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Note: These checklists exist!! I did not create them for the convenience of the fic! They were in things at my school, I even took a bunch and made them into wrapping paper for my friend's birthday present. So unfortunately, I can't really take credit for what the checklists say...the narrow-minded health teachers can. As a result of collecting these in case of the emergency of losing one, these checklists are all over my house. Every time I clean my room (not too often) I find quite a few. Ok here we go...drum roll
Sorata was overflowing with excitement, which caused many things to be knocked down, as he was not watching where he was going. Once he had finally found Arashi, he was still unable to contain himself. He shoved the survey into her face. Arashi didn't know what to make of Sorata's extra amount of energy. She blinked at the survey.
"It's a sign," Sorata declared dreamily. Arashi blinked a few times and Sorata didn't notice the figurative question mark above her head. "Let's fill it out now!"
"...We always treat each other with respect...I'll check that off... and we never try to control or manipulate each other so I can check that off...and yes...it's fine if we have friends of the opposite sex...never cheat on each other...and...support each other's goals. I have my fate! I will die for you!" Arashi didn't know what to say, but she was thinking of how often he tends to say he'll die for her. . . He continued, "We are doing so well..." Then he did the unthinkable to Arashi, who seems to value her personal space very much. He took her hand. Arashi dug her perfect nails in immediately. "OWWW!!!...It's okay...this pain is showing how much you love me..." He clutched his red throbbing hand passionately. Arashi wondered if it was her or if that really did sound very masochistic.
==
Meanwhile, the paper airplane Sorata had carelessly thrown a little while ago which happened to be the checklist," Are You In An Unhealthy Relationship?" was still gliding through the air, not hitting anyone yet. After about 5 minutes of aimless gliding, it wandered into Ueno Park. Once it reached Ueno Park, it floated close to the Sakurazukamori, who had just fed his tree there . . .closer and closer until finally the point landed in Seishirou's fake eye. Most people would panic or scream ,"ouch!" if some random pointy paper airplane had just poked them into the eye. Even if happened to be a fake eye, some sort of surprise in the response is to be expected...but Seishirou has that whole no-emotion-perfect-killer thing going on, so he would be the exception. He just pulled the thing out and took a look at it—and smirked for a considerably long time. He sadistically wondered what his Subaru-kun would think of the checklist. Many people around the world suddenly raised eyebrows at what the author just wrote, what exactly would one lable Subaru and Seishirou's relationship?...Whatever it is, it really can't be healthy... == Fuuma had Kamui cornered in the alley once he finally dropped him there. All Kamui had was his little ballpoint pen and the survey still in his hand, which really couldn't do much besides some pokes and paper-cuts. Ooh, scary. If only he had known, he would have taken the holy sword with him, not that it would be convenient in any way especially if anyone had found it...how to explain? Unfortunately, he had also forgotten his trusty Body Fluid Cleanup Kit, which always came in handy when Fuuma was around. Then again, he never had that thing around him at the right times. "Now," Fuuma smirked, "Where to begin?" He was pleased as usual. He had finally cornered his prey. Kamui shuddered a bit, then checked off, "makes you feel scared or uncomfortable around him (or her) – through looks, gestures, or actions." Most would feel uncomfortable at the person who impales them and licks their blood on a regular basis. Fuuma suddenly became very irritated. Things weren't right. He wasn't getting Kamui's trademark "please-don't-hurt-me" wobbly amethyst-eyed look, and Kamui definitely was NOT shivering in sheer terror enough. He was concentrating on that stupid piece of paper. So, Fuuma did the most mature thing he could possibly think of: he took the pen. "Hey!" Kamui flinched,"I need that!" At last, Fuuma had finally gotten his uke's attention! The pen could prove to be more useful than he has thought, with the lack of broken glass and holy sword and such. But he immediately had second thoughts about the brilliant pen-stabbing idea. It just didn't seem to be that sexy. Unfortunately, having Kamui's full attention by taking the pen did not seem to last long enough. Kamui eyed the empty check mark that must be filled, "doesn't take you seriously or the things that are important to you seriously." i.e.- in Kamui's mind: not being molested and getting the pen back. Kamui sighed. This was going to be a long day. ==
"We don't scream at each other...I can check that off!" Sorata was still having fun. Arashi was still irritated at the terribly discouraging observation that digging her nails into his hand did not indeed drive him away. Sorata continued to grin from ear to ear, "I found another one I can check off! 'Respect each other's rights to your own feelings, friends and opinions!' I respect you very much!" Arashi contemplated another tactic. Perhaps ignoring him would work. She decided to make an attempt to pretend not to listen and try to chop vegetables, but we all know chopping vegetables is not exactly Arashi's forte.
