This was posted so I could give out my little messages, really.
Okay, here we go. Notes to reviewers:
EVAN AAML: The oneshot you suggested is turning into a short horror story. Heh, sorry. After I finish one of those fics, I'll probably start working on it since it'll be the shortest of all three of my ideas. Thanks for the idea though, keep an eye out for it. It'll probably be called "Crimson Lake" or something like that.
Super Reader: Should be next in line, you know, with the internet thing. I'm writing it. Thanks for the suggestion.

1. THEME: Apples-------------Pairing: AAML--------Title: Choke

Pikachu's eyes glazed over with delight. There were two thing she loved more than anything else in the world. Well, aside from her human friends and pokémon friends. She guessed she meant inanimate things. There were only two inanimate things she loved. The first thing was ketchup. She loved the red substance more than life itself. She'd guzzle it down in gulps, not needing to put it on chicken, fries, or hamburgers. The second thing was fruit; apples specifically. She just couldn't help herself when she saw that juicy red fruit dangling in a tree above her. She had to have one, just one! She wouldn't even eat it that fast!

"Pikachu, where ya goin', buddy?" Ash asked, standing up and cocking his head to one side. "Be careful with those apples, you don't want to choke on one. Remember what happened last time? We ended up having to visit that stupid doctor who didn't want to help you because you weren't human? What if we can't find the pokémon center again? This doctor may not help you out, and I can't let you die."

(You're just bitching because you got all jealous when he complimented Misty,) She eyed the boy carefully from her spot in the tree. Pikachu plucked an apple from a branch and help it happily in her hands. (You can't understand me yet, can you, nerdling?)

"I don't know what you said, but you better not choke on that apple, and that's all I have to say. I worry about you Pikachu."

"Aw, a boy and his Pikachu," Misty teased. "What love!"

"What do you mean love?" Ash yelped, glaring at the girl. "I didn't say I loved Pikachu!" He stopped himself and smiled up at the crackling mouse. "Um, Pikachu, I didn't mean that. You know I love you. I just meant, er, well…" He turned back to Misty. "Love is such a girl emotion."

"It's not," She retorted. "But gluttony sure is a guy emotion. Are you going to finish all that, Ash?" She pointed to his plate, filled to the brim with the meal Brock had prepared for them. The boy might even be going for seconds, if she knew him as well as she thought she did.

"You know that's a stupid question to ask, Misty." Ash grinned and rubbed his hands together as he looked down at his lunch. The he began eating his food at lightspeed, shoving bite after bite of the delicious meal Brock had prepared for them. "Wow, Brock, that sure is some good stuff. How do you come up with all these awesome recipes?"

"He's got talent, unlike some brainless trainers I know," Misty teased.

And, instead of Pikachu, Pikachu's Pikapi began to choke on his meal. At first, the two thought he was playing, exaggerating, thanks to Misty's comments. However, when he continued for longer than any joke could, the two began to panic. It wasn't until the boy fell forward to his hands and knees that Brock and Misty realized the severity of his situation. He couldn't breathe, and was ironically doing what he warned Pikachu not to.

"Oh my God! Brock, do you know the Heimlich thing?" Misty said, beginning to hyperventilate.

"No, I-"

Misty didn't let Brock finish his answer, but merely leaped forward, slammed Ash onto his back, and pushed down in the same place she knew to do for CPR, but letting her hand slide up as if to push the food out from the inside (and the wrong spot). The food did not fly from his mouth, but the action seemed to dislodge it enough for him to cough it up, chew it well in his mouth, then swallow it again, this time without choking.

She pulled off of him, eyes narrowed. "Did you just eat that, after you choked on it?"

"I'm hungry," Ash defended.

"Ash, that's absolutely disgusting!" Misty cried, clapping a hand over her mouth in disgust. "Brock, can we do something to get that out of my hand? I'm going to throw up tonight because of that! Who eats what they just choked on!"

"My ribs hurt," Ash complained distantly, rubbing where she pressed (which wasn't exactly his ribs, but Misty was a little too angry to point it out at the moment, though it did come up in many, many arguments later on.)

"Golly, Ash, I'm sorry for saving your life! I'll be sure not to do it next time!" She shouted, hands on hips. In a flash, she had yanked out her mallet and smacked him over the head twice, driving him deep down into the ground with a huff. "Ungrateful little jerk. You just see if I ever save your butt again. I sure won't. Sure as hell won't ever save you again. Oh, you just wait for the next time you need me, the only thing you'll be hearing out of this girl is how you still owe me a bike."

