Okay, these are from my LJ. Or the one's I like, slightly edited. The other ones, I might edit them. But I liked these and wanted them somewhere I at least know they'll be seen.

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The table fell silent as he neared. Every single person at the table quieting and turning to get a good look at him. He, in turn, gave everybody at the table a full hearted glare. Upon his cheek was the bright red mark only a girl would leave upon a man's figure. The remains of a stinging slap.

"What happened to you?" one asked. He sat lazily against the table, brown eyes laughing at his pain. His equally brown hair fell around his face, to his strong jaw. He was the only man at school to have a goatee, which gave the senior much attention. His shirt was partially open, and the school jacket tossed lazily on the table.

"What's it look like?" the senior snapped. His lighter brown hair was spiked defying gravity, green hazel eyes narrowed. He was of smaller build than the other, but hardly any less fit. His uniform was hardly considered such anymore. The white shirt was mostly open, flaunting his many tattoos, and his many necklaces jingling. His jacket was no where to be seen, and hadn't been seen since the first day of school.

"Looks like you're whipped, Ning!" said another. He was only a junior, yet matched him in height. His long black hair was pulled up into a ponytail, dark brown eyes challenging the senior. His uniform fully assembled, although untucked and slightly wrinkled. Ning swung to him, growling. "Who's the unlucky broad?"

"I was canning a freshman, and I ain't scared to can a junior." Ning threateningly advanced. The junior stood up, ready for a fight.

"I'll throw both of you in the dumpster! Sit down, Tong. Ning, how'd you get slapped canning a freshman? Get a girl?" All the men at the table grinned. The school uniform for girls was a skirt, thus when canned everything was open for viewing for anybody passing until she got out. All the girls quickly learned to wear underwear that covered more than not, for a rumor of less underwear could get a girl canned.

"Shuddap Ce," Ning said, but he turned his back on Tong and took a seat. Tong followed, taking his own chair with quiet grumbles. Each one at the table turned to look at Ning, who sent all of them a glare before starting his story. "I was in the hall, late 'cause Mrs. Zhu was giving me hell. Saw Wei. You guys know him right? Kisses up to Mr. Zhuge, total teachers pet. At least, whenever I'm in Anatomy class he does. Stupid freshman. Really don't like him, so I canned the sucker.

"I was trying to decide whether or not I wanted to tip him and roll him down the hallway when a chick stomps up and starts yelling at me. Didn't really listen to her though. She was a cute little thing, couldn't tell what grade she was in. When she finally shut up, I responded in kind. 'Don't know if I should can you or kiss you'. Chick got all flustered, I personally thought she was going to hit me with the books she had in her hands. Luckily, she only slapped me. Books were thick looking.

"Anyway, I stood there shocked and she tipped the can over and helped Wei out. Giving me one of those nasty chick glares, ya know, those ones that only a pissed off-that's her!" All of them turn to see who Ning was pointing at. She walked beside a girl of similar size. She did look a little on the short side, not that many girls were considered tall to them. Her long dark brown hair was pulled back into a barrette, shorter layers framing her face. Her large dark eyes watched her companion, and she giggled lightly. She wore the traditional jacket and skirt of the school, ironed and pretty.

Her companion was just as tall, and just as neatly dressed. Her lighter hair pulled up into a ponytail, bouncing along. Her eyes a mix of blues and greens looked from the girl to the surrounding cafeteria. The two found an empty table and sat, moving their books so as no food got on them. Ce raised an eyebrow before turning back to Ning with a smirk.

"She what? Comes up to your chest and is the size of a toothpick. How'd she get to hit you?" he teased with a smirk.

"She's a junior," the smallest one of the group said, stopping Ning from retorting. All six at the table turned to him. The only sophomore at the table, he grinned bashfully. He had been Ce and Yu's adopted underclassmen. Thus he was saved from any canning, being stuck in lockers, or any other embarrassing pranks. At least from them. Short light brown hair shaped his boyish face, hazel eyes glancing around the table. Prim and proper, his uniform was fully assembled and clean. "Her name is Qiao Da. At least, if you were speaking about the darker haired one. Her sister is Qiao Xiao. Both of them are juniors. I have Da in my piano class.

