"I've got a theory of my own," Aiden realized, the words a whisper. Tom raised an eyebrow, prompting him to continue. "You infuriate me because of that," he gestured towards Riddle's face, "that emptiness of yours, how bored you always seem. I want to wipe that expression from your face. You're never genuine." [Rated M for language, suggestive themes, and darkness.]

"Nifty sword. I bet ya mine's faster." [Ichimaru Gin, Ohm, drabble.]