Yuzuriha was in the corner of the kitchen. She was quite amused at the small bursts of chaos between Sorata and Arashi if not the Gravitation volume 2 conveniently hidden in her History textbook she appeared to be reading. Yuzuriha ended up giggling from time to time with such ample sources of amusement. Watching Arashi try to chop vegetables only added to the thrill, but Shuichi and Eiri were the icing on the cake.
"Hmmm..." Sorata's tone of voice had abruptly changed. Arashi knew no good could come from that. It seemed as though he was trying to sound...sultry. "We don't communicate about sex, do we? I can't check that off! Hmm..'If you do have sex, you practice safe sex.' Oh, don't worry Miss, when that magical time comes I promise we'll use a condom!"
That was the last straw. Ignoring proved to not to be effective at all. Arashi turned as red as the ripe tomatoes she was formerly mutilating and fought no impulses to hold up the sharp knife threateningly. Any normal guy would have been scared half to death at this point of Arashi, but Sorata was only minorly flustered. He had never seen such intense fire fill Arashi's beautiful blue eyes before. She looked even hotter than usual, her homicidal expression was only a major turn-on.
Sorata continued his mindless babbling after his quick realization of how turned-on he was. "and if when we do have sex, it won't hurt OR make you feel badly so I can check that box off too!" Arashi dropped the knife and blinked a few times.
"Hey!" Sorata grinned again. "You know what I just realized? We just communicated about sex, so I can check off that box now! Hooray!" Arashi scrambled to pick up the knife, completely oblivious to the fact that she could merely summon that convenient sword out of her hand and threaten him with that.
Yuzuriha couldn't take it anymore. The entertainment was too much for her. She cracked up. She ended up rolling on the floor laughing hysterically. As a result, her Gravitation 2 fell out of her text and into Sorata's view as a terribly doom-filled distraction. He did the unthinkable. He picked it up.
"Hey what's this? Is that one of those manga series with the two guys together I heard about...?" Yuzuriha needed another distraction fast.
"Have you finished borrowing my Gackt cd yet, Sorata-san?" -Not so good.
Sorata and Arashi exchanged confused glances as Yuzuriha quickly grabbed her tankuban and bolted out of the room.
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Note: These checklists exist!! I did not create them for the convenience of the fic! They were in things at my school, I even took a bunch and made them into wrapping paper for my friend's birthday present. So unfortunately, I can't really take credit for what the checklists say...the narrow-minded health teachers can. As a result of collecting these in case of the emergency of losing one, these checklists are all over my house. Every time I clean my room (not too often) I find quite a few. Ok here we go...drum roll
Sorata was overflowing with excitement, which caused many things to be knocked down, as he was not watching where he was going. Once he had finally found Arashi, he was still unable to contain himself. He shoved the survey into her face. Arashi didn't know what to make of Sorata's extra amount of energy. She blinked at the survey.
"It's a sign," Sorata declared dreamily. Arashi blinked a few times and Sorata didn't notice the figurative question mark above her head. "Let's fill it out now!"
"...We always treat each other with respect...I'll check that off... and we never try to control or manipulate each other so I can check that off...and yes...it's fine if we have friends of the opposite sex...never cheat on each other...and...support each other's goals. I have my fate! I will die for you!" Arashi didn't know what to say, but she was thinking of how often he tends to say he'll die for her. . . He continued, "We are doing so well..." Then he did the unthinkable to Arashi, who seems to value her personal space very much. He took her hand. Arashi dug her perfect nails in immediately. "OWWW!!!...It's okay...this pain is showing how much you love me..." He clutched his red throbbing hand passionately. Arashi wondered if it was her or if that really did sound very masochistic.