"She and her sister were homeschooled, lived to the west. When their dad was transferred here, they came here. They have most of their credits and are just kind of taking electives."

"You know a lot about them, Xun. When'd they show?" Ning asked, leaning on the table with his elbow.

"About three days ago she entered my piano class. She sits next to me, so we talk." Xun shrugged. Ning and Xun continued to talk, Tong entering and starting an argument with a sarcastic remark. Ce grinned before glancing over to his best friend. Yu, however, was glancing back at the two sisters, leaning on his hand. Ce grinned, glancing back at the two girls as well. He had been so busy as of late preparing his prank he hadn't noticed any new kids, and probably had failed three tests. Of course, if he remembered correctly there was one in his photography class, as well as his chemistry and gym. Grin growing, he turned back to watch Tong and Ning get in each others face, nose to nose. Ci, sitting to Ning's left, kicked the chair.

The three boys went down, Ning landing on Tong who had hit Xun's chair. The three were sprawled out in a tangle of limbs and chair legs. The table broke out laughing, Ce and Yu giving Ci a high fist bump before looking down to Xun. The cafeteria glanced at the rowdy table before continuing their lunches.

Alarm

He awoke to a light peeking through the closed curtains. He quietly stretched, not wanting to wake the woman lying on his chest so comfortably. Giving a sigh of contentment, he brought the hand that had held her waist to run his fingers through her dark chocolate hair. He had always loved her long hair, and had been so glad that she hadn't ever cut it.

She repositioned herself in her sleep, throwing a leg over him and arm wrapping around his neck. He resisted the need to chuckle. She was always so demure and lady liked, it had been surprising how demanding she truly was. He turned his head to kiss her temple, catching the green light of their clock. He had thirty minutes before the alarm went off.

Scowling, he glanced back down at his wife. With luck, he'd be able to reach the root of all evils. He carefully removed her arm from his neck. She mumbled something, and he soothingly rubbed her back until she fell back to quiet slumber. He then scooted over to the side of the bed, quietly cursing their tangled sheets. Finally within reach, he yanked the cord from the wall and watched with great satisfaction as the green light died.

Of course, now he was on her side of the bed. The alarm had always been on her side, because she never chucked it at the wall. And her side was cold. But he couldn't bring himself to be upset at the discomfort. If it all went according to plan, he'd have an extra day to love his wife. Two days of heaven weren't enough, in his opinion. Call him selfish, but it didn't change a thing. All he had to do was convince his ever responsible wife to stay in bed when she finally awoke. He wasn't going to rush it however, and preoccupied the time with running his hands through her hair.

Her internal alarm went off within an hour. She blinked sleepily, her dark coffee eyes staring at the wall with an uncomprehending expression before she gave a small yawn. He watched as she stretched, resembling a cat, and giving him a lovely view. She groaned and sat back, straddling him. She flipped her hair out of her face and mumbled a good morning to him in the language of 'Monday morning drowsiness'.

"Morning love," he said, hands going behind his head. One of her eyebrows went under her bangs, and she glanced over at the clock. Probably to see what time it was to try and figure out when he had awoken. Seeing the empty screen of the electric clock her doe like eyes widened.

"What'd you do to the clock? That was an expensive one Ce!" She was considerably sober as she turned back to him.

"It's only unplugged! I didn't break it or anything!" He held his hands up.

"What time is it? It's Monday! I have to get to work!"

"No you don't."

"We're getting a new shipment of books today and the kids are coming in to read! I've got-"

"You've got an assistant; she can look over the books. And the kids ain't stupid. They got eyes." Ce rubbed a circle on her hip with his thumb, the other hand behind his head again.

