Draco: I'm back! Finally! Now for a note from our sponsors! *pokes Omi*

Omi: *blush* Um.I kinda gave Draco an idea. You see.she's been having some major writer's block lately, and.well. We're having a contest. If you win, you get to create a character that will appear here in "Sweet Delight." Read the notes at the bottom for the more information.

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"Reaching out towards the warmth of the sun" ~ Hope by Our Lady Peace

Omi stared nervously around the room, trying desperately to suppress the giggles that threatened to rise from his throat. He was at Aya's house, in Aya's room, sitting on Aya's bed! Could things get any better? Well, yes, but he was trying to keep his mind off of that with Aya's family home and all. A blush crossed his cheeks as he thought of the other boy's little sister walking in on them like Youji had. Now that could lead to an interesting conversation.

Biting his lip, Omi continued to just sit there. He had discovered within moments that there was little to really look at in Aya's room. There were a couple posters for The Ramones and The Clash, a few photos of him and his friends (one of which actually contained an image of the redhead smiling!), and some photocopies of Heather's artwork. The bed was covered in a thick, red, plaid comforter and gray, flannel sheets. An odd assortment of mismatched pillows and patchwork animals hid the head board as if a massive yard sale had hiccupped. Everything was extremely clean, dirty clothes in the hamper, homework stacked on the desk. Sitting there, it was almost embarrassing for Omi to think of his own room's current state.

"Sorry that took so long."

The poor little goth jumped, having not heard Aya coming, and blushed brighter as he smiled. "It's okay."

"Anyway," the punk sighed. "So, what should we do? I didn't really have any plans or anything."

Omi shrugged. "I dunno."

They sat there in silence for a moment, staring at each other. Their eyes spoke to one another with a somewhat desperate passion. Both of them knew that neither of them wanted to stay there. It would be too hard to be comfortable around each other with the family downstairs. So, without a word, they both stood up and headed out the door.

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"I know this might sound funny," Aya almost laughed nervously into the collecting silence as they drove along, "but, if you want to hang out with some people, we could always head over to the cemetery."

A giggle burst from Omi's throat like a bubble. "Okay."

Moments later, they pulled off of the clean, country road and onto a little drive made of gravel and cracked pavement that ran under a two huge trees and a large, rod-iron archway adorned with the words "Valleyview Cemetery." Omi looked around as they parked in the grass outside the gate and almost laughed at the name. Valleyview? What valley? It was all farmland and cow fields. There were trees around the back and one side of the cemetery fence, while the road wound its way around the other two edges. The cemetery itself held an expanse of so many headstones that it seemed rather small, even for such a little town. Aya had been right, though. This was where their people were.

Cluttering the ground that covered the graves of one of many married couples were some faces Omi remembered from the party, along with some that were less familiar. These must be pretty much all of Aya's friends, he thought. These are all the people like me. Nerves caught his stomach as he made his way towards them, following a step or two behind his host. He had barely stepped onto the grass, however, when he was glomped tightly by a familiar body, one that carried the familiar smell of alcohol.

Everyone was laughing as Ken threw his arms around the boy's waist and spun in a dizzying string of circles. When he felt his feet touch the ground again, and his head stopped spinning without him, Omi saw that the only person not laughing was, as usual, Aya. It was actually almost comforting that the only sign of amusement the redhead gave was a soft smirk.

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Draco: I know, I know. It's way too short, but I didn't want it to be long. I've got this horrible case of writers block like you wouldn't believe (or maybe you would) when it comes to my fanfics right now. The point here was pretty much just to set the stage for the insertion of new characters. Speaking of which.

A contest! A contest!

Like was said up top, there's going to be a contest for "Sweet Delight." The winner gets to create a character that will be featured as a member of the main cast and three runners up will get to see their characters appear in the next chapter. You've got two choices: fanart or fanfiction. If you're feeling really productive, feel free to enter one of both.

Fanart: It can be anything having to do with the story. Draw a single character, the whole cast, a scene, a comic, etc. Even draw something that might have been going on with other characters during Omi and Aya's alone time.

Fanfiction: Write your own scene from the story. It could take place after everything that's been written, some time between scenes, or maybe other characters were doing something interesting while Omi and Aya weren't there.

Whatever you do with it, have fun!

E-mail all entries and any questions to keemyprism@hotmail.com by October 31, 2002