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! Three! Two! One! Zero! ! – a series of Youji/Natsuo drabshots
What are drabshots, you ask? They are stories that are longer than drabbles but too short to be considered a one-shot, a term conned by MANKINFAN! Enjoy reading these Loveless drabshots!
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Cry
"What would make me cry?"
Natsuo turned. Out of all the weird things Youji ever said, this had to be by far the weirdest. "What are you talking about?"
"I know that if I cut an onion, I cry, but that's just a natural body reaction. Pain makes people cry, but I don't feel pain. I've never just cried just for the sake of crying, I don't know," Youji said, shrugging lightly. "I just think I'd like to see how that feels."
"Yeah?" Natsuo said thoughtfully, staring at his boredly looking sacrifice. He leaned forward close to Youji's ear and grabbed his hand. Before Youji could say anything, Natsuo cut to the chase. "Well, I don't like you anymore."
"What…"
"You've become very boring." Natsuo stared up at the ceiling, sighing rather tired-like. "I don't think I like you being my sacrifice anymore. Why don't we call Nagisa-sensei up and ask her to change us up? I'm sure she can find you a good fighter…"
"Idiot!" Shoving Natsuo away, Youji glared at him. "How can you say that…?" He blinked as he realized his eyes were wet and blinked again confusedly. "What…"
"I'm sorry." Natsuo shuffled up to him on the floor, where he was wiping his eyes confusedly. "I really, really didn't mean anything I just said, I was just seeing how you'd react." Enveloping the still stunned Zero, Natsuo pulled him closer. "But you asked for it."
"I hate you," Youji muttered into Natsuo's shoulder. The other boy merely smiled.
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Note: Flame me, if you will, but this was my favorite drabshot. I hope it will become yours. Review, thanks.