More song drabbles! :D They are just too much fun to resist, everyone should give it a try, you'll never know what kind of story your fingers will start typing out! He he he!

The original rules are to listen to the first 10 songs your music player shuffles out, and to write something within the duration of the song. But of course, I never listen to the rules. I skipped over songs, but I never picked one myself, just waited for one to come on that would spark an idea.

I also might have hit the replay button for almost every song here, so I would have more time to get my idea out, but not too much time; just enough to still classify each as a drabble.

I hope you enjoy these snippets and be sure to give each song a listen to help give the stories more meaning :)

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"On The Floor" - Jennifer Lopez ft. Pitbull

Rikuo saw him for the first time dancing in a night club, one he was dragged to with his best friend, who insisted he needed to "loosen up," as if he was overworked and stiff.

Rikuo was not overworked, and his "friend" could shove it. But he was unwillingly taken to the loud, busy place filled with young, energetic bodies, moving, grinding, sweating.

When Rikuo saw him moving on the floor, among all the others, he was captured. The drink in his hand forgotten, the obnoxious hip hop blasting through the speakers muffled. Rikuo saw thin blonde hair, swaying about in every direction, sweat flinging off him, white t-shirt sticking to his nimble, slim frame. Rikuo watched as he opened his eyes, the multi-colored lights playing off his shining pupils, his thin white fingers combing through his hair as if he was gripping a lover by the scalp.

Rikuo wasn't a dancer, wasn't even sure if he was attracted to men, but he knew one thing right then; he wanted this man he saw dancing, alone, just for him.

He pushed himself from the bar, leaving his drink, and made his way through the crowd, not even feeling the push and pull of other bodies, male and female, as he finally reached his target.

The blonde man saw him immediately, smiling and slithering his hands on Rikuo's shoulders, stepping closer, and proceeded to move his body along Rikuo's. Rikuo felt himself moan, eye lids getting heavy as the slender man continued to work around and on him, hips pressed together, finger's fondled each other, lips close, but not touching; exchanging breaths.

It was a delirious experience, something about this young man had grabbed a hold on Rikuo and wasn't letting go. And Rikuo could care less if it ever did.

"Love Me Do" - The Beatles

The gray kitten, with it's paws held in the air, danced awkwardly to the beat on the radio. Kazahaya, mumbling the music along, grinned, keeping a light grip on the kitten's tiny paws, making the little body bounce.

Rikuo watched from the doorway, finally speaking up.

"What are you doing to that poor creature?"

Kazahaya jumped a tiny bit, turning to see Rikuo, ceasing his control of the kitten, who looked appreciative.

"He's jamming out," Kazahaya spoke like it was obvious, letting go of the kitten, who instantly collapsed to play with it's tail.

"Numb" - Linkin Park

Kazahaya ran, not looking back, unable to breathe, unable to think. His worn sneakers hit the wet pavement like concrete smacking concrete. He didn't bother holding in his tears, as they streaked back, into his hair line, and eventually hitting the ground as well.

Kazahaya was running away from home, for good this time. The pressure of living under his parent's constant watch and ruling and indoctrination were finally too much. Too much pain, too much guilt that he shouldn't have to feel.

He cried for his sister. During the argument with his parent's, he had tried to drag his sister, Kei, with him, but she refused, and so Kazahaya ran out alone, and fast.

Where would he go?

"Chaos" - Mute Math

"You have no clue what I've been through!" Rikuo shouted at Kazahaya, a bickering gone too far.

"Stop trying to comfort me, it doesn't help," Rikuo shouted again, his voice almost breaking at the end.

Kazahaya's eyes shined with impending tears he refused to let fall, not sure what to do, but not letting any sign of weakness show.

"Rikuo, I'm trying to help, just like Kakei and Saiga are doing. And for your information, I do have a clue what you've been through, but you refuse to be clear with me," he spoke carefully, watching a vein in Rikuo's eye twitch.

He remained silent, brooding. Kazahaya sighed, relaxing a tiny bit.

Rikuo suddenly grabbed a nearby vase and threw it at the wall, it's smash echoing in the apartment. Kazahaya hollered in surprise, jumping away from Rikuo.

"There's a reason why I can't tell you everything," Rikuo had stepped up to Kazahaya, ignoring the wince in his golden eyes at his venomous voice. "or anything..." Rikuo finished vaguely, walking away.

"Leave me alone." Rikuo spat.

"Paint it Black" - Versa Emerge (Rolling Stones cover)

A heavy rain fell upon Tokyo. Gray clouds obscure any sunlight, making the atmosphere cold and dark. People walked more briskly, their umbrellas, books, or newspapers above their heads in defense of the sudden onslaught.

Rikuo watched all this, from an even darker, gloomier ally. He had on a dull greenish brown trench coat with it's hood pulled up. His head tilted slightly to watch the people, with their nice, polished shoes, colorful clothes, nice hair, fake faces done up with makeup, and accessories, like a coffee cup.

Rikuo looked back down at the dirty pavement in front of him, watched the water droplets hit the black surface and his worn shoes, two sizes too small for him, that he had found in a dumpster. He reached forward with one hand and caught a few droplets on his dirty fingers. He touched his face, trying to remember how he had got there.

