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RULE 1. You can only say Guilty or Innocent.
RULE 2. You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!
Now, here's what you're supposed to do... And please do not spoil the fun. Copy and paste this into your journal, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag 20 of your friends to answer this. Then see what happens.

Tagged by the lovely Meguano



1. Asked someone to marry you?
Innocent

2. Kissed one of your friends?
Innocent

3. Danced on a table in a bar?
Innocent

4. Ever told a lie?
Guilty

5. Had feelings for someone whom you can't have back?
Innocent

6. Ever kissed someone of the same sex?
Innocent

7. Kissed a picture?
Guilty

8. Slept in until 5 PM?
Guilty

9. Fallen asleep at work/school?
Guilty

10. Held a snake?
Innocent

11. Been suspended from school?
Innocent

12. Worked at a fast food chain/restaurant?
Guilty

13. Stolen something?
Guilty

14. Been fired from a job?
Innocent

15. Done something you regret
Guilty

16. Laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose?
Guilty

17. Caught a snowflake on your tongue?
Guilty

18. Kissed in the rain?
Innocent

19. Sat on a roof top?
Guilty

20. Kissed someone you shouldn't?
Innocent

21. Sang in the shower?
Guilty

22. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?
Innocent

23. Shaved your head?
Innocent

24. Slept naked?
Guilty

25. Had a boxing membership?
Innocent

26. Made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?
Innocent

27. Been in a band?
Innocent

28. Shot a gun?
Guilty

29. Donated Blood?
Innocent

30. Eaten alligator meat?
Innocent

31. Eaten cheesecake?
Guilty

32. Still love someone you shouldn't?
Innocent

33. Have/had a tattoo?
Innocent

34. Liked someone, but will never tell who?
Innocent

35. Been too honest?
Guilty

36. Ruined a surprise?
Innocent

37. Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you can't walk afterwards?
Guilty

38. Erased someone in your friends list?
Guilty

39. Dressed in a woman's clothes (if you're a guy) or man's clothes (if you're a girl)?
Guilty

40. Joined a pageant?
Innocent

41. Been told that you're handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?
Innocent

42. Still have communication w/ your ex?
Innocent

43. Cheated on someone?
Innocent

44. Get totally drunk one night and you have an important exam tomorrow morning?
Innocent

45. A total stranger treated you by paying your fare?
Guilty

46. Get totally angry that you cried so hard?
Innocent

47. Tried to stay away from someone for their own good?
Guilty

48. Thought about suicide?
Guilty

49. Thought about murder?
Guilty

50. How about Mass Murder?
Guilty

51. Rode in a stranger's vehicle?
Guilty

52. Stalked someone?
Innocent

53. Had a girlfriend/boyfriend
Innocent

I can't be asked to tag
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Deck the hall with Silver’s blushes, tra la la la, don’t kill me

“For the last time,” Silver snapped, eyes on the files he was rifling through. “I’m not going to partake in your ridiculous customs. I’m not Christian, I’m not even technically European. I was born before Sweden became part of the EU.”

Rolling his eyes, Fade slung an arm around his shoulders much to the silver man’s disdain. “Everyone celebrates Christmas these days. Even Americans and they were never part of Europe.”

“Yes they were.”

“Technicalities!” Fade said airily waving aside the point. “Look, Christmas is a time for celebration, trees, turkey, mistletoe, presents. You never know, there could be something nice waiting for you.”

“Your death?” Silver asked, dead pan.

With a snort, Fade shook his head. “If Redmon has her- woah!” He immediately released Silver and sprang back several steps. “Close one.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Silver demanded, turning on the spot.

Instead of answering, Fade pointed upwards. A bunch of green leaves and white berries dangled from the ceiling.

“Seriously?”

“Hey, the twins managed to get a spell circle put on them,” Fade protested. “Apparently it enforces the mistletoe law.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Silver sighed. Tucking the files under his arm, he stepped purposely under the mistletoe and turned in a circle. “Look, no effect.”

Before he could step out again, the twins came hurtling down the corridor. They expertly dodged the mistletoe and continued on their way, waving a familiar black and silver cane above their heads.

