Valentine's day drabbles!

[sincere]

.........Valentine's day drabbles-- *shot*

Just a mini-thing!! Bleach, Code Geass, D. Gray-man. Give me up to 1-3 characters in any combination, and a prompt.

I have so many other things to be doing right now, sob.

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[phinnia.livejournal.com]

*peek*
xxxholic? i don't know any of the others, but i <3 Yuuko.

[kay-willow.livejournal.com]

Code Geass is dubbed! You should rent some of it. It's funtiems. Here, have some Yuuko on C.C..

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"You're not seriously going to grant that girl's wish, are you?" Watanuki asked, alarmed.

Yuuko drifted through the aisles behind her shop, trailing silk cloth and sinuous smoke. The boy's footsteps behind her were echoing, loud, graceles. "I'm not in the business of denying people their wishes," she pointed out with some amusement, pulling a box halfway off the shelf, bracing it on her hip and sifting through it with lazy fingers.

"But-- But her wish is to die."

"She's been alive for six hundred years. Don't you think after living that long, if she wants to die, she's earned that right?" No, not in here, either.

"Do you want to die?"

Yuuko shoved the box back onto the shelf and turned around, hands on her hips, to stare flatly at him. "How rude. Do I look six hundred years old to you?" She tossed her hair.

"Older than she looks!"

The ungrateful brat. She'd have to punish him for this later. She headed deeper into the stacks and he clattered after her again. She said airily, "You'll learn not to judge people by appearances someday. It may take me six hundred years to teach you, at this rate."

"You are the one who made it about appearances in the first place!!"

Ignoring his entirely accurate point, Yuuko kept walking. "I'll grant her wish to die if that's really what she wants," she said. "But it isn't."

A girl whose sole desire had been to be loved, tricked into immortality by a cruel confidante and failing time after time in the centuries of her unwilling life to find that deep connection. And even now, she saw still craving the acceptance she'd never found.

Yuuko found what she'd been looking for and smiled lazily to herself, turning it over: a child's picture-viewer. Humming, she pulled out the slide and tapped it with the base of her cigarette holder, like a wand; the tiny images on the film shiver and twist. When she placed it back in the picture-viewer she skimmed through the pictures; one was clear, and the rest were blank -- hidden until she had met the task in the first picture. A series of items, places, people, leading into one another, and finally, the portrait of Empress Marianne vi Britannia.

Hitsuzen, C.C., she thought. There was so much that girl, the one they naively called a witch, had yet to learn about the way of the universe.

This woman will lead you to the one who will be your end -- or the one who will show you love.

And then it's your choice.