Random One-Shots

[sunrises]

Title: (unknown - ideas are appriciated)
Summary: Told from Daisuke's POV. When Dai's stuck in a writing class and has a challenge, he begins to write an essay on Shuugo.
Cheerful.

I was assigned to write a short story with a character that was cheerful. But how the heck was I going to do this? I may not be the best author around (in all honesty, Hika-chan is the best out of all of us), but I was at least good enough to get into this creative writing class at Hoshizen.

But how was I supposed to know that this class would be so bloody hard? Dai, you've gotten yourself into some weird situation here - and it looks like there's no way out.

The scratchy noises that the pencils made were frankly getting annoying by this point in time. Daisuke hated to admit it, but he had nothing down for a story. What the heck was he supposed to write?

Then, it hit him. Why not write an essay on Shuugo? Heavens knows that the fox gijinka was cheerful enough. As the clock chimed 2, the data mage gave a small smile. Picking up his pencil, he began to write. And for once, he seemed to be pretty happy about it.

After all, they did say that you *could* write an essay as well..

Shawn Beaumont (he often claims that his name would be Shuugo Shirogane if he was Japanese) is one of the most cheerful people I know. He can be quite unpredicable, but that just makes him more interesting in my opinion. After all, he certainly doesn't let the fact that he's a gijinka mage get him down when others become jealous of him just because he *was* one..

As Daisuke continued to write, his smile slowly widened. This class was certainly becoming more interesting, ne?

Title: Tuesday Morning
Summary: RxR; AU. Told from Ryou's POV. It's a normal morning in class as Ryou Shirogane and his classmates get ready for Speech class, though an amusing conversation unfolds..

"Tasu-san?"

I let out a sigh. Where the heck was she today? We had the same Speech class, and she wasn't here on time. I brushed back stray strands of my blond hair, but that didn't help matters.

"I'm so sorry I'm late!"

As a pile of books were placed on the desk behind me, I gave a rare smile. So, she was just late today. That was certainly something to be happy about.

"Don't worry about it, Tasu-san." I replied to the green-haired girl, waving my hand to dismiss her apology as if it was nothing.

"But if I'm late, I should apologize because I took so long.." She argued, a weak smile playing upon her lips as she spoke. I don't know why, but I seemed to think that maybe Retasu should have her way more often..

But that wasn't like me. Me, Ryou Shirogane - the only son of Elizabeth and Jishou Shirogane - act like a lovesick puppy around my classmate? Surely Momomiya would have a giggle fit. And that was one thing that my life could do without.

"No, that's alright." I tried to insist, but it was soon obvious that Retasu was going to have her way. How did I know this? Well, for starters.. I was beginning to lose my stubborn edge, which usually helped me out a great deal in debates. Then there was the fact that I was arguing with *Retasu* of all people.

"You sure?" She replied, brushing back loose strands of green hair as she spoke. Retasu then placed her books on the shelf below the desk, as she didn't seem to be using them at the moment.

"Lordly - it's only Tuesday morning, and you two are debating?" I ignored the voice that clearly belonged to Minto Aizawa. Her voice always sounded like she was scoffing at someone or somebody, and it usually didn't mean any good. Unless you were Kisshu, but then it usually meant your death.

"W-we aren't arguing, Minto-san." Retasu replied, though she looked away from me as she spoke. I could clearly tell that her face was a deep shade of red, though. Was she really affected by what Minto said..?

"Of course we aren't arguing, Aizawa." I replied in my usual stubborn tone, acting like it was no big deal to me. But it started to affect me. If Retasu blushed at the thought of arguing with me.. did that mean that she actually had a crush on me?

"Just leave them alone, Minto-san.. I'm sure that they'll be grateful for that." A black-haired boy arrived in the room, though his posture and tone held a gentle kindess in them. It was none other than Masaya, though I was actually grateful for his arrival for once. Since Ichigo wasn't in our class, this meant that I actually had some time to talk with him.

"Oh, fine." Minto scoffed, but went back to reading her novel anyways.

"...Were we really arguing, Ryou-san?" Retasu whispered, looking over at Minto as she spoke. Why did she look so innocent when she was asking me something like that? I could feel myself giving her a sympathetic smile, but I only whispered back a few words.

"No, not really.. Tasu-chan. Now, let's wait for the bell to ring and for class to begin.."

Retasu's eyes widened. "...I wasn't late?" She asked, flashing me a rare smile.

And for once, I returned that same smile. "Nope. You weren't late at all.."