"And what about you! Yu will kill you for not going in! You are important! They depend on you at the fire station!" she chastised, swatting his thumb away with an adorable frown. Their eyes locked in glares. They continued the stare down for moments before she huffed and got up. He frowned, watching as she stumbled around the room and found her nightgown.

She didn't look back as she walked out the room. He lay in bed, pouting. Turning he head, he glared at the alarm clock for no other reason than he needed to direct his anger somewhere. When it did nothing that would deserve a worthy throw, he glanced back at the door. With a long, dreaded sigh, he sat up and gave numerous stretches before grabbing the sheets. Mondays sucked, he decided as he threw the covers to the side. Standing, he spotted his boxers. Pulling them on he was turning to his closet when he spotted his wife in the door way.

She leaned against the frame, a piece of cake that she had baked Friday in her hand. "Da?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She swallowed a bite. "You obviously hadn't called it to tell either of our works that we weren't going to be in. If I'm going to be playing hooky, I at least have to be responsible about it. Yu says he hates you." The grin that spread across his face made it all worth the hassle she'd have to go through tomorrow, she decided. He walked over to her, towering over her. He tore off a piece of the cake and took a bite before giving her a kiss.

Movie

Ce walked, arm wrapped around Da. His thumb hooked in the back pocket of her jeans, she leaned slightly into him. They followed the crowd out of the movie theaters, both content with each others presence alone. He gently asked her if she wanted an ice cream when they passed the small ice cream shop, to which she declined. She had filled up on the Dots. They made their way through the parking lot, Ce occasionally looking over his shoulder to glare at some boys with lingering eyes.

Da didn't notice, or at least pretended not to. He was such a possessive man; she had learned to just ignore it all. And to also be glad she had never been the overly flirting type of girl. He unlocked his truck, and being the gentleman his traditional father had raised him to be opened the door for her. It had surprised her to find out that he was such a gent. And neat. His truck was rarely ever a mess.

He helped her up, and when she was situated she pulled out her phone. Ce slid into the seat, and turned the truck on. Instead of pulling out he started to play with the radio. He glanced down at her, raising an eyebrow, when she quickly reached for his phone in his pocket and slid it open. She had never talked on the phone, even to him. Thus she didn't have a lot of texting, nor the internet. Not that he enjoyed talking on the phone; it was just an easy way to get through classes without falling asleep. He had been told he sometimes spoke in his sleep and would rather not go through that.

She continued to ignore him, quickly pushing buttons on his phone. Fed up with waiting, he spoke. "Da?"

"Oh, yes?" she said, glancing up at him with wide eyes.

"What are you doing?" Surprisingly, at his question she blushed. She pushed some more buttons before looking back at him.

"Xiao is going to want a review of the movie," she mumbled. Ce urged her on with a look, enjoying her cute blush. "I don't remember a lot of it." She couldn't meet his eyes. But she didn't need to. She already knew he would have an expression on his face that was only capable by a man. She didn't need to look up from his phone, reading a review somebody had put online about the movie, to know that the smile on his face would only make her blush deepen.

Floor

Yu opened the door to his apartment with tired grace. He had been forced to work the night shift when Ning didn't show up and Xun went home sick. Locking the door he pulled his hair out of its customary ponytail and pulled off his jacket. Groaning he walked to the living room and towards his room, not too worried about waking up Ce. As he went to toss his jacket on the couch he tripped. He landed with a thud, face first in the carpet.

"Get off," was the harsh whisper beneath him. Pushing himself into a sitting position Yu looked down at Ce, who lay on the floor with pillows and a blanket. Ce sat up, ran his hand through his shaggy hair, and yawned before looking to Yu.

"What are you doing?"

"Waking up."

"Why are you on the floor?" he said with a roll of his eyes.

"Because the beds and couch are taken. And if anybody busts in they'll do exactly what you did."

"What?"

"Da and Xiao have our beds and Shang Xaing claimed the couch 'cause I had to be a gentleman."

