Author's Note: It may seem like these are being dished out fast, but the updates will be slower in the future. I'm a bit busy. Anyway, I forgot to mention that some of these are companions. Like "Breath" and "Beauty", "Baseball" and "Bat", and etc. Some will have more than two companions, but that's okay. It'll be this way through the series. I'll inform you which go with which. And these drabbles won't be in alphabetical order, as you can see.

Bold

He liked this side of her when they were alone. She was very open, very real.

'Yeah, Agito,' Lind chuckled. 'Very open.'

'She's quite bold when you guys are alone,' Akito squeaked, blushing.

'Fuck, this isn't a peep show,' Agito growled without malice. 'I never said you had to, or could watch.'

'Damn,' Lind growled, unable to find another way to express his feelings. 'Girl can be aggressive.'

Agito ignored his brothers' comments as he kissed Yayoi deeply, who had straddled his hips and had her lithe hands entwined in his blue hair.

The shark pulled back slightly and murmured, "For the record, I like girls who can be bold once in a while."

Yayoi giggled softly and nuzzled his neck. "Are they teasing you?"

"Mmm," Agito replied, dragging his nose across her soft cheek and devouring her lips again.

Breathe

Their school held dances often. He had never gone to one before, but this time he'd made an exception. Kogarasumaru decided to meet at the school entrance before going in, and when Yayoi's car finally pulled up, Agito (with Akito's urging) went to the door and opened it for her.

It was at that moment that Agito Wanajima forgot how to breathe.

Beautiful

He offered his hand and swallowed quickly so as to calm his high-end nerves. Yayoi took it carefully and for a split second, Agito wondered why her hands were so soft when she was a Tuner, and he thought they were supposed to have calloused hands because they were working with tools all day, and…

'Breathe,' Akito advised. 'You're losing focus.'

Damn right he was losing focus. How could he not? This wasn't just the girl with the pigtails whose name he could never remember. This was a young woman, Yayoi Nakayama, who had shyly asked him to escort her to the school dance.

"How do I look?" the girl whispered. Agito didn't answer, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw her face fall.

'Agito!' Akito chided. 'What's wrong with you?'

Agito didn't answer.

Later during the dance, he spotted her sitting at a table by herself, quietly sipping punch. He sighed and scratched his head before going over and sitting down next to her. She didn't even glance to him.

Alright, that was it. "Yayoi."

Her eyes snapped to look at his, mouth parted slightly.

Agito sighed again and leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "As answer to the previous question…" He struggled to force the unfamiliar words from his mouth. "…You look beautiful…" And then he was sitting straight in his chair, staring out at the dance floor.

He saw the brilliant smile the girl flashed him, and he tried to ignore her, but he couldn't ignore the light-hearted feeling he got when her lips brushed against his cheek. Damn…

Beast

She wasn't scared. Yes, he was fierce. Yes, he was dangerous, a killer, angry, proud, fierce, merciless…

He was a beast…but she didn't care. Because somehow, but some strange, God-given miracle, she had tamed him.

"I don't like that word," Agito grumbled. "You make me sound like I'm a wild dog that you made your pet."

"Nope," Yayoi said, kissing his cheek. "A wild shark."

Buccha

Buccha knew that the only to people in Kogarasumaru who had brains were he and Agito. They were of higher levels than the others (though Kazu was certainly getting there), and they were the better strategists. He knew this, and Agito knew this, even though the shark called him a "coffee colored hog".

Buccha shrugged off every insult—most of the time—because he knew that deep down—way, way deep down—the shark respected him.

Somewhere deep down…Ah, now he wasn't so sure.

Baseball

It had been Ton-chan's idea to go see the game. The stadium was filled with roaring fans and the loud calls for "Hotdogs! Get your hotdogs here!"

Though Agito had been completely opposed to the idea, he eventually warmed up and was soon shouting along with the rest of the fans and Kogarasumaru. Yayoi grinned when she saw the boy's eye sparkle with excitement at the homerun the next player hit.

She turned to eat her hotdog and was startled by a loud roar that went up in the section they were in.

Apparently the homerun ball had landed in their area; right in Agito's open hands, in fact. The boy's grin stretched from ear to ear, and he made an elated noise, which quickly turned into a growl when Ikki tried to steal the prize.

