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I have discovered Seventh Sanctum and am very eager to get started on the prompts given to me. This is just for fun, but who knows? Maybe it will turn into a good one!

Prompts: 

• The story is set during a police investigation. The story takes place in the early evening. The story must have a gladiator at the beginning. The story must involve a bag in it.
• A character pretends to be someone else. A character is antisocial throughout most of the story. During the story, a character loses something.

A/n: It has been a long time since I've started this story, so I might as well finish it. Read part one here.

'I really hate English,' Yuki thought as he came out of the classroom, test paper in hand. He had got an 89 and for him, 89 was a low grade.

'I had 92 in Literature, 95 in Maths, and even higher in the other subjects, but this...' Yuki contemplated, obviously angry, '...this is an embarrassment.'


Yuki shook his head as he tried to get the thought out of his mind and proceeded to the Student Council Room. There, Kimi, Machi and Kakeru were already there.

Kimi greeted, "Ah~! President, good afteroon! Sakuragi-kun is absent today--and we have a lot of work to do! Do you think we can do it?"
Kakeru butted in, "Of course we can! We have Yuki with us!"
"Oh~" Kimi replied, "So, are we going to give all the work to President?"
"Hey!" Kakeru exclaimed. "That sounds like a good idea!"

Yuki muttered, "Irresponsible..."

Machi continued on whatever she was doing and didn't even acknowledge Yuki's presence. But since he was used to it, it was okay.

"Ne, Machi~" Kimi said. "What are you doing?"
Machi said, without lifting her head. "Duties."
"EH~? What kind?" Kimi asked.
"The ones you all are not doing." Machi simply answered.

Everyone sweatdropped and proceeded to their own work. It was hard, but they had to do it. They were Student Council, after all.

While working, Yuki couldn't help but occasionally look in Machi's direction. She was busying herself and ignoring everything else, while Kimi and Kakeru kept talking and fooling around.

"At least they're doing their job." Yuki said.

After an hour and a half, only Yuki and Machi were left. They still had some work to do, Yuki being the President and Machi filling in for Sakuragi.

"President." Machi said.
Yuki looked at Machi, who was facing him. "Hmm?"
"I'm done." She proclaimed. "Would you like me to wait for you?"
"Ah.." Yuki said, thinking. "It's fine with me if you would like to."
"Then I'll wait." Machi said.

Yuki couldn't help but smile. He liked her, after all, so he would obviously be happy that she chose to wait for him rather than leave him by himself. Maybe it's just because it was already late and she didn't want to walk in the hallways--where ghosts were said to reside--by herself.

'Even so,' Yuki thought, 'I'm happy.'


To be Continued.

A/n: This is a Fruits Basket fanfic based on the manga. YukiXMachi


"A capital letter is used to denote a thing of high significance like..."
Yuki Sohma unconsciously grinned and his mind wandered toward a certain brown-haired girl.

Her eyes were a shade darker than Honda's brown ones. Her straight, russet-brown hair that barely reaches her shoulder blades. Her distaste for perfection. Her unique--Realizing what he had just thought, Yuki directed his eyes back to the paper. Why do we need to study this? We don't even have capital letters here in Japan.


The finals was only one week away and Yuki had studied all the subjects, except one: English. To be frank, he never really liked the language, It seemed all so trivial to study these kinds of things when he had no intention of leaving his hometown, whatsoever.

And the fact that Shigure had invited Hatori and Ayame over wasn't helping either.

He sighed. He was never going to finish at this rate.

Mikan Sakura is bored.
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A/n: My first chocolate cosmos fanfic. :D Dedicated to Kairu: (if you ever read this) good luck in your new school! When you become famous, remember me. :)




Dear Sayuki Sakurai,

I'm tired of waiting for you. I have been trying to impress you since the day I met you. Why must you be so stupidly dense?

Are you happy now? Even if it sounds cliched, I'm still going to say it. You broke my heart like the way a careless sister drops a medicine bottle. You must be having fun with your new 'secret' boyfriend. As if it's not obvious. For me, anyway.

