time for the second theme! i had such a hard time writing this, because i was blushing the whole time, and i wasn't even writing smut, i'm so hopeless... boohoo *sob*

*jump* my show that i'm performing in is starting next week and i'm so nervous~ i want it to work out and to have a blast butbutbutbutbutbut i'm afraid, no scratch that, terrified that i'll mess up and ruin everything. WAAAAAAAAAH what am i supposed to do~? *wail*

ahem, sorry for that, got a little bit overboard.

anonymous: che. yeah right. if she'll go overboard, she'll make me kill the earl barehanded

me: shh, don't tell them that

anonymous: *sweat drop* you're kidding me right?

me: *grin evilly* nope


anyway, we should get back to the story, have fun~

Pairing: Yullen (smexy)

Rating: T

Theme: Messenger

Day: 3

Warning: kissing, an almost sex scene (was too embarrassed to write the smut, sorry.)


Summery: In a world where people never write letters, only text or call, a young male had found an injured pigeon with a letter attached to it.


It was in the evening when it happens...

Allen stood up from his chair and flipped open his cell-phone, typing a message to his red-headed friend, Lavi.

Be back in 2 h ^^

He waited for a second before his phone buzzed.

K! Have a blast, shrimp ;P

~the awesome rabbit~

Allen frowned but didn't answer back, choosing to ignore the moron and started to head home.

'I'm so happy that Cross had finally allowed me to get a new cell-phone. I was almost ready to kill him for having absolutely no way to get to my friends.' He kicked a pebble that was in his way and sighed. 'How did people even communicated without phones or E-mails back then? Probably were completely ignorant of the real world or the possibilities we have today.'

Suddenly a flash crossed his sight range and clashed into his chest and fell down. Allen managed to catch the thing before it reached the floor and sighed in relief, good thing he learned reflexes from the many debt-chasers, he shuddered from the thought but turned to his hands when he heard painful coos.

A gray-white pigeon rested in his palms, one wing broken and a cast attached to his right leg.

Curious and worried, he hurried to his house; when he got there, he rushed to the bathroom, not before placing gently the pigeon on the desk in his bedroom. In the bathroom, he grabbed the first-aid kit and a water bottle and then rushed back to the bedroom.

He crouched next to the bird and placed him gently on the bed and mumbled a quiet apology before snapping the bone back and warping the wing in a small cast.
Wails and chirps were heard. Allen squeezed his eyes in sorrow for the bird and took the bottle and opened the cap. He placed down the cap and poured to it a bit of water, beckoning the pigeon to drink from it. The injured bird looked at him, as if testing him; but then he looked down and drank from the water.

Allen almost shouted in happiness before noticing the case cast again and disconnected it from the leg.
The bird cooed at him, as if amused and returned to the water and the bread crumbs he'd spread next to her. He looked at her confusingly before returning to the case and opened it; he'd found a small, crumpled letter in it.

'How curious, why does a person need a pigeon when he can just call? More romantic, I guess? Is he poor? But a person who can't afford a cell-phone can't possibly afford a mail-pigeon.'
He shook his head and gulped as he opened the letter, eyes widening up in shock.

'Dear reader,

You probably wonder who would send a pigeon in this time and age. Well, I wanted to ask that whoever gets this letter will grant me one last wish.
If you can, write yes or no and put it back in the case.

Thank you.'

The words were really small and a bit smudged, making it hard to decipher the words. But when he did, his brain gears turned in questions.
'What the hell? Who's asking this? In a letter, none the less. Should I say yes or no? I'm curious… but this is probably some kind of a prank.
…I'll just go with it, what's the worse that could happen?'

How wrong he was…

He scribbled down 'yes' and placed the letter back in the case. He then sat next to the pigeon, waiting for something to happen. What he waited for, he didn't know.

The pigeon glowed and spread his wings, the cast falling down. Allen jumped as the bird charged toward the case, snatching it and disappearing into the horizon.

"W-what the-?" his eyes were wide and he was frozen in his place.

He sat there for a while until a buzz was heard, making him jump. He turned to his phone and almost laughed in relief. He picked the phone and flipped it open, answering the call.

