What?”

“You remember what Hagrid said last night?”

Ron suppressed the urge to shudder. He remembered it alright.

-Flashback-

Harry and Ron quickly made it through the dark hallways of Hogwarts. It was a miracle that they managed to get this far undetected and without getting suspicion from Ed or Hermione. If they had the time, they would have patted themselves on the back for managing to out smart their smart friends for once. Never mind the fact that what they were doing was dangerous, stupid and could get them expelled.

The long shadows plus the invisibility cloak provided more than enough cover for them. The night was quiet and the moon had disappeared behind a large mass of clouds. Within moments, Hagrid’s little hut came into view. Harry and Ron picked up their pace. They were close to their destination; it was best not to get caught. It was only when they stood in front of Hagrid’s door that they dared remove the cloak and knock.

The door flung open and Harry and Ron found themselves at the end of Hagrid’s crossbow. “Oh,” said Hagrid, recognizing who it was, “What’re you two doin’ here?”

Harry eyed the crossbow hesitantly. “What’s that for?” asked Harry, as he and Ron slipped inside.

“Nothin’- nothin’ –“ Hagrid muttered. “I’ve bein expectin’ – doesn’ matter – Sit down – I’ll make tea-“

Ron and Harry looked at each other. Something… was wrong here. Hagrid didn’t seem to be his normal self. He hardly seemed to know what he was doing. He nearly extinguished the fire, spilling water from the kettle on it, and then smashed the teapot with a nervous jerk of his massive hand.

“You okay, Hagrid?” asked Ron.

Hagrid didn’t answer. He didn’t get a chance to before there was loud knock at the door. Harry and Ron panicked and hid under the invisibility cloak and retreated to a corner. Hagrid, glancing back to see they were hidden, flung open the door.

“Good evening, Hagrid.”

There stood Dumbledore, looking dead serious and a man with anxious expression. The man had messy gray hair and wore an odd mixture of clothes: a pinstriped suit, a scarlet tie, a long black cloak, and pointed purple boots.

“That’s my Dad’s boss,” Ron let out a low whisper. “Cornelius Fudge, the Minster of Magic!”

Another familiar face in behind Fudge walked: Lucius Malfoy. He had a smug look on his face. “Let us be very brief about this, shall we gentlemen?” Malfoy said with a cruel smile.

“Yes- yes” muttered Fudge. He turned to Hagrid. “I’m sorry Hagrid. Had to come. Four attacks on muggle-borns. Things have gone far enough. Ministry’s got to act. I’m afraid we’re going to have to take you…”

Hagrid paled. “Not Azkaban?”

Fudge stuttered to keep up, looking more and more flustered. The smaller man couldn’t even look Hagrid in the eye. “ For a short stretch only. Not a punishment, Hagrid, more a precaution. If someone else is caught, you’ll be let out with a full apology. Hagrid, your record is against you, despite that Dumbledore has insisted that you’re innocent. The ministry’s got to do something – the school governors have been in touch --”

Malfoy choose this moment to interrupt. “Yes, about the school governors. I’m afraid we have dreadful news, Dumbledore.” He took out a long roll of parchment. “But the governors feel it’s time for you to step aside. This is an Order of Suspension – you’ll find all twelve signatures on it. I’m afraid we feel you’re losing your touch. How many attacks have there been now? Two more this afternoon, wasn’t it? At this rate, there’ll be no muggle-borns left at Hogwarts, and we all know what an awful loss that would be to the school.”

Dumbledore’s eyes lost their twinkle for a moment. Even Fudge was surprised by this announcement. “Oh now, see here Lucius,” stuttered Fudge. “ If Dumbledore can’t stop them, I mean to say, who can?”

“That remains to be seen,” said Malfoy with a nasty smile. “But as all twelve of us have voted—“

Hagrid leapt to his feet, his shaggy black head grazing the ceiling. “An’ how many did yeh have ter threaten an’ blackmail before they agreed, Malfoy, eh?” he roared. Malfoy opened his mouth but Hagrid continued. “Yeh can’ take Dumbledore! Take him away, an’ the Muggle-borns won’ stand a chance! There’ll be killin’ next!”

