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Question: HEY, HEY, HEY EVERYBODY. I HAVE A NEW STORY OUT- VIOLET HILL: A PMD3 STORY. IT IS A DARKER RETELLING OF THE PMD3 STORYLINE. I WOULD LOVE YOU IF YOU CHECKED IT OUT.

My Answer: Please?

Characters: Olihmajor, you bitch, why didn't you tell me it was your birthday sooner? ; ) YOU GAVE ME NO TIME TO PREPARE THIS.

Summary: HAPPY BIRTHDAY OLIH.

She Had To Sigh

"You really didn't have to organize a party for me," said Olihmajor. Then she had to sigh, because it was clear Odile wasn't listening.

"Sorry," the shorter girl replied, inserting a CD that contained all of Olih's favourite songs into the radio. "I can't hear you over the sound how awesome I am."

Olihmajor shook her head and leaned against the streamer-covered wall, watching as her dark-haired friend finished with the radio and bopped happily around the room, adjusting ornaments as she went. "Who'd you invite, anyway?"

At this Odile's mouth twisted into a smirk. "Reviewers," she purred. "Friends. Maybe even a bishie or twenty."

Olih fought a grin. "I saw that coming."

"Good, because there's no time for you to go into shock- everyone's going to be here in ten minutes."

"What?"

Odile laughed, tossing an outfit at the other girl. "Go make yourself beautiful. And don't bother putting on lipgloss; it'll all come off anyway."

Olihmajor caught the clothing, but she had to sigh: despite how she protested, the only reaction she received was Odile blowing her a kiss and shooing her away.

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Hours later, after cake had been consumed and presents had been opened, Odile ushered all the partygoers into the living room and forced them to form a circle. Everyone sat, chatting as the lights were dimmed. All except Olih, who had to sigh when she spotted Odile's mischevious expression.

"It's time for games," Odile caroled, placing her empty vodka bottle in the center. "And Spin the Bottle is starting us off!"

There was a mixture of groans and cheers from the group, and Olih felt her face heat. It was bad enough that Odile had invited her two crushes, Zero and Steven, but to do this…

"The birthday girl's going first!" she announced, eliciting hoots and cat calls.

Olihmajor's cheeks felt hot enough to melt off, and she resisted the urge to facepalm. Still, she endured the giggles and stares as she reached over and spun the bottle with a flick of her wrist.

Watching with baited breath, she waited as the bottle slowed. But then, just as it was about to stop on one of the reviewers, Odile's foot flashed out to start it spinning again.

"Whoops," said Odile, her eyes widening in exaggerated apology. "Sorry. My leg just had a seizure."

Everyone stared at her. Someone muttered 'Bullshit', and another chuckled.

Olih eyed her suspiciously, but tore her eyes away in time to see the bottle stop its rotation. Following the direction it faced, she peered into the gloom, her heart racing.

And found herself staring into the amber eye of Zero.

Feeling sweat began to bead her palms, Olih threw a desperate glance at Odile, which the other girl simply smiled at. "Zero, why don't you give the birthday girl a kiss?"

Zero's expression remained impassive, and Olih felt a quick pang of disappointment shoot through her. "It is bad enough that you blackmailed me into coming here; all these wasteful decorations, these tactless games-"

"Kiss her or I will cut you," Odile said pleasantly, still smiling.

His eye narrowed, but, after a moment's hesitation, he lifted himself off the floor to walk across the room to Olihmajor. His white hair bounced with each step, shining dully in the bad lighting as he stopped to bend over her.

Blood roared in Olih's ears as his face neared hers, all too away that everyone was staring at them. Still, she couldn't look away- she could only watch as he became close enough for her to see his other eye, the one that his hair usually covered. Then she felt his breath on her face, his lips touched hers.

It only lasted a moment, but the soft pressure of his mouth on hers sent tingles sweeping down her spine. Feeling warmth spill over her cheeks, she saw that his face was red as well, and that he held her gaze as he made his way back to his seat.

It was wonderful.

But despite that she had to sigh, because Odile suggested that she spin again, all the while with her devious eyes twinkling in Steven's direction.