"What?" Yu repeated.

"Shang Xaing, if you don't remember, is visiting from Huang Zong. Da and Xiao were over studying, like we had planned, even though you were a no-show. They ended up staying late and just took the beds. I had to be a gentleman, so you can too. Take one of these pillows, find a blanket, and pick a spot of carpet."

"I just worked my shift and the night shift, and I got a test-"

"So, complain to Shang Xaing or Xiao. Complain to those two, and don't even think of trying to crawl into my bed. I personally find the floor not too bad. It's like camping. Besides, Da promised to make breakfast. It'll be our first decent breakfast this year," Ce said with a half awake smile. He then gave a shrug and a grunt before falling back onto the pillows. He then abruptly sat back up, grabbed his blanket, and then lay back down. Yu stayed where he sat for a moment, glaring whole heartedly at Ce, but when all Ce did was situate the sheet, he sighed and stood.

Picking up his jacket and pulling off his shirt he walked to his bedroom. Tossing them in and kicking off his shoes he glanced at his bed. Xiao lay in the bed on her stomach giving off quiet snores. He idly thought about just sleeping in his bed, not even waking the girl he obviously liked. But he was already sure Ce had tried to get in his bed with Da as well, as Ce was trying to woo the older Qiao as he was the younger. Shutting the door he walked to the hallway closet and pulled out a blanket. He then harshly took two of Ce's three pillows, to which Ce let him have with no fight, and found a spot on the floor. He lay down with quiet complaints, missing Shang Xiang's smile.

Back Alley

Da hated her sister's condo. Or, not the condo, but the layout of the place. The condo was actually very nice for what her sister paid for it. But, to throw out the trash, she had to walk out the back door, down the little dirt driveway, and into an alley to the dumpster. Both Da and Xiao silently agreed it was a horribly bad idea to throw the trash out at night.

So, under normal circumstances, Da wouldn't have been carrying the bag at arms length down the dirt path in her mismatched PJs at eleven at night. She also wouldn't be cursing Xiao's old dog, a boxer named Marauder. He had been given to Xiao when their old neighbor, Zou Ci from back when they lived with their parents, was moving and couldn't have a dog. Marauder had only been a year old then. Now the Boxer was a nuisance, at least in Da's point of view.

Marauder had carried in a dead cat, proud as could be. Da had yelped and jumped up on the counter, already reaching for the phone. Xiao was at work still, and had merely laughed at Da, saying he usually buried them. All she needed to do was put it in a bag and hang it on the fence. They'd throw it away tomorrow. Da couldn't do that though. She felt bad leaving the poor, dead, cat on the fence. So she told herself how stupid she was for being scared of the alley and almost caught Marauder's nose when she slammed the gate around the backyard shut.

She did however stop to look in the alley, to see if she could see anybody. Which was stupid. If somebody was in the back alley waiting to ambush people they wouldn't be easily seen. But she checked anyway. Still holding the plastic bag at arms length, she marched into the alley way with enough speed to do it quickly, but not enough to look crazy about it. Slamming the dumpster lid shut, and then remembering it was night and she shouldn't be slamming things, she cringed. Glancing around, she stepped back away from the dumpster and turned to leave.

But somebody stood in front of the alley. Her heart sped up. The man, she thought it was a man, slowly walked in. As he got closer, she saw he had a large black trash bag. Giving him a lot of room, she tried to see if she could dash around him. "Marauder get another cat?" a deep voice that made Da shiver had her freezing.

"Excuse me?"

"You're not Xiao." The man stopped, probably surprised. "Sorry. You just kind of look like her. At least in the dark. My bad."

"You know Xiao?"

"She's my neighbor. And I couldn't ask for a better one. Marauder keeps the dang cats away. They were everywhere before she came with that awesome dog of hers'." He grinned down at her. "You move in around here?"

"I'm staying with my sister for a bit."