“Get back here!” a voice bellowed. A certain blond came charging after them. Unaware of his surroundings in his sudden anger, he crashed straight into Silver. The pair toppled over, hitting the sudden barrier that had sprung up around them.

Pushing Kuri away, Silver stared around in alarm. “Oh, you’ve got to be joking.”

“I warned you!” Fade sang, sauntering over. “Now you have to follow the rules.”

“What rules?” Silver demanded.

Rather than have Fade answer, Kuri snapped, “What rules do you think? Two people trapped under mistletoe, it doesn’t take a genius to work out what’s wanted.”

Silver stared at him.

“No.”

“Wasn’t asking,” Kuri stated. “I’d rather die a thousand times than think about kissing you.”

“Good because that’s what would need to happen.”

They glared at each other for several moments before whirling around to face opposite directions. Arms folded, faces set in scowls.

*

“It’s been an hour,” Aoi groaned. “Will the pair of you just kiss and get this over with?”

Glaring at him, Kuri leaned as close as the barrier would allow. “What are you still doing here?”

“The alcohol dispensers don’t react to my thumbprint anymore so I need yours,” Aoi explained looking bored. “You’re the only one who hasn’t been banned yet.” Unsurprising really considering last year’s Christmas party. There were only about two drinking people who didn’t have to be locked up, one of which was Kuri.

“Go find someone else,” he ordered. “Leave me alone.”

After a little more complaining, Fade suddenly appeared beside him and presented him with an override code. With a smirk at the pair, he led Aoi away leaving Silver and Kuri with a sudden peace and quiet.

There was a long pause.

“You know,” Kuri said slowly. “I probably need to go after them. They’ll get ridiculously drunk and break things and-”

Eyebrow raised, Silver twisted around to fix him with a stare. “Are you saying you actually want to kiss me?”

“No!” Kuri snapped. “I’d rather die.”

“But you were just giving a very convincing argument on why we should,” Silver replied, eyes glittering with a patronising smirk. “So could it be that you are hiding desire for my luscious lips behind cold reason?”

Temper snapping, Kuri smacked him.

*

No matter the season or state of the members, council meetings always went ahead. One time, during the Tudor period, they’d been forced to hold a meeting in a morgue due to one of their members (Fade) being officially dead and unable to leave for legal reasons (and being a lazy arse). Despite the rise in modern technology, there were some meetings that needed to happen in person. Which was why the Union Corporations council was forced to convene in the main corridor.

Despite being unable to leave, Silver found that objects could be passed through the barrier. So he was gifted a chair and allowed to lay his files out on the table that had been relocated to there.

Fade was more than a little inebriated requiring Rain to take his place (not much change there, then). The Chairman found the entire thing hilarious though he had long since perfected the art of looking extremely bored. Rather more unsubtle were Ivory, who had almost bitten her lip off struggling not to laugh, and Redmon who took advantage of the situation by poking Silver with her sword and laughing hysterically when he was unable to retaliate.

Ebony was doing a much better job at composure. Perhaps the only one unamused by the situation was Quartz. She surveyed them all with unimpressed amethyst eyes and sighed a lot.

The cause of their amusement wasn’t entirely the situation. It was more the fact that, due to the lack of space, Kuri had draped himself over Silver and was reading the files over his shoulder. Unashamedly loud, he pointed out flaws, picked apart anything and everything, generally playing devil’s advocate whenever possible.

“I will shove this folder down your throat,” Silver hissed, brandishing it at him.

“You’re like an old married couple,” Rain laughed, earning two sets of pale glares. “It’s the truth.”

“Shut up, Sleet,” Silver snapped. “And get off me!” With an over exaggerated sigh, Kuri leaned back against the barrier. This however did nothing more than aggravate Silver further. “Fine!” He leaped to his feet, whirling around to face Kuri. “Let’s just do it and you can get out of my hair.”

Eyebrow raising, Kuri folded his arms. “I thought you said I’d need to die a thousand times before I could kiss you.”

“Trust me,” Silver said, eyes flashing. “That can be arranged.”

