Every day was the same. Being a mere puppet for an evil man who only cared for himself. She didn't want this. But what could she do? She knew what would happen if she disobeyed. A short one-shot concerning Utau's thoughts on working for Easter.
Ikuto is lucky to have gotten a hold of one of the limited 10,000 copies of the newest international sensation, Sword Art Online, and even luckier to have been a beta tester. However, this game has a catch. Once in, he and the other 9,999 players are unable to log out. To escape, he and the players must defeat the game - double catch? If you die in the game, you die for real.
What's got Teague so riled up? That's what Mina wants to know. One-shot.
"I've been locked up there long enough, brother! I've made up my mind, I'm going to defeat you and leave this place!" Ikuto remained unmoving in the air, eyeing the two girls as they glared at him. "Beat me, huh?" He smirked. "I'd like to see you try." A series of AU one-shots.
Hibiya had been especially clingy today for some reason. She'd left the house for some space, but the useless kid had followed her. Oh well. "Hey, Hiyori," he said after a moment's silence. "Does this seem familiar to you? Almost like… we've been here before?"
"You killed Ib." He said at last, his voice cracking. "I did it for you." She replied. He shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said, "but I'll never forgive you." What would have happened if Mary had gotten attached to Garry and not Ib? What would have happened if Ib had died in the toy box instead of him?
Decades after the original story of the Witch's House, Ellen, in Viola's body, has come back an re-created her mansion, the one in which it all began. Ellen comes to realize, that in all of her schemes and plans to find love, there was someone who loved her the whole time - Viola. The mansion receives a new visitor, and Ellen intends to get what she wants.
Fear. Such a wonderful and mysterious emotion. No one could exactly explain fear, could they? Why was it that they could easily discern such petty emotions as happiness, but not ones so complex such as fear? Short piece about Alexander's thoughts on his 'work'. Drabble-ish.