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I had a deadline for this, so I had to hurry with it and try to make sound as interesting as I could.
Hope you, as a community, don't mind the story and hopefully enjoy it.

Heart By Heart
A Short Story Written By Skyler Jorgensen​

Murder, suicide, and love. They all seem to turn out as the same result. All the time, it seems as a repetitive cycle of complete death. How love fits into this category is simple, because in some cases, the love turns out that the man may be cheating. As a result, the girl or boy begins to get paranoid and soon, once the news is given, it's all over. But what if that theory completly diluted from the world? What would be the result of it? Simplicity is bliss when people say: true love.

The incredibly smooth music of Nujabes plays in the background with one boy, a graffiti artist, is writing down more and more of his 'art' upon a textbook. Each page after another is effort. It may seem like the rebellious shade and stencil you see upon the walls of Shibuya, but this philosophy is different. The more effort into the art, the less cops, so our boy, Caiden Itoshiki, says. The proof has yet to be exampled, due to Caiden's strong legs and incredible endurance. But lately, something stopped him from that.

A girl, to be precise. Her beauty before his eyes, made everything stop. Time, his body, but his heart was beating repeatedly at the gaze of the angelic. But the sirens soon resumed the time that was regretted to exist. Unbelieveably, Caiden continously finds himself facing the same visage of the new love interest, nearly everyday. Each time, he swears he'll trade greetings, but only finds himself locked in nervous habits when he gazes upon her eyes.

How she can still recognize him, beyond Caiden himself. Caiden is that child who never really looks like your local graffiti artist. Instead, your local skater rebel. The tight, faded gray jeans, the short sleeves to reveal his tan line, and not to mention, a trademark of his occupation of a graffiti artist, a chain linking from one belt hole to another. Believe it or not, if you know about the artists around Shibuya, if you see a chain, it tells people to not screw with them.

Unfortunately, it never seems to work with the arrogant audience of the jealous hatred. Continously, you get spammed with yelling and thugs as they claim their areas and draw over your work. Being in Shibuya, you have to learn to keep your graffiti, and if it's written on, better be putting up your fists. Which explains the high increase in the society's criminal rate.

As the Saturday morning passes by for our Caiden, the clock rings dramatically, yet softly into the plain, poster populated room. Smashing the snooze button on his clock, Caiden hopped from his bed. The textbook hitting the ground softly, yet seemingly hard. Walking out from the room, the utilities came with. A belt with graffiti cans largely placed into each hole. A similar design for construction workers, except tricked out for Caiden with studs and a black paint job.

Unfortunately, Shibuya is now under it's heavily guarded protection of massive rent-a-cops. You can pass them, well, before that was. Due to the literacy rate being low for some citizens, the "rent-a-cops" are now armed fully. Any fighting graffiti artists, or any others for that matter, will probably be shot at. Not a pleasant site when there is about five of them who hate you the core of your guts.

Caiden hopped from building roof to roof with only civilians noticing he was abroad the top of the fellow apartment complexes. But when he dropped to go to a nearby tunnel, something stood in his way, yet again. The girl, once again. Caiden stopped before the girl with his eyes never leaving their place. "H-Hey." Caiden began to studder, and wasn't the man for formalities most of the time. "Are y-you -- the graffiti artist from that o-one night?" The studdering wasn't indentified as terror, but more of embarrassment, from the deep crimson cloud across her cheeks.

Feeling the same way as the girl, Caiden then agreed and interrogated politely. "Yeah, that's me." Chuckling whilst contining onto another sentence, Caiden began to smile for once. The girl returned the same smile instantaneously.

"By the way, I never asked this before. W-what is your name?"

The girl was shocked by this question, she never really contacted with boys before due to her shy personality. "Keade. K-Kaede Kanazu." That name rung a bell for Caiden. In fact, Caiden knew it from heart. The Kanazu family once came to Caiden's home in hope for some help with art for their art gallery. Being the amazingly considerate person he was, Caiden agreed and in two days, exampled his greatest work by far.

Smiling of a soft smile, Caiden actually loved the name given to the daughter of the Kanazu family. It explained how artistic their family really, truly was. "It's a beautiful name." Without the blush that Kaede expressed on her complexion, it would be her turn to speak. But, in the end, she actually managed to speak before him.

"What is your name?"

Caiden was actually heart stricken when heard her speak in a full sentence. Her voice was soft, elegant, and just for her appearance. The appearance of a short haired girl with the black hair to represent the beauty that went with her white dress that was a bit frilly, but open with the thin straps and a few inches below the knee clothing. The pure white sandals complimented so much about the girl, it made Caiden feel clean, but a bit rugged at heart.

