This fanfic was inspired by these images: http:// i22. photobucket .com /albums /b301 /steshin /3076206jn8 .jpg and http:// i22. photobucket .com /albums /b301 /steshin /as10gn9 .jpg (to view pictures, simply copy and paste the links to your browser and delete the spaces) and of course, by Valentines Day. Happy (very) belated Valentine's Day to everyone! (Really, these were written so long ago but a certain FD was too much of a procrastinator).
Story 2
Contributed by: forgottendiary
"Alto, I'm so sorry," Sheryl sobbed into the young man's chest. "I truly wanted this to be perfect," she added between sniffs as she held him tight.
About to say something from the mountain of spoilt pots and pans, flour and sugar on the floor, an array of half-cooked dishes, and the distinguishable stench of burnt meat, he settled for a long sigh.
He was tired. The hours spent at helping with the construction was just too long. He sighed again at the remorse of using his Ex-Gear in the process. Then again, he'd rather use it for building new homes rather than tearing them down.
The distinctive feel of bandage wound around most of Sheryl's fingers against his nape cut his stupor.
Slowly, he pulled her towards him.
"It's alright, we'll order pizza or something," he coaxed, planting a quick kiss on the top of her head.
"But it's Valentine's day and I really wanted to surprise you!" she protested looking at him intently.
Last time Alto checked, the fourteenth of February was just another day on the calendar. Right this is--was his supposed to be his first official "Valentine's Day".
"Sheryl, really it's..." Alto paused caressing her back as he felt something stiff and some string-like material beneath her flimsy shirt.
With curious fingers, he traced the crisscross of strings that protruded through the cloth all the way down her back.
He almost gasped upon the realization.
"S-Sheryl, what's--"Alto's face reddened.
Sheryl looked away for a moment and gently swiped her tears away with a knuckle. After a short sniff, she gave him a small and an almost mischievous smile.
Alto could only stare in anticipation.
She mouthed in those luscious lips of hers, "it's what's left of my surprise."
Nope, pizza was not necessary.