I don't even know why I'm writing this. You make me do this. It's your fault. If you have seen me right there beside you, it could have been a better picture. I'd take care of you. I'd make you happy. And we don't even need to make it secret.

But, no, you just had  to fall in love with an idiotic sensei. Is he that great? Not even saying that he's a teacher. How idiotic.

He's a coward, you know that? He doesn't deserve you. You deserve an awesome, handsome man. Like me.  You said you liked me before. Why didn't you tell me? All because of a stupid  eraser. How idiotic. Do you know that if two idiots get together, the world will explode? Or something like that.

So come back to me already.

A/n: It totally sucks. GOMENASAI!! I had this crazy idea of 'getting tired of waiting' with my mom. Don't ask. And I got the stupid metaphor (or was it simile?) about the medicine bottle because my sister dropped one when we were eating dinner. And I thought it was like crushing a heart. I mean, breaking it. I suck. :(

"Mom, where are we going?"
"Don't worry. You're going to be safe. We're going to a special place where pigs can fly and money fall from trees."

Narumi decided to give a weird quiz to Class-B and if they didn't answer honestly, they would fail. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

1. If you saw a puppy chillin' with a cat while drinking acid sugar floating in air, what would you do?

Mikan- I'd coo over the puppy~ Puppies are so cute~ I wish I could have one. I never knew puppies would be so expensive. I went to buy one, but I don't have much money. Oh, and on that day, a pack of werewolves appeared and ate a dancing zombie! Luckily the sidekicks of the dancing zombie ran away and got help from Dr. Zomboss who threw a bus at them. And they lived raflargblrblr-ly every after... What were we talking about again?

Hotaru- I'd blast them back to reality.

Ruka- I'd make the puppy mine. ^_^ And probably give it to Mikan who likes puppies.

Natsume- I keep the cat.

Koko- Why does everyone except Natsume ignore the cat?  *reads everyone's answers*

2. What would you do if you found the one you love hugging your waist when you woke up?

Mikan- What's love?

Hotaru- I'd hit him.

Ruka- I'd gasp. And probably hug her back ^_^

Natsume- Ignore her and go back to sleep.

Koko- Wahahaa! I love Hotaru's reaction. Me? I'd wake her up and say "Good morning."

3. How would you want the one you love to do when he finds out that you're stalked.

Mikan- WHAT'S LOVE???

Hotaru- ... I'd want him to kill the stupid stalker. A.k. a. Hayate.

Ruka- I'd want her to hit the stalker.

Natsume- I already have lots of stalkers and she can't do anything.

Koko- She'd bite them :)))

4. Your conscience tells you to confess what do you do?

Mikan- Wah! I NEVER DID ANYTHING WRONG!! I HAVE NOTHING TO CONFESS ABOUT!!

Hotaru- Hit my annoying meddler of a conscience.

Ruka- I confess.

Natsume- I choke the conscience. Oh wait. I have the fire alice. I'll burn him.

Koko- I have a conscience?

5. What would happen in the future of your dreams?

Mikan- I'd be living a wonderful life in the land of Howalons. And a howalon-person will feed me. I'm getting hungry already.

Hotaru: I'd be rich, of course. And would have...him as my husband.

Ruka- I'd be the president of Greenpeace and have the girl of my dreams.

Natsume- Polka's mine.

Koko- Everyone thinks embarassing thoughts :))))



TEST RESULTS (DUE TO KOKO)

1. IMAI HOTARU

2. NOGI RUKA

3. HYUUGA NATSUME

SAKURA MIKAN--FAIL.

This is Sakura Keiko with another one of her before-bed ideas :) I got this before I fell asleep last night. I like the stories I make before bed, but sometimes I just forget them. :( TODAY IS A LUCK DAY! ^_^ Ruka's POV! Ruka's POV! I'm HYPER today!!!! HYPER HYPER HYPER HYPER~

"Good morning, class!" Narumi-sensei greeted, "I have a surprise for you all! I know you're going to love it!"