"The Unforgiven" - Metalica

"There is a place for sinners! It is a place that is dark! And full of demons, worms, and Satan! This place is Hell, and no one deserves to go there, but those who do not accept the Jesus Christ as their Savior will suffer!"

Rikuo droned out the preacher, arms crossed, and looking elsewhere. Kazahaya sat facing forward, elbows on his knees and hands cupped under his chin.

Another random mission set out by their "god," the Almighty Kakei.

Kazahaya yawned. He remembered being forced to attended Catholic sermons when he was living with his parent's, and remembered hating every minute of it. He hated the stiff, somehow lifeless movements that were required by the church; the sitting, standing, crossing, prayers... so dull.

This was something else though, something evangelical, he thought he remembered Kakei say during their vague, brief rundown of the mission.

Rikuo stayed away from churches entirely, having decided years ago to take his fate into his own hands.

But what the excited preacher spoke next made the boy's ears perk up.

"... and witch craft, fortune tellers, psychics, have a special place in the fiery pits!"

Rikuo raised an eyebrow, Kazahaya noticed, as he sat up and looked over at his counterpart.

"These so called gifts are a curse straight from Beelzebub himself! He uses them to bring more people to his unholy glory, and curse all those who come in contact with these self righteous persons!"

"Wow," Kazahaya muttered, mostly wondering why this man felt the need to shout every sentence.

Rikuo smirked, and narrowed his eyes.

"Don't you dare, Rikuo!" Kazahaya whispered harshly, but it was too late, Rikuo had already used his telekinesis to lift the pulpit up a few feet and drop it.

The church went hysterical.

"When They Come For Me" - Linkin Park

"Shit, shit shit. This is such a bad idea, Rikuo. Such a bad idea-"

"Shut up!" Rikuo silently commanded Kazahaya.

The duo hid out in a previously evacuated house, Rikuo keeping a careful eye out a blacked out window, watching the soldiers march down the street, yanking families out of their homes, from the streets, anywhere, and stuffing them into green trucks. These soldiers wore a badge representing their leader, Adolf Hitler, as they mostly took those who wore a blue and white patch with the star of David; Jews.

Rikuo and Kazahaya had no badge, but had been labeled and identified in another way.

Homo's.

"Fuckin' Nazi's..." Rikuo whispered, deciding to stop watching and duck back down, taking Kazahaya's hand.

"Let's find out if this place has a decent hiding place," he whispered to Kazahaya, who nodded, following Rikuo's lead.

"I Want You" - Third Eye Blind

Going to school in New York City somehow hardens a boy into an uncaring young adult, unafraid, reckless, and a total punk.

That's what Rikuo was; a punk. Literally, skate board, dark clothes, and everything.

Somehow Kazahaya was attracted to this punk, and he watched him every day after school, at the local skate park. He sat on a half pipe, legs dangling off the edge, kicking the colorful graffiti with the heel of his converse sneakers.

Kazahaya was not a punk, he did not skate, but he did lounge and smoke and wear peace signs. Some times he wore bandanas, and some times we wore sunglasses. He never preached though, just chilled, enjoyed life.

New York was full of many characters.

Rikuo met this wannabe hippie, Kazahaya, one day as he performed a kick flip up and over his head and was instantly impressed how the blonde twig did not flinch, probably high on something.

"Hi," Kazahaya greeted him as Rikuo climbed out of the pit and sat next to him.

"Yo," Rikuo acknowledged back, setting his worn board across his lap. Kazahaya didn't take his eyes off Rikuo's, no sunglasses today.

"You experiment?" Kazahaya asked casually, trailing his fingers up Rikuo's arm, one of them had a ring on it.

Rikuo raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to sell me drugs?"

"Hm, no. Something better," Kazahaya grinned slyly, leaning forward, lips hovering over Rikuo's pierced ear.

"I want you," he spoke hotly.

"Stereo Hearts" - Gym Class Heroes ft Adam Lavine

Kazahaya honestly wasn't sure if he could sing. Sure he sang to himself when he was cleaning, or stocking inventory in the drugstore, and it didn't sound atrocious, but everyone's voice sounds different to themselves.

So when Rikuo and Kazahaya's friend, Fai, began pushing Kazahaya to go up and sing karaoke, one night as they visited a bar, Kazahaya refused.

A mediocre girl had just finished, and the mic was open. Fai smiled widely, insisting. Rikuo played along, but was honestly very curious about his roommate's voice. He had heard Kazahaya singing randomly at work and the guy didn't sound half bad. If that voice was amplified, with supporting music...

Kazahaya finally gave in, blushing and shaking as he walked up to the stage, gripping the microphone, and looking through the music list. Most he didn't know, didn't even recognize, but one stood out, a song he had heard on the radio at work and instantly liked, having sung along with it a few times himself.

Kazahaya hesitantly selected it, watching the TV for the lyrics. He was a little late coming in, but once his mouth did open, the bar went dramatically silent, listening.

"My heart's a stereo, it beats for you so listen close. Hear my thoughts in every note, oh oh..."

Kazahaya smiled nervously, turning away from the TV to face the people fully, and tried singing a little louder.

It was nerve wracking, so Kazahaya kept his eyes on Rikuo to calm himself. Kazahaya would never know, but that night was the night Rikuo decided he was in love.

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Huh, that was only 9 songs. Told ya I don't listen to the rules... I couldn't come up with anything else :P I suuuck lol