‘Calm yourself, Hagrid,” said Dumbledore sharply. “If the governors want my removal, Lucius, I shall, of course, step aside.”

“But---“ started Fudge.

“No!” growled Hagrid.

Dumbledore silenced them with a raise of his hand. “However, you will find that I will only truly have left this school when none here are loyal to me. You will also find that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.”

Harry drew in a sharp breath as he could have sworn that Dumbledore’s eyes flickered towards him and Ron in the corner.

“Admirable sentiments,” said Malfoy, bowing.” We shall all miss your – er – highly individual way of running things, Albus, and only hope that your successor will manage to prevent any- ah- killings”

He strode to the cabin door, opened it, and bowed Dumbledore out. Fudge glanced warily at Hagrid, waiting for the bigger man to leave before him. Hagrid glanced at the corner where Harry and Ron were hiding. “If anyone wanted ter find out some stuff, all they’d had ter do would be ter follow the spiders. That’d lead ‘em right! That’s all I’m sayin’. Oh and someone will need to feed Fang while I’m away.”

The door slammed closed.

Ron pulled off the Invisibility cloak. “We’re in trouble now,” he said hoarsely. “No Dumbledore. They might as well close the school tonight. There’ll be an attack a day with him gone.” Harry could only grimly agree.

--End of Flashback—

Harry looked at Ron. “What do you suppose Hagrid meant by ‘follow the spiders’?”

Ron shrugged. “Who knows? I try to stay away from those bloody things whenever I can.”

Harry’s eyebrow rose. “Don’t tell me… you’re afraid of spiders aren’t you?”

"I'm not!"

"Yes you are."

"...Fine! Yes I'm afraid of spiders! Happy now?" Ron glared at Harry who tried to muffle his snicker.

After recovering from his laughing attack, Harry asked Ron, "Why are you afraid of them? We use spiders in Potions all the time and I don't see you freaking out when we do."

Ron shuddered at the thought. "Those are different... they're already dead. When they're alive and stuff, the way they walk..." Ron shuddered again. Harry tried to hide his chuckle again. "It's not funny you know! How would like it if your favorite teddy bear that you were holding suddenly grew eight legs because of a prank your older brothers played on you!" Ron snapped. Harry patted him on the back. "Sorry man, but that's just funny."

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"Mr. Elric!"

Edward snapped out of his dazed thoughts and looked up at the source of the voice: Professor McGongall. She didn't look happy, but the moment she saw how tired Edward looked, her stern look quickly softened. "I know you must be in shock due to the attack on Mr. Mustang and Ms. Granger but please do not lose focus on reality." She turned away and addressed the class. "Now class today we're discussing..."

"Hey, Ed, you okay?" Ron whispered. As he did Harry noticed something unusual.

Ed nodded tiredly. "Yeah... I didn't sleep much last night."

"Are those spiders?" Harry randomly asked, pointing to a line of spiders crawling up the wall. Ron paled greatly as Ed's eyebrow raised.

"Spiders?" Ed asked before turning to Ron. "And what's wrong with you?"

Harry opened his mouth when Ron snapped back, "Not a word." Ed's eyebrow only raised higher.

"Out with it you two. What do you know?" Ed demanded.

Harry and Ron looked at each other. They had a lot of explaining to do after class was over.

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"So all we have to do is follow the spiders right? That should be easy enough. I think they're heading towards the Forbidden Forest," said Ed.

"Easy, says you," muttered Ron. Not only were they following spiders but they were going into the most scariest and dangerous places in Hogwarts, the Forbidden Forest.

