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In the lonely room, the short she-red blood cell sat, carefully planning out her day. She had several catalogs, brochures, and heaven knows what else. Impatiently, she tapped her finger on the table and rested her chin on her opened palm. "I don't know what he likes to do..." she sighed and gazed over at the clock. "Well...aside from killing people and 'happy time'."

It was a special day that day and she stressed on what she wanted to do with him. He was out doing business with other germs, getting money for mostly her, it was her house after all.

The door opened and a voice rang, "Baby, I'm home!" The tall virus was dressed in his normal attire, a long black coat and a gray turtleneck.

The red blood cell jumped and quickly cleared the table before he entered the room. Twisting her body around, she blinked in surprise. "You're just gonna wear that?" her small fingers pointed at him, causing her to make a face.

Wearing his shades, he tipped them down to look at her. Slightly bending forward, his eyes scanned her. "You're not too fancy yourself, baby."

The cell looked down at herself. He was right, she wasn't any more dressed up than he. She wore a simple one sleeved pale green shirt and a matching skirt. "...Touché."

The tall virus chuckled and placed a hand on her back as he walked around her. "So, what do you have planned for us today?" He took off his sunglasses and slipped them into his coat.

"Um...well, I thought we could go out dancing," she scratches the back of her head and laughs lightly.

Cocking a brow, he replied, "It depends on where, baby. I'm not welcomed just anywhere you know."

She nodded, "I-I know...but there is this one place, they have a live band and they play a lot of jazzy songs. I thought you might like it."

He walked over to the couch and rested there for a bit. "Hmm? Jazz...you sure it's a dance type of place, baby?"

"I know it is! I went there before with..." her voice trailed into silence.

The virus noticed this and his eyes locked on her. "With who?"

"My...nobody."

He leaned forward and his eyes still stared into hers. "Do I have to kill someone?"

"No no! He was...just my ex."

"Hm...is that all it was, baby?"

She gave a small nod.

The tall virus stood and walked over to her. Gently, he placed his hand on her shoulder. Then he pushed her into the wall and held her there. A smirk spread across his face as he brought his face closer to hers. Their lips touched passionately for a moment before he pulled away. "I'll go if it means I can replace every single one of those memories of him with memories of me instead." His grin returned.

She blushed. "O-ok." The tiny blood cell threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. "I think you'll like it there." With her smile returning to her face, she thought and grinned even more. She had a surprise for him separate from the date.

"One question, baby."

"Yes?"

"This jazzy place doesn't call for fancy wear does it?"

A bit surprised at his question, she laughed. "No no, what we're wearing is fine."

Extending towards her, his hand clutched onto something. "Open your hands," he ordered. Right after she did so, he dropped a black chain in her hands.

"Huh? Why are you giving me this?"

"Wear it. It compliments your complexion, baby."

"Um...Whatever you say." Slowly, she lifts it over her head to put it on. Resting around her neck casually, she looked up at him. "Look good?"

He smirked, "Fiiiine." As a little extra compliment, he winked at her.

.:*:.

The petite red blood cell stepped out of the passenger seat of the dark colored car. She closed the door and waited for her date, leaning on the car with her arms folded.

He got out of the car as well, he was much taller and it was a bit of a mystery of how he could fit into the car due to his size. "Shall we go in, baby?" he asks her as he offered his hand to her.

Blushing again, she took his hand and they went inside. Music flooded the room, there was a bar and a few small tables for two. As they went in, she hugged his arm. The lights were dimmed and the color scheme was a constant burgundy color, even the band of four cells and viruses wore dark red matching outfits. Together, all the members played a simple, calming jazz song. She looked up at him, "You like it here?"

"It's a nice place to chill, baby," he replied with a smirk. "Let's find a table."

Her arm slipped away from his and the pulled him to the nearest table. "Here, next to the very small dance floor." Gazing down at the wooded dance floor, she smirked and continued, "No really, it's a tiny dance floor space."

Tilting his head slightly, he could easily view the very small space. "You sure it's a dance floor if it's that small, baby?"

She shrugs. "I dunno, I used it as a dance floor the last time I came here with...that-person-who-I-do-not-want-to-mention-again."