"It's Caiden. Caiden Itoshiki." The name as well rung a bell to Keade. Which was obvious due to the fact Caiden was the one who compensated for the project of her father's art gallery. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Caiden." The silk of Kaede's skin moved slightly as she held out her hand with her smile bright, as an introduction. Holding her hand smoothly, Caiden shaked it slightly before having his hand returned back to his side. The texture of her silk hands left Caiden in a stand point of love.

The same went for Kaede as Caiden's hands were perfect in texture as well. Big, but however, were smooth no matter. Could this be love at first sight? It was no doubt. Keade noticed that Caiden had his belt strapped to his side, and now was going to start a completely new conversation. "Are you going to go paint?" The blonde beauty was caught off guard once again by the elegant voice Keade had to offer. "Hopefully, but how about I come with you across the shopping center? I mean, it looks like you have some serious groceries."

Kaede couldn't believe that, finally, a boy would be nice to her. She lived a life being neglected by society, but finally, someone would talk to her with such a kind tone of voice. Her heart began to continously beat of the seduction that Caiden provided her. "Sure, why not. But, what are you going to do if the cops see your belt?" Caiden simply replied by hiding the belt under abundant bushes, then wiping off some paint residue. No problem of cleaning up with his hands. Wiping off the paint with no problem, Caiden rubbed his hands under a small fountain nearby before nodding to Kaede.

"No problem at all, Keade." So Caiden said, his heart still repeatedly beating and beating with each anticipation of the future with Kaede ringing within his consciousness. "Thank you, once again, Caiden." Hearing her voice sent his heart to warm up extraordinarily rapidly. The connection between them was becoming connected already with every moment they glanced within each other eyes, thought of each other, and even spoke to each other.

The afternoon passed by rather quickly with picking flowers and not only that, but picking up the elegant groceries that were unusual to Caiden's taste. But from Kaede's thin lips and perfect voice, the food she cooked sounded great in all ways. No matter the look on things with ingredients, all food that Kaede explained sounded delicious. But the day ended with the sun setting, and the two bidding adieu. The two facing each other face to face, Caiden and Kaede faced each other with bright smiles before waving off to each other.

Both doors of each house shut as the parents talked over to them with usual greetings to welcome them home. But something changed within every night they were in each other's bedrooms. None of them were physically in each other's bedrooms, but it felt as if the presence was in each and every room. Their hearts beating every morning and every night thinking of each other. The days passed by on and on with the soon-to-be couple alays chatting and conversing about their lifes and their problems. Always fixing them.

Everything came to a great moment, but one thing got in the way of that, Kaede's father. Always, her father would object to the thought of being with such a rebel. But each time, Caiden would be there to protect her and help her through those situations. And all situations, at that. Caiden would be there any time, and any place, under any circumstances for Kaede. As Kaede was for Caiden.

Through those hard times of his parents fighting, and even through the depressed moments where Caiden thought that his parents would kill each other, Kaede was always there for Caiden. Holding him in her arms, crying with him. They always shared their expressions. Incredibly, their relationship was meant to be. Their hearts were meant to be connected, their lips were meant to be brushed upon each others. And now is the moment, where all of that philosophy, finally comes together in fireworks ever so gorgeous.

The day of the "festival" between Kaede and Caiden's friends was the hopeful day of their relationship to begin. Hopefully, everything will come to its vespertine kiss. The beach was empty, except for the party that was occupping every with the ocean to the sand, for their pleasure of having the best of entertainment of their love. Fortunately, the only love upon the beach was everyone's fun, and the black and blonde hearts upon the tan.

Nightly ringing of yells of fun and laughing, the sand was echoing the footsteps of the teenagers. Each one of them were enjoying every second of the fireworks to the games, and even the meals they shared. It was as if the perfect group of all the aging of the young finally joined for the perfect moment. THe perfect moment of Caiden and Kaede to reunite their feelings. The feelings hidden within their minds, bodies, souls, and hearts for a month.

It may seem short, but their hearts are ready to burst with the love thast surely was going to make the angels jealous. Due to the angels unwilling acknowledgement of the perfect relationship. Nothing could ever get in the way of this ever forever couple. Whilst the party settled down for more fireworks with drinks of soda and water, the two ran off for a while to head over to the bathrooms, but found themselves somewhere else.

