Hello =)
I'm posting my fanfictions oneshots here which originally come from my fanfiction account: Darka-Chan
To avoid people doubting that they are indeed mine, I put a link up on the account there =)
Here is a list of the fanfiction I'm putting up:

1. Geostigma - FinalFantasy AC
2. And off goes the mask - Naruto [KakashixIruka]
3. Sins Of Perfection - Beyblade [Kai centered]
4. Questions - Naruto [NejixGaara]

Imagine, you are living in a world where killing is living and living is hell. Everywhere around you people are dying and there is nothing that anyone can do about it because it's the only way of life that people know.

People sleep on the streets and anything that even remotely protects you from the rain and wind the climate has to offer counts as a house. There is no going out after dark, yet there is no sleeping either. Who would want to wake up and find themselves dead after all?

But then again, those things are nothing compared to what all these people on the street seem to have in common; Geostigma.

Black poison moves through the veins of you and the other people on the streets, killing off your body and your mind. Your immumesystem is dying while your body is starting to give out. With a life like this, wouldn't it be better to die?

No. Because everyone with this sickness, this disease, knows what it is to live...

*--

Yazoo can't help the slight smile on his dry lips as he looks out over the deserted streets. Another person died today, and sadistic as it sounds, he's happy about it. When someone dies that means less people are on the streets, but this one dying meant no one on the streets, and no one on the streets means that he can move around without any problem.

He walks past the deserted places that people call their homes, the shacks abandoned for the funeral. His thin pale body moves with an almost cat-like grace as Yazoo speed-walks to abandoned food stalls. The owners should have known better then to leave them behind, but it's fortunate for Yazoo that they didn't.

He doesn't understand why this death is so much more important then the other deaths that happened. So what if some rich person that was considered clean died of the disease? What does it matter to him? To them?

Though Yazoo also understands why the other people would want to go over and be there at the funeral. Those rich people shunned them for their illness, for the bruises and blisters that happen and render them immobile. They laugh and mock and abuse, and now it's one of their own people that died of it. It's their turn to laugh and mock back at those people.

The victim is a 14 years old girl, it seems. Yazoo can't remember her name, but he doesn't want to spend any time on trying to remember it either; he doesn't care one bit. No, the only thing he cares about are the apples he holds in his hands now and the brother he has at home, waiting for him.

Humming a little happy tune he picked up somewhere, Yazoo starts to load his pockets and the small bag that carries his scarce possessions with the apples. The apples aren't the freshest or most beautiful ones by far. In fact; the apples are old, wrinkled and bruised and the merchants merely picked them up after those spoiled rich people threw them away, trading them for goods they will be able to use.

Throw away's, that's all a diseased person ever gets here, but these people are long since used to that and are happy with everything, killing over a shoe that's filled with holes and doesn't even have a second shoe to go with it.

Yazoo startles slightly as he hears voices; people are returning. Hastily closing his tattered duffel bag and slinging it over his shoulder, he covers his full pockets with his hands before running off.

--

A person died, and people on the streets don't care about that, using it to their advantage. But then again, wouldn't you? When you have nothing to trade, there is no way for you to get anything you need like food, clothes or shelter.

Imagine living in the world of the diseased where you get dumped in the slums upon showing the first signs of being ill, mocked by the rich people from afar, the rich people with their pretty white stone houses with warm water and hot meals.

Humanity has been long since forgotten, and instead it's now every person for themselves. There are no rules in the outskirts where the diseased house themselves and the rich people won't dare to ever step foot there.

They have lived like this ever since the disease showed up, years and years and years ago. Rich people on one side, diseased on the other. But sometimes, nothing stays the same.
--

"I'm home" Yazoo calls out softly as he walks into the small apartment that he gets to call his home. He moves through the living room that also serves as the kitchen before making his way to the only bedroom in the apartment.

He smiles as he sees his brother laying on the floor, huddled in the thin blankets that serve as their bed, the tattered and faded carpet serves as the mattress and while it's not much, it's more then most people have.