"Oh? Well, if that's the case, baby..." He stood up and smirked at her. "Hey fellas, play a nice slow jazzy swing for this little lady right here."

Everyone turned their heads and looked at them. The small band was silent, but took the offer. The lead took hold of the microphone and happily announced, "This next song is for the young red blood cell gal dressed in green." Quickly, the band caught a beat and began to play a rather catchy tune.

The small red blood cell tapped her foot to the music and smiled. "I like it."

With his large claw, the virus offered his hand to her.

"Huh?"

"You didn't think I'd request a song just so you could listen to it, did you?"

"Well...I--"

He took her hand and pulled her into him. Smirking down at her, he began to slowly dance. "Just follow my lead, baby. I know you have two left feet."

Out of slight annoyance, she rolled her eyes. "Right, whatever you say."

"That's right." What began as simple light swaying back and fourth turned into more elaborate dancing and the tall virus lead it all. He dipped her back and kissed her just as the song ended. A small applause was heard in the club, even some of the band members clapped for the single dancing couple.

He let her stand back up and he smirked, "How was that? Unforgettable?"

From all this attention, she turned redder than normal. Her head nodded once and a small grin spread across her face. Once more the two sat down to talk casually.

.:*:.

That night, the couple walked out of the jazz club. The red blood cell's arms wrapped around the virus' single arm. "I had a good time, did you?" Her innocent eyes looked up at his.

"Yes, I did, baby."

"OH! Can you wait by the car? I have to get something a block away."

His brows lifted. "At night, a delicate thing like you?"

"I'll be fine, just wait by the car, I have to get it." Her hand waved in a way that assured him that she would be alright. "I just have to pick it up."

The unimpressed virus leaned back on the car. "You have five minutes," he told her with a cold tone.

"More than enough time!" Beaming, she took off running down the street and stopped at an old building.

She knocked at the door and an elderly white blood cell woman dressed in a light blue dress answered. "Hello?"

"Hi, Grandma, you still have the gifts?"

The old cell smiled, "Oh, why yes I do, sweetie." Reaching under a table, she grabs a simple bag. "Here you go...tell him that I wish you two the best of luck."

Blushing once more, the red blood cell nodded. "Of course, Grandma." Her arms wrapped around the elder and they held there quietly for a moment. "Thank you for holding onto it for me."

"Anything for you, dear."

The two pulled away and the elder went back inside her humble home. The petite red blood cell started back to the car, clutching onto the bag with a grin.

"Hey, girlie...What do you have there?" A voice said to her from behind.

"Huh? None of your business!"

.:*:.

The tall virus waited at the car, slowly becoming very impatient. "Where is that girl? What could she possibly need?" He sneered, but then became silent. Opening the car door, he sat in the seat to at least rest for awhile before she came back.

BANG!

Jerking out of the car, he looked around. He didn't say a word, he only ran in the direction of the gunshot. Suddenly, he realized that it was where his date had run off to. His eyes filled with anger. Turning the corner, he saw two bodies. One laying down, bleeding and the other standing, trying to take a familiar black chain. To his horror, it was her who was bleeding, collapsed on the cold ground.

"Oh, spit," the coward murderer hissed. Dropping the chain that the lifeless blood cell still clung to, he ran.

In shock, the virus came to her and stared at her body. Her fluid leaked from her chest. He eyed the bag next to her, a small black and silver bead laid next to a letter, in her handwriting. It read:

"I know you don't like to receive gifts very much, but I thought you would like to at least let this one slide. It's a bead that I made myself. I really hope you like it. Spent about three years trying to perfect it for that 'someone', you know. I'm just glad that that 'someone' is you.

~Rosy"

Anger blinded him, he picked up the bead and clutched to it. He felt the need to curse and swear, but what good would that do? On one knee, he picked up the lifeless cell and stood back up. Her fluid stained her face and he gazed at her. Gently, he moved her hair from her face. Her expression was calm, but emotionless. Again, he picked up the letter and read the last sentence to himself silently.

"PS - Happy Birthday, Thrax. I love you so much."