Nightfall blanketed the castle and Ed had seemed to regain part of his old flame. The alchemist wasn't going to let this situation get the better of him and if there was a lead to finding out who was behind these attacks, it was better to figure out who it was now instead of later before someone got killed next time. Under the invisiblity cloak, the three of them darted towards Hagrid's hut to pick up Fang. Fang should know where to go.

Ed took out his wand from his pocket. "Lumos," said Ed and a tiny light appeared on at the end of it.

"Good idea," said Harry. He took out his own wand and said the same spell.

"I'm not even going to try... it'd probably blow up or something..." muttered Ron.

They traveled deeper and deeper into the forest, following the trail of darting spiders. It became darker as they traveled, slivers of moonlight barely passing through the thick treetops. The roots weaved and intertwined together like a spider’s web, making hills and holes in the ground.

Ed let out a small sigh. They had been following these spiders for at least half an hour now. When was the trail going to end? The ground suddenly seemed to feel like it was going downhill. It was becoming harder and harder to follow the trail of spiders.

Ed suddenly paused. His senses were tingling, telling him that danger was near. Ron and Harry came to a sudden stop, bumping into Ed. “Something is coming,” muttered Ed. He could vaguely hear something that sounded like clicking.

Ron paled greatly, fear gripping his heart. “Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no---“

“Shut up,” said Harry frantically. “They’ll hear you!”

“Quiet you two,” snapped Ed. “We’re surrounded.” From the treetops, spiders came crawling down. Not small spiders but spiders the size of cars. They slowly surrounded the three boys. Ron looked like he was going to faint any moment. Ed couldn’t blame him; he was having a hard time believing that spiders could be this big.

Slowly, another spider made its way towards them. There was gray on the black of his body and legs and each of the eyes on his ugly, pincer head was milky white. He was blind.

“Aragog! Aragog!” called out the other spiders.

“What is it?” Aragog asked.

“Men,” clicked on the spiders.

“Is it Hagrid?”

“Strangers.”

“Then kill them.”

“Wait! We’re friends of Hagrid,” Harry shouted. A fierce clicking spread throughout all the spiders. Aragog paused.

“Hagrid has never sent men into our hollow before,” the old spider said slowly.

“Hagrid is in trouble,” said Ed. “That’s why we’ve come.”

“In trouble?” Aragog asked slowly. “But why has he sent you?”

Ed thought quickly. “They think, up at the school, that Hagrid has done something to the students. They took him to Azkaban.”

Aragog’s pincers clicked furiously. “But that was years ago. Years and years ago. I remember it well. That’s why they made him leave the school. They believed that I was the monster that dwells in what they call the Chamber of Secrets. They thought that Hagrid had opened the Chamber and set me free.”

Ed frowned. The pieces were slowly beginning to come together in his mind.

“So you didn’t come from the Chamber of Secrets?” asked Harry, feeling a cold sweat on his forehead.

“I!” said Aragog, clicking angrily. “I was not born in the castle. I come from a distant land. A traveler gave me to Hagrid when I was an egg. Hagrid was only a boy, but he cared for me, hidden in a cupboard in the castle, feeding me scraps from the table. Hagrid is my good friend, and a good man. When I was discovered, and blamed for the death of a girl, he protected me. I have lived here in the forest ever since, where Hagrid still visits me. He even found me a wife, Mosag, and you see how our family has grown, all through Hagrid’s goodness.”

“So you never attacked anyone?” asked Ed.

“Never,” croaked the spider. “It would have been my instinct, but out of respect for Hagrid, I never harmed a human. The body of the girl who was killed was discovered in a bathroom. I never saw any part of the castle but the cupboard in which I grew up. Our kind likes the dark and the quiet…”

“So you never attacked anyone?” asked Ed.

“Never,” croaked the spider. “It would have been my instinct, but out of respect for Hagrid, I never harmed a human. The body of the girl who was killed was discovered in a bathroom. I never saw any part of the castle but the cupboard in which I grew up. Our kind likes the dark and the quiet…”

Ed took the moment to glance back at Ron. The redhead was still in shock, frozen. Ed supposed it was good thing. The last thing they needed was Ron to say something stupid to upset the spiders. Ed turned back to face Aragog. “Do you know what did kill that girl then?” Ed asked calmly. “Because it’s back and attacking someone again.”

