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For Love Written to: "Nara" - E.S. Posthumus Kazuki drew himself straighter, and stared his opponent in the eye. "I know you were sent here by Inari herself, Shizuka-sama, but I refuse to yield to you." Shizuka raised one golden brow. "So you will fight me then? For that human girl, you would raise arms against the head of your clan?" Kazuki knew he had no choice. He drew his katana, the blade singing as it emerged from the scabbard. "For what I believe is right, I would draw even against you." Shizuka nodded her head, and readied her naginata. "To die for love is not a fate I would wish on anyone - even on you. But so be it." It happen

Up the Mekong Written to: "Marco Polo" - Loreena McKennitt The journey upriver was peaceful, for the most part. With Chandrakanta's servants pulling their boat, there was no fear that they would snag or ground themselves on the shoals. She had heard this river was treacherous crossing, and only experienced fishermen could navigate it with ease. "Are you sure we can trust them?" Preston Woolfe asked, nodding to the vague silhouettes of the two nagas underneath the murky water. June de Castro nodded. "They're not going to hurt us. Chandrakanta is friends, after a fashion, with S.W.O.R.D, and we can count on her and her people to back us up

Song Battle Written to: "Red Hot" - Vanessa Mae There had never been anything like it - or at least, in her experience anyway. June had heard of the awesome power that the ancient Celtic bards had wielded, not only in terms of political power, but also in magical power, because their songs were reputed to be able to bend the very elements to their will. What she was seeing was a battle between two bards: Donovan, a human taught by the Seelie Bard Gwydion, and Rordan, an Unseelie prince already renowned for his skill. Donovan's choice of instrument was the violin; Rordan's the harp. Both were masters of their individual instruments. It was

Reception Written to: "Sakura Kiss for Strings" - Hirano Yoshihisa; Ouran High School Host Club OST Preparations for the reception were going well. June de Castro surveyed the table settings, and smiled when she noticed that everything was just right. "You know that you are still going to get in trouble." June rolled her eyes, but did not turn around. "Everything will be fine. They'll like him, I'm sure." Kazuki snorted. "Your grandparents have very...exacting standards." "It doesn't matter. I'll marry him anyway." "That's great to hear." June turned at the familiar voice, and was immediately swept into an embrace. "It's bad luck to s

Raising Hope Written to: "Estremoz" - E.S. Posthumus The mountains were high, and distant, and impregnable. The stone was hard and cold: good stone for building, for hiding. What was hidden in these valleys and amongst these cliffs, would not so easily be found. What was built with this stone, would not so easily be destroyed. This was where they would build the beginning of their future. "This is good stone. Strong stone." Aldin turned to Tir, who was looking upon the rocky cliff face before them with a scrutinizing eye. "Yes, it is," Aldin replied, and then smiled. "But you are the Shaper amongst us. I would not know good stone from ba

Lost Forever Written to: "B.T" - Yuki Kajiura; .hack//Sign OST There was nothing she could do now. All was lost. "What am I going to do?" she asked herself, her voice hoarse with unshed tears. It felt so empty now, at the end of all things... She had thought oblivion would be a far kinder welcome than this, but she had thought wrongly. She had thought that she would be able to live without him, with only a shadow of his memory in her mind and in her heart... But she could not. She was not as strong as she had thought. Everyone around her was worried, of course: her friends and family all wondered what had happened to her that she had wi

Phase Three: Bloodbath “Oh! So you met Celeste’s father, Doc?” Citan nodded after he lowered his spoon from his mouth. “Indeed I did. He was a charming man, extremely intelligent: a fellow scientist like myself.” “Wow!” Fei looked at Celeste then, grinning. “That’s really impressive. What did he specialize in?” “Physics and a bit of mechanics,” Celeste supplied quickly. She didn’t feel like letting Fei know the truth about her origins just yet. “He was pretty handy with machines.” “Really? No wonder him and the Doc got along so well; they must have spent a lo

Chapter Nine: Motives It was certainly the last thing that Perceptor had expected, though he felt that it was only logical for such a thing to occur. Cybertron and Maraxa had, after all, been connected for quite a while. But his surprise stemmed from two things: first, the rarity of the item to begin with, dating as it did all the way back to the very beginnings of their race, and second, because it was made out of a metal whose properties he found exceedingly fascinating. “And you say that this substance is resistant to the capabilities of your race to shape metal?” he asked curiously as he held the artifact delicately with a pa

Phase Two: Connection The first thing that popped into Celeste’s mind when she met Fei was that she had stepped into an agrarian, somewhat backwards world, where there was nothing anywhere close to modern technology, and she felt panic rise inside of her. Had this been a more technologically advanced world, she was certain that her father would have been able to find what he needed in order to create a new machine and go back home – after she found him, of course. But when she saw Fei, dressed the way he was, she thought that she and her father were both doomed. Without readily-available technology, they would be forced to stay in

Phase One: A Beginning "...but he was more than just a brilliant scientist, he was a good man as well. There are few people I know who are less vain about their accomplishments, and more determined to serve the world, than Arturo de la Luna. He was a man who believed that science should be used for the betterment of humanity, and his work is a testament to that belief. I think all of us here have, at one point or another, been the recipients of his kindness..." Celeste resisted the urge to yawn as another Dean started reading yet another eulogy. She knew she should have been crying – it was her father’s funeral, after all – b