Christa was going to be the death of her and they both knew it.

Aomine's not the only one with problems for a change.

Kuroko takes some time to reflect.

A different way they could've met.

The nonlinear adventures of Aomine the Vampire Slayer and friends.

While laid up in bed recovering from an injury, Kagami discovers the wonders of RPG games and plays therapist to two stubborn NPCs.

They climb trees.

Tetsuya really doesn't do well with heat.

Daiki's high school crush reappears before him and the inevitable happens. Incidentally, it seems like neither of them have matured at all.

Aomine ponders the uses of his car.

The story of how Aomine got a roommate.

One year.

There's a certain rumor going around. After five companies, Kagami won't tolerate anyone dismissing it, especially when the last of them was his own. Wherein Kuroko is some kind of urban legend, Seirin basically sells information, and Kagami has actually done some research.

About a deceivingly oblivious blond who doesn't understand his effect on the female hormones of all surrounding women and his very honest boyfriend. (Where Kise's fans are getting out of hand, and Kagami decides that a jealous Kuroko can be kind of scary.)

In which there is much teasing to be done, many stores to be kicked out of, and not just a passing mention of cake. In other words, where Kuroko is a not-so-secret sadist and Kise gets his sort-of happy ending.

Walking through a world that was embracing and rejecting him all at once, when would he stop? Could he?

You never called them imaginary friends. After all, Road wasn't a child. All she wanted was a playmate. What about a real live person? They're supposedly extremely easy to bully. Do they read the paper?

Where are you? He really didn't know - and that was his problem, wasn't it?

An optimist would view life as a continuous succession of surprise parties. But he wasn't an optimist and besides, even acting slightly shocked would be breaking character.

Roxas was like any other kid. He both looked the part and possessed some form of a working, rational-when-it-wanted-to-be mind. The only thing that couldn't be found was located in his chest and that fact somehow stabbed him right where nothing should be.

Memories and fairy tales go about as well together as hammers and mirrors. When you press too hard, you'll always end up with broken shards. As to whether they're glass or a heart, does it really make a difference?

His luckiest break? Not dying. The prize? His continued existence, of course. And he's not about to give it up.

Some people liked watching the dawn break. Some only enjoyed the day when it was just that - the day. Axel preferred the sunset for his own reasons.

We'll creep with all the silence of the shadows and take your heart for ours. Not quite a fair deal.

That feeling you get when everything seems as if it's about to blow up in your face? That's what Demyx was feeling.

She's trapped in her mind as surely as her body is locked in this prison.

Because candy colored bullets don't pierce jack. They wondered why she preferred her knives so much. It was kind of like a complex.

Roxas was different. Obviously. But he was still just Sora with an x.

It was all about the proof, or lack thereof.

He was just a heart beating in anticipation without a cat to inhabit by the time she returned.

And that's why he went around punching mirrors with blue, hate filled eyes. Sometimes he just wished the color would blow up and be done with it.

He loved her and always would. Enough to embrace red roses with a hint of deceit and renounce heather and it's subtle touch of misery.

They all made their seperate decisions in the end and maybe that was for the best because at least they were still able to function happily afterwards.

The empty space she felt in her chest contradicted the strong pulse that continued to pump blood through a body riddled with the metaphorical vacancy of normal feelings.

Is it the colors screwing her up or is she screwing with the colors?

He was always happy! ...yeah right.

It wasn't forgetting exactly. More like recalling the truth she had shoved into the depths of her mind and discarding the false things she'd told herself she knew in replacement.

It was all vengeance, in a way. Namine would never exist and Kairi always would.

She could only watch from a distance until that light she both hated and loved dimmed to reveal the bitter person underneath.

She was stuck waiting for a hero while he delighted in his unwilling princess.

She's free and she loves it.

Just this once, Roxas would have the last word before he faded away.

He didn't know how many times it would repeat, just waited for it to stop.

She knew she'd always be a puppet and nothing more.