Kadaj opens his startingly green eyes as he looks up at his brother who merely smiles back at him. "Brother." the younger one utters, brushing his short silver hair out of his eyes, though several bangs move back in front of his eye defiantly.

There once was a time when two people would say that word, when two people would await eagerly for Yazoo's return. But the disease spreads fast and no stricken person lives a long life.

Yazoo smiles, placing his bag in the corner of his room. "I'm back with food." he crouches down next to his brother who is still laying amidst the covers lazily, not bothering to get up.

"You stole it, didn't you?" the young one accuses, at which the older chuckles and nods. Kadaj smiles slightly "Those people are so stupid."

"Agreed, brother." Yazoo places a soft kiss on his brother's equally dry lips as he removes some apples from his pockets, emptying them, smiling lightly as Kadaj eyes the bruised apples hungrily.

Handing two of the apples to Kadaj, Yazoo moves under the blankets himself with two apples of his own. He watches as Kadaj wolves down the apples while calmly eating his own, savoring the bad taste that is such a treat to them.

"Those people are so stupid," Kadaj notes again as he licks the juices off of his fingers, though this time he means the other people, the people protected by their white stone houses "they throw away food like it's nothing, just like that." he huffs lightly, a slight frown growing on his face.

Yazoo merely smiles, digging into his second small apple. "If they didn't we wouldn't have any food, though." he points out "We'd have nothing to eat."

"But brother," Kadaj grins lightly as he eyes his long haired brother that looks so pretty, even under the diseased condition they're in "we'd have each other to eat, wouldn't we?"

Yazoo almost chokes in his apple as his brother makes that comment. "You're so crude, Kadaj." he tuts, though he can't help the smile that plays on his lips anyway. "But yes, I think we would." he agrees in a light tone.

Kadaj grins, rolling on top of his brother "Let me eat you, brother" his hand slips to the waistline of Yazoo's pants "I promise I won't spill anything."

Yazoo's smile widens slightly as he finishes up eating the small apple "You never do, Kadaj. But go ahead and eat."

A smirk spreads over Kadaj's lips as he blinks up at Yazoo slowly, a small purr escaping his lips. "Yum."

--

"Cloud, what are you doing?" Red eyes narrow slightly as Vincent sends a slight glare at his blond friend.

"They killed her, those bastards, they killed her..." Cloud growls, making his way to the forbidden territory, the disease stricken streets. A sword gleams sharply in the sunlight as Cloud lifts it slightly.

Vincent sighs, closing his eyes for a few moments before opening them again. "Be rational. It's not their fault that she got that... illness."

Blue eyes narrow dangerously at the raven haired male as a low growl escapes Cloud's throat. "Their disease killed her, now I'll smash them like the rotten pests they are..."

Vincent sighs quietly, knowing there's no reasoning with his friend like this, but then again, he's not really trying. He doesn't care for those diseased people, better yet, he thinks it'll be better for them if they just die quickly. They'll die anyway.

A small click is heard as Vincent takes a gun out of the holster on his hip that was previously hidden by his red cloak. "Then let's kill them, shall we?" he states calmly.

--

Screams and the sound of gunshots rouse two figures from their curled up position under blankets. They're naked and sticky with sweat and other bodily fluids and exhausted due to the state their bodies are in.

"Brother?" Kadaj asks quietly "Are they fighting again?"

"It seems so, Kadaj." Yazoo frowns lightly. This isn't how they fight here; warning people that they are in battle and might be exhausted enough to be killed after wards. The people in these parts kill quietly, then take what they killed for before leaving. He focuses on his hearing, trying to understand what's going on outside, eyes widening as he catches some words.

"Outsiders! Rich, rich outsiders! Kill! Steal!"

"Kadaj, get dressed." Yazoo commands, untangling himself from his brother's grip and the blankets that are twisted around them.

"Why, brother?" Kadaj asks, frowning slightly, though he gets up and listens nevertheless "I don't understand."