The spiders all moved angrily. They rustled and clicked their pincers restlessly. Obviously Ed’s words had some impact on them.

“That thing that lives in the castle,” said Aragog slowly, “is an ancient creature we spiders fear above all others. Well do I remember how I pleaded with Hagrid to let me go, when I sensed the beast moving about in the school.”

“What is it?” said Ed urgently. This could be a vital clue in stopping the creature.

“We do not speak of it!” said Aragog fiercely. “We do not name it! I never even told Hagrid the name of that dreadful creature, though he asked me, many times.”

Ed sensed the conversation was over as Aragog retreated back in the direction that he had come. “Then we’ll just take our leave,” muttered Ed.

“Go?” said Aragog slowly. “I think not…”

Harry stared. “But—“

“My sons and daughters do not harm Hagrid on my command. But I cannot deny them fresh meat when it wanders so willingly into our midst. Good bye, friends of Hagrid.”

Ron let out a gasp, the closest thing to a word he had said since meeting Aragog. A grim look set on Ed’s face. This was not good. Ed clapped his hands together, starting the transmutation process. The light from alchemistic reaction temporarily blinded the spiders as Ed transmutated a spear to injure the spiders that were still attacking.

“We’re not going to be able to hold ourselves against all them,” shouted Harry. He fired a spell at another spider.

“Ed, Harry,” shouted Ron. “Look. It’s my dad’s car!” Ron clung to Fang who was looking just as scared as Ron.

Ed and Harry turned and looked. Sure enough, driving straight towards them was Mr. Weasley’s car. Its headlights were glaring, its horn screeching, and its body knocking spiders aside. “Get in,” yelled Ed, leaping in the car. Harry and Ron followed, grabbing Fang along with them. They were barely inside when the car gunned the engine and took off, plowing through masses of spiders and the thick branches of the forest.

After what seemed like an eternity, they finally managed to elude the spiders and make it safely to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The car then just threw all of them out and disappeared back into the forest. Ed rubbed his head where it had hit the ground, cursing and muttering under his breath.

“Follow the spiders,” Ed muttered. “I’ll never forgive Hagrid for this one. We’re lucky to be alive.”

“Ditto,” mumbled Ron, still trying to get those mental images of spiders out of his mind.

“I bet Hagrid thought that Aragog wouldn’t hurt his friends,” said Harry.

“See, that’s exactly Hagrid’s problem!” Ron continued to rant on.

Meanwhile, the gears in Ed’s mind started to turn and work. The pieces were slowly coming together. Hagrid was innocent and was probably framed for the opening of the Chamber. But who would do it? The creature of the Chamber was still a mystery but nothing a few hours of research in the library wouldn’t solve. Aragog provided some clues to it. There was something else that Aragog had said that struck Ed as peculiar.

“Oh,” said Ed, suddenly realizing it. Harry and Ron paused their conversation and looked at Ed. “That girl that died. Aragog said she was found in the bathroom. What if she never left the bathroom? What if she’s still there?” questioned Ed.

Harry and Ron looked at Ed for a moment, the idea finally clicking together in their head. “You don’t think—not Moaning Myrtle?” they asked together.

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“Let’s put some prices on our lives. How much for your family? Your girl? The last stranger you passed on the street?

How much do you think he’ll pay for you?”

Bust Gamer

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Mesa no own FMA

Seito: Hmmm well it’s a start on going back to writing… and just as summer school is starting. Anyways this is dedicated to Mrit, Henley, QianYun, and the rest of my friends. They lend a shoulder and an ear along with comforting words after I was flamed and annoyed by reviewers. Thank you! –hugs-

Conversation is between: Edward and Roy (with little hints of Rayna and Hawkeye)

Topic: Driving

Timeline: It doesn’t really matter

Warning:

This is very strange

Very hard to follow

Read very carefully or you might get lost on reading. There are hints to who is saying which line.

