Alright, this is a little excercise I'm trying. Creating an actual story off of prompts. It's a little bit difficult, but I'm going to try.

Offensive language is in this story! Gan Ning does not understand the word censor.

Disclaimer: I own no characters.

Number 87: Food

Gan Ning stared at the empty refrigerator for the third time that morning. His roommate, mostly by force by his boss Lu Meng (he did like the smaller rent bills) had again left early in the morning and left the house food less. "What the hell is he doing getting up this early," Gan Ning hissed, glancing at the clock that said seven in the morning, "already gone? Everyday? Can't have a girlfriend to take to class, and I doubt he has friends." Gan Ning had been secretly wondering if the cunt was gay. If he was, he was so out of the apartment. Old Man or not.

Still wet from the shower, and getting rather cold, Gan Ning gave in and shut the door with a loud sigh. He'd either have to go do grocery shopping on his own, or wait until his little boy bitch, Lu Xun came over again and make him do it. Gan Ning only went grocery shopping if he knew a hot chick was going to be there. Or if he was really hungry. Of course, he could go out for breakfast. Did he have time for something like that? He glanced again at the clock, and then his attire.

Shirtless, wet, in his boxers. Shaking his hair again, his assortment of necklaces jingling, he gave another sigh. He was doing that a lot lately. "This means war," he said finally. He didn't have time for breakfast. That made Gan Ning moody. A moody Gan Ning was not a good roommate. Not that he ever really was to the maybe-gay roommate, but that wasn't the point. First he'd do small things. But the fag was not going to use Gan Ning like he was the bitch in the apartment. Hell no.

But first he needed the money to fix up the fag. And that meant work. He made his way back to his room, turning off the stereo as he did. He made pretty good money working on cars. So groceries weren't so much a problem. Except, the bastard ate so much and did none of the shopping. He reached for some pants on the floor and pulled out his cell phone, dropping them back in a new spot on the floor. Dialing a number, he looked for a wife beater that didn't smell.

"Hello?" an innocent voice said on the other line, almost sleepy.

Gan Ning didn't buy it. Lu Xun had to be to his classes at seven thirty. He was up and moving and awake. "Hey man," he said, sounding so very cheerful. "You coming over today?"

"Why?"

"No reason. Just want to know my schedule ya know? As the most wanted bachelor on the street, I gotta have it all planned."

Lu Xun laughed at that. "I don't know. Fridge empty again huh?"

"Damn right. Get over here and refill it." Lu Xun sighed on the other line. They knew who was alpha, Gan Ning thought with a smirk. Now he just had to teach his roommate who was boss.

Ling Tong groaned as he rolled out of bed. Ever since he had moved in with Gan Ning, life had been easy. The two rarely saw each other, which was usually a good thing. Gan Ning wasn't a horrible person, just horribly annoying. And cocky. But it was alright. And it was a darn good apartment. He did thank Lu Meng.

Shaking his black hair and stretching, he kicked around the room for his shoes. He had classes today. He dressed quickly, brushing his teeth as he put his hair up in a ponytail. Then he made his way to the kitchen, reaching for the cereal and milk. Gan Ning or more specifically Lu Xun had restocked the kitchen. So it was time to eat. Like most bachelors, he didn't exactly cook. The only time they got cooking really was when a girl brought it over. Or Gan Ning used his trick and got Lu Xun to do it. Ling Tong did slightly pity the younger man.

He sat down with the bowl, turning on the television, making sure it was muted. His first bite he gagged spat it out onto the floor and raced to the sink with his tongue sticking out. It was horrible. He almost vomited, gagging into the sink. He only stopped when he heard the laughter. Glancing over his shoulder, spit trailing down the side of his mouth, he saw Gan Ning leaning on the pantry door. Towel on his head, still dripping wet from the shower. His pants hanging low, the necklaces still on. Ling Tong had wondered briefly on a boring day if Gan Ning ever took them off.

"I was afraid I was going to miss this," the man said with a laugh, rubbing his light brown hair with the towel. "Was it that bad?"

"What'd you do to it?" Ling Tong spat, rubbing his mouth with his sleeve.

"Aw, c'mon now. Wouldn't that ruin it," Gan Ning said with a smirk. He then glanced at the dish soap behind Ling Tong, laughed, and turned back to his room. He planned on going out to eat this morning. Ling Tong glared at his back. This was war. Definitely war.