Groans from the class were heard. I smiled. Everyone knew that if Narumi-sensei says 'you're going to love it', it must be some kind of project where he pairs up some of us. I didn't mind. I have more things to complain about. Things that can be changed.

Like the fact that Mikan and Natsume have been dating.

Honestly, I was the one who encouraged them. I don't really understand why, but I feel alone. Again. I cried last night and I'm willing to admit it if someone accused me. It's probably very obvious when I entered the room this morning. Everyone looked at me. Their eyes were full of pity. Well, everyone except Imai-san. She wouldn't care. Natsume looked at me too. But it was more of "I'm sorry" than "I pity you" which is good. Because I don't enjoy being pitied. I smiled back at him, assuring him that I was okay.

But I wasn't.

And he nodded and went back to talking-slash-insulting his girlfriend. Girlfriend. I have to admit, the fight for Mikan was a tough one for us. We've never fallen in love with the same girl before. I tried my best, but I guess Natsume will always be better than me whatever I do. He'll always be of higher rank. I respect that. I won't complain as to why he won. I won't bring anymore troubles. I will move on.

Someday.

I sighed and focused my attention to Narumi-sensei who was currently explaining something.

"We're going to have a camping trip for one week starting from Sunday!" he announced, "But only ten students will be allowed! Plus, we only have five sleeping bags. You will have to share. I will put one person in charge of picking them and that person is... Yuu! Now bye bye everyone!"

Fast Forward--Sunday
I was moping in front of my--and Imai-san's--tent. Yuu has been so kind coughsarcasmcough to pair me up with her. I sighed. At least she won't meddle with my feelings. At least that was what I thought.

"Your pictures will not sell if you're putting on an ugly face, Nogi." I looked up and there she was, the Ice Queen, staring at me.

"Go away, Imai. I'm not in the mood."

"You're jealous." She stated, sitting down beside me.

"What if I am?" I shot back.

"Hm." Imai-san said.

"I'm stupid." I said, "I can't do anything right."

"Uh-huh." Imai-san said, tinkering with another one of her inventions.

"You're not helping." I said.

"Who said I was?" She shot back.

I sighed.

"You're not as useless as you think." I stared at the girl beside me to check if she really was Imai-san. Or real.

"What?" I asked.

She smirked, "If I make a list of what you're good at, will you stop making those ugly faces?"

"Yes." I said, daring her.

She went back to the tent and after a few minutes, went out with a notebook and a purple ballpen. She began scribbling down and when I tried to take a peek, she would move causing my head to fall into the ground. I am not doing that again.

After an hour, she was still scribbling. I'm beginning to doubt her now. Maybe she was just drawing things to prove her point and for her to take more pictures of not-ugly me. Or maybe she's scribbling down a plan to... uhm... make her... more rich? Okay fine. That last reason is illogical. But it could happen.

After thirty minutes...

I'm dying to know what she's writing down. She must have used half of her 100 paged crosswise notebook. 50 pages. She writes fast. Maybe she's putting one letter each page. Or one word each page. That seems logical.

After one more hour...

"Imai!! What's taking so long??" I knew I was whining, but I have been waiting for almost two hours! She smirked and didn't bother to answer.

I sighed and looked toward the sky. The supposed-to-be fun camping trip is so boring. We weren't allowed to bring any technology, but I bet Imai-san has lots of it. She never leaves without one or more of her inventions with her. I think it helps her keep safe. No one would like it if Imai-san was kidnapped or hurt...

Now that I think about it, she never seems to be in trouble. How does she do that? I started to wonder...

"Hey, everyone! Let's go to that hill!" Koko suggested, to everyone who was obviously bored.

Everyone agreed and Imai-san put her notebook and ballpen in her pockets. We both went inside the tent and got our things.

"I already have fifty." She announced, emotionlessly.

"Woah! Fifty?" I asked, "Until what number are you aiming for?"

She smirked and looked at me, "You don't need to know."

We went up a hill and explored a little bit. Of course, Narumi-sensei was with us, but he seemed to be in his own little world while walking. Imai-san was quiet the whole trip and would scribble down whatever she was writing down earlier. I highly doubt it was the good points about me.

