(SHANA'S BOX OF PLOT BUNNIES)

(A/N): Hello! And welcome to my lovely box of plot bunnies. What are plotbunnies you ask? Well, here's a semi-official definition: plot bunnies are ideas for a story, usually referring to an author having more ideas than he or she can use. They can also be considered a story idea that is not yet written fully. If you know my story "A Kingdom Hearts High School Experience" (nicknamed "KHHS" since it's easier to type), you would know that I always talk about having plotbunnies. ...And what better way to publish them on a collab account?! So sit back, relax, and have fun reading some unfinished work. Who knows? I might some of these scraps for actual fics.

PLOT BUNNY #1

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing(s): Roxas/Olette

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B u T T E R W i N G E D . K i S S

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"Hell-o?"

A sharp thwack from a rolled newspaper slapped against my forehead. She'd hit me with such force that I could almost feel my brain's tendons wriggle from the impact. She was a tomboy after all, but still…

I rubbed my forehead, which was already swelling into a fleshy pink patch. After shaking my head back and forth a few times to eradicate the sting from her hit, I finally turned to look up at her, where she stood with arms crossed and an enraged, furrowed brow creased across her face.

"Were you even listening?" she barked, tapping her one of her shoes in disdain.

I managed a wry smile, as if this would help cover up my ignorant actions.

She sighed and turned her back to me as she took center-stage of once more, where Hayner, Pence, and I would have to hear yet another never-ending lecture about the most dreaded subject in the world…

…Homework…

"I've told you guys time and time again that we were supposed to finish this project the moment we got it!" she snapped. "And what did we do? We just blew it off! Like we always do!"

She turned her victimizing eyes towards Pence, who'd been sucking on his Popsicle for the last five minutes. He gave her a sheepish expression as he nodded, even though he too, was ignoring her.

And – and this always shocks me – she continued to rant to us, even when she knew that we weren't listening. Sometimes I wondered if she did this just to make us go through such an earache so she get back at us…

Augh, she played mean…

Suddenly, Hayner yanked himself off his favorite wooden crate, already plunging deep into her trap of trying to challenge her.

Then again, Hayner always loved challenges.

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PLOT BUNNY #2

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing(s): Sora/Roxas FRIENDSHIP

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N i e t o n o – n o – S h a n a

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"You should come back to visit sometime."
When Sora makes a quick stop to Twilight Town, a particular dirty-blonde from within gets a bit too emotional…
FRIENDSHIP FIC; TWT.

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Dozens of lightly browned buildings whizzed past the train's windows as they became a collaborative colorful mural of tan, brown, sunshine, and an occasional splotch of green from a tree.

A quiet brunette sat sullen-looking on one of the suede-covered seats. His head hung low and loose, as if in a deep slumber. His head lurched upward whenever the train hit a bump, and would then come back down without any gesture of awaking. He slouched body remained indefinitely still, with eyes closed and hands in their respective pockets.

As the train made a steady swerve on the aging tracks, the late afternoon glow illuminated the train-car which contained the sleepy boy. The bright reflection shined against the boy's brown hair, transforming its once darkly earthen color into a light woody shade. His tired eyes twitched from the sudden glow and slowly opened.

He used his arms to push himself into an upright position and examined the empty-train car, feeling a shiver of ghostly solitude.

"I guess nobody ever goes to the last stop," he sighed lazily as he rubbed his eyes.

Well, not a lot of people live there.

"Mm," the brunette hummed back.

He leaned back against the comfy fabric of the chair and yawned.

"How long have I been sleeping, anyway?" he asked aloud.

I think for about an hour.

"Gosh that's long!" the brunette exclaimed as he stretched his arms.

Second that. I thought you were never going to wake up!

Although the brunette thought differently, it was completely outrageous to be talking aloud: especially when there was an echoing voice replying to whatever he had to say.

Then again, after the perilous dilemmas and contemplations that the young adolescent had been dealing with, the supernatural was but normal to him.

Hey, Sora? the voice piped.

"Yeah?" the boy replied.

Thanks.

"For what?"

For taking me back to Twilight Town. There was a pause before the shy, reverberating voice continued. I mean…with all that's happened, I thought I'd never be able to officially say good-bye.

"You don't have to thank me, Roxas," Sora cheerfully replied. "Besides, there was something that Kairi left there that she wants me to get for her. Looks like she's using me as his servant now, I guess."

There was a resonating noise of laughter, and Sora grinned at the voice's reaction to his reason.

Sorry to hear that, the voice snickered.

"Nah, it's what she does." Sora put his head against the seat's headrest and looked up at the train-car's ceiling.

The brunette was completely composed after hearing the echoing voice that had come fro mthe bowels of his mind.

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