Number 81: Pen and Paper

Ling Tong growled as he sat in class, fifth row away from the professor. Close enough he could hear. Far enough away that he didn't get spit on and he could do stupid things without being caught. It was a good row. He pulled out his lap top as more students filed in, taking their seats. Ling Tong blushed as his stomach growled, a cute girl in the row in front of him glancing over her shoulder. He made sure to keep looking at his lap top, cursing his roommate for the prank.

He was surprised that his computer was hot as he held it. Opening it up, he bit back a shriek. Male enhancement advertisements and gay porn filled the screen. He quickly went to close all of it as the music started to play. How had he gotten the password, Ling Tong thought in panic. Everything cleared, he gasped to see one more, minimized at the bottom. He pulled it up to close it. Something was downloading. He went to close it, clicking cancel. But it wouldn't. No matter how much he clicked, it wouldn't cancel. Some boys behind him laughed, and Ling Tong swung around with a snappy remark on tongue.

"It's a virus," the guy said, notebook and pen in hand. He apparently wrote his notes, instead of typing them. Ling Tong recognized him as Cao Pi. "Going to have to get your whole computer scanned and cleaned. And you better turn it off before it completes the download. You're gonna loose some valuable things if you don't," Cao Pi said, tapping his pen on the paper, still smiling. He knew it had been a joke. Ling Tong blushed under that thought, the thought of being caught, and quickly shut down his lap top. With a vivid, colorful curse to Gan Ning, he reached for some paper and pen to take notes. How was he going to pay for a clean up on his computer?

Number 32: Night

Gan Ning grinned as he led her in, hand on the small of her back. Things had been good lately. He had been slowly running the idiot to the ground with pranks, and hadn't even seen him. Between classes, work, and studying, Gan Ning hadn't seen Ling Tong in days. It was marvelous. He smiled down at her, and she pulled at his shirt. It was mostly open, the buttons undone. He didn't particularly like shirts. And the ladies loved it.

She pulled him to the bed with a saucy smile. He had specifically cleaned up because he felt like bringing somebody home. She fell on the bed, and he followed, bracing himself with his hands over her, kissing her. Then pulled back to take his shirt off, pulling it over head. But she gave an indignant gasp. He wanted to stop, but the shirt was choking him with his necklaces, so had to get it off. By that time she was already up, waiting to slap him. Which she did, as soon as the shirt was off. She didn't even talk to him, just stomped out of the apartment blushing.

Gan Ning rubbed his cheek, trying to figure out what exactly went wrong. He had cleaned his room for this night. He glanced around, then realizing it. Panties. Lots of girlish panties hung up on the wall like plaques. Like trophies. Gan Ning didn't want to count them all. Little too shocked to be angry. He just looked them over, again and again. From lacy red ones to thongs. They were all hung up.

When did Ling Tong get home today, he thought, letting his hand drop from his cheek. Too early apparently. Then his thoughts went to his phone. His precious phone full of girl's numbers. Pulling it out, he stared at it. Eleven text messages. He only had to read the first one to realize what Ling Tong had done. He didn't even go to his 'Sent Box'. He already knew. And he also knew he was never going to get into half the girls pants that were in his phone. If he hadn't been shell shocked, he would have probably yelled. Or cried. One of the two.

Number 72: Mischief Managed

Gan Ning was sitting on the couch, looking absolutely at home and comfortable when Ling Tong walked in. Of course, as soon as he set his bag down, Gan Ning got straight to business. Elbows on his knees, fingers threaded together, he glanced over to him. Ling Tong admitted he felt big and he felt powerful at that moment. He had gotten him good. He stood tall under Gan Ning's stare, waiting. "Alright," Gan Ning said, sounding pleased. "We're going to have a talk."

"Really?"

Gan Ning ignored the smart remark, and continued. "I don't like you. At all. You are only living in my apartment because Lu Meng seems to like you and he's my boss. That and I like having a smaller rent. If it weren't for that, I'd of chucked your stuff out the window by now just to see how much would break, and how much you'd cry."

"What? Cry?"

"But I haven't. I've been playing… nice. That said, I congratulate you on your counter. It was… harsh."

"So you admit I'm better? That I win?"

"Don't be getting a big cock. I admit you've ruined some good, long laid out plans. Plans that under normal circumstances, I'd of beaten you bloody back alley style." For some reason, Ling Tong believed him about that. "But because you can be linked back to me, by being my roommate and all, I can't be doing things like that. That, and I have a little bit of respect for you now. For that. Don't misinterpret that. I can still make you cry."

