So, the last chapter. I'm super happy that I was able to complete this, but at the same time, I'm somewhat saddened by its end. One of those paradoxical moments that just makes you smile at your inward smile, I suppose.

Thank you to everyone for sticking around with me for this long. Hope this last chapter is an enjoyable one! :)


"Not funny," wheezed Yokozawa; just before Kirishima jumped out to yell 'April fools!', Yokozawa seriously thought the letter informing him that he was bankrupt was legit.


For a while now, Yukina had been wanting to dye his hair, just for the experience of it; Kisa had made his opinion expressly known that anything pink or neon was intolerable, and he had the rights to ambush Yukina's hair in the middle of the night if need be.


Yukina came home right after his hair appointment so that Kisa would be the first to see his new hair; bad didn't even begin to describe the dark orange colour, in Kisa's opinion.


When asked by Yukina what Kisa thought of his new hair, Kisa didn't even bat an eye as he said "you look like a walking fruit that's beginning to rot – go wash it out now."


Takano and Yokozawa were in another heated argument, which went somewhat along the lines of Yokozawa saying "unless you're soon to be ascending a throne, you're going to be kissing my ass, not the other way around," and Takano spitting back "give me a fucking break, you just wish you could be kissing my ass!"


The night that they lay in the grass and watched the fireworks, when Hatori made his love confession, was a night that he replayed often whenever he got into a fight with Yoshino, reminding himself just how fortunate he was that Yoshino had said 'yes' and made possible those precious moments that have turned into unforgettable memories.


"You pick up the tab," said Takano nonchalantly, and as Onodera began to protest as to who had the larger salary, Takano declared, rather loudly in the crowded restaurant, that they were having sex that night, and that alone was more than enough to make up for the tab.


"Kirishima," sputtered Yokozawa, eyes twitching, "I said I needed organic ingredients, not orgasmic ingredients – for god's sake, I was planning on making dinner, not engaging you in erotic fantasies!"


It was nights like these, walking through empty streets, the sky clear and the moon full, and Onodera brave and careless enough to reach for Takano's hand while staring up at the stars, that Takano treasured the most.


Hatori didn't know whether to see it as a blessing or a curse, but he definitely knew that when Yoshino woke up, he had better have a damn good reason for why he was crashing, unannounced, in Hatori's bed.

So . . . quick question. Would any of you like for me to continue with a part 2? I can get a list of another 100 random words and work on another set of drabbles. And if I do, would you prefer them to be in this format (ie, single sentences for each word?) or perhaps escalate to writing one shots for each word? (so that I have 100 chapters, where each chapter features a short story based on each of the hundred words).

The decisions lay with you, I'll be happy either way!

AND . . . I'm re-working Parallel – to be honest, I'm not happy with it, and since I have a couple weeks before life gets hectic again, I thought I'd take a crack at that fic, as well as updating Memory.

For those of you who are Eyeshield 21 fans: I'm currently working on the second chapter to 5 Ghosts, and I'm collaborating with the ever talented Unbi to bring forth a Hiruma fic, so please stay tuned!

Arigatou gozaimasu, and cheers to all,