Yazoo bites his lip as he watches his thin brother get dressed while getting dressed himself. "It is going to rain blood tonight, brother. Blood of rich people; I want to be there to catch it."

Kadaj's eyes widen before he grins, working faster to get dressed in the filthy, thin and torn clothing he always dresses himself with. "Me too, brother! Me too!" he bounces excitedly.

Yazoo smiles as he finishes dressing himself. He grabs the duffel bag he discarded before and opens it, taking out the most expensive item he owns and will most likely ever own; a set of gun blades. Beautiful silver guns that come equipped with a button under the trigger. When the button is pushed, a blade will come out; sharp enough to give a doctor's knife a run for it's money. Velvet Nightmare.

Kadaj hums lightly as he takes a sheath from underneath his pillow. The sheath holds a weapon that no person should wield, let alone a child. A double bladed katana that will slice through almost everything it touches, from paper to rock. Souba.

Following the cries of death and struggle, the two siblings run out of their small apartment.

Once they arrive at the scene, they can't do anything but stop and stare, gape even. Bodies are laying on the ground that is slowly turning red; cut up or shot, some of the bodies both. The smell of death is all around as their green eyes scan around for the people that could have done this.

A muscled blond man rams a huge sword through someones stomach, twisting it mercilessly as the person's cries of pain die on their lips.

A little behind the man another man moves gracefully, a red cloak moving through the air as he dodges the swings taken at him gracefully while shooting his attackers.

Yazoo licks his lips as he watches the man in the cloak move and use the gun in his hands with enough skill to equal his own. A slow smile spreads on his lips as green eyes narrow almost dangerously. Lifting one of his guns, he wastes no time to aim and shoot.

--

Vincent's eyes widen as he can feel a bullet enter his bicep. He easily takes out the person he was fighting with before turning around to look for the person that shot him.

He finds this person in the form of a man, no, a boy, with long silver hair whipping around a pale face that shows signs of starvation. The boy's thin arm is up and long slender fingers are clasped around it easily. The gun is still smoking. Green eyes meet red as Vincent growls.

--

"Hey, rich guy!"

Cloud turns around, barely avoiding being sliced in three parts. He frowns as he takes a few steps back from the boy in front of him that barely reaches his chest.

The boy grins up at him cheekily, leaning on the katana, wait, double bladed katana lazily. One of his bright green eyes is hidden by chin-length silver hair which doesn't change even as the boy tilts his head to the side slightly. "Wanna play?"

Cloud frowns, raising his sword. He refuses to acknowledge the stealth the small boy in front of him possesses, just as he refuses to acknowledge that if the kid didn't call out to him, he'd be dead.

But that's just it; it's just a kid...

--

Gunshots sound as Yazoo and Vincent dart around each other, ducking behind boards and buildings to avoid getting hit. Short breaks indicate the change of cartridges while full blown attacks indicate one of them being in sight.

Vincent's eyes dart from side to side as he tries to come up with the best possible place to shoot the other from. Skilled as the other male is, it's starting to annoy him that a street rat, a disease-stricken person, is up to his level.

His eyes widen slightly as Vincent finds a route to the other person that might just work. Ignoring the pain his bleeding bicep grants him, Vincent doesn't waste any time in moving.

Yazoo's eyes widen slightly as the other is suddenly up close to him, making him stagger back. Close combat is, unfortunately, his weak point, though when one sees his thin build they don't expect anything less.

He raises his gun to the other's face, only to find himself staring at the end of the other's three-barrelled gun. 'Shit' is the only word running through his head as his eyes dart to the other person again, green eyes meeting red once more.

He smiles.

--

Cloud takes another step back to avoid getting hit by the katana again. He doesn't want to fight this... kid that doesn't even seem to have hit his teens.

Cloud estimates the kid to be about twelve years old, yet the one visible eye looks older then that. The eye looks like it belongs to an old man that saw and experienced everything, the kind of eye that will haunt you every time you close your eyes.