"Ugh, not the bike," Ash moaned. "Please don't talk about that stupid thing again. It wasn't on purpose."

"Yes it was."

"No it wasn't."

"Guys," Brock warned.

"You know what, Ash? I can say whatever I want, whether it's the truth or not, to you for a long, long time. Do you want to know why, Ash? It's because I saved your life! If I want to say the sky is green, you'll nod and say the sky is green, you got that? For the next…" She hesitated, "month, you'll be nothing but nice to me."

"Alright, alright. I get why I got hurt, and I get why you're saying all this, but why'd you go and tackle me?" The boy asked, returning to his meal with the same vigor as before, making Brock slap his forehead at his young companion's stupidity.

" 'Cuz I was worried about you, you idiot!" Misty snapped, then slammed a hand over her mouth in horror. "I, uh, mean, that didn't come out right."

Ash stopped eating to smile up at her. "Oooh, you were worried about me? You just said you were! Well, I guess we're going to have to go with what you say and since everything you say is right, doesn't that mean you lo–?"

"Shuttup Ash."

2. THEME: Taboo -------------Pairing: DAML -------Title: Silence (1)

Certain names, certain topics, both of them were brought up in a conversation that day.

Some things in our relationship are taboo.

Well, I don't even know if you can really call it a relationship. It's more of a…fling? Fling is a good word for it. There's not supposed to be any emotion involved. It's supposed to be an unattached, sexual, passionate, disconnected thing we have together. If we were married or engaged or even just dating someone it would probably be an affair, I guess. I think it really is secretive enough to be one.

It's such a big secret. No one knows. Actually, Max might. I wouldn't be surprised if the little weirdo did. He's always sneaking around like he knows something I don't. Probably he knows that I know that he knows my secret, and he's pulling me along by a string. I'm his little puppet sometimes, and I don't know how he does it. Maybe it's all through him, the guy I told you I'm having that 'fling' with. Both Max and HIM are pretty manipulative.

"May, what are you thinking about?" He asked, massaging my shoulders.

"Nothing," I whispered, keeping my eyes on the window. "I'm just wondering about my house. Max is fine alone, but he's sleeping in. I'm kind of worried that I might've left the stove or the iron on. You know, just one of the many things that'll kill my brother in his sleep."

He chuckled, "Very funny."

"I thought so," I smiled lightly.

"May," He sighed. "You're not happy, are you? I can tell when you're feeling bad. You know how good I am at reading people." He grabbed my hand and led me to the bed, sitting down next to me with an arm around my shoulders. "Please, May, tell me what's wrong. I want to help. I really am a good person at heart. I don't always show it but…" He chuckled and whispered in my ear. "You know what an attentive lover I can be."

"You're sick," I said, a real smile fighting its way out. "But you're very good at being the twisted pervert I know and love."

"You don't love me," He sighed, shaking his head. "You don't need to lie. I know you don't really…" He looked at the floor, gulping. "I know that what we're doing isn't really what you want. I know you'd rather be somewhere else, with someone else."

"No! I…I want to do this."

"You're not doing it for the right reasons," He sighed. "It's just an escape for you. It's a way to get away from your problems, hide from the world for an hour or two. You've talked yourself into thinking that this is what you need. You…you think I'm what you desire, but I'm not. I never really have been. I know that." He laughed lightly. "I guess I've always known that, when it comes down to it. Some things are just obvious when you finally get the lust out of the way."

"Don't talk like this."

"You know it's a lie, May. I knew it was a lie too. It was last night, after we…after we do what grown up people do," He looked at me for a brief moment before looking back at the floor with a moan. "I don't even want to say it. It was just horrible. It was like the whole world came crashing down around me when you did that. I didn't know what to do. So I drank. That's why I came here hung over this morning."

"What did I do?" I asked breathlessly.

"You turned away from me."

"I was sleeping, I didn't know what I was doing I–"

"I touched your shoulder, while you were sleeping," He hissed. "You turned away from me. You tried to get away from me. And you said…in your sleep you said that I wasn't him. And I'm not. I never have been, I never will be. I can never, ever be the one you want. I know. I've come to accept it. Knowing wasn't the problem, accepting was. That was the hard part. I've known for months that it's not me."

"It is you," I whispered. "I want this. I want you."

