Story: "The Tear Of An Angel"

►title: The Tear of an Angel

►author's name: Ellasam81

►summary: On a lonely Christmas Eve Mao meets a very special Christmas angel who grants him a Christmas wish...

► genre: Romance

►rating: PG-13

►author's notes: written in collaboration with Princess Serenity-chan

►additional pairings: none

►warnings: none

►word count: 3,776 words

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THE TEAR OF AN ANGEL

It was Christmas Eve and Kyousuke was taking a walk through the neighborhood, feeling low. Having just graduated from university he was doing what every university graduate dreaded the most...looking for jobs. Since his graduation in October he had gone through many interviews, but had either been told that he hadn’t succeeded or, on the few occasions at which he had received good offers, had been appalled by contract conditions that could have barely been called legal. With a sigh tearing from him the young man sat down on one of the benches at the local park and looked at his watch which was showing 3 minutes before midnight. “Soon the bells will start ringing, announcing Christmas day,” he murmured to himself before letting out another dejected sigh for due to his circumstances was neither in Christmas mood nor happy as one ought to be during that time of year.

 

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Calendula

Author: MistyReflections

Title: Calendula

 

Genre: Romance

 

Rating: G

 

Word Count: 1692

 

Summary: Mao realizes that with death comes new life. 

 ~  Calendula ~

 

Staring out the picture window that already had a fine layer of frost collecting along its edges, Hamao Kyosuke sat in the warm apartment he shared with his boyfriend of two years. He watched the people below as they hurried out of the rain and cold, running as they scrambled to get under shelter. In his hand he held what once was a vibrant potted plant; but looking at it now, Mao finally had to admit to himself that it was just a dead potted plant. What used to be lush, green leaves springing out in every direction; now looked brown and dry, just holding on for dear life to a sagging, brittle stick. Beautiful bright orange flowers that would happily greet Mao every time he came home from a hard day at work, were non-existent now; the petals sadly resembled dried out carcasses collecting on the soil at the base of the dead stem.

 

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