Author's Note: I have always wanted to do a songfic, but I am terribly unmotivated, so this is probably as close as I'll ever get. I was a little stuck on what to do for this prompt, because none of the Gosick characters seem particularly inclined to singing, I was able to resolve this when I found the "Ipod challenge" which seemed to suit the sing aspect at least in the sense that a lot of songs would be involved. If that's not good enough for you, feel free to complain, it doesn't mean I'll do anything to change this piece, but I'm sure complaining will make you feel better. ;)

This is how the Ipod (Mp3 player in my case...) challenge works: put your Ipod (music) on shuffle, and write a drabble for the first ten songs that come up. You only get the length of the song to write it. And you can't skip.

It was tons of fun and hopefully, the stories at least semi-match the song that was playing for them. If you're confused on any of the settings, message me and I'll do my best to clarify.

(Also isn't my taste in music ridiculously eclectic?) :)

014. Sing.

1. Faye ~ Skylar Blue

Victorique,

I have not forgotten you. I know that you probably won't receive this for a while. With the war it is hard to get the mail out, but I can't help but write. It helps me feel close to you. I know our spirits will always be close and that once this storm is over we will never be parted again.

Don't allow this storm to break you. Stay the strong and wonderful Victorique that I remember. I will try and stay the same Kujo you remember as well, but this might be difficult because I am forced to fight in this war.

I won't forget you and I promise I am watching for the day when I will see you again.

I want to say more. Tell you everything. Even if my days are rather painful, but there isn't time. I have hardly found the time to scribble these few precious words that I will find a way to send you.

I close my eyes and think of you. Each night I find myself with you, although for now it is just a dream.

Close your eyes. I'm by your side and there I'll always stay.

Just forever.

Kujo

2. The Cross ~ Within Temptation

Victorique stared out the window. It had been so long, this separation. Some days she lost hope of seeing Kujo again. The promise was that their hearts would be together, not that they would see each other again.

I'm calling your name with all my heart. She thought, her thoughts directed to Kujo. My dear, Kujo-kun. I'm calling your name.

"Victorique." A hard voice calls.

She sighs and stands. Her father must want her again. She has become his puppet. She hates it, but she endures it, for Kujo's sake. She knows he must have pains to bear without her as well. If they bear them long enough, hopefully they will see each other again.

One day, Victorique promises herself, I will break free of my father, whether I find Kujo or not, I will break free.

Determined, she follows the servant whom is tasked with returning her once more to her father's presence.

3. The Siamese Cat Song from Lady and the Tramp

"Do you like cats?" Kujo asks curiously watching Victorique's expression. She seems mildly perturbed by the cat that has taken residence in her lap.

"Has your family always had cats?" She asks her hands hovering awkwardly in the air; she clearly doesn't know what to do around the animal.

Kujo laughs. "Yes. They probably just needed time to get used to you and that's why you haven't seen any of them until now." He reaches out and gently strokes the cat's fur.

4. The Diary of Jane (acoustic) ~ Breaking Benjamin

Avril sighed as she looked out the window of the carriage. She'd gotten off the train a few minutes ago and now the carriage was taking her to her grandmother's seaside cottage. She'd wanted to take Kujo to this place. She wanted some time, just her and him.

But as usual, he'd picked Victorique over her.

She hated the ache he could so easily cause in her heart. She wished she could stop liking him. She wished a lot of things. None of it helped. None of it brought him here.

At least I'll see Grand-mere soon. Avril thought trying to remain hopeful. Her grandmother had always been successful at bringing smiles to her face, even at her most depressed moments.

5. Little Fall of Rain from the musical Les Miserables

"It's raining." Victorique held a hand out from the cover of the umbrella and let the droplets splash on her hand.

"It rains a lot here." Kujo responded, smiling at Victorique's naïve expression.

"I didn't get to experience the rain for many years." She whispered, watching the rain fall on her hand. "I was locked in a cell for so long."

"Now, you can any time it rains." Kujo promises.

Victorique turns her attention to him, her expression mildly indignant. "I know, just because we're married doesn't make me your slave. So obviously yes, now I can spend my time in the rain if I please."