Upon the small lake near the grass of the gleaming moon, the two sat under a short, cherry blossom tree. The two finally started to converse through the nervous gleaming of the beautiful vision of the moon.

"Hey, Keade, it sure has been a ride to get where we are."

"Sure has been. But somehow, I feel as if the ride we took, was worth it all." Could this be the one line to start it all?

Caiden blushed through Keade's sweet words of their life together. "I feel the same way. But I feel as if, this ride, was the certain point in my life, which changed it all. The ride of what I truly have hidden, the feeling I never thought would be unlocked. But ... they have been."

Keade was ready to say something before Caiden began to cry slightly. "Caiden ..." Was all she could manage before Caiden began to talk again. "Keade, I feel like this ride was the only thing I needed to finally get away from my cans of paint, and my hidden life of rebellism. You, Keade, were the ride of my life, that led to my feelings. And one feeling finally was unlocked greatly from all of those -- love."

The ever so sudden rain began to pour through the now abundant, yet invisible clouds hovering over them. Rain pouring upon their hair, their clothing, but it didn't matter. The gazing between each other's purple and green eyes set off enough to just keep them from moving. "Caiden, are you saying --"

Caiden didn't mean to interupt, but he never really interuptted once Keade was shocked by her theory. She knew what Caiden was about to say, but she was unsure, due to the fact she hasn't been through these experiences. The same always went for Caiden as well. Never, have they both conversed with the opposite sex without tribulations standing in the way.

"Keade, I love you." And through that crystal clear rain, the rain that made their hearts wet of their passion for each other. Sent their cheeks to inflame of pure, and great pink shading. Within this moment, Keade curled up her legs, and Caiden spred his out partially, as Keade whispered. "I love you, too."

Caiden's hands slightly, but softly, touched upon the ever so silk cheeks of Keade. It would leave Caiden speechless, and not only that would leave him without speech, but the fact that Keade loved him back. That they actually became lovers like this, that they actually became friends like this and had no problem.

Keade and Caiden both shut their eyes with the tears shedding, and their lips, meeting lovingly upon each others. The thin, pink lips connected with each other, as all their hearts and lifes did. This was the decision in the stand point of their lifes, that marked that no matter what, they would be with each other -- forever. The lips never seperated, always staying together in passionality unlike that of their own comprehension.

Finally, the two that were short known by others, but truly in each other's heads and hearts, finally intertwined their love. Connection of what was the pure object of reality, the feeling of true, deep love, was finally realized to the two humans that never knew what it felt like. Until, their meeting of formalities, until everything that they had to do with each other. Not until then, did they both ever know what everyone else felt.

Residing, living, combined, was their love. And let it always stay within the existence of the both of their connected hearts, forever.

If you could have a story in any genre, what would you name it, and what would the story be?

Yes, this is a random thought, but I thought it would work out.
And you can have more than one post and more than one story.

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If I could have a story in the mystery / action genre, I would name it Seductive Miscalculation.
A story of a failed project put into the handed of your everyday business hands, the problem is that this boy knows everything before hand thanks to his professor. But his professor is murdered in the process of telling him one of the greatest secrets. The secret that the boy isn't all but a project, but more of a entity of miscalculated information and data put onto this dimension to ruin the dimension in hopes to return to his own. And now, knowing that the business is corrupting him, the "project" goes against them, but has yet another problem. In fact, two problems: the girl he meets, and the berserk habit he has.

If I could have a story in the romance genre, I would name it The Eight Digits Repeat 'Vespertine'.
The story would be about a girl who lost her life in the mysteries of love. Never being in a relationship, she looks to friends on advice nearly all the time during class and kendo club. Getting at least enough advice, the girl dedicates her life to not getting a relationship, but trying to understand one. Right on the time when she wants to realize the secret, a boy stumbles right into her life. An employee at a cafe named Cliche Pink. There's one problem with meeting this boy, if she was to fall in love with him, she would have to die the same time as him. No matter what.

Last but not least, if I were to have a story in the horror / romance series, I would name it Assasinate My Cessation.
It's pretty blunt in the title itself. A girl who is banned to ever die, somehow gets the sadistic habit to kill people herself. And in the process of this all, she kills her principal, a rapist, two girls who rejected guys like they were toys, and a serial killer. She may be doing it for the good, but something tracks her down. A source of what true killing is. A seemingly innocent boy has no links to killing, neither has he ever been suspected of one. But to be honest, every murder in the city is nearly connected to him. Even if it was his own doing or he planned it. Now, the two find themselves at each other's neck with not knives. But soon, lips.