Later that night...
After dinner, Imai-san quickly went back to the front of the tent, wrapped herself in her sleeping bag, and started writing again.

"Imai-san, let me look! I want to have proof that those really are the good things about me!" I said.

She looked at me and said, "One page."

She showed me one page of the notebook and it listed eight.

He doesn't mind getting dirty.
He is open-minded.
He knows how to make the best of a bad day.
He is sensitive.
He can bring up a conversation.
He is not emotionless.
He is thoughtful.
He is caring to people close to him. (according to a poll, this was the thing most women find in a guy)

It was cold at night and I just lied down beside Imai-san, watching her write, wondering what she is writing. I still couldn't let go a little of my doubt though. She wrote fast, as if she was afraid that her ideas would leave her once she rests. Imai-san would make a good author. People say good authors always have new ideas and could write and write and write. Also, authors are very impatient. Check.

"Imai-san, I'm cold." I unconsciously said.

She stared at me with her beautiful amethyst eyes and--wait did I say beautiful? Oh my goodness, what is happening to me?

She was still staring while I panicked in my mind--then along all those panic, I found myself getting to a nice idea.

"Can we share your sleeping bag? I bet it's warm there." I said. MWAHAHAH! This is genius. I'd be able to see what she writes and get to share a sleeping bag with her...Wait. Why would I want to share a sleeping bag with her? It looked big enough for two people anyway.

She stared at me more, like I was an alien of some sort. Then her face looked like she was just the victim of a joke.

"I'm not kidding, Imai-san."

My teeth were chattering already and I bet she saw that. I tried my best to keep warm, wrapping myself in--

"Fine." My head shot up and I saw Imai Hotaru standing up. Everyone was already asleep.

I went inside her sleeping bag, but I didn't get a chance to see what she wrote. SHe made sure to hide it from me. Not fair! Hey, it's pretty...warm here.

After a few minutes, I fell asleep.

The Next Morning 5 a.m.

I woke up. I didn't know why I was so early. Perhaps I got used to waking up early? Anyway, the notebook was on the floor, Imai-san sleeping below it. It looks like she got tired and slept while in the middle of writing.

I quickly picked up the notebook and I saw the last number.

100. He is loved by an amazing woman.

What? Really? Who? My eyes wandered to the sleeping girl beside me and it clicked.

She wan't Imai-san to me anymore. She was Hotaru, a beautiful firefly. I hugged her and read the rest of the list. I never realized how observant she was of me. All of them were true. Some were even funny. Like:   He doesn’t like Justin Bieber (Justin Bieber sucks) It made me smile. I never realized how special I was to her. And I want her to feel the same way.She woke up a few minutes later and she stared at me, confusion evident in her eyes. I just smiled and pulle her closer. I nuzzled my face into her hair a felt her relaxing. Her hair smells like the iris. I have smelt it several times and found it very interesting. I found a blue one too. It looked beautiful and mysterious. I heard a blue iris was rare and there it was, in the Northern Forest. I visited it once in a while and sometimes, would tell my animal friends to take care of them.
But that's not the point right now. I confessed. I told her how much I loved her and how sorry I was that I just realized this now. I told her how special she was to me and how I promise to take care of her always. I told her I--

"Stop talking." She ordered.

"Yes, ma'am." I obliged. Do you know how scary Hotaru looked when she's annoyed? It is not a good sight. And I have the special privelege to see it everyday because Sakura keeps hugging her. Oh wait. The fact that she didn't push me away or shoot me with her BAKA gun is proof that she doesn't mind this.

"You're so noisy."

I smiled. I was satisfied. And I was happy that she was, too.

"I love you, Hotaru."

101. He is blunt.
It's edited already~ I'm already number 89 on the list. ^_^ I'm afraid of repeating things. =.=

(This is Con-chan. Keiko isn't really in a good mood to talk right now, but she's DYING to write this story. It's been in her mind since last night and it's killing me! I'm her conscience, if you didn't know. If I dont post this, I'll turn crazy)

"Imai Hotaru, if you don't become my girlfriend, I am going to spread this picture around!" Nogi Ruka announced, cheeks red, hair messed up, hands holding out a photo that would make millions.