Ling Tong was having a problem thinking of a good reply to all of this.

"So, because of that respect, and the fact that I'm no longer allowed to beat you back alley style, I'm going to call a… truce with you. You stop messing with my chicks and I'll not mess with your computer."

"So you admit to it! I'm getting you to pay for that!"

"Deal or no?" Gan Ning was staring at the TV, which was muted.

Ling Tong saw an opportunity here. A chance to keep himself safe, as well as his computer. "Fine. I won't mess with the girls."

"Good." Gan Ning stood, smiling. "Don't over think this, fag. I could have just threatened you. You're already scared. But I'm being nice. Because Lu Meng likes you. And Lu Xun thinks you're alright. So, because I like them, I'm going to try to not hurt you. That and I don't like the cops. I have problems with authority. So take this chance and learn something useful."

"Fag!?" Gan Ning grabbed him by his collar, hoisting him up. Ling Tong gasped, grabbing the arm and staring wide eyed at him. Gan Ning laughed at that, dropping him on his ass and walking off. "What was that?"

"Lu Xun's coming over. Get your mess out of the front room," Gan Ning ordered. He was boss. Very few people got around that.

Number 63: Do Not Disturb

She smiled as he locked the apartment door behind them, and then led her to his room. She was quite happy with this arrangement, as was he she knew. She glanced up at him, he was only a little bit taller than her, and asked, "And you're sure he's not home? Won't be at all?"

"He said he wasn't gonna be," Ling Tong said for the third time with a sigh, shutting his door and glancing at her.

"Good," she said in a husky voice, pulling him closer for a kiss. She was sure her brothers would kill her if they knew what she was doing. Especially since she wasn't looking for a boyfriend. And then they'd hand her over to her father, who would ask for the assistance of Huang Gai, the old grizzly, and she would leave the house with two chastity belts on. One with an alarm system no doubt. She didn't want to imagine that.

Which was why Gan Ning was not allowed to be around when she had her one night stand. She had chocked when she had realized she had picked Gan Ning's roommate as her bed buddy for the night. Gan Ning was close with her oldest brother, for a reason she couldn't yet guess, and tolerated her second brother. Again, for reasons she couldn't understand. But because he knew them, if he saw this-even heard of it the shit would hit the fan. She would admit she was worried.

Slowly she was lowered onto the bed, and the clothes started to come off. First his pants, his shirt, his boxers. Because she wasn't one to wait around and cuddle. Not with a bed buddy. Then her shirt went flying- he seemed to of gotten the idea. Then her bra, and lastly her pants. His hands started to roam then, trailing around her thighs with that infuriating smirk of his pressed against her collar bone. She grabbed his hands, and opened her eyes to take charge. To press him back. But her bra caught her attention. Rather, demanded her attention.

"OhmygodLingTonglook!" she said, pushing him away to point, panicking. She wouldn't admit it later, but she panicked at that moment. "Do something!" she demanded. Ling Tong was staring at the black lacey bra with eyes wide. It had landed on the candle he had forgotten to blow out when he went to school that day. After she stopped screaming, something clicked and he rushed to do something to stop the burning bra. He yanked it up, not realizing the strap had wrapped around the jar. The wax spilled out all over his foot.

Ling Tong jerked back with a shriek, the flaming bra swinging over head and almost hitting the fan. She gave another yell, pointed and swinging her arms around. She had no idea what to do, but seeing him naked and swinging a flaming bra while hopping on one foot trying to get the hot wax off was worth the scare. Especially when he almost got his long black hair on fire as well. The door opened, and she instinctively went to cover up with the blankets, yanking them out of the bed and hiding.

The man stepping into the room was absolutely scrumptious. He wore his button up shirt totally unbuttoned, showing off his well tanned, well built chest. His hair was sticking up, gelled perfectly. Dark eyes looked like well cut stone. His pants riding a little low. She really could only stare, and couldn't decide if she wanted it to be Gan Ning. She really couldn't. Beside him, already curling with laughter was the polar opposite type of guy. Little bit shorter, he still held his boyish features. Something girls no doubt adored about him. Blonde hair framing his face, with hazel eyes and pale skin. He was much cleaner looking then the tattooed man beside him. Though his shoulders under his simple shirt looked to be just as well built as his friend. She thought she had seen him around before, and thought his name was Lu Xun.

"Damn," was all the rough looking one said. "He actually got a chick. Shit, I might be wrong." Lu Xun didn't respond, still laughing too hard. She thought he might suffocate if he didn't stop.