Yet, when the kid's movements makes the bangs shift away from the other eye, Cloud easily realizes why. The right eye otherwise hidden by silver hair is bruised black and covered in blisters, skin peeling. The eye is closed, but Cloud is sure that even when it would be open, it would make no difference.

It's sickening.

--

Vincent's eyes narrow at the person opposite him. Even in the face of his gun, Cerberus, the other merely smiles at him. Granting himself a single second, Vincent quickly looks the other over.

The other male is small, reaching his shoulder at most, and seems to be fragile that has nothing to do with being thin. However, there is something about those harsh slitted eyes and that thin smiling face that makes him take a step back.

"How old are you?"

The other merely keeps on smiling, shrugging lightly as he replies in a soft, almost soothing voice. "Seventeen."

Vincent frowns at the answer "You're just a kid."

The other's smile merely grows "Am I?"

Vincent finds himself with Velvet Nightmare's blade at his throat.

--

"Lookie over there," Kadaj giggles while trying to hit the evading blond "your friend is in quite a pinch, isn't he?" he asks innocently enough.

Cloud merely grunts, not looking away from the kid that seems happy enough to bring an end to him. His blue eyes dart around to look for a way out without actually hurting the diseased child. He wishes death upon all the ones stricken, but to hurt one even younger then the friend he lost to it...

His eyes fall upon a tree branch belonging to one of the old trees behind them. He raises his giant sword, making the muscles in his arms clench together in an almost painful way, before he strikes.

Kadaj's eyes widen as he jumps back, narrowly avoiding getting hit by the sword, but as he hears a sound that makes him look up and see the thick tree branch descend to him, he realizes that the sword wasn't meant for him at all.

He looks up, only to find the blond gone. Green eyes widen as fingertips press to the sensitive pressure point in his neck, and Kadaj's world goes black.

--

Yazoo blinks as he feels the tip of a sword touch his back, Vincent still at the point of his own blade.

"Your brother is unconscious, would you not rather take him home and wait for him to awaken instead of killing my friend only to end up killed yourself?" Cloud says softly.

Yazoo's smile doesn't falter. "I guess I would." he says in a light tone.

He takes his weapon away from Vincent before turning and walking to where his brother is laying, not surprised that no one is stopping. The blond could've killed him in stead of making that statement, and the other could've killed him in stead of asking his age. He made too many mistakes in this fight.

Yet, his eyes are on the two even as he crouches down to pick up his fallen brother. A blond man that seems fine except for a few cuts in his clothing and a raven haired man that has no wounds but the one he gave.

Red eyes meet green once more as Vincent places his gun back to the holster attached to his hip, not seeing the other person who has his hands full with his limp brother as a threat anymore.

"We will meet again, when you are older." he speaks in his soft clear tone.

Yazoo merely smiles in reply before both parties turn and walk away to their homes, their original reason for going out forgotten by the thrill of the fights and the shock of finding what they're fighting.

--

But they never met again.

With Yazoo the Geostigma had already spread over most of his body, he didn't last until the end of the week when Kadaj was forced to burn him and the weapons he cherished.

With Kadaj the Geostigma had already spread over one eye and soon attacked the other, rendering him blind. Out in the streets with no one to look after him and no sight to help him along he died shortly after, throwing himself and Souba over a cliff before the disease killed him and his katana would be used by others.

Imagine, you are living in a world where killing is living and living is hell. Everywhere around you people are dying and there is nothing that anyone can do about it because it's the only way of life that people know.

Would you still lead it?

”Ne, Kakashi-kun?”

I look down at your brown eyes and feel that same fluttery feeling I always feel when I see them. “Hai, Iruka-sensei?” even though you have never been my teacher, I always call you like that for one simple reason… You start to blush.

And like always you blush. I give you a smile and you seem to search for words. “Why do you have that mask?”

I put down my book, yes, I’m putting it down. It’s rare for me to do so, especially in normal conversations, but for you I always put down my book.

”It is to make sure not the whole village loves me.”

”Nani?” you question. Apparently you don’t know.