Haha! Blackmailing the blackmailer!! Pure genius! Ruka thought, Plus, I get to have her as my girlfriend. It's like hitting two birds with one stone!!

Imai Hotaru, the genius Ice Queen, possessing the beautiful amethyst eyes that would usually radiate a very threatening aura around her, stared at the photo in her favorite toy's hands. Upon realizing what he meant by his previous announcement, her usually stoic eyes widened. She glared at Ruka and Ruka winked in return, sure to annoy the ice queen.

"Sooo... what do you pick, Imai?" Ruka taunted, "Your reputation or your... reputation?"

He couldn't think of anything else.

"What a stupid question." Hotaru ansered, regaining her composure.

Ruka smirked. He's got her now. She has no way out.

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And that was how my dear friends, Imai Hotaru and Nogi Ruka got together--Wait. It isn't done yet. Let's do this part-- Facebook Style

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Konnichiwa, minna! It's me agaiN~ (obviously. It's MY blog) And I'm here to make another useless drabble~~ I don't really know where it's going, but whatever! Drabbles aren't meant to think about. :) It's an OC fic. Featuring Kairu and Natsuki and me~ :PWe're real people, but hey, it won't hurt...Right?

"Keiko, where are we going?" A fifteen year-old blonde asked her friend, who was currently pulling her to who-knows-where.

Keiko stopped and let go of Natsuki's wrist. "I told you! It's a surprise!"

Natsuki said, panting, "I'm tired! How could you run so fast!?"

Keiko, an attractive girl by the age of fourteen, looked at her watch and said, "No time for questions. We're gonna be late!"

"What?" Natsuki asked, "Late for--WOah!! Stoop! Keiko!"

Two minutes later, an exhausted Natsuki and a beaming Keiko arrived in front of an-obviously-getting-imaptient girl, who was obviously getting imaptient. (A/n: redundant, I know.)

"Ah, is this Natsuki?" Kairu asked. Then she focused on Keiko, "You're late."

Keiko grinned. "Je suis désolé ainsi. C'était la faute de tout le Natsuki. Elle est un coureur si lent."

Kairu raised an eyebrow. "Keiko, I told you to stop speaking in French."

"You cant't tell me what to do." Keiko said, crossing her arms.

"Keiko... I'm going to... collapse..." Natsuki said, her body leaning on air. Keiko looked at her.

"Natsuki, you should really get out more." Keiko commented, "Wanna come with me sometimes to--"

"NO!" Natsuki immediately shouted, "I'm fine. I'm fine. I don't need to work out."

Keiko raised an accusing eyebrow, but shook it off. Then she introduced her two friends.

Natsuki was a girl of art. She loved drawing and sketching. She had at least twenty sketchpads in her house. She even saved up her money to buy a canvas and paint. Her eyes were colored blue and always shone. She had a carefree personality and hated excercising. Her straight yellow hair was tied in a long ponytail and she was wearing a simple green dress under a pink jacket. She also wore sandals without any heels. She was obviously tired, because, as Keiko said, she doesn't get out much. She usually locked herself in her room, drawing.

Kairu was a mature girl. She was already sixteen years old, but was still classmates with Keiko [fourteen]. She was very smart and loved writing fanfics. I think she's also part of the tennis club..? I'm not very sure. Her long hair was down, only with a purple headband. She wore a tartan vest over her Korean-like clothing. She also enjoyed watching Korean shows. Her very colorful attire was not a surprise for her friend, because Keiko knew she was obssessed with Korean. If I remember correctly, she was half Korean herself.

Keiko was a very unpredictable girl. Her hobby-for-the-moment is learning French. But no doubt, she'll move on to another language soon. She loved annoying the hell out of people and she believed in the saying 'No one can boss me around. Except my mom.' Her creative mind was always full of crazy ideas for her stories. She loves chicken. She tied her curly hair into a high ponytail and was wearing a magenta shirt with some flowery designs and a plaid skirt with leggings.