==
Meanwhile, the paper airplane Sorata had carelessly thrown a little while ago which happened to be the checklist," Are You In An Unhealthy Relationship?" was still gliding through the air, not hitting anyone yet. After about 5 minutes of aimless gliding, it wandered into Ueno Park. Once it reached Ueno Park, it floated close to the Sakurazukamori, who had just fed his tree there . . .closer and closer until finally the point landed in Seishirou's fake eye. Most people would panic or scream ,"ouch!" if some random pointy paper airplane had just poked them into the eye. Even if happened to be a fake eye, some sort of surprise in the response is to be expected...but Seishirou has that whole no-emotion-perfect-killer thing going on, so he would be the exception. He just pulled the thing out and took a look at it—and smirked for a considerably long time. He sadistically wondered what his Subaru-kun would think of the checklist. Many people around the world suddenly raised eyebrows at what the author just wrote, what exactly would one lable Subaru and Seishirou's relationship?...Whatever it is, it really can't be healthy... == Fuuma had Kamui cornered in the alley once he finally dropped him there. All Kamui had was his little ballpoint pen and the survey still in his hand, which really couldn't do much besides some pokes and paper-cuts. Ooh, scary. If only he had known, he would have taken the holy sword with him, not that it would be convenient in any way especially if anyone had found it...how to explain? Unfortunately, he had also forgotten his trusty Body Fluid Cleanup Kit, which always came in handy when Fuuma was around. Then again, he never had that thing around him at the right times. "Now," Fuuma smirked, "Where to begin?" He was pleased as usual. He had finally cornered his prey. Kamui shuddered a bit, then checked off, "makes you feel scared or uncomfortable around him (or her) – through looks, gestures, or actions." Most would feel uncomfortable at the person who impales them and licks their blood on a regular basis. Fuuma suddenly became very irritated. Things weren't right. He wasn't getting Kamui's trademark "please-don't-hurt-me" wobbly amethyst-eyed look, and Kamui definitely was NOT shivering in sheer terror enough. He was concentrating on that stupid piece of paper. So, Fuuma did the most mature thing he could possibly think of: he took the pen. "Hey!" Kamui flinched,"I need that!" At last, Fuuma had finally gotten his uke's attention! The pen could prove to be more useful than he has thought, with the lack of broken glass and holy sword and such. But he immediately had second thoughts about the brilliant pen-stabbing idea. It just didn't seem to be that sexy. Unfortunately, having Kamui's full attention by taking the pen did not seem to last long enough. Kamui eyed the empty check mark that must be filled, "doesn't take you seriously or the things that are important to you seriously." i.e.- in Kamui's mind: not being molested and getting the pen back. Kamui sighed. This was going to be a long day. ==
"We don't scream at each other...I can check that off!" Sorata was still having fun. Arashi was still irritated at the terribly discouraging observation that digging her nails into his hand did not indeed drive him away. Sorata continued to grin from ear to ear, "I found another one I can check off! 'Respect each other's rights to your own feelings, friends and opinions!' I respect you very much!" Arashi contemplated another tactic. Perhaps ignoring him would work. She decided to make an attempt to pretend not to listen and try to chop vegetables, but we all know chopping vegetables is not exactly Arashi's forte.
Yuzuriha was in the corner of the kitchen. She was quite amused at the small bursts of chaos between Sorata and Arashi if not the Gravitation volume 2 conveniently hidden in her History textbook she appeared to be reading. Yuzuriha ended up giggling from time to time with such ample sources of amusement. Watching Arashi try to chop vegetables only added to the thrill, but Shuichi and Eiri were the icing on the cake.
"Hmmm..." Sorata's tone of voice had abruptly changed. Arashi knew no good could come from that. It seemed as though he was trying to sound...sultry. "We don't communicate about sex, do we? I can't check that off! Hmm..'If you do have sex, you practice safe sex.' Oh, don't worry Miss, when that magical time comes I promise we'll use a condom!"
That was the last straw. Ignoring proved to not to be effective at all. Arashi turned as red as the ripe tomatoes she was formerly mutilating and fought no impulses to hold up the sharp knife threateningly. Any normal guy would have been scared half to death at this point of Arashi, but Sorata was only minorly flustered. He had never seen such intense fire fill Arashi's beautiful blue eyes before. She looked even hotter than usual, her homicidal expression was only a major turn-on.
Sorata continued his mindless babbling after his quick realization of how turned-on he was. "and if when we do have sex, it won't hurt OR make you feel badly so I can check that box off too!" Arashi dropped the knife and blinked a few times.
"Hey!" Sorata grinned again. "You know what I just realized? We just communicated about sex, so I can check off that box now! Hooray!" Arashi scrambled to pick up the knife, completely oblivious to the fact that she could merely summon that convenient sword out of her hand and threaten him with that.
Yuzuriha couldn't take it anymore. The entertainment was too much for her. She cracked up. She ended up rolling on the floor laughing hysterically. As a result, her Gravitation 2 fell out of her text and into Sorata's view as a terribly doom-filled distraction. He did the unthinkable. He picked it up.
"Hey what's this? Is that one of those manga series with the two guys together I heard about...?" Yuzuriha needed another distraction fast.
"Have you finished borrowing my Gackt cd yet, Sorata-san?" -Not so good.
Sorata and Arashi exchanged confused glances as Yuzuriha quickly grabbed her tankuban and bolted out of the room.
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