"No you don't, dammit, and I really wish you did!" He shouted. His tone quieted. "Mew, I really, really wish you did. I wish you wanted me like I want you. I wish that I could get rid of this stupid passion I have for you. This stupid desire I've had for the past two years that's blinded me. It made me ignore the fact that I'm just a pleasure to you. I'm like a talking fucking sex toy to you, even if you won't admit it."

"That's not it at all."

"Yes it is!"

"I'm in love with you!" I shouted, leaping to her feet. My nightgown fluttered around me, seeming to be as angry as I was. Though, it was kind of hard for the gown to show any emotion but the violent ones. Hot pink was not a quiet color.

"No, you're not."

"Yes I am!" I screamed. "I'm in love with Drew!" My face paled. My hands slammed over my mouth before dropping slowly. "Oh my God, Harley. Harley, I didn't mean that. It was an accident! They sound the same! I swear, oh God, oh God, Harley I really didn't mean it. It was an honest mistake, could've happened to anyone. Please, please I'm telling you it's you I love. I've never loved him. I promise you."

"Get out." He whispered, collapsing onto the bed and shoving his head into the pillow.

After a few seconds of silence, I spoke, "Harley I…"

"What are you still doing here?" He whispered. He sat up, a remote hitting me in the chest from his throw. He screamed it, "Get out! Just get out of here and never come back! I don't want you here, you don't want to be here, so why don't you just get out of here? Stop wasting both our time and get out of here."

"God, Harley, I don't want it to end like this. Let's at least stay friends. Let's stay something. I can't just leave you here all alone. You drink, you smoke, you'll have a relapse. You've got depression, Harley, please don't make me leave you."

"All I want is for the woman I love to be happy," He whispered. "If that means watching another man walking you down the aisle, I'll let it happen. I wish it could've been me, May. But some things aren't meant to be. Thanks for your pity, May."

"Harley," I whimpered.

He was crying. "Don't make this harder than it already is! Why delay the inevitable? Go be with Drew, May. You'll make each other happy."

So I left, telling him I'd call him in the morning and I'd always love him, even if it really wasn't the truth.

Not that it mattered much.

He was dead from an OD by nightfall.

3. THEME: Neutral -----------Pairing: AAML--------Title: Switzerland

I don't interfere with their fights.

Well, that's a lie. If it's really, really, really necessary, I'll break them up. They won't fight it then, we've got stuff to do, lives to save, dinners to eat. As long as it's something that's more entertaining than arguing (which isn't a lot in their minds) they'll let it go. I just wish they would let it go all the time.

But they won't, and me trying to get them to is pointless.

It's like trying to stop the times, trying to stop the rain, trying to get my dad to quit being a drama queen. Some things in life are just plain impossible, and a complete stop from Ash and Misty arguing is one of them.

I'm neutral, the Switzerland of the group if you will. I'm not going to fight in any wars. Why?

Well, frankly, it's not my problem.

Call me cruel, call me a bad friend, but Brock the Rock knows when to butt out. They don't want me to stop them from arguing.

They want to. It's the very thing that keeps them both from dying of boredom on the road. It's the thing that gives them the most pleasure out of everything we do. And why wouldn't it? They get awfully close during those fights. Ash is getting something, well, someone, to challenge him. Misty practically feels like she's back at her loud, argument filled home. The insults he tosses out makes her feel like he's family.

But, as I'm neutral, I hear the story from both sides.

They come to me and sit by the crackling fire while the other one sleeps or gets firewood or takes a bath or some other random thing. They never really care what their enemy is doing. As long as the enemy is out of sight, out of mind, they don't care. They get me alone, make sure there's no escape (thanks to Pikachu or Misty's mallet) and then try and have a "conversation" with me. I never really get to talk. They just have me there for laughs, I guess.

"I called her scrawny again." – "He called me scrawny again."

"She seemed kinda…angry." – "That really pissed me off."

"I don't know why I can't seem to come up with any new insults." – "Can't the retard say something witty, other than a pun?"

"I'm pretty good at puns though. Do you think she likes them? I know you talk to her like you talk to me." – "Please get Ash to stop making puns. You talk to him like this too, right?"

"Well I think-"

"Yeah, but here's the thing, Brock." – "I went through three years of therapy. Please don't be a rapist." ("A rapist?") "Therapist. I mean therapist, really."