"A little help," she yelled, glaring over them both, still trying to hide herself. Both of them were laughing now, but the rough one stepped forward to Ling Tong and snatched the bra.

"I hate you," was all the naked man said, reaching for his foot now.

"Do you want it back?" he said, waving the flaming bra in his face. Ling Tong fell backwards, landing in more wax. "No?" he said with a laugh as the younger man screamed, peeling it off of his hands now.

"I hate you Gan Ning!" Ling Tong yelled, tears in his eyes. Gan Ning laughed, and opened the window to beat it on the wall to put the fire out. He then brought the scorched bra back inside, stepping over Ling Tong to toss it at her.

"Might be a little hot," he said with a smirk, glancing over the bulge in the blankets where her boobs were. She glared up at him, avoiding the bra.

"Asshole," she said.

"Dyke," he said in return, turning back to Lu Xun who was now using the door to keep himself up. He then stopped, grinning. "That's it. I wasn't wrong. They're both using each other to try and fool the world that they ain't. Alright." He glanced back. Ling Tong was seething in his spot, trying not to lunge at him. She was sitting in the bed, shell shocked no doubt by her expression.

"How dare you!" she yelled as he went to close the door. "I'm so telling my brother what kind of an asshole you are!" she screamed through the door. Gan Ning just laughed, dragging Lu Xun who was wheezing for air.

"That was good," Lu Xun finally said, hand on his chest and face red. "That was real good."

"I wish I had a camera," Gan Ning admitted with a smile.

Number 55: Waiting

She came stomping out before Ling Tong to see Gan Ning on the couch, watching the hallway. Obviously waiting for them. For her. She glared at him, and he matched it with an even stare. "My brother is going to kick your ass," she said, pointing a finger at him. He just stared up at her, a smile slowly growing on his face.

"Is he now?"

"Yes. I know he already has once." She smirked, feeling superior.

"Really? So you are Sun Shang Xiang huh? I didn't really think so at first, but Lu Xun insisted that you were." He scratched his neck, and she realized he had taken off his shirt at some point. She quickly looked back up at his face, making sure to hold onto her anger. "Are you really going to tell him though?"

"That you called me a dyke? Yes!" Her hands planted themselves on her round hips as she stared down on him.

"But then I get to tell him that you tried to sex my innocent, inexperienced roommate. Who might or might not be gay, by the way," he said, licking his lips with a grin. Her face fell, her shoulders sagging.

"Damn it," she said under her breath. Gan Ning snickered, taking the sandwich from Lu Xun who found a seat in the recliner, blushing a little. But smiling. She glanced over to him, brow raised in question. He avoided looking at her by eating his own sandwich and watching the news.

"Why's it so cold?" Ling Tong asked, walking out. More like hobbling, but it didn't really matter to any of them. Gan Ning chuckled, and Lu Xun gagged a little on his sandwich trying not to laugh. Ling Tong walked passed Sun Shang Xiang to a seat, glancing at her. "Oh!" he said, grinning.

"Stupid fuck," Gan Ning said, laughing. Sun Shang Xiang shrieked, covering her boobs and trying to hit Gan Ning. She couldn't wear her bra since it was scorched. And her shirt had been a little tight. And she had always had big boobs, something she usually wasn't happy about. She had also really wanted to catch a guy. Face turning red in anger, tried to think of something to do. To say. Something! But nothing came. And she kicked at Gan Ning as a last resort, and he only laughed. Which didn't help any.

Alright, I'm not sure how much this will be updated. More likely only one prompt when I do. Don't expect a lot of big long ones. I hope to have at least one up a week. Besides that, I'm just happy to not have a story centering around DaxCe. So, huzzah there. A little bit on the characters to clarify a little and make it easier. This is modern times.

Gan Ning: No model. Mechanic, and doesn't go to school. Works for Lu Meng. Best friends with Lu Xun. Uses offensive language. Estimated age I'd say would be mid twenties.

Ling Tong: DW6 model (I wanted to play with his long hair). Renting with Gan Ning by recommendation of Lu Meng. Going to school as a plane engineer at the moment. Early twenties.

Lu Xun: No model. Best Friends with Gan Ning. Considered Gan Ning's boy bitch. Going to school as an electronic engineer. Real early twenties.

Sun Shang Xiang: DW5 or less. No intended major yet. Is usually considered one of the guys. Isn't sure she likes that all the time. Isn't sure she likes Gan Ning either. Early twenties.