Polishing his nails, Kuri looked down at his hands. “So not only do you want to kiss me, you’d also like to kill me? I’m really not sure about this whole BDSM direction our relationship appears to be taking.”

Redmon guffawed, smacking the table with the hilt of her sword. “Really now, Silvia? Whoever would have thought?”

Sitting back down in disgust, Silver threw his pocket watch at her.

*

Three hours, twenty seven minutes and thirty four seconds. That’s how long they’d been forced to spend in those ridiculous circumstances. Most of that had been enduring the meeting. Only two bills had been passed before it was deemed too public for any confidential matters to be discussed. Consequently, the meeting was postponed until the next day.

As Quartz’s servants removed the table, the Chairman himself approached Silver. Kuri turned away to avoid his piercing yellow gaze.

“Fix this,” the Chairman ordered. “Solve this problem as soon as possible.” With that he strode away to where his wife stood waiting for him. She shot another purple eyed glance of disapproval in their direction before departing.

“You heard father,” Ivory chuckled, her black eyes glittering. “Kiss now or expect your seat to be replaced. I heard that Cheshire was looking for a promotion.”

“Go blow yourself up,” Silver snapped. With another laugh, she left, slinging an arm around her drunken brother’s shoulder to guide him down the corridor.

Alone again, Silver kicked the chair away with a vicious snarl.

“Temper temper,” Kuri warned. He was sitting with his back against the barrier, eyes closed and feigning sleep.

“This is your fault,” Silver growled. “If you hadn’t come charging down the corridor like an idiot then-”

“You wouldn’t have been forced to lose your fake composure and act with some kind of genuine feeling for the first time in your life?” Kuri asked, eyes snapping open. “If it means not having you lie to me, then I only half regret getting stuck in here with you.”

Face crinkling in a look of disgust, Silver scoffed. “God, don’t go getting sentimental on me now, Kuri. Anyone would mistake this for some stupid fanfiction.”

“Maybe it is,” Kuri mused. “It certainly feels like one. Hey!” he shouted at the ceiling. “Is this fanfiction?”

There is no answer as the author doesn’t approve of the fourth wall being broken during pieces like this.

“Good,” Silver muttered. “Breaking the fourth wall gives me a headache.”

Another stretch of silence.

“So,” Kuri said slowly.

“Yeah,” Silver grumbled.

“It doesn’t have to be much,” Kuri said. “Just a quick kiss.”

“A quickie.”

“Don’t say that.” He ignored Silver’s confusion and got to his feet. “Alright, so… uh. Should we close our eyes or…?”

With an exasperated sigh, Silver grabbed Kuri’s face and pulled it towards him.

“Hey!” Kuri yelled, slamming a hand between them. “Don’t act like you’re the dominant one in the relationship.”

“There isn’t a relationship,” Silver growled. “There’s no one else here but that might not last. So stop whining and just get this over with.”

Kuri smacked him.

After another moment of glaring, Kuri relented and allowed Silver to kiss him quickly. They leaped away from each other, faces twisted in disgust.

“We must never speak of this again,” Silver ordered, gathering up his things.

“Agreed.”

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The streets of London were dangerous at this time of night. Exactly how Ren liked it. As the clock ticked closer to midnight, he felt it was time to stretch his legs. Jasper and Satra glanced up at him from the sofa as he stood, stretching.

“Heading out?”

With a grin, he nodded. “Gotta pay my rent some way,” he said, grabbing his hoodie from where it lay crumpled on the table. “‘Sides, I still owe Pretty Boy a tenner for those fags last week.”

Rolling their eyes in unison, the pair looked back at their laptops. “Die and I’ll kill you,” Satra said by way of encouragement.

“As if!” Ren laughed, tugging his hood down. The door slammed closed behind him as he stalked out into the darkness.

Around him, the street lamps threw a dim orange sheen over everything. It sent amber sparks running along the contours of the time turner around his neck. The red sand lay at the bottom, glinting ever so slightly from behind the glass. Green LEDs around the metal casing hinted to its electronic additions.

For the first street, he walked alone. But as he turned into the back allies, people began to appear. A lot of them were hooded like him. A few were headed in the same direction. Just a trickle at first, a tiny handful of youths that the other back alley inhabitants gave a wide birth. Then, as they neared their destination, that trickle became a stream and then a crowd. A huge, teeming mass of bodies pressed together.

