Disclaimer: If I owned Yu-gi-oh! 5D's the two seasons would have more in common
Warning: there is Dr. Fudo x Mrs. Fudo in the second drabble. Because Dr. Fudo and Mrs. Fudo were not given names in the series, I have given them each a name.
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Implicate – (1) To fold or twist together
(2) To involve as a consequence, corollary, or natural inference
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Crow was never sure if he found them or if they found him, but either way they were brothers. No matter what came between them it would always be true. Bonds such as theirs did not simply go away, they held on even as the strained, frayed, and burned.
Destiny tore them apart constantly and patched them together forever with the same turn. Fate hacked at their heartstrings as they betrayed, hurt, and ignored each other, and graphed the loose ends together. Time demolished the fragile fences they had erected in their souls and rebuilt them to surround all of them.
For better and for worse
Crow wouldn't have it any other way.
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Grief knits hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.
Alphonse de Lamartine
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The gears of fate clicked as they tumbled against one another, sliding the numerous possible pathways' parts into play as they were selected by the actions of mankind. One section stilled in wait for all that would determine its next move. The choices that lay ahead in this path were ever so important. That the right action be made by its inspirents was crucial for destiny and the future of the star child that held crimson strings of providence in his solid grip.
Two gears turn into place
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Masumi kept her eyes trained on the math figures printed on her text book if only to keep from staring. The town library, not usually occupied since most preferred the extensive collection at the collage she attended, was no longer in possession of a lonely population of Masumi and the old, snoozing librarian. A man had entered 3.6 minutes ago – a rather handsome man – disturbing the count of human occupants with his ridiculous attractiveness and equally ridiculous crab-like hair.
He looked like a male protagonist from one of the romance novels her roommate was obsessed with: tall, dark, and handsome. The way his rich, black hair fell over one eye in a carless fringe gave him just enough of a touch of bad boy that would have another girl panting at his feet. Masumi was, however, glued to her chair in a bout of familiar shyness that caused many people to think she was antisocial. The stranger spared her one glance before moving to browse through the non-fiction section. A flush spread a crossed her pale cheeks before Masumi concentrated her attention on the numbers in front of her.
If the hotel balcony is estimated to be 12m high…
The man ran pianists' fingers through raven locks in a fruitless attempt to push them from his view as he flipped trough a book on connective particles. They both noticed she was staring at the same time. He gave her another, more curious this time, glance. She flushed (once again) and looked down. Her pencil trembling in her grasp, she scribbled a random answer down for the problem she was on.
"That's wrong." He announced, studying her with one teal-grey eye. She molted into another shade of red as she saw that he was right. Furiously she erased it while trying to ignore the inane flutterings of her heart in response to his addressing of her. He pencil was introduced to the paper again to write her new answer.
"That's also wrong." No matter how attractive he was he deserved the glare she shot him. He apparently thought it was funny and laughed. "Here," he said, approaching from the bookcase he had been browsing, "you're forgetting to carry." He snatched her pencil and corrected the mistake.
Masumi fought the urge to smash her head in to the work desk, flushing (for the third time now) in embarrassment – and close proximity to an attractive male – instead. He chuckled. She sent him another glare, this one less heated. "It's a simple mistake," he offered in comfort and ignoring her glare, "everyone makes them sometimes." He handed her the snatched pencil. She took it, placing in her pencil case as he stood-up. She tucked the paper neatly away into a labeled folder, done with the assignment, as he watched her thoughtfully. The folder was dropped into a bag at her feet.
"Thank-you for your help" she murmured, bowing formally once she rose. He nodded absently and half turned away before looking back at her.
"Fudo Hisoka"
"Huh?"
He smiled, "My name is Fudo Hisoka."
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Fate turns…
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Can you make a mistake and miss your fate?
- Sarah Jessica Parker
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