Tiny Roy/Ed fluff/hints

No flames

Forgive any spelling and grammar mistakes.

You may now continue onward reading


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Driving Lesson


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Tis a fine summer day

Children were playing

As their parents watched close by

And in the distance someone was yelling

“LOOK OUT!”

Screech!

Heart racing

Pounding

Heart attack!

“WATCH THE ROAD!”

“STOP YELLING AT ME!”

“FULLMETAL!”

Grabs the wheel

Just in time

Avoided the on coming wagon

Beats of sweat run down the face

Twitching has become a natural habit

Thoughts of

‘How the hell did I agree to this?’

And

‘Why me?’

Race through the Flame Alchemist’s head

In the distance, two watched

The Ice Alchemist could only shake her head

As her girlfriend prepared the first aid kit

“FULLMETAL! THE WALL!”

Sway

Skid

Pebbles fly

And knuckles are turning white

“I think I’m starting to get the hang of this.”

Nothing but pure terror and horror on his passenger’s face

Eyes close

Praying this was just a dream

A nightmare from which he’ll awake from…

HONK!

No… it’s not…

Zoom, zoom, zoom

Just dangerously missing becoming pancakes against another wall…

People run and scream,

“RUN AWAY CAR!”

Grip tightening…

Nearly breaking the door

Ah… the things he does for love…

“EDWARD! THOSE PEOPLE!”

Just missed the old couple

Who didn’t notice a thing….

“Fullmetal, tell me you can see where you’re going…”

“Who are you calling a tiny bug that escapes the wrath of a shoe because he's so small that he fits in the grooves and can't get squashed?”

“EDWARD! THE POLE!”

Crash!

Bang!

Boom!

If possible, heart was racing even faster

“It’s just a little dent.”

“THAT WAS NOT A LITTLE DENT!”

“You worry too much Roy.”

Ping!

Crunch!

And perfectly come to stop in from of Central

Door opens,

Practically falls out

Breathing heavily,

And thanking god for being alive

“See that wasn’t so bad. I’m getting better.”

Won’t mention that

The twenty near crashes…

Dented light pole…

Nearly running over forty people…

The smashed mailbox

And about a dozen broken flower pots

Or the numbers of dents and missing parts in the car…

A kiss on the cheek

“You worry too much. Stop fretting, I’ll start fixing the car.”

Clap!

Flash!

And as the flame watched

He could only sigh…

The things he does for love…

Mesa no own Naruto.

-dies- I’m so out of practice. Well enjoy and remember support the jellyfish!!

Jellyfish Day: n February 14, observed in honor of bitter souls as a day for the exchange of general snarky remarks and other tokens of bitterness.

Support Jellyfish Day!

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Jellyfish Day

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The city of Konoha was in chaos. Had this been some time in the past when Konoha was a hidden village full of ninjas, this would have caused a huge alarm, making many think a war was upon the village. But in the modern day city that Konoha had become, chaos had taken a different meaning.

The streets were covered with glitter and pink and red streamers. Flower petals practically covered the sidewalks. Paper hearts were plastered onto the walls and bright red neon lights displayed sappy love phrases everywhere. One could almost see an immensely bright, happy aura oozing from almost every household. The clouds in the sky looked strangely heart-shaped and the smell of chocolate was strong.

In simple words, it was Valentine’s Day.

Valentine’s Day: n. February 14, observed in honor of St. Valentine as a day for the exchange of Valentine’s and other tokens of affection.

Every year when Valentine’s Day came, it was like this unusual madness gripped every girl’s soul. Those without sweethearts were safe from most of the madness (though it left many of them bitter) while those with sweethearts were showered with endless amounts of chocolate and gifts. Of course, there was always that (un)fortunate bachelor, the one with the insane fangirl club who is literally hunted like animal while the hunter girls tried to track him and give him their homemade chocolate.