"Hi there, dude? What's up?" Lavi's voice rang in his ear.
He smiled and rolled his eyes, "I'm fine, had found a weird injured pigeon with a letter attached to it."
"Wow! You mean… like a mail-pigeon? Used in wars before the telegraph?"
"I don't know about the facts, but yes."
"OMG! You have to show me her!"
"Can't, answered the letter and she flew out of the window."
"Aww… how unfortunate. Wait, wasn't she injured?"
"I know, it was weird, too."
"How so, Shrimp?"
"Don't call me that!" he sighed. "The letter had some request from a dying person, I think it was probably a prank. He asked if I can grant one wish. I wrote yes, and the bird suddenly glowed and snatched the letter."
"How weird… but be careful, who knows who sent this? Maybe someone want to propose to you? You lucky bastard."
"Shut up," he turned red at the thought. "I'm a teenager, I don't get proposals. I'm not even that popular!"
"No need to be shy, bad-boy. Just don't forget to invite me old me!"
"Yeah, yeah. I'll call you if by any ungodly means I'll get married," he exaggerated, opening his arms widely.
"Don't be a party-pooper, shrimpy. See you later, dude."
"'kay! Say hi to Leenalee from me, bye."
"Bye!" Lavi hang up.

Allen looked at the cell-phone, chuckled and placed it on the shelf next to him. He then stretched up and fell down on the bed, frowning as he felt the water and the bread next to him.
'Shit! I forget about the water.'
He stood up and cleaned the bed before changing sheets and falling back again on the bed, snuggling to his blanket.
'Maybe I'll take a short nap.'
His eyes closed and he fell into a deep sleep.

_.oOo._

As darkness enveloped the day, a dark figure slipped into the room. Long-ebony hair tied in a high pony-tail and perfectly muscular and agile body crept to the pale body on the bed in the room.
Cobalt eyes lingered on the sleeping boy and his mouth smirked. He crouched next to the bed, running his long fingers through the silky white hair.
'So this is the foolish boy answering my letter, how naïve to believe it wasn't real.'
He cupped his cheek and his lips founded the pink lips, relishing at the sweet taste of them. The mysterious male retreated from the lips and licked his own in amusement.
'How sweet my little Bean Sprout is.'
A low chuckle bubbled in him and he picked the boy up in a bridal style, turning to the window.

A knock halted him.
'Shit.'
"Oi, Stupid apprentice! You there? Wake up, you moron!"
'How unsightly.'
"I'm coming inside, be prepared."
'Might as well,' he scowled.

The door thrashed open and a long red haired man walked inside, a cigarette in his mouth and a mask covering half face.
"Who the hell are you?" the man frowned at him.
'Time to go.'
"I'm just taking what's mine," he replied and jumped outside with the unconscious boy with him.

The man fumed at the door, 'so the idiot managed to get himself kidnapped. Now how to tell his friends…'

He watched the moon and sighed, returning to his room, 'I'll need a new apprentice, that idiot apprentice, wasting my time.'

_.oOo._

Allen eyes squinted in the light and he slowly opened them, finding himself glaring into dark blue eyes.
He yelped and scrambled back, falling down from a bed and hitting his head on the floor.
"Aw…" he nursed his head bump and a chuckle made him look up.

The same dark blue eyes that stared at him belonged to a tall and lean male. His long dark hair glowed blue and was pulled into a high pony tail. He wore tight sleeveless shirt, showing his broad chest and the built stomach. His arms were muscular, but not too much, and his long fingers brushed the fringe off his face. Perfect pointy nose stood proudly above cheeky lips that were curled in a smirk.

He couldn't help but stare in awe at the perfect being before him.
"Like what you see?" a low voice startled him.
His face grew warm and he looked away in embarrassment, "I-I'm sorry."
"Che, no need to." He kneeled before him and held his chin, tilting it up. "Look at me."

He stared into the cobalt eyes and his brain suddenly swam in daze. Those cursed lips inched closer to him. When they pressed onto his, something snapped in his brain and he pressed back in force.
He tilted his face to let the man better access into his mouth.
He could feel him smirk, and a wet tongue invaded his cavern, he was in daze and couldn't decipher between dream and reality.
He moaned into the kiss and gripped the broad shoulders. The man snaked his arms around his waist and held him firmly.

When he pulled away, Allen panted as he moved to his neck, moving expertly down.
"You're mine, my Bean Sprout," he whispered into his neck and Allen moaned again.
'What…? My… Bean Sprout…?' he couldn't think.
"Yes, mine…" he undressed him.
"No one to have but mine…"

The messenger brought me a Pandora box filled with lust.

End.


*blush heavily and hid my face in my hands* oh my god! what have i done? am o corrupting little children's mind with this story?

anonymous: shut up *whack my head*

me: ouch! what did you do that for?

anonymous: che. you're annoying, baka kuma

me: *stick my tongue out at him* and you're a dick.

anonymous: *rolls eyes* che, whatever *vanish*

did you enjoy the story? *meekly asks* please review for this. i need love to make me keep going *now over dramatically faints*

hehe, see ya next theme ^^