"Oh? Well, then maybe I'll see you around. G'night." He dropped the bag in and walked out of the alley with a very lazy looking walk. Da watched after him for a moment, still running his voice through her head, before she heard Marauder's barking go off and a cat's hiss. A man laughed, yelling out "Good dog!" and Da broke into a run. Marauder was not bringing in another cat.

Hot

Da sat on the old swing, kicking at the ground to keep her swaying in the air. The giant tree provided shade, keeping her somewhat cooler. Her hair had been French braided earlier, but the smaller hairs surely were sticking out, and she officially hated her bras again. She had always loved the warm weather, but when it finally became hot she all but died.

She wasn't somebody who sweated, she just became damp enough that tight clingy clothes, like bras, became disgusting enough that she hated wearing them. Her tank top was too clingy as well, and her little shorts were as close to indecent as she ever wanted to get, but the weather was too hot to wear anything else.

Making another list of why she hated the heat, Da leaned back on the swing to gain speed. Hopefully the speed would create some type of breeze to her and cool her down. She was on reason number thirty-six, all the bugs come out, and making thirty-seven, all the evil poisonous reptiles come out to eat the bugs, when she spotted her long time boyfriend walking down the hill to her.

Her list was forgotten. He was one of the guys who enjoyed the sports, and the working out, and had the body because of it. So when he came walking down the hill in the thin white wife beater and the baggy jeans, she couldn't help but marvel at how good all the exercise did. She did, however, remember not to ogle or drool. No, Ce already had a large ego. Da tried to make it a point not to add. At least, not as often as she would have liked to.

Ce grabbed the ropes that held up the swing, leaning over her with the usual happy go lucky grin on his face, and Da decided that the heat couldn't be that bad, not when her boyfriend looked that good.

Friend

Da rushed down the street, her heels making clicking noises against the concrete. People glared after her, but she didn't have the time to be polite. She made it to the cross walk, and whined mentally to the 'Don't Walk' sign. Biting her bottom lip, she tapped her foot. When if finally turned she rushed past the other people to get across.

She couldn't believe that she was doing this. Honestly, she had better things to do then rush over drop off some message for Shang Xiang. Yes, she did adore her new found friend, and Da loved helping people, but running from the coffee shop she was working at during her lunch to the flower shop a block down was not something she was enjoying.

Glancing down at her hand where she wrote out the message, she dodged a person. The flower shop was a very homey looking place, being somewhat open and the flowers sorted in an eye catching way. Da herself had never paid it much mind, not having the money to spend on flowers. She hardly ever had money to spend, making life outside college and work nonexistent.

Taking deep breaths, she came to a stop in front of the little shop. Hand on her chest she tried to catch her breath. Slowly she walked in, taking time to look over the flowers. All the flowers looked lovely, not one withering in any form. She pushed some hair behind her ear as she lightly touched the petals of a lily.

"Do you need some help?"a voice said, making her jump. Turning, Da looked at a young man. He had shaggy golden brown hair, cinnamon eyes watching her intently. He had strong features, a solid jaw and muscular arms, the goatee only adding to his masculinity, making the fact that he sat next to a bin holding a bunch of bell lilies in a large white apron all the more comical.

He seemed to read her thoughts and sighed. "I was wondering, do you know where Sun Ce is? I have a message for him," she said, taking a few steps his way.

"That's me." He put the lilies in the bin, skillfully fanning the stems out so the lilies fell in a pleasing manner before standing and drying his hands on the apron. "What'cha got?"

Da stared up at him, not expecting him to be as tall as he was. "Um, Shang Xiang wanted me to tell you that Quan's appointment was changed, so she wasn't going to be in." Da looked up from her hand, feeling a little self conscience under his gaze.

"Darn it! She's going to make me stay here all day." He ran his hand through his hair with a sigh, closing his eyes. Da clasped her hands behind her back, again biting her bottom lip. "In any case, thanks."

