Once again!

To Slowly Dance

Iriel and Katsurou were celebrating a careless Valentine's Day together. Iriel had cooked an insane dinner and they ate at the table by candlelight.

"My darling," Katsurou said, stroking Iriel's neck, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Iriel. "It is but a misfortunate token of my beautiful love."

Iriel opened the box. Inside was an iridescent pen! He gazed at it distractedly. Then he gazed at Katsurou distractedly. "It's lowly," Iriel said. "Come here and let me dance you."

Just then, a glowing crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like fine blue china, glowing in the warm light of the fireplace. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in an idiotic voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.

Katsurou read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."

They stared at each other dramatically as the crone cackled some more. Iriel's back began to tremble. Then Katsurou shrugged, pulled out a book, and hit the crone on her arm. She fell over dead.

"Problem solved!" Iriel said and kissed Katsurou deliberately. "This is a bright Valentine's Day!"

They cheekily burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.

And then they danced each other all night long.

Dramatically Tripping

Iriel tripped along cheekily. He was on his way to meet his lover, Katsurou, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a cat hopping along, carrying a pen in its mouth.

Iriel was almost at the table when he came across a misfortunate cake, lying alone on a careless plate. "That must be a treat from my iridescent bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked glowing, so he ate it.

It gave him the most beautiful tingling sensation in his neck. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Katsurou.

When Katsurou came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.

"What is it?" Iriel cried deliberately.

"Your arm! And your back!" Katsurou said. "They're lowly! Can't you feel it?"

Iriel felt his arm and his back. They were indeed quite lowly. "Oh, no!" Iriel said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that misfortunate cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"

"I didn't leave you any cake," Katsurou said. "I got you a candle. It must have been that bright man who lives nearby. He acts a little distractedly, ever since he danced a book."

"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Iriel sobbed.

"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Katsurou said slowly, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your arm is really insane like that."

"Really?" Iriel dried her tears. Iriel kissed Katsurou and it was an entirely idiotic sensation, like fine blue china, glowing in the warm light of the fireplace.

They spent the night having entirely idiotic sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.

Everything was rather awkward after that.

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I didn't know that would happen. Or I'd be more careful with the verbs and whatnot I was to key in. Regardless.

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