They crowded outside an abandoned warehouse. Waiting eagerly for the doors to be unchained. For the Fight Club to begin. But for now, they milled about, talking, trading information, money or drugs. These were the shadowy people. The thugs and criminals from the back alleys that normal people avoided like the plague.

Just Ren’s type.

Most here were regulars but there were also a lot of new faces. Some new to the area, others new to this kind of event entirely. The latter type were obvious from the mixed feelings of awe, fear and excitement on their faces.

At the stroke of midnight, the chains rattled and the doors were pulled open. Whooping and cheering, they surged forward. Huge muscled bouncers blocked their way, forcing them to enter two at a time and only if they were able to hand over a ticket, twenty pound note or, in Ren’s case, flash a certain tattoo.

Being a regular competitor really had its advantages.

The warehouse was mostly empty; it needed the space to house so many people. There was a bar at one end, a registration desk and betting station situated at the other. In the centre, a large area was fenced off with metal barriers. The type you see at festivals and concerts. Another similarity was in the speakers strapped securely to metal poles dotted about the hall.

Staff members in black and white shirts were double checking the lights and sound systems. That day’s referee, a thirty something guy with black hair, was lounging against the wall as a blue eyed girl fiddled with his mic.

As the crowd filtered in behind him, Ren sauntered toward the registration desk. All competitors had to register at some point or they wouldn’t be paid.

“Trestan,” the girl there greeted him, scrawling his name down. “Haven’t seen you for a while.”

“Miss me?” he asked with a smirk and a quirk of his eyebrows.

She snorted. “As if. Putting anything in?”

“You think I’d be here if I had money?” It wasn’t a serious question and they both knew it.

“Yes,” she said, regardless.

With a laugh, he conceded the point. “Eh, whatever. Put me down for five rounds. I’m feeling a little tender tonight.” They were both fully aware that he’d undoubtedly double the estimate at the very least. It didn’t really matter. So long as he won.

Fingers tapping against the time turner, he headed towards the arena. Once he may have swaggered or strutted but these days he was content with something more relaxed. Confidence rolled off him in waves. Many people said he was arrogant and conceited. Perhaps he was. He’d yet to be proved wrong about himself.

“Who’s that?” he heard someone ask.

“Trestan,” another replied. “He’s king of the castle. You’re gonna have to get through him if you plan on getting to the top.” Ah, a hopeful newcomer with dreams of money and fame.

“Any tips?” Ren paused to allow a studded couple to pass. “Anything at all?” He knew exactly what was coming next.

“He only ever fights for one and a half minutes,” the regular said. “Got a little timer round his neck. If it beeps he throws the fight and you win by default.”

“That’s kinda stupid,” the newcomer said. “Why does he have such a weird rule?”

There was a pause. “It’s the only thing that keeps his opponents alive.” Taking that as his cue, Ren looked over at the pair, one a familiar guy named Rufus, the other a stranger with curly hair. Their speech halted when they met his gaze. Slowly, he smiled. A wolfish, shark like grin. He was glad to see the newcomer shiver.

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1m 0.09s the text read. It was from Kami. The latest score in a competition between the two boys. It was also three seconds better than Terone’s best. That would have to change and fast.

If Satra or Ren knew about the little game their friends played, they never expressed so. They took it in turns, Kami and Terone, to find someone, charm them and ensnare them. Ensnaring could happen in a variety of ways but the one they usually recognised at this stage was leaving the place of meeting with the victim in tow.

If he didn’t beat Kami’s score, then he’d have to buy the kid lunch. For such a small boy, it was amazing how many expensive cakes he could devour in a single sitting.

Banishing the message and retrieving a timer app, Terone glanced around the room for a likely target. There were a few. A pretty girl in a long silver dress had blushed when he’d caught her eye earlier. Then there’d been that awkward one with the dip dyed dreads who’d looked extremely out of placed in their battered hoodie. They’d peeked out shyly from behind their hair at him as he’d passed, looking down instantly when he’d smiled. No, he decided, it had to be the dark haired boy who was doing a bad job at sending him subtle glances.