"It wasn't a problem. I work down the street, so it wasn't that out of the way, and I know Shang Xiang would have gone if the positions were switched." Da smiled up at him, not quite sure why she said that.

"Down the- You must be Da then. Pleasure to meet you."

Torn

She slowly walked down the hall, eyes downcast. Ever since Ce had come home from the battle, wounded by the arrows, everything had been horribly gloomy. Everybody tried to play it off; everybody went around saying that he was going to pull through. That Ce was strong, and that Ce was going to make it. But deep down, she knew the smiles were fake and that she was not the only one to cry at night.

She came upon Ce's door, and she could make out the doctor in there. She stepped back, and she waited. Nobody came down the hall as she stood there, hands clasped in front of her, head bowed. The halls had seemed so empty and sad since Ce had been brought back. She glanced up when the doctor stepped out, shutting the door behind him. "Lady Da," the doctor said with a bow of his head.

She responded in kind, and was somewhat shocked when the doctor pulled her to the side. "What is it? Will my lord be alright?"

"I am surprised, my lady, that he has made it this long. You are smart, I'm sure you realize that each movement is painful. A few arrows landed near his spine, which is apart of all movement." The doctor glanced out the window before turning to her. "He lives on for you." With that, the doctor took his medicine bag and left with a small bow. Da stood in the spot, watching the doctor leave, tears already forming.

She waited outside Ce's door, staring down the hall, as the tears fell. She couldn't walk into his room already crying. No, she would prove she was strong. So she waited until she was able to stop the tears, she waited until her breathing was normal, and all the tears were soaked into the sleeve of her shirt, before she opened Ce's door and took the small steps in. He lay in his bed, eyes closed, and taking deep breaths. She knew he was in pain, just by the doctor having to treat him, she knew he had to be in pain.

He slowly opened his eyes, and he gave her the biggest smile he could. Da smiled back, taking hold of his hand. Ce wanted to say something, it was easy to see. But Da shook her head, still giving him the happiest smile she could. He tightened his grip on her hand, taking a deeper breath. Da proved herself, stopping the tears. Hardening her resolve, she crawled into the bed.

Ce was of course confused, watching her with tired walnut eyes. Da lay next to her husband, smiling still, and reached over. She gently moved some of his hair out of his face and kissed his temple. "It's alright Ce," she said, so quiet she wasn't sure he heard. "It's alright love. You can let go. I'm here, and it will all be okay. I'll watch over and protect our daughter. I'll stay strong and help her to become a woman. I'll take care of everything, and I will follow when everything is well and good. Go ahead, you can let go," she said it just as quietly, but the way his eyes clouded over, Da didn't have to guess that he heard.

His grip on her hand didn't loosen, and he tried to pull her closer. Da obliged, situating herself next to him. She gave him another kiss, and then laid her head upon his pillow. His walnut eyes closed, and his breathing was a little uneven. But Da kept her eyes closed, and didn't move. She couldn't stop the tears, or the shaky breaths, and so she clung to Ce and lived that night in her memories.

Cheat

Ce stared at the TV. He was currently playing on Ning's game, and he planned to beat his record. Ning himself was taking a shower, probably not knowing they were using his apartment since Ning was never awake in the morning. Which was one of the reasons that Ce and Yu decided to come over. Ning had a way of seemingly never having any work to do, yet had the best stereo system, game stations, a nice car, and usually a half full fridge. Ce glanced from the racing game to Xiao who was in the kitchen talking to Yu.

Xiao and her sister had caught his and Yu's attention when they had gone to discuss some happenings with their father, Qiao Xuan. The boys had again jumped at the chance to stay in the area. The two were somewhat local underground celebrities, and news had reached Cao in the upper town that Ce and Yu were taking interest and he was getting forceful. Xuan had asked Wu to watch the girls, swearing loyalty to Ce's father, Jian.