A new ball was produced down on the field and the game continued. Agito turned to Yayoi, his one eye shining with uncontained excitement, and then Yayoi laughed when he cleared his throat embarrassedly and looked at his feet.

"Hey," she said. He looked up. "S'okay to enjoy the moment."

Agito raised an eyebrow, but his smile was back. Perhaps he could let go for the day and enjoy the game. Yayoi giggled and turned her eyes back to the field. Perhaps they ought to go to baseball games more often.

Bat

The home team had won and now they were all celebrating. Agito stretched as they walked through the upper ring of the stadium and sighed, feeling more relaxed than he had since…well, since a long time ago.

"So it was fun, then?"

He turned to Yayoi, who sipped on her large drink. "Fuck, I don't believe in fun," he snapped, quickly reverting back to his usual mood. When the girl took a long, thoughtful-looking swig, he sighed. "Maybe."

She grinned, and then shrieked. Agito's eye widened as Onigiri put his hands up in defense. "It was a victory touch," the pale pig insisted, but Agito wasn't listening.

He whipped out his wallet and went to one of the stands which were selling merchandise for the game. A minute later and he had a wooden bat in his hands and a lethal look in his eyes. While Yayoi was still yelling at Onigiri and he was still protesting and still trying to grope her, Agito approached.

When the pig finally turned and saw Agito, the shark whispered, "We're having bacon tonight."

And he swung.

Baby

She just looked so right sitting with that child in her arms. Like a mother.

Agito had come over with the intention of teaching her more about the job of a Tuner, he had found her sitting on the couch, cooing to a small, white bundle.

"What the f-"

"Shush! Don't swear in front of the baby."

Agito blinked, though he heard his brothers cracking up in his head. Had he, the Fang King, just been shushed? Taking a deep breath, he asked, "What the heck is that thing you're holding?"

"It's a baby," Yayoi sniffed disdainfully. "My cousin. I forgot that I was supposed to baby sit while my aunt went downtown with Mom and Dad. Sorry."

Hell, she didn't sound the least bit sorry! But Agito had decided to stay and keep her company (he insisted that it was Akito's idea). They spent the afternoon playing with the young child.

At one point, when Yayoi set him on the floor, the baby crawled to Agito. The shark, unsure of what to do, leaned down to stare at the little thing, and small hands tugged his eye patch. Agito blinked before a small smile found its way across his face. Gently, he picked up the child and stood, handing it back to Yayoi. The girl smiled and moved over, inviting the shark to sit down. He did, and was surprised when Yayoi put the baby back in his arms.

The little child gurgled delightedly and reached up, yanking on a long strand of his long hair. Agito winced, but after extracting his hair from the baby's hands, shifted so that he was lying comfortably in the shark's arms. The small boy made a little cooing noise and its eyes drooped closed.

Agito felt a head on his shoulder and he looked to see Yayoi resting against him. She, too, had closed her eyes. Fuck, he thought silently, but he made no move to wake the girl. Instead, he scooted closer to Yayoi, checked to make sure that he was holding the child firmly, and tucked the girl's head under his chin.

When Yayoi's parents and her aunt returned home, they found not two, but three beings sleeping on the couch. With a small smile, Mrs. Nakayama carefully took the sleeping child and covered the other two.

Yayoi, when she heard the adults leave the room, laughed lightly to herself and snuggled closer to her shark.

Blush

She thought it was adorable when the slightest pale pink would grace his face. It was out of character for him, but it was still adorable.

He didn't like it. He thought that it made him weak. But his mind was always quickly changed when she would shift closer to him and press her lips to his cheek.

Blood

He'd tasted blood many times before and thought nothing of it. This time was different, though. It was her blood. He had been right by her side, laughing, when the car came. And it was her blood which had dotted his face and clothes now.

He had never hated the taste of blood so much.

In the hospital, he waited quietly, anxiously, like the rest of the team. And when the doctor came to them without an I'm-so-sorry look on her face, he darted to the window and looked inside.

There she was, looking scratched up and pale, but she was breathing. Her chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm, completely opposite to Agito's, whose chest was moving rapidly from the pounding of his heart.

There, hanging from a pole next to her bed, was an IV, red with the liquid it was sending into the girl's veins.

He had never loved the sight of blood so much.