If he wanted to beat Kami he needed someone easy.

At that moment, the target was at the buffet table talking absently with a girl in a blue suit. Probably about canapés. They did seem rather intrigued by the little snacks they were inspecting. Brushing his fringe away, Terone fixed his eyes on his prey and took a moment to prepare. Then he moved out, hand in his pocket, finger hovering over the timer trigger.

“… think it’s fish,” the boy was saying, frowning at the morsel.

“Salmon actually,” Terone said, tapping the phone and quickly removing his hand. “With cucumber.” The girl looked disgusted and immediately placed the canapé back down. The boy also looked a little perturbed by the idea.

“People actually eat this?” he snorted. When he saw that it was Terone speaking, his breath hitched in his throat and a faint blush coloured his cheekbones.

“Not me,” Terone replied breezily. Purposely brushing against the boy’s chest, he reached out and dipped a finger into the treacle sauce. “I’ve always preferred sweet things.” Locking eyes with the boy, he slowly sucked the finger into his mouth, eyelashes half lowered. The boy looked transfixed. Finger lingering at his bottom lip, Terone smiled, slow and sensual. With a glimmer of veiled desire, he set his eyes meandering across the boy’s form. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

Mutely, the boy nodded, hazel eyes wide.

Hands dropping to his sides, Terone tilted his head toward the doors. Apparently having forgotten his suited companion (much to her amusement), the boy stepped shakily forward, his knees reduced to jelly.

Tongue darting out across his lips, Terone turned and led the boy away. Reaching once again into his pocket, he tapped the phone and risked a quick peek. 36.29 seconds. Your move, Kami.
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Crowded places. Those were his favourites. A place with lots of people all crammed together in a single space, a constant shifting river of faces and lives. Thousands of red threads wove their way through the mass, twisting, knotting and tangling into an indecipherable mess. Leaning over the barrier around the upper floor, Kami stared down at the teeming crowd. Heathrow airport, it didn’t really get much busier than that in London. Hands clasping together, he closed his eyes and let the noise rush over him. Hundreds and thousands of voices each one distinctive and unique. Full of life, vigour and purpose.

“Are you alright, little boy?” His eyes snapped open and he looked slowly around. There was a woman standing behind him, her brown eyes gleaming with concern. Her skin was lightly tanned, edges of paler skin glimmering from around her watch. Newly returned from a sunny holiday. “Are you lost?” Most people assumed he was a lot younger than he actually was, this woman seemed no different.

Letting his eyes widen in a picture of helpless innocence, Kami nodded, bottom lip trembling. “Mummy told me to wait here b- but she’s been gone a long time.” As he spoke, his hand slipped into his pocket, tapping the surface of his phone.

Instantly, the woman’s eyes hardened into a look of fierce protectiveness. A mother herself no doubt. “When did you last see her?” she asked, drawing closer to him.

“About… half past nine,” he said slowly, scrunching up his face as though in deep thought. All the while he kept his eyes on her, more specifically her fate thread. Oh she’d been through a lot this one. There was loss in her past. A death. Of her child perhaps? Was this why she had been on holiday? Seemed likely.

“But that was four hours ago!” Alarm and anger shone in her face. “You’ve been up here all this time?”

Mutely, he nodded. “I’m very hungry,” he added in a mumble, just to see her outrage increase.

“I’ll get you something,” she said firmly, reaching for his hand. “Do you want me to call security?”

A little alarmed, Kami shook his head. “N-no! The man in the black coat said not to a- and mummy said to wait here and do what I was told.”

It was obvious in her face that she was buying every word. A tantalising chance to redeem herself, cleanse her mind of whatever horror that had snatched her own child away, was being dangled before her. And she was going to reach for it with both hands. “I’m going to get you some food. Then I’m going to help you find your mum.” Her words were final, determined. It was going to be so fun to watch her crumble.

The joy he sent beaming across his expression clearly melted her heart. Pathetic. The woman was already ensnared and he’d barely known her two minutes. Beat that, Terone, he thought to himself as the woman led him towards the nearest café.

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