Drabble No. 51! Please read and review ^.^!

Thank you all kindly for your suggestions of words! I have them all penned down, with ideas written next to them already! Great inspiration; again, Thank You!

These are in regard to the true riots in London right now.


'Squeeze'

Romantica

"God, would you... would you look at that..." Misaki sunk down next to Akihiko on the sofa, already stunned by the fact that Akihiko had used the word 'God'.

"What's going on-" Misaki began. But he stopped himself as his eyes almost caught fire from the images flashing on the TV. "Where is this?"

"London." Misaki blinked and fell back against the cushions as a gothic looking building combusted before his eyes, feral youths plaguing English streets; smashing shop windows, throwing Molotov cocktails. An aerial shot showed an abandoned street with three cars ablaze.

Akihiko's arm fell off the back of the sofa and draped around Misaki's shoulder. He gave him a short, stiff squeeze. Misaki blinked and felt a buzz vibrate through him.

"We're not in London, Akihiko. There's no need to-"

"There's no predicting a rebellion," he interrupted. Misaki sighed, part of him thankful that the news-slot had finished on the screen. He tentatively reached up his own hand and gave Akihiko's a momentary rub.

Egoist

"Hey, you should see these riots in London. They're pretty bad," Nowaki called from the living room. Hiroki sighed and flitted around the kitchen, shaking the frying pan of onions before hurriedly whisking the eggs.

"Kinda busy here," he called back. Hiroki managed to combine all the ingredients and was given a chance to take a breath as they cooked. Nowaki sauntered in.

"I feel for those police," he commented, leaning against the counter opposite Hiroki. Hiroki's arms were folded and his glare was directed at the floor. No one but Nowaki would know that he wasn't angry but tired. Very tired.

"Mm. Can't be a great time for them," Hiroki replied, distracted. Nowaki fell forward 180 degrees and planted his hands on either side of Hiroki's head, on the cupboards.

"Your mind's not quite here, is it?" Nowaki cooed. Hiroki's head snapped up to fire back some spiteful, thoughtless quip. But his eyes drowned in the cool waters of Nowaki's. Nowaki pressed a gentle kiss on Hiroki's forehead before falling back into place on the other side of the tiny kitchen.

Terrorist

"Thingymabob isn't a word!" Miyagi cried, exasperated.

"It says it is right here on this website," Shinobu muttered, moodily. Miyagi flicked Shinobu's Scrabble tiles off the board.

"New word. Don't get lazy."

Shinobu blinked and then shook out all the letters from the bag, cherry picking.

"You can't do-" Shinobu held up a finger as he arranged a new word on the board. Miyagi tilted his head and read:

Lets fuck

"You're missing an apos-"

"SCRABBLE DOESN'T HAVE AN APOSTROPHE!" Shinobu shouted. Miyagi grinned. Shinobu then bounced up onto the table, scattering letter tiles onto the floor. "So-" Shinobu's voice returned to a normal level as his eyes glanced at his new 'word'- "how many points do I get for that one?"

"Hopefully," Miyagi growled as he leaned forward, hand slipping up Shinobu's leg. "It'll hit a triple score."