”It is said that whoever sees my face will fall in love with me, and thus-far that has been true,” I explain. “everyone, from passing grandfathers to my own mother, have always fallen for me, that is why my father has given me this mask.”

”Your father… was he a good man? To you?” you ask carefully, knowing that he isn’t here anymore. But I know that neither are your parents, so I reply to your question.

”My father…” I take a deep breath before smiling again. “My father was a hero.”

You smile at me, and suddenly a thought hits me. Whoever sees my face will fall in love with me, eh?

”Iruka-sensei.”

Again you blush, but still you reply, “Hai?”

”Do you want to see what’s behind my mask?” I ask smirking, even though I know that you won’t be able to see it.

”Aren’t you scared that I’ll fall in love with you too?” you laugh.

”I have faith in your reaction.” I reply huskily.

Your blush deepens slightly, not yet gone from before. “Well, okay then, I guess?”

I smile at you. “Great!”

I reach up and hook my fingers around the rim of my mask. Fortunately this is not one of the moments where I wear a second one under it, so this should be done fast. And slowly I pull my mask down.

Your eyes widen and you gasp slightly. I breathe in the clean air through my mouth, savouring the taste. I don’t get much of this taste behind that mask, but when I notice your expression I realise that I will still have to wear it. But not now, especially not now.

”Do you think you want to teach me some thing?” I ask huskily “Iruka-sensei.”

Perfection

It's all they ever think of. It's all they'll ever know. I don't know what made them start, but they managed to make me like them. Perfect. Or at least striving for perfection... I don't know why I was chosen, I only know I was perfect from the moment I was born. My parents were killed because of me, and many people suffered because of my weaknesses. But I'm perfect now.

I used to be normal. Or as normal as can be. I went to school, I hung around with my friends. The usual, the normal. But I wouldn't dare to skip classes, or pretend that I was sick. I would not be sick untill I had thrown up, and even then I'd better be okay the next day, because I had to get back to school then.

Punishments for betrays and lies were harsh, harsher then the normal ones. I wouldn't dare to do so, I still don't. I may be perfect, but I haven't lost my emotions, my fear... I fear that my punishment will stil follow... But maybe I'm not perfect. Because of those emotions I am weak. But it's that so, I have no right to stay alive, and pretend to have gained;

Perfection.

-----

I glance around with my crimson orbs. I do not understand what makes them laugh. I myself don’t find any humor in this attempted joke.

“Come on, Kai! Laugh with us!” The chubby boy named Tyson says.

I do not understand what makes him and the blonde boy, Max laugh and the Neko-jin Rei muffle his laughter. What’s so funny about a pigeon in a blender. These mortals watch the strangest things on that television of theirs…

Mortals these days…

Yes, indeed I address them as mortals, because that’s all they are to me. I do not call myself a God, but I come close to how He is described.

I do not believe in Him. They always say that He only wants good. But if He rules and makes everything so good… Then why do all those bad things happen?

I used to wonder this question years ago. Why there was starvation and war when there was a God. And more so, why I, together with so many others, was stuck in The Abbey.

But still, I do not understand their humor. Mortals… They are so strange… Maybe even stranger and more difficult then perfection is. No… I am sure of it… I do not feel those pitiful emotions. They can laugh some moment and cry the other. I can not.

You mortals really are difficult. I can not say confusing, because I can not get confused. It is an emotion I do not have, like many others.

But it doesn’t matter to me. I do not need to love and like, I do not need to lose and find. I only need to be. And being I am. I am myself, and that is all that matters. All you mortals fade away compared to me.

This is what makes me perfect and what makes you mortals imperfect. You need others to rely on, while I do not. But I guess that is what makes me;

One of the sins of perfection.

"Gaara?" Neji asks his best friend who is currently lying on the couch that is seated in the white and blue living room.

"Hai, Neji?" Gaara mumbles in reply, watching the pale ceiling bored, not looking up as Neji prints something.

"I have a question." Neji speaks with a slight grin.

"Hm?" Gaara turns his eyes to his friend so that the other knows he is listening.

"I have a question sheet, fill it in for me, will you?"

