A/N: Oh, what is this I see? Why, yes, another update! XD I had gotten done with my AP Chem postlab write up. And figured I might as well do something fun, which is write. Yay! Vignettes, vignettes for everyone!

Day 12: A favorite memory

Characters: All of YJ + Roy

Rating: K

Genre: Friendship, romance, humor

Crayons

These things called cur-ay-eons were fascinating. In the original form, they were smooth and came in all sorts of interesting, vibrant colors that helped with her mental development. There was the one she favored calling sun, because that's what it was. The sun was responsible for warming up the body, and seeing something the same color as the sun must also warm the body...even if it felt lacking in the temperature department.

There was also the pinkish hues that seemed to capture the same tones as the flowers that covered the fields that Uncle used to bring her to train. Magenta, rose, violet red, carnation pink.

The different blues that splattered across the carpeted floor made her smile, and reminded her that the sky came in different tones as well, especially when the cerulean was next to that plain orange. That brought up a particular memory of a successful mission and everyone had just stood on the docks to watch the sunrise.

Crayons made her happy. She liked the variety, especially when they came in the 64 pack so that she could share with everyone else, along with the stacks of paper that littered the room.

Chocolate

His shaded eyes studied the curious looking bar held up in front of him. He hadn't been having a good day, and for some reason this person knew what would cheer him up completely. Surprisingly, it wasn't his best friend. This was unacceptable, he didn't like being a child and he hated being treated as such, and his body moved on it's own accord to cross his arms, leaving him swinging, slightly, on the bar he was hanging off of.

They had said open, and he furiously shook his head side to side, what he didn't expect was for them to lean down so that they were face to upside down face and peck him quickly on the lips.

When he pulled away to say something, he was left with a broken off piece of chocolate melting in his mouth with another kiss.

Caduceus

Finely crafted sticks used for plays and such were not supposed to be used for fights. She wielded it out like a staff, of one like what one of her mythological half-brothers usually held. Her grin was fierce and the colorful smack, smack of the wood had her laughing gleefully. A dodge here, a swing there. She was good at play fighting as she was on the field.

The leap up with a somersault in the air was perfected by the flawless landing on the backs of the cushion-y seats. Her opponent followed with a fierceness that could never rival hers, and with a misplaced foot the clumsy fool tripped over the back and had crashed her down on the seat. One on top of the other. No matter, she had lightly bashed him on the head and laughed it off. What she didn't realize was that her heart did a little flutter when they did the same.

Carbon

When compressed at a high pressure, the element was turned into the nice, shiny object that he looked for. But, of course, he had to make it special. He had to make it himself, use the same formula that Uncle used, himself.

What he didn't count for was going through all the little side missions before, during, and after the making of the stone. He was tired and hungry and wet and cold, all a bad combination for his body. It was supposed to be special, he was supposed to be ready and dry, definitely dry, but no he had ended up late, yet again, with them furiously angry at him. It had taken him all but 15 minutes to get them to calm down before he could show it to them.

The kiss he had gotten after and the simple word whispered into his ear was what made the whole damned expedition worth it. He was sure his Uncle would enjoy his new home.

Cavalcade

The sudden emotion in him had him choking as tears came into his eyes. He thought they had given up on him, given up hope for him. He never felt so happy to see the flight of ships coming towards him through his eyes. There was the team's, but there were several others that had come in order to fight the war that was about to begin.

It wasn't his fault. Evil lurked in every corner, he just hadn't been careful enough to check the one closest to him, his friends and the others had seemed to come into an agreement that he had desperately needed them. The proof was right there coming towards him even as he lay on his side with chained arms behind his back as his perpetrator propped both their feet on his shoulder without any notice.

Chirr

It was a sight that had him confused. He had simply said that he heard the faint buzzing sound of an insect and everyone had gone into fight mode. One of them held a roled up magazine in their hand, while another had their shoe in one hand. All of their eyes searched the room in concentration while he sat in the same spot blinking at the lot of them.

They were still, until one of them let out a battle cry which had everyone burst into action, arms flying everywhere and everyone managed to make contact with one another.

The end result had him facing Batman with a scrawled up note held in front of his face as he read, explaining what happened to the flat-screen t.v.

Cement

He angrily stomped his way towards them after he had beamed in. This time they had gone too far, what with his hair being this obnoxious green color. It became too late when he felt and heard the squish, squish of something underneath his feet. The glance down made him rage at the sight.

Who the hell puts this stuff inside a base where people can just walk in and out?

As he tried to take a step out, he felt that his feet had stayed put. The loud snickers coming from his sides didn't help much as he tried to pull himself out. He also tried to ignore the slight breeze around him and the clicks of something suspiciously like a camera. While the tune that was supposed to be sung on his special-turned-horrible day had him wishing he hadn't been born at all.

A/N: You all may have noticed that I used all C words within this day's prompt...I don't know why. It just seemed fun. Prompts within a prompt. I had my little sister give me one of them, and then had to look in a Thesaurus for more C words. XD Oh, I also forgot to add that the word that Roy said yesterday, "yesternight" I have to give credit to my other sister who is five-years-old. She tends to say yesternight and last day. XD

Hmm, maybe if I finish my reading notes for the same class tomorrow, then I will probably have another update for you all. ;D

*looks at list of prompts* I think the person who made this is screwing me over...Honestly, I just did a memory fic, and they want me to do another one. Yeesh!

Special author brownie points to the people who can guess which person's memory is which correctly!