"See, I don't usually get that close to anyone's face." – "Excuse me for being too white bread to be ghetto, but why is he always up in my grill?" ("Never say that again.") "Sorry, Brock."

"I think it's because…Ugh! She hates me, doesn't she?" – "I don't really mind though, Brock. See, the thing is. I kinda…like him."

"I'm just avoiding the real thing. I have a crush on Misty." – "He doesn't know how much I like the arguments. He probably hates them, doesn't he? He hates me, doesn't he?"

"Well Brock! What can I do? Ya gotta help!" – "I'm screwed, aren't I? I should just give up on men. Women seem to hit on me pretty often. That, and guys who are way to old for me."

"I can't answer your question, but I think that you should tell Ash/Misty how you feel."

"Well, thanks Brock. It's better than nothing." – "…Why can't you just give me the answer? Sometimes you're a real jerk when it comes to helping me Brock."

They usually leave at that point.

"And now you walk away, nice. …You're welcome!"

Yeah, people never stay long in Switzerland. They just get the good stuff (chocolate) and leave.

Know what?

Being Switzerland really sucks sometimes.

4. THEME: Birthday ----------Pairing: DAML -------Title: Never Had One

"Happy Birthday!" My girlfriend explained, leaping out in front of me with a cake in open arms. "I made a cake and it's chocolate! Okay, okay, Brock helped a lot over the phone, but I did the actual work and the batter tastes great. The cake baked the way it's supposed to and the icing came out of a plastic can. It's a chocolate cake with orange icing and I'm sure it can't be all that bad because it's sugar coated sugar." She shrugged to herself and decided to add, "and butter."

"It's not my birthday."

"I guess not, but we never celebrate it and you won't tell me when it is so I figured today was as good as any!" She walked over to the kitchen table and slid the cake down with mother-like care. Then, of course, destroyed it by running a finger along the side of the cake and eating the icing on her finger. "You don't mind magically turning eighteen today, do you? Neither of us are minors anymore. Our relationship is no longer statutory rape."

I rubbed my temples, but sat down at the table across from her with a sigh. "May, thank you for the cake. It's very nice of you, really. I think it's beautiful and I'm sure it tastes fine. But why oh why would you make my birthday on Halloween?"

"Because I can't go Trick or Treating anymore and Max won't let me steal from his stash. The only thing I can possibly do to get sugar and not feel bad about myself for being a fatso is to pretend today is your birthday and run to the gym afterwards."

"You're going to go to the gym?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"And you're going to use the equipment?"

"Oh, Mew no. You know those things scare me. The meal and the muscled, scary people running on them, it freaks me out. I'm just going to run down to the gym, touch the door, then run back here tomorrow morning. It's my daily exercise. One day I'll get inside that place. I'll conquer my fear." She took another fingerful of icing. "But you could help me conquer that fear, Drew darling. Any good boyfriend would."

"Well, I'm not any good boyfriend."

"Ha ha," May rolled her eyes. "Now, riddle me this, why do you never tell me when your birthday is? I've been waiting and waiting for you to tell me when I can celebrate but you never do. You know how much I like to throw parties. It gives us a chance to see all our old friends again."

"So my birthday is an excuse for you to throw a party."

"You're catching on," She giggled. "You know, sometimes I just want to grab a handful of cake and stuff it in my face. You see little kids do that on home videos. I've never done it. I think it'd be fun. It'd probably taste better because you're doing something you're not supposed to. Supposedly, stolen things taste better. It's supposed to be from the adrenaline and stuff? You get a temporary high."

"You say you're going to get the same high that your get from stealing by eating that little piece of cake with your hands?" I asked. She nodded excitedly. "May, you're absolutely crazy, do you know that? You're out of your mind."

"That's why you love me. Now, tell me why you don't celebrate your birthday."

"Well, I didn't celebrate as a kid. I'm just thinking, why should I celebrate now?" I mused. "Now it's just a celebration of being one year closer to death, one year away from birth. It's rather depressing, if you think about it."

"That's not what birthdays are about."

"Really? What are they about?"

"They are about friends," she said, leaning forward over the cake. "They are about family. And they are most definitely about cake and presents." She grinned delightedly at him, then dropped her hand onto the cake to pick up a handful. "But, it's mostly about cake."

"Isn't it always with you?"

"Are you saying I think with my stomach?"

"I'm saying Ash taught you some bad habits, May-chan." I teased.

