1.) Boy and Girl
The boy smiled offering his rough hand. Mother had told him to do this when he is in front of a stranger about his age. It was called, 'Be polite.' "I'm Shuuhei." He could see her doubting his action.
The girl looked at him, lavender eyes suspicious and untrusting, but she had seen this gesture before, from men much, much older than he, eyes much much colder than his. But he would be unlike them, wouldn't he? He wouldn't be a bore that talked nothing but himself, would he? Perhaps he'd be different. "Sun-sun," she spoke holding his hand, curt and cold.
He grinned that smile, that roguish smile, "Let me show you something." And with that he whisked her far and away, to a land that only they knew.