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Jazz song that I thought could have been playing - [link]

Song that I thought could have been playing for some of the death scene - [link] (some parts sound sad to me >>; )

This story took two days to think up and finally post on here, I hope you guys liked it.

And if you were wondering, yes, I DID mean to use their names only for the very end.

Thrax (c) Warner Bros
Rosy (c) Me, of course

Description
In the lonely room, the short she-red blood cell sat, carefully planning out her day. She had several catalogs, brochures, and heaven knows what else. Impatiently, she tapped her finger on the table and rested her chin on her opened palm. "I don't know what he likes to do..." she sighed and gazed over at the clock. "Well...aside from killing people and 'happy time'."

It was a special day that day and she stressed on what she wanted to do with him. He was out doing business with other germs, getting money for mostly her, it was her house after all.

The door opened and a voice rang, "Baby, I'm home!" The tall virus was dressed in his normal attire, a long black coat and a gray turtleneck.

The red blood cell jumped and quickly cleared the table before he entered the room. Twisting her body around, she blinked in surprise. "You're just gonna wear that?" her small fingers pointed at him, causing her to make a face.

Wearing his shades, he tipped them down to look at her. Slightly bending forward, his eyes scanned her. "You're not too fancy yourself, baby."

The cell looked down at herself. He was right, she wasn't any more dressed up than he. She wore a simple one sleeved pale green shirt and a matching skirt. "...Touché."

The tall virus chuckled and placed a hand on her back as he walked around her. "So, what do you have planned for us today?" He took off his sunglasses and slipped them into his coat.

"Um...well, I thought we could go out dancing," she scratches the back of her head and laughs lightly.

Cocking a brow, he replied, "It depends on where, baby. I'm not welcomed just anywhere you know."

She nodded, "I-I know...but there is this one place, they have a live band and they play a lot of jazzy songs. I thought you might like it."

He walked over to the couch and rested there for a bit. "Hmm? Jazz...you sure it's a dance type of place, baby?"

"I know it is! I went there before with..." her voice trailed into silence.

The virus noticed this and his eyes locked on her. "With who?"

"My...nobody."

He leaned forward and his eyes still stared into hers. "Do I have to kill someone?"

"No no! He was...just my ex."

"Hm...is that all it was, baby?"

She gave a small nod.

The tall virus stood and walked over to her. Gently, he placed his hand on her shoulder. Then he pushed her into the wall and held her there. A smirk spread across his face as he brought his face closer to hers. Their lips touched passionately for a moment before he pulled away. "I'll go if it means I can replace every single one of those memories of him with memories of me instead." His grin returned.

She blushed. "O-ok." The tiny blood cell threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. "I think you'll like it there." With her smile returning to her face, she thought and grinned even more. She had a surprise for him separate from the date.

"One question, baby."

"Yes?"

"This jazzy place doesn't call for fancy wear does it?"

A bit surprised at his question, she laughed. "No no, what we're wearing is fine."

Extending towards her, his hand clutched onto something. "Open your hands," he ordered. Right after she did so, he dropped a black chain in her hands.

"Huh? Why are you giving me this?"

"Wear it. It compliments your complexion, baby."

"Um...Whatever you say." Slowly, she lifts it over her head to put it on. Resting around her neck casually, she looked up at him. "Look good?"

He smirked, "Fiiiine." As a little extra compliment, he winked at her.

.:*:.

The petite red blood cell stepped out of the passenger seat of the dark colored car. She closed the door and waited for her date, leaning on the car with her arms folded.

He got out of the car as well, he was much taller and it was a bit of a mystery of how he could fit into the car due to his size. "Shall we go in, baby?" he asks her as he offered his hand to her.

Blushing again, she took his hand and they went inside. Music flooded the room, there was a bar and a few small tables for two. As they went in, she hugged his arm. The lights were dimmed and the color scheme was a constant burgundy color, even the band of four cells and viruses wore dark red matching outfits. Together, all the members played a simple, calming jazz song. She looked up at him, "You like it here?"

"It's a nice place to chill, baby," he replied with a smirk. "Let's find a table."