This year unlucky bachelor would have to be Uchiha Sasuke.

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Sasuke took a moment to catch his breath. He had been running from those crazy fangirls of his for hours. Sasuke even went as far as to skip school today just to make sure he didn’t have to deal with those girls. No such luck. He spent most of the day hiding and running.

At the age of seventeen, Sasuke was one of the most popular boys in town. Girl swooned over his silky black hair and cold black eyes. Many thought their cold loner prince just needed a beautiful girl to melt that icy heart. For as long as he could remember, Sasuke has always been trying to avoid girls. How on earth did his brother survive high school? Oh, that’s right, his brother did the sensible thing. Itachi got himself a girlfriend.

Sasuke glanced around. The sound of girls stampeding was getting closer. He had to find somewhere to hide. The best idea was to hide in one of the stores. Sasuke ran into the closest one near him. Hopefully there weren’t any girls in there.

“Hiding?”

Sasuke jumped, surprised to hear someone sneak up behind him. “Uzumaki,” he growled.

Uzumaki Naruto grinned. “Nice to see you remember me, Sasuke-teme.”

Uzumaki Naruto was the reining trickster of Konoha. Just a few inches taller then Sasuke, Naruto’s sunshine blond hair and bright sapphire eyes matched his personality perfectly. His whisker-like scars added to the mischievous smile.

When comparing the two boys together, one will find that they are as different as the sun and moon. Sasuke was the popular cold-hearted prince while Naruto was the smiling clown, the not-so-popular guy. At school, the two never got along and it wasn’t surprising to see the two of them fighting. Sasuke was just annoyed by Naruto’s presence and Naruto seemed to purposely push Sasuke’s buttons just for the sake of doing so.

“What are you doing here?” Sasuke said coldly.

Naruto frowned. “I should be asking you that. You’re the one who came into the store. Unlike you, I work here. Actually, don’t bother answering that question. I know why you’re here.” Naruto walked past Sasuke and locked the front door.

Glaring at Naruto’s back, Sasuke shot back, “How would you know?” This day couldn’t get any worse, could it?

Naruto flipped over the sign from Open to Closed and proceed to shut the curtains. “It’s as obvious as day. It’s Valentine’s Day. You’re hiding from your fan club.”

Sasuke scowled before moving onto his next question. “What are you doing?” he asked. His eyes blinking to adjust to the sudden loss of light as Naruto closed all the curtains.

“Closing the shop until you leave. If your fan club finds you here, they’ll wreck the place,” said Naruto as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

Sasuke’s scowled only grew longer. Naruto rolled his eyes. “You’re a full time supporter of Jellyfish Day aren’t you?”

That question at least got Sasuke’s eyebrow to rise a bit. “A full time supporter of what?” Sasuke questioned. Uzumaki certaintly didn’t just say…

“Jellyfish Day.”

“What the hell is that?”

“The day where all of those bitter of Valentine’s Day gather to share tokens of bitterness and snarky remarks about Valentine’s Day and love in general. Oh and of course, support the Jellyfish,” said Naruto. He had said it with an air of calmness, as if the holiday Jellyfish Day was common knowledge.

“Who the hell made a stupid idea like that?”

Naruto shrugged. “I suppose some popular guy like yourself broke the heart of a girl too many times. Or it could be just a bunch of bitter girls who never have fallen in love and don’t plan to. Could even be a bunch of guys. Who knows?”

An odd silence fell over the two of them as soon as Naruto finished. Naruto was content with playing with a piece of a chocolate, tossing it back and forth between his hands while Sasuke didn’t feel like talking.

Sasuke took the silence as a time to untangle his frantic nerves and take a look around. The store was bigger than it looked from the outside. In the back, Sasuke could see shelves of assorted items, ranging from clothes, food, school supplies, to other everyday necessity. The front part where he stood looked different. More like a café with tables and chairs. There was even a little a glass display featuring some delicious pastries.