Kujo chuckled, amused that she can still get so defensive.

6. Good Enough ~ Evanescence

"Victorique!" Kujo called racing up the stairs. "Victorique!"

Victorique kept her expression mild, but watched the top of the stairs, waiting for Kujo to appear. She wondered what he'd brought her this time.

Finally his head emerged, visible over the top stair. "Victorique!" He called again. The cry had barely left his mouth, when he tripped and bashed his chin into the top step.

Victorique hid a chuckle behind her hand, not to be polite but simply because she could. He could be so clumsy sometimes. "What did you bring me?" She demanded.

Kujo sat up slowly rubbing his chin. "You're not even going to ask how I am?" He asked in a mildly upset tone.

Victorique shook her head. "I can see you're fine, and you didn't fall far, if you'd rolled down all the stairs, maybe I would ask how you were. But clearly you're fine. My Wellspring of Knowledge dictates that a fall such as that would not be fatal to you."

Kujo stared, dumbstruck for a moment.

"What did you bring me?" Victorique repeated. "I'm dying of boredom. It'd better be interesting."

"I don't want to show you anymore." Kujo sulked, "You didn't even ask if I was okay."

"So?"

"It's the thought that counts!" He snapped.

7. Destiny's Path ~ John Williams (Memoirs of a Geisha soundtrack)

"What are you doing?" Victorique snapped in annoyance.

"I was hungry." Kujo mumbled, he'd pulled some snacks out of his pocket.

"All presents should go to me. You shouldn't keep things to yourself." Victorique proclaimed.

"Everything isn't about you Victorique." Kujo wanted to be gentle, but there wasn't really a nice way to point such a natural thing out.

"Nor about you." Victorique retorted. "The sweets should be mine!"

"These aren't even sweets!" Kujo argued. "It's just some crackers I had in my pocket."

"Your protests are useless. You owe me sweets." Now she was pouting.

"Stop acting so spoiled."

8. William Tell Overture

Avril watched the horserace fascinated. She wasn't betting on any of the horses, but the energy and excitement here was overwhelming. It was easy to forget herself while watching the race. It didn't matter if she was heartbroken as long as the hooves continued to pound the track.

It didn't matter that she'd received an invitation to Kujo's wedding as long as two horses were neck and neck for lead.

It didn't matter that she was going to go and feel more heartbroken than ever for going, because the race was at its climax.

Nothing mattered, because she could watch this race.

The race ended. A horse she didn't know won.

9. Awake and Alive ~ Skillet

Victorique can hear Kujo racing up the stairs before he even starts calling her name. Her face still pointed towards a book, she smiles. If he's coming he's brought a mystery or sweets, and both make her feel alive, especially, and she's reluctant to admit it even to herself, when either or both of those things is coupled with his presence.

Kujo is special. She knows it and hates to admit it. He's the most interesting person she's ever had a chance to interact with, granted there haven't been many people in her life, but he is the most interesting. His presence is almost intoxicating, almost a drug, almost as necessary to her as her own heartbeat.

She must push these thoughts aside though, because he comes, and above all she can't let him know he's important to her.

If he knew, he might leave. She would never risk that. She needs to feel alive.

10. The Horror of Our Love ~ Ludo

Victorique shivers as she reads the words etched on the page. She's read about murderers before, she solves murders when the need arises, but this story makes chills her.

The story is of a stalker, blinded by his obsession, he begins killing in the name of his love.

She doesn't know why the story strikes her as so eerie, but she doesn't like it. She wants to put the book down, throw it away, burn it in a fire, do anything but continue reading. Unfortunately she has no choice but to read it. Her father has demanded it. It is part of the storm separating her and Kujo.

There is nothing she can do, but to continue reading.

Victorique hates her father for this. She hates him for things he's done in the past as well, but in this moment, it is for reading this book that she hates him most. It even swells in a deeper hatred than him tearing Kujo from her.

She doesn't know why the book terrifies her so. If only she could bury it in the ocean!

If only Kujo were there to hold her hand as she read it.

Somehow just this idea comforts her. She finds peace.