"Bad habits? I'll give you bad habits!" She laughed. She took one bite from the cake in her hands, giving a little moan of content, then tossed it in my direction, hitting me right in the face. It didn't take long for a full fledged cake fight.

When all the cake was gone, our bodies successfully coated in a fine layer of chocolate, my lovely girlfriend kissed me softly. "I hope you had a happy birthday, Drew."

My romantic, loving side replied, "It always is with you."

5. THEME: Lightning/Thunder-Pairing: AAML -----Title: Double Take

I never looked at Ash like he was handsome or, er, sexy.

I hate that word. Sexy. It never fails to make me blush like a schoolgirl. It's not like I'm completely innocent or anything. I don't know why it makes me redden like that. I guess it's because it always makes me think of him, Ash Ketchum. The young, stupid, bony, fat, irresponsible, weird, hyper, energetic, argumentative little retard who wrecked my bike and wants to become the next pokémon master.

And I actually fell in love with that; the pokeball's twitching, but nothing's been caught kind of guy.

Contrary to popular belief, I didn't realize I was in love with the fool until very, very recently. I never thought of him as anything but, well, Ash. He wasn't my crush. He was my friend. We could talk about anything and everything.

But then we felt like being stupid.

No, it was not the first time we'd done something mortally stupid, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. This time was a lot more fun than it usually was, probably because no one was injured. Usually, our stupid things were caused by bets and challenges, not the pure thrill of the moment of the lightning far off in the distance and the rumble of thunder that made us shiver with excitement as the lightning storm approached.

"Misty, let's go outside," Ash whispered excitedly, grabbing at my hand.

"We'll get hit by lightning, Ash."

"I've been hit by Pikachu's attack."

"People die from being hit by lightning. It's very, very rare for a person to die from a Pikachu, or a Raichu for that matter. Lightning is much stronger. You might be able to live through it, but do you really want to test it? If another prophecy comes along, I'm pretty sure we'll need you."

"Let's go dance in the rain."

"I'm not dancing in the rain."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not five."

"I'm offended," Ash said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm not five, and I want to dance in the rain. Besides, we both know I always win whenever we want to go somewhere. Why don't you give it up and just go outside with me? I don't want to have to force you." When I didn't reply, he sighed. "Fine, fine. I guess we'll just do it the hard way since the stubborn, tantrum throwing five year old doesn't want to do something."

"Excuse me, I'm not-hey! Get your hand off my wrist!" I squealed as he led me towards the door. "Don't you dare take me outside Ash Ketchum, I'll kick your ass from here to Johto! I'll hit you so hard with my mallet you'll forget what you were doing."

"But then I'll just try to do it again, and doesn't that defeat the purpose?" Ash challenged, turning the handle and yanking us both outside.

The shock of hundreds of little rain droplets pouring onto your flesh tends to make most scream. My body chose to lock in place, and look up at the sky with a groan. "Ash, it's so cold out here! I'm going to catch hypothermia or something."

"Then you'll just have to find a way to warm up, won't you? I know what! You could dance!"

My eyes didn't look down from the sky. "Ash, there's no music. Besides, you don't know how to dance and how I am supposed to dance without a partner? I'm not doing the stupid, twitching, arm flinging thing you keep trying to pass off as a dance."

"I know how to do Cotton Eye Joe."

"There is no way in hell I will ever dance to a song called Cotton freaking Eye Joe!" I said, finally snapping my eyes down to meet his.

My heart stopped beating for a moment. My stomach twisted. I couldn't believe I was looking at the same boy. His damp hair clung to his face, showing that he'd taken his hat off at some point. His clothes were soaked and tight to his form, but for some reason I wasn't looking at the hot body, I was looking at the angelic face, haloed with the effect of rain popping off of him as it hit, lit by the flash of lightning behind him.

He was beautiful. I had no idea why I had never seen it before. I couldn't imagine how I had been with him all this time, in tuxedo's and in jeans, and had never seen the way his smile was brighter than the lightning, his hair was wilder than the thunder, and his voice was more soothing than the gentle patter of the rain around me.

I smiled. "Alright, Ketchum. Show me how to do the Cotton Eye Joe."

"Where'd you come from, where'd you-"

"Don't sing."

"Aw, but Misty!"

"Don't. Sing."

"…Bitch."

"What did you just call me?" My eyes narrowed. "I'm going to kick your ass, you little twerp!" I ran after him, my mouth curled in a snarl.

