I know not how this is something we can get in trouble for, since the whole fricking site is a copywrite issue, but I do not own the song or its lyrics. (Regret Message by Rin Kagamine. Dub by someone else whom I can't remember.) So there. *raspberry*
Prompt: Love story.
"Okay, so if French is the language of love, what's love?"
Pip nearly choked on his inhale of nicotine as he coughed a few times, then blearily looked at the Police Girl, her arms folded firmly and an aggressive tilt to her body.
"Love is not something one just discusses!" he barked defensively, and there was a chuckle from the men around him.
"Translation: Love is a good lay."
"Love is anywhere with a bed and a bottle."
"Love is an unattainable fantasy that poets came up with to satisfy Shakespeare audiences."
"Good lay."
"Love is a good gun."
Pip rolled his eyes as they put in one comment after another, all of them incorrect.
"Listen Seras, love is something that everyone finds differently. French people are just better at it than everyone else."
She giggled a little, and he grinned and leaned closer to her.
"Of course, we have many ways of discovering it-"
She squealed as he whispered something in French and slapped him, sending him into one of the vans with a thud.
"PERVERT!"
Prompt: Breakup song
Seras sniffled as she buried her face in the soft pillow in her coffin-bed.
"You who granted me my every single wish, are no longer here with me…"
She choked on her sobs and wailed into the pillow, covering it in her bloody tears.
"On this blue sea, will all my feelings arrive to where you are?"
Gone.
Gone.
Gone.
The word echoed like the hollow boom of a slammed door in her heart.
Dead.
Dead.
Dead.
"Flow along, little wish, and please don't take too long, to take away my tears and all my regret."
He was gone.
That monster had killed him.
"It was too late by then, to fix my sins, when they'd taken you far from me."
What would happen to him?
What happened to familiars when they died?
Would he go to hell?
"Flow along, glass bottle, and please don't take too long, cuz what I want the most is in that message."
She sobbed harder into the pillow.
He didn't deserve to go to hell!
He was a good man!
A good man!
"And on the other side of this sunset, right there, my wish will disappear."
Had she damned him by drinking his blood?
Would he go to hell because of her?
Was it all her fault?!
Seras lay in her coffin and sobbed.
"Flow along, little wish, and please don't take too long, to take away my tears and all my regret."
Prompt: Soon enough.
"Go away!"
"-I don't know what I've been told, Eskimo-"
"SHUT UP!"
"-tastes good! Real good! Good for you-"
"WHAT WILL IT BLOODY TAKE FOR YOU TO SHUT UP?!"
Pip and his men ground to a halt as the fuming vampiress faced them.
"Well…" Pip purred, his remaining eye lowering suggestively.
Seras turned pink, but continued to scowl and glare at the ragtag mercenary gang.
"A kiss!"
She sweatdropped at the triumphant announcement, turning and stomping down to the basement without a further word.
Pip had been trying nearly 24/7 to get her to kiss him somewhere since that unfortunate incident with the finger-flicking at their first meeting.
And it was starting to get on her nerves.
"Go on and run away mignonette! I'll get a kiss from you someday!"
And my little dog too?
She grinned at the thought, closing the door on her basement room and relaxing in the blessed silence.
Pip as the Wicked Witch of the West was an amusing image.