Gaara lets out a tired sigh 'Not again.' "Hai, Neji." He replies, tone slightly annoyed.

Neji grins. "Great! I'll fill one in too!"

Gaara lets yet another sigh escape his pale lips as he takes the sheet and sits upright. Picking one of the pens that are in their holder on the centre of the table, he starts to fill in the form.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF:

I committed suicide:
"..." Gaara blinks before filling in;
Kill you
I said I liked you:
Get a heart-attack
I kissed you:
Die from shock
I lived next door to you:
We live together, dumbass
I started smoking:
And ruin your skin? No way you'll ever start smoking
I was hospitalized:
Visit you
I got into a fight and you weren't there:
Not talk to you for a week, if only not to have to hear you bitch about how you lost
I moved away and never saw you again:
IM

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:

Personality:
Would you be my best friend if I didn't like it?
Eyes:
Gaara looks at the paper jealous. "Meh, not gonna answer."
Face:
What about it?
Hair:
It's too long, cut it off
Clothes:
You don't have any sense of fashion, so what do you think
Mannerisms:
Too fancy/cocky/arrogant

1 Who are you?
Sabaku no Gaara, you know? Your best friend?
2 Are we friends?
Gaara lets out a sigh 'Next'
3 When and how did we meet?
Third grade when you made me cry and I returned the favour
4 How have I affected you?
Not
5 What do you think of me?
You're bitchy
6 What's the fondest memory you have of me?
The day you were wearing expensive white silk and fell into the dirty pond
7 How long do you think we will be friends or enemies?
Until you kill me with your bitching
8 Do you love me?
Hai, sure, whatever
9 Have I ever hurt you?
Che, you wish you could
10 Would you hug me?
Iie, you always hug me
11 Would you kiss me?
Erm, iie
12 Would you fuck me?
... Sure?
13 Are we close?
Hai
14 would u ever get off with me if we were going out?
Probably
15 Am I a good friend?
No, you're horrible, you keep stealing my eye-liner and fishnet shirts, and you're bitchy
16 On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I ( go on give me a 10)?
-3
17 Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
Ice Bitch, no explanation needed
18 Am I loveable?
Unfortunately ¤sigh¤
19 How long have you known me?
Too long
20 Describe me in one word.
Bitchy
21 What was your first impression?
That you were an arrogant, spoiled, bitching ice bitch
22 Do you still think that way about me now?
Hai
23 What do you think my weakness is?
Maybe one of those panda's you seem obsessed with?
24 Do you think I'll get married?
Iie
25 What about me makes you happy?
You pay the rent
26 What about me makes you sad?
You're bitchy
27 What reminds you of me?
White
28 What's something you would change about me?
Your attitude and your bitchy-ness
29 How well do you know me?
Well enough to know that you're bitchy
30 Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
Iie
31 Do you think I would kill someone?
Iie
32 Who do you think that I fancy?
The big stuffed panda in your closet, it smells strange
33 Tell me one thing that you would change about me if you had the chance:
Check 28
34 Whats the best thing about me?
Check 25
35 What do you think of my fashion sense?
Check somewhere way up

Gaara places the pen on the table and looks up at his friend, only to hold a white gaze.

"Done?" Neji asks.

Gaara nods. "Hai, here."

The papers are being exchanged and both look at the answers given.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF:

I committed suicide:
Curse you
I said I liked you:
Have my eyes bulge out of their sockets
I kissed you:
Rape you, wait. can't rape the willing, hm?
I lived next door to you:
Wonder when and why you moved out in the first place and bother with paying rent
I started smoking:
Kill you. Seriously. You might ruin my skin with that
I was hospitalized:
Visit whenever I have the time
I got into a fight and you weren't there:
Shrug, knowing you'd win anyway
I moved away and never saw you again:
IM

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY:

Personality:
I think you should see a shrink
Eyes:
Green
Face:
Panda baby-face
Hair:
Bloody
Clothes:
Emo
Mannerisms:
What mannerisms