Her arm slipped away from his and the pulled him to the nearest table. "Here, next to the very small dance floor." Gazing down at the wooded dance floor, she smirked and continued, "No really, it's a tiny dance floor space."

Tilting his head slightly, he could easily view the very small space. "You sure it's a dance floor if it's that small, baby?"

She shrugs. "I dunno, I used it as a dance floor the last time I came here with...that-person-who-I-do-not-want-to-mention-again."

"Oh? Well, if that's the case, baby..." He stood up and smirked at her. "Hey fellas, play a nice slow jazzy swing for this little lady right here."

Everyone turned their heads and looked at them. The small band was silent, but took the offer. The lead took hold of the microphone and happily announced, "This next song is for the young red blood cell gal dressed in green." Quickly, the band caught a beat and began to play a rather catchy tune.

The small red blood cell tapped her foot to the music and smiled. "I like it."

With his large claw, the virus offered his hand to her.

"Huh?"

"You didn't think I'd request a song just so you could listen to it, did you?"

"Well...I--"

He took her hand and pulled her into him. Smirking down at her, he began to slowly dance. "Just follow my lead, baby. I know you have two left feet."

Out of slight annoyance, she rolled her eyes. "Right, whatever you say."

"That's right." What began as simple light swaying back and fourth turned into more elaborate dancing and the tall virus lead it all. He dipped her back and kissed her just as the song ended. A small applause was heard in the club, even some of the band members clapped for the single dancing couple.

He let her stand back up and he smirked, "How was that? Unforgettable?"

From all this attention, she turned redder than normal. Her head nodded once and a small grin spread across her face. Once more the two sat down to talk casually.

.:*:.

That night, the couple walked out of the jazz club. The red blood cell's arms wrapped around the virus' single arm. "I had a good time, did you?" Her innocent eyes looked up at his.

"Yes, I did, baby."

"OH! Can you wait by the car? I have to get something a block away."

His brows lifted. "At night, a delicate thing like you?"

"I'll be fine, just wait by the car, I have to get it." Her hand waved in a way that assured him that she would be alright. "I just have to pick it up."

The unimpressed virus leaned back on the car. "You have five minutes," he told her with a cold tone.

"More than enough time!" Beaming, she took off running down the street and stopped at an old building.

She knocked at the door and an elderly white blood cell woman dressed in a light blue dress answered. "Hello?"

"Hi, Grandma, you still have the gifts?"

The old cell smiled, "Oh, why yes I do, sweetie." Reaching under a table, she grabs a simple bag. "Here you go...tell him that I wish you two the best of luck."

Blushing once more, the red blood cell nodded. "Of course, Grandma." Her arms wrapped around the elder and they held there quietly for a moment. "Thank you for holding onto it for me."

"Anything for you, dear."

The two pulled away and the elder went back inside her humble home. The petite red blood cell started back to the car, clutching onto the bag with a grin.

"Hey, girlie...What do you have there?" A voice said to her from behind.

"Huh? None of your business!"

.:*:.

The tall virus waited at the car, slowly becoming very impatient. "Where is that girl? What could she possibly need?" He sneered, but then became silent. Opening the car door, he sat in the seat to at least rest for awhile before she came back.

BANG!

Jerking out of the car, he looked around. He didn't say a word, he only ran in the direction of the gunshot. Suddenly, he realized that it was where his date had run off to. His eyes filled with anger. Turning the corner, he saw two bodies. One laying down, bleeding and the other standing, trying to take a familiar black chain. To his horror, it was her who was bleeding, collapsed on the cold ground.

"Oh, spit," the coward murderer hissed. Dropping the chain that the lifeless blood cell still clung to, he ran.

In shock, the virus came to her and stared at her body. Her fluid leaked from her chest. He eyed the bag next to her, a small black and silver bead laid next to a letter, in her handwriting. It read:

"I know you don't like to receive gifts very much, but I thought you would like to at least let this one slide. It's a bead that I made myself. I really hope you like it. Spent about three years trying to perfect it for that 'someone', you know. I'm just glad that that 'someone' is you.

~Rosy"

Anger blinded him, he picked up the bead and clutched to it. He felt the need to curse and swear, but what good would that do? On one knee, he picked up