards them. "Stop it!"
"Stay outta it, Red!" Blue yelled back. He drew his sword and aimed it at Green. "We end this now, Broccoli Hat!"
Green's eyes widen, but he stood his ground. "Fine, Blueberry Face!" he retorted, drawing his sword as well.
Red gasped and back away, his face growing pale. "You two..." he whimpered. "Don't..."
Blue ignored him. He didn't care. Not at all. Why should he care about Red's opinion? He was only half in love with Red. Really. Only 50%.
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It was bedtime. Far past that, actually. It was almost three in the morning when Blue's bedroom door creaked open. Blue, being a light sleeper, woke up with a yawn.
"...Blue?" a high-pitched voice softly called out.
"Huh- Red?" Blue murmured, recognizing the voice.
Red shuffled into the room, clutching a stuffed bunny rabbit to his chest. "I-I had a nightmare. Can I..." he struggled to get the last part out. "...sleep in your bed?"
Blue rolled over, turning away form the smaller boy. "No."
"B-But Blue...!" Blue couldn't see Red, but he could imagine the look on his face- wide, teary eyes, flushed cheeks, pouting...
"Fine," he said, pulling up the sheets for Red to get under. But not because he cared for the poor boy. And as Red made himself comfy next to Blue, he had to remind himself- he was only half in love with Red. Really. Only 50%.
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The monster was huge. That is, it had been huge, but now it was dead, so it wasn't really much of anything.
Green and Shadow high-fived. Red let out a sigh of relief. Vio smiled and nodded.
Blue took an epic step forward, shouting "Yes!" But as he did so, a surge of pain burst through his right leg, making him cry out.
Red immediately rushed to him. "Blue! A-Are you okay?"
Closer inspection revealed a deep gash in Blue's lower leg, cutting through his white tights and into his skin.
Red winced at the sight. "Oh my goodness! D-Don't worry Blue, I'll take care of it!" From a bag, he pulled out a roll of bandage. Looking up at Blue, his cheeks began to grow pink.
"U-um, Blue... Y-you need to take off your... um... t-tights..." he stumbled through the words.
Blue shrugged, pretending not to care. But he was fighting the blush rising to his face. But why? It's not like he was worried about Red... seeing anything. He was only half in love with Red. Really. Only 50%.
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There were so many flowers. Oh goddesses, so many flowers... It made Blue feel sick. Red had wanted Blue to go on a walk with him, and well... here they were.
"Blue, Blue!" Red cried, running to Blue with his hands shoved behind his back.
Blue tried to hide his smile. "What?"
Red took one hand out from behind his back to reveal a light blue flower- a rose. (1)
"I-It's for you," Red said. Although he was smiling, it was abundantly clear he was expecting rejection. But instead, Blue took the flower, and picked another off the ground- a white camilla. (2)
"Here, take it."
Red's face lit up. "Th-Thanks, Blue!" The boy was practically beaming.
No matter how much Red's happiness shed light on Blue's mood, he had to remember- he was only half in love with Red. Really. Only 50%.
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It was getting late. Naturally, Red was getting tired. He yawned, plopping himself down on the couch next to Blue.
"I'm tired..." he mumbled.
"I know..." was Blue's response.
They hadn't been sitting there for long before Red started to drift on, laying his head down on Blue's shoulder. Blue, as expected, turned scarlet.
"R-Red..." he muttered, not quite sure if he should wake the peaceful, sleeping boy or not.
"Well, well, well," Vio said slowly, that damn smirk overtaking his smug little face. "What do we have here?"
"I-I, it's not what it looks like!" Blue says in a sharp whisper. Not because he doesn't want to wake up Red. Not because he actually likes Red's head on his shoulder. How crayz would that be? Besides, Blue was only half in love with Red. Really. Only 50%.
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The market was crowded. So crowded, that Blue had to grab onto Red's hand so the smaller boy didn't get swept away. Not that he would have cared, of course.
Green had sent the two of them shopping together yet again, and Blue, while he hates the market, had to agree, because Green was the leader... Even though he did put up a fight, as always, which resulted in Red calming him down, as always.
(And him reminding himself he was only half in love with this cute, sweet, charming boy as always...)
Finally they were in an open area, and Blue heaved a sigh of relief, letting go of Red's hand. Only, Red didn't let go. He squeezed Blue's hand tighter than ever.
"R-Red? What the heck? Let go!" Blue flailed his arm around, trying to pry their hands apart, but to no avail.
"Red, what is with y-"
"Blue, I have to tell you something," Red said in a one that sounded odd on his voice. Blue grew a bit suspicious.
"...Yeah?"
"Well, maybe it's not exactly telling you something, but-"
"I don't care! Just get on with it!" Blue never really had much patience.
"O-Okay then..." And before Blue could say anything else, Red was kissing him, right in the middle of the market, with everyone watching. And it should've been embarrassing, but Blue didn't care. He kissed back, feeling as if his head was just going to explode from all the emotions he was experiencing at once.
But still, only one thought was going through his mind:
I'm only half in love with Red.
Really.
Only one-hundred stinkin' percent.
(1)- I know blue roses aren't natural, but it's my story and I do what I want. Plus one of my best friends loves blue roses, so this is for her. Blue roses means the unattainable, light blue ones mean the first flush of love.
(2)- White camillas mean "you're adorable". Fitting, I know.