1 Who are you?
Hyuuga Neji
2 Are we friends?
Hai
3 When and how did we meet?
Third grade where I destroyed your teddy bear and you cut off a huge part of my hair in reply
4 How have I affected you?
I don't know
5 What do you think of me?
That you're a sadistic, homicidal, baby-eating panda
6 What's the fondest memory you have of me?
When you laughed and couldn't stop for quite a while for which you almost send to the hospital due to the lack of air -and after that you ranted that you wouldn't laugh anymore, and that my friend just plain sux-
7 How long do you think we will be friends or enemies?
Till death do us part
8 Do you love me?
Hai
9 Have I ever hurt you?
Hai
10 Would you hug me?
Iie, you'd bite my arm off, but still. Hai
11 Would you kiss me?
¤grin¤
12 Would you fuck me?
¤smirk¤
13 Are we close?
Hai
14 would u ever get off with me if we were going out?
Of course ;)
15 Am I a good friend?
No, but I'll survive
16 On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I ( go on give me a 10)?
How many times can I put a - before the ten?
17 Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
Panda, it's the eyes, I swear
18 Am I loveable?
With that face, how can you not be, heheheeee. Don't kill me -.-"
19 How long have you known me?
Longer then my sanity is supposed to be able to handle
20 Describe me in one word.
Panda
21 What was your first impression?
Kawaii lil' Panda-Chan
22 Do you still think that way about me now?
Hai
23 What do you think my weakness is?
Coldness, you're a desert-boy
24 Do you think I'll get married?
Hai, to me
Gaara splutters and Neji smirks. He can just guess what his lil' Panda-Chan just read
25 What about me makes you happy?
The way you are
26 What about me makes you sad?
Also the way you are
27 What reminds you of me?
Panda's
28 What's something you would change about me?
Nothing. Well. Maybe the way you are.
29 How well do you know me?
Well enough, thank you
30 Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
Hai
31 Do you think I would kill someone?
Hai, you kill baby's for breakfast
32 Who do you think that I fancy?
Me of course, we're going to get wedded
33 Tell me one thing that you would change about me if you had the chance:
¤28¤
34 Whats the best thing about me?
¤25¤
35 What do you think of my fashion sense?
Emo

As the two friends smirk at each other because of the obvious replies, we all know what they would really answer, if they just wouldn't suppress their urges like that, and just give us a good lemon or something XD

1 Who are you?
The person you'll share a ring with
2 Are we friends?
Hai
3 When and how did we meet?
Third grade
4 How have I affected you?
You made me feel human
5 What do you think of me?
I love you, and I don't think that will ever change
6 What's the fondest memory you have of me?
Meeting you
7 How long do you think we will be friends or enemies?
Till death do us part
8 Do you love me?
Hai
9 Have I ever hurt you?
Hai
10 Would you hug me?
Hai
11 Would you kiss me?
Hai
12 Would you fuck me?
Iie. I'd make love to you
13 Are we close?
Hai
14 would u ever get off with me if we were going out?
Hai
15 Am I a good friend?
Hai, the best I could ever imagine
16 On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I ( go on give me a 10)?
10+
17 Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
Koi, because that is what I'd like you to be
18 Am I loveable?
Hai, very much so
19 How long have you known me?
Not long enough
20 Describe me in one word.
Lover
21 What was your first impression?
He's so kawaii
22 Do you still think that way about me now?
Hai, and more
23 What do you think my weakness is?
Me
24 Do you think I'll get married?
We will, I know it
25 What about me makes you happy?
When you feel happy
26 What about me makes you sad?
When you aren't
27 What reminds you of me?
Everything
28 What's something you would change about me?
Nothing, you are perfect the way you are
29 How well do you know me?
Not well enough, never well enough
30 Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
Hai
31 Do you think I would kill someone?
Iie
32 Who do you think that I fancy?
Me I hope
33 Tell me one thing that you would change about me if you had the chance:
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34 Whats the best thing about me?
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35 What do you think of my fashion sense?
I love it, just like I love you