“What is this place?” asked Sasuke. He never recalled seeing this store before in all the time he lived in Konoha.

“Houkiboshi. Your one stop store for everything,” replied Naruto.

Another bout silence fell. This time it made Sasuke just a little uneasy. He was used to having Naruto’s voice constantly ringing in his ears. Sasuke didn’t think it was even possible for him not to talk. Sasuke wasn’t sure what unnerved him more: a silent Naruto or hordes of crazy girls. Probably a silent Naruto.

‘I can’t wait until this day is over,’ Sasuke thought. ‘There’ll probably be a mountain of chocolate when I get home, but at least by tomorrow morning most of those crazy girls would have given up by now. And hopefully most of those chocolate are white chocolate.’

Unknown to most of Konoha, Sasuke had a secret weak spot for white chocolate. No one had bothered to ask him what his favorite chocolate was so he always received milk chocolate and dark chocolate. White chocolate and a cup of tea were most welcome right now. Right on cue his stomach grumbled.

“Sounds like you’re hungry,” said Naruto with a grin. Sasuke shot him his usual glare. “Maa, maa. You’re never going to get any food like that,” said Naruto with an amused smile. He set down a cup of hot tea and a plate of white chocolate on the counter. “On the house. Strawberry Cream tea and white chocolate,” said Naruto with a grin.

Sasuke was taken aback. “How…”

“Did I know,” finished Naruto. “You drink tea everyday at school. That’s a given. And a little birdie told me about your obsession with white chocolate.”

Sasuke was at a loss of words. When the hell did the dobe get so… smart and cunning? Naruto only grinned as he grabbed his own cup of tea. “So why don’t you get yourself a girlfriend, Sasuke-teme, if you don’t like going through this every year?”

Sasuke took a seat. “I have no interest in girls,” he muttered.

“You’re gay.”

Sasuke nearly choked on the piece of white chocolate he just ate. “What the hell gave you that idea?” A red tint was beginning to appear on his face.

Naruto’s grin widened. “Well, usually when a guy says he has no interest in girls, he’s far from straight and very close to gay.”

Sasuke glared back. He was beginning to detest that grin of Naruto. How the hell did he know about that? Not even Itachi knew that. “Have you been stalking me, Uzumaki?” Sasuke asked flatly.

“Perhaps.”

That time Sasuke fell out of his chair. He suddenly got a feeling it was a lot more dangerous to be in this store with Uzumaki then it was to be outside with the crazy fangirls. Naruto leaned over the counter to look down at Sasuke. “You know you’re going to get hurt if you keep doing that,” Naruto said with a chuckle.

Sasuke glared once more. “And you’re gonna get your face stuck like that if you keep glaring at me like that.”

Sasuke growled. “Only because you keep doing weird things. Has anyone ever told you you’re like a different person outside of school?”

Naruto smiled. “Yup, glad you noticed.”

Sasuke got back up into his chair. “And what about you Uzumaki? I thought for sure you would be outside waiting for someone to give you chocolate.”

Naruto frowned for a moment. “Well, for one thing I had to work, and for another, I’d much rather give someone chocolate today rather than receive.”

Sasuke’s eyebrow rose. “You do know Valentine’s Day is the day when –girls- give out chocolate right?”

“Of course.” Naruto grinned. “But you still owe me a White Day’s gift for the free chocolate.” Naruto leaned over and gave Sasuke a quick kiss on the lips. “Happy Jellyfish Day.”

-Thud-

Naruto leaned over the counter once more. “Hmmm, I think I just made Sasuke faint.”

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Sasuke slowly opened his eyes. He had the scariest dream ever. He was in this store and Uzumaki Naruto had just kissed him. Those blue sapphire eyes staring at him looked really familiar…

“Awake yet Sasuke-teme?”