Hey, just because I gave the guy a double take doesn't mean he's not still my Ash.

6. THEME: King---------------Pairing: DAML --------Title: Fast Food

"You can't eat that," May gawked, watching as Drew, her rival, a boy so skinny he made her look obese, shoved the biggest hamburger she'd ever seen into his mouth. "I can't believe you're eating that! What's on that?"

"Um," He paused, looking down at his burger. "Meat, cheese, lettuce, tomato, ketchup, mustard, onions, pickles, mayonnaise, some of my chocolate milk shake and a few fries. It's really good. I'd offer you a bite, but I'm really damn hungry."

"How can you eat that?" She whispered.

"I just put it in my mouth and chew," Drew shrugged. He finished the last bite of his burger into his mouth, sucking some mayonnaise off his thumb as he did so. "It's pretty good. You should get a burger and try it. The milkshake really adds some good flavor." He said, glancing pointedly at her chicken fries. "I'm almost positive that tastes like total crap. Tell me, am I right or am I right? Why would you get chicken at Burger Ki-?"

"Because I'm trying to keep my figure. I live on a no calories diet, practically! How do you…how can you eat that? You're still skinny! You shouldn't be able to eat those kinds of things and still be skinny! That's not fair!" She squealed. Partly because of the reasons she listed, and partly because he was right. Chicken fries from that fast food place did taste pretty bad with no dipping sauce or milkshake to season it.

"I don't know. I'm a growing guy. I guess I need all the calories I can get." He smirked and pushed his milkshake towards her. "I guarantee splurging once a month will not destroy your figure. You're a teen. You don't have to diet like an adult. Go ahead, dip your chicken in the milkshake. It'll taste so much better than it would just plain." May pulled a face. "Oh, come on, you know you want to."

"Drew, that's disgusting."

"No it's not, it's fantastic," He laughed. "Try it."

"No, that's sick," She said. Her mouth did water for it, though. She hadn't had a milkshake in ages since a certain dark haired younger brother had bet her (no stakes but bragging rights involved) that she couldn't go a week without sugar, and she did love sweet things. "Milkshake and chicken? That can't taste good. It has to taste nasty. Chicken and a sweet, sugary, milkshake," She moaned and dropped her head to the counter.

"Seriously, why won't you eat the milkshake?"

"I bet my brother I could go a week without having sweets." She picked her head up with a sigh. "I've gone five days, I can't give it all up now. You know how much I hate giving that little pest the satisfaction of beating me. Watching you drink that milkshake is bad enough!"

To spite her, he picked up the milkshake and took a long drink before putting it down on the table. "Well, May. It seems you have quiet the dilemma on your hands, don't you? You can get pleasure now and take the blow to your pride, or keep your pride and torture yourself. I'd say take the pleasure, the last thing a coordinator needs is hubris." May blinked at him. "It's a mean word for pride. It means cocky."

"It's not hubris. It's a test of will."

"It's a bet with your brother."

"But I don't want to lose," She whined. Drew took another swig of his drink, temptation driving her wild. "Now you're just being mean. Drew! Why do you always have to be such a jerk? You know all I want in this whole world right now is a milkshake and you have to go and wave one right under my nose. You're a jerk. I hate you." She leapt to her feet, arms crossed haughtily over her chest, growling under her breath.

Drew stood up as well, calmly. "I wasn't torturing you. I was just making sure my mouth tasted sweet."

"Why do you care about your mouth tasting sweet?" May rolled her eyes. "That's got to be the most irrational excuse for something I've ever heard!"

So Drew snapped her towards him and wrapped her up in a kiss. "Was that sweet enough for you?" He asked with they broke apart.

She giggled. "Yeah, you're my burger king."

Drew groaned, "Mew, I hate puns."

(1) I'm such a little emo today!

Well, this chapter was mostly posted so I could give out those little messages, plus it's been a while since I've done themes, and they're so much fun to do! You only got six this time, 'stead of ten. I had the other ten thought of but I decided, nah. I think I'll throw those in next batch of themes I do.

Man, ten more to go. Sad, isn't it?
If things work out the way they've been working out…don't take my word on this now, it's just a possibility…it could be bumped up to 60 or 75. Maybe not. I'll probably just write them outside the oneshot collection instead.
Jesus, this is turning out to be the oneshot collection from hell, isn't it? It never ends!
Thanks for your reviews!