"So, Keiko, why again did you bring us here?" Kairu asked.

"Um..." Keiko pondered. "Does everything have to have a reason? Why is the world here? Why do we exist? WHy can't all people appreciate French?"

Natsuki said, "Translation: She doesn't have a reason."

Kairu sighed. She was watching a brand new show! She only obliged to come because of Keiko's annoying--I mean, persistence.

"Hey, let's go to the amusement park!" Keiko announce.

"Keiko, we don't have an amusement park."

I hate this. I haven't saved the previous copy of this and it was GOOD! And then the connection was lost. UGH!!! Anyway, I'll try to make this like the last one.\
WARNING: OOC　
I don't understand women at all. They're mad then they're happy then they're mad again! I mean, I haven't even done anything! [yet]
　
Women live in their dreams. They dream of diamonds, cute little puppies and stuffed toys. Then when they wake up, they expect us guys to make their dreams into reality. Who could affors diamonds?? And I doubt they have them here in this wretched academy. And do you think I'd go inside a shop and say "Can you get me that cute stuffed toy up there?" or "I'll have this little puppy." And I wouldn't even dare say it's for my girlfriend.
　
But when you don't do what they want, they say something like "I'm breaking up with you!" We, the manly and strong guys, took the liberty of asking them out and they have the nerve to say this! Honestly, they are just too fond of themselves.
　
And what is up with the "cute little" eyes those darn things have .[a.k.a puppies] Girls swoon over them. What about us? What about the humand beings? We even have THUMBS! Oh, okay, I shouldn't classify things by their thumbs. But honestly, I think that someday, puppies are going to rule the world. With human as their slaves.
　
They'd parade on the streets, with diamonds and stuffed toys and women, completely oblivious to what they are doing because they are posssessed by the eyes, will be by their side, feeding them grapes. If they eat grapes. And when that time comes, we, only have two things superior than them: We can walk on two feet and can talk. And them? They have diamonds and stuffed toys and slave women and sharpeners and grapes.
　
I now proclaim that I have a grudge on them. I don't even care if my best friend has the Animal Pheromone Alice. I hate them. I loathe them. I [insert synonym of hate here] them.
　
"natsume, look! It's a cute little harmless puppy!" Mikan said, picking up the thing.
　
I unconsciously responded with "Harmless my foot! That darn thing is going to RULE THE WORLD AND MAKE WOMEN HIS SLAVES one day!"
　
Mikan stared at me, hugging the puppy. "Natsume, are you still mad about earlier?"
　
Then she walked away.
　
"Don't vent your anger on a harmless little puppy."
　
And I swear that horrible things smirked at me.
　
Woah. Haha. This didn't turn out as I expected but who cares? I like it. :)

*nom nom* currently eating ice cream :) Won't tell you how I got it though. Kairu, told you that I'll have another idea if I eat ice cream. This is a cardcaptor-double-pairing story. My 1st ccs fic :) SyaoranXSakura TomoyoXEriol PLUS FRENCH! xD

WARNING: Au, and may be OOC (Alternate world and out of character)

"Excuse-moi?"

Tomoyo turned around and was face to face to a familiar set of eyes. To say she was shocked was an understatement.

Wasn't he supposed to be in France? What's he doing here? Why is he speaking in French? DId he forget Japanese? Thousands of questions circled in her head.

"Ah, I was right." The blue-haired lad said, smiling. "Salut, my dear Tomoyo-san."

"E-Eriol!" Tomoyo practically shouted, "Wh-What are you doing here?"

Eriol feigned hurt and frowned. "It seems like you don't want me here."

"No! No no NO!" Tomoyo answered, waving her arms in front of her chest.

"I have come home Tomoyo." Eriol smiled.


Meanwhile...

"Nee, Syaoran-kun, Tomoyo-chan's taking a long time buying ice cream, ne?" A brunette with the name of Sakura asked the boy beside her.

Syaoran nodded his head slowly. He was getting impatient.