Sasuke groaned. It wasn’t a dream! ‘Someone shoot me now,’ Sasuke thought to himself. He tried to get up off the floor only to realize that he couldn’t. Naruto conveniently decided to sit on him. “Off, Naruto,” Sasuke growled.

Naruto grinned his infamous grin. “Finally decided to call me by my first name too, huh?” Naruto kissed Sasuke on the cheek. “I think I like it here.”

A blush rapidly appeared on Sasuke’s face. Damn Naruto.

“You know, this was the last thing I expected to find when I came home.”

Sasuke tilted his head to see who was talking while Naruto had a startled and almost scared look on his face. It was Seika. “Seika, a little help here,” asked Sasuke, recognizing his brother’s girlfriend.

“Hi neechan,” said Naruto cheerfully.

Sasuke looked back at Naruto. “She’s your sister?”

Naruto grinned. “Small world isn’t it?”

“… Will you please get off?”

Seika, the owner of Houkiboshi and Naruto’s foster sister, rolled her eyes. “Get a room you two.”

Sasuke stared at her. “You’re not gonna help me, are you?”

Seika walked pass the two boys. “Nope, consider it payback for locking me in the closet with Itachi all those years ago.”

“He forced me to help him! And it worked out for the better didn’t it?”

Seika paused to think for a moment. “Nope. Not gonna help. Beside I have meet your brother for dinner soon anyways. I’ll tell him you’ll be staying over for the night. And Naruto…”

Naruto tilted his head. “Yes?”

“Nothing more than cuddles.”

Naruto pouted. “Mou--”

Seika smiled and headed back towards the door. “Have fun you two,” she said, waving bye as she closed the door.

For the third time that day, silence fell. Sasuke glared at Naruto, who was still sitting on him and Naruto only smiled back. Naruto popped another piece of white chocolate into Sasuke’s mouth. “I’ll say it again. Happy Jellyfish Day, Sasuke,” said Naruto giving Sasuke another peck on the cheek.

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Mesa no own Naruto

For QianYun. Merry Christmas, my dear friend!

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On the First Day of Christmas…
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“On the first day of Christmas my shinobi gave to me, a shiny headband with the Konoha leaf.”

“Umm on the second day of Christmas my shinobi gave to me, umm… “

“--TWO BOWL HAIRCUTS!”

-Whack!-

“Lee! No one wants bowl haircuts!”

“I want them.”

Sweatdrop

“Gai-sensei…”

“Back to the song, Tenten, Gai, Lee.”

“and a shiny headband with the Konoha leaf.”

“On the third day of Christmas my shinobi gave to me, three old sannin!”

-Whack!-

“Brat!”

“You didn’t have to hit me obaasan!”

“You deserve it kid.”

Sigh. “Hokage-sama. Jiraiya-san. Naruto.”

Glare. “Two bowl haircut, and a shiny headband with the Konoha leaf.”

“On the forth day of Christmas my shinobi gave to me, four evil sound-nin, three old sannin, two bowl haircuts, and a shiny headband with the Konoha leaf.”

“On the fifth day of Christmas my shinobi gave to me, FIVE BIG FAT KISSES!”

“Eww! Naruto! Who wants five kisses from you!”

“…”

“Sasuke-kun… why are you looking away like that?”

“…”

“Sasuke-kun!”

“Hinata… you’re turning red too.”

“I-I-I am?”

“Arf!”

“I agree Akumaru, everyone is acting strange.”

“Four evil sound-nin! Three old sannin! Two bowl haircuts! And a shiny headband with the Konoha leaf!”

“Sasuke-kun! Naruto! Answer my question!”

“On the sixth day of Christmas my shinobi gave to me six Hokages, FIVE BIG FAT KISSES! Four evil sound-nin, three old sannin, two bowl haircuts, and a shiny headband with the Konoha leaf.”

“On the seventh day of Christmas my shinobi gave to me seven orange books!”