So, now the girls were stuck with them, not that Ce minded, until Cao realized he wasn't penetrating their territory without more power. Wu wasn't too big yet, but they were powerful enough to keep Cao out for now. Though, Cao was gaining power quick. Ce glanced from the screen to Da, and his mind froze for a moment. She was stretching, her flannel shirt lying on the table. Her hands held each other, and were raised to the ceiling. Her back was arched, and her head fell back as she gave a small moan.

Ce stared for a moment, mouth going dry. He gave a long blink as she sighed, lowering her arms and falling back into the chair. "Ce! The game!" Xiao, walking in from the kitchen, stealing a soda from Ning's ice box, screeched. Ce quickly looked back to the screen just in time to see his car crash and explode. He was in fifth place.

"Looks like he didn't beat Ning's record, Xiao. You owe me pizza," Da said with a victorious smile.

"You cheated! I saw!"

Da met Ce's gaze, giving him a smile. "Did not," she said, not looking away. "I only stretched." She gave him a wink, blushing slightly, as she turned to look at Xiao, who stomped her foot and pouted. Ce grinned, deciding that revenge was most definitely going to be sweet. Yu laughed at all three, almost falling out of the stool he sat on.

"What the hell are you doing here?' Ning asked from the hall, a towel on his head. He was shirtless, with only his necklaces on, his pants unbuttoned and barely staying on, broadcasting his red boxers. Da and Xiao blush and look away.

"Thought we'd drop by and pay ya a visit. Thought you might be getting lonely," Ce said with a laugh.

"Did you touch my food?"

"No."

"My beer?"

"No."

"Then whatever." Ning walked passed them all to his refrigerator.

Disgust

She sat, looking at the thing before her. Concoction? Monstrosity? Disgusting lump of goo? Swallowing, she glanced around the table. Everybody stared back, grinning like fools. Somehow or another, she had been put into a situation to where she had to eat the schools food. Everybody at the table had flung their food together making something that looked like it had been pulled out of the drain. Using her straw, her fork long having disappeared, she poked the mountain of grossness.

"C'mon Da, eat it!" Tong urged, face twisted into a sinister smile. "C'mon!" That reminded her of why she was going to take a bite of the thing. If she did, Ning had to chug a whole liter of soda. That still didn't make the mountain look appetizing.

"We were nice enough not to put milk in it," Yu said. She glared at him. The milk was the worst, so she should have been grateful. Almost anything without the milk mixed in was downable. Xun, maybe trying to be helpful, gave her a spork to use.

"You don't gotta," Ning said, looking as unhappy as she was. Gagging, she lifted the full spork and had sniffed it. The table cheered. In her mouth, it crunched. It stuck to her tongue, and it crunched. She had nothing to compare the taste to, except that she could imagine Shang Xiang's cooking to taste similar. Everybody watched, leaning forward to see. Swallowing, and gagging she choked a little. Ce, sitting to her left, rubbed her back as she coughed.

Feeling ready to puke, she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, proving she had swallowed. Xun beside her gagged, Ting cheered, Ning groaned, and Ce continued to rub her back. She had to take two more bites. As she readied her second one, Ci handed Ning the liter grinning like a fool. As he started drinking it, the table started placing bets on who would puke first. Da wondered why she and Xiao, who was betting on Ning to puke first, sat at the table as she downed her second bite. Showing everybody, she went for the third.

Sticking her tongue out, Ning had half downed the liter. Da gave a long groan, Xun moving to another seat. Ce however, continued to rub her back and gently guided her head to rest on his shoulder. She would have been grateful, if he hadn't of had the largest grin at that table and had betted that she would throw up first.

Ha, longest I've ever posted. I think. In anycase, All Characters Belong to Koei. Yadda Yadda and what-not. Let me know which one's you like, and which ones you don't.

Sorry guys. JeeJayMay pointed out that they didn't all match up. I should have stated this. They aren't all from the same timeline, I guess you'd say. They are a lot of shorts that I just kind of wrote out. Sorry for any confusion.