How long does a girl need to buy ICE CREAM? He shouted in his mind.

"Sakura-chan!"

They turned their head to where the voice was coming from and saw Tomoyo with a familiar boy trailing behind her, no ice creams in hand.

"Where's the ice cream?" Syaoran glared.

"A-Um..." Tomoyo stopped walking. "I forgot."

Eriol let out a hearty laugh while Syaoran fumed. He'd been waiting eighteen minutes, twenty seconds and five jiffies for ice cream and there wasn't one in his hand. If Daidouji won't give him it, he's going to get one for himself.

Syaoran stood up and started stomping toward the ice cream stand, a disatisfied look on his face.

"Wah! It's Eriol-kun!" That made him stop. He slowly turned his head around and saw the love of his life talking to another guy. Of course, they weren't together yet, but one day they will be, so Sakura must practice  being a good girlfriend and that includes NOT TALKING TO OTHER GUYS. Right?

He hurriedly ran back and claimed his seat beside Sakura, all the while glaring at Eriol.

"My, my, Syaoran-kun. Still the jealous type, I see." Eriol observed.

To which he earned a glare as response.

"I thought you were in France!" Sakura said, completely oblivious to the fact that Syaoran is having a hard time controlling his jealousy.

"I was. But I decided to come back for a little while." Eriol replied.

"You're leaving? When?" Tomoyo suddenly asked, appearing beside him.

"In about five weeks." Eriol answered. "But don't worry, I'll make sure I get to spend enough time with everyone."

"Eriol-kun, do you know french?" Sakura asked, hope filling her eyes.

"Oui." Eriol answered.

"Wah! Eriol-kun knows French! Did you hear that Syaoran-kun?" Sakura pointed to Eriol excitingly. "Eh? Syaoran-kun? What's wrong?"

"He's having his usual issues, Sakura-chan," Tomoyo explained.

"Ohh..." Sakura said.

"I AM NOT!" An enraged Syaoran shouted.

"Why don't we all get some ice cream?" Tomoyo suggested.

To which all agreed. They all went to the ice cream stand and started telling the person there their orders. (a/n: I don't really know what flavors they sell at Japan.)

"Ne, Eriol-kun, teach me French!" Sakura pleaded.

"Okay." Eriol said, "I believe another person here knows French."

"Eh? Who?" Sakura said, looking around, in hope to find a famous French designer wearing frills with a little poodle.

"Here." Eriol said, as he patted Tomoyo's shoulder, who was currently licking her ice cream.

"Eh? Tomoyo-chan knows French?" Sakura asked her best friend/

"Yes." Tomoyo replied.

"Teach me!!" Sakura said

"Let me tell you something about French first." Eriol suggested.

"Okay!"

Eriol cleared his throat and said, "They say the French Language is the language of love."

To which Syaoran's ears perked up.

Tomoyo got the idea and continued, "Don't you think it'll be sweet if a person confessed to you in french?"

"Yes!" Sakura said, "The French Language really is beautiful. I hope my future boyfriend confesses to me in french."

Syaoran stopped eating his ice cream. He had to learn French.

"AH! Syaoran-kun! Your ice cream!"

Another one of my useless drabbles. Well, you could say that the first part was taken from my life. Haha. I do that very often. You know, use my life as a base for my stories...Anyway, here it is. It's a one-shot with three parts. NOT chapters. I'm pretty sure I know the difference between parts and chapters.

　
I've never really expected this to happen. Sure, I've heard, read and even talked about it, but it never occured to me that it was really...possible. Maybe it's because i've never experienced it. But when I did, it hurt. A lot.

Falling out Of Love

　
It happened when the sakura trees started to bloom their beautiul flowers. There were Cherry Blossoms everywhere. It was truly a magical sight. Do you know how it feels to see the cherry blossoms sway in the wind? No matter how many times you've seen them, it still feels like you've never seen anything so beautiful.
That was similar to the feeling I had for...him. Everytime I saw him, it always felt like the first time. When he smiled at me, it was...magical. You could say I fell quite hard. I fell for him the moment I saw him. His kind words made me forget all of my worries. His ever-so-present smile always found a way to touch the deepest and coldest parts of my heart. I tried to avoid him. I didn't want to make a fool of myself. But it never worked and I found myself by his side once more.

