First love is a blessing to others, but a curse to most. -:- A series of unrelated one-shots ranging from Canon to AU. Anonymous characters.
With her profession, she knew long ago that attacks like these were inevitable. She was not disabled in any way, yet the only action she could take was to brush them off as 'inconsequential', 'insignificant', 'insubstantial'. They were all just that to her, yet one blade lunged when she was at her weakest, worming through her already-battered armor and unraveling everything.
It was the first time Naru answered a question of hers without degrading her thoroughly. Now, if only she understood what he said… -:- One-shot. Drabble. ish.
Under no circumstances should anyone make a wager against the devil incarnate, A.K.A. Osamu Yasuhara. -:- Two-shot.
Foretold roads have been paved as unwanted ruts come into existence. These two individuals have already set their minds to mandated goals, but what will happen if serendipity imposed?
It is extremely hard to pull oneself from boredom, extremely hard not to be consumed by disquiet, extremely hard to stop thinking about him. -:- Oneshot, vignette. For archangelBBQ.
Between Dream and Reality
The realization was like a slap to the face, the kind that made a (sickening) resounding 'clack'. His question made her believe she was a hopeless fool. The answer that came to her was even harsher. -:- One-shot. For Coriana.
Mai Taniyama is not a safety deposit box. Do not entrust anything to her. -:- Naru-centric. One-shot.
Mai reminisces a scene from a day she lived two hundred ninety-seven days ago.
What was Mai's reaction when she found out that her narcissistic boss was actually the world famous Oliver Davis?
Whenever faced with the colors of the spectrum, black would absorb them all, but it shall never be free of its darkness. For a young man who wears this color as if it was his second skin, has he turned into black himself? The answer will never come to him, but perhaps others have already caught a glimpse of it. -:- A oneshot narrating a minuscule fraction of Oliver Davis' thoughts.
A glimpse into deep thoughts of disavowed relapse. -:- A drabble in the format of second-person perspective.