I don't know what made me attracted to him. Maybe it's his smile. Or his kindness toward everyone. Maybe
it was the way he reminded me of my best friend. The one person who could make me smile. Until I met him
anyway.

But on that day, everything changed. I don't know how and I don't know why. Maybe it was because he
wasn't the one for me? Maybe there was another person who could bring happiness into my heart.

When he smiled at me that day, I didn't feel anything. I didn't understand it at that time, but after much
pondering on the subject, I finally understood. I fell out of love. I didn't love him anymore, much less like. He
was just another person to me. Again. Just like the days before I met him.

He wasn't special anymore. I couldn't believe it at first and tried again and again to like him again. Nothing
worked. Like I said earlier, maybe he just wasn't the one. He was just another normal person. Yeah, maybe
you noticed I'm repeating things. But... this is how I feel and if I feel like repeating it, I will.


I have fallen out of love and sure, it hurts, but I believe s that someday, somewhere I will find the one truly
destined to be with me.


But for now, I'll just let myself cry.

Another Gakuen Alice Fanfic, I know. But I love that anime so much! Especially the manga. Anyway, this is a sad fanfic. I'm not sure yet if I'm gonna post this at ff.net.

Ruka's POV

I know I should be happy for them. I know they are perfect for each other. I know they love each other very much. I want to accept it and move on. But I can't. Mikan was my very first love. Mikan, with her beautiful smile and her optimistic attitude. Mikan, who always wanted to help other people rather than herself. Mikan, who always made me happy.

But Mikan would be happier with Natsume.

And Natsume would be happier with Mikan.

That's why I can't interfere with their relationship. Mikan is Natsume's light. She'll help Natsume out of the darkness...

I'm so selfish, aren't I? Wanting things like this, knowing I don't deserve it. But could you blame me for wanting the one I love love me back? Am I wrong for wanting her to come to me because I love her so much?

I'd give up anything for her.

You know what I hate most? Mornings. For some people, it meant a whole new day to play and laugh. For some people, it was another day to enjoy the things they love most. For me? Well, let's just say that I never look forward to them, knowing that I'd get to see them together again.

And you know what's worse? My friends are pairing me up with Imai. Imai. Imai, the blackmailer. Imai, the person who makes my life a living hell. I don't know why the heck they're pressuring me to her. She's merciless, heartless and all of the above. Shouldn't she have at least one soft side? She'd just watch me watch the perfect couple, whilst making one of her inventions.

So why am I writing this again? Oh, right. To vent out my feelings. Ha-ha. As if that would make everything better. As if venting out my feelings would make Mikan fall in love with me. As if writing down my feelings on a poor piece of paper would make me move on. Honestly, there are just a few things a piece of paper can do. One, it can show you how miserable you sound, complaining about why the love of your life doesn't love you. And two, it can show you how pathetic you are, writing things down.

I've never been one to have a dia--journal. I have never owned one in my life. Never. Ever. Well...except that  time. But I was five! And all I did was doodle on it. So it really wasn't a diar--journal. Anyway, journals are just a trick. Anyone can make one. All you do is make a good cover then pages blah-blah, and you're done. An eight-year-old could do that.

Okay, I know I'm supposed to be talking about...Mikan. But it really hurts you know? Have you ever experienced having the one you love stolen by your bestfriend? I think not.

I'm just another one of those foolish, brokenhearted people. I'm a fool. Wanna know why?

Because I fell in love.

Done! Oh, and don't get me wrong about Ruka's thoughts about Hotaru. I love that couple, but I thought it was fine if I did a lil' change. I know it's just an unorganized group of words called feelings. But that's the idea. Who ever had organized feelings? Feelings are always unorganized, because you're confused. You never understand why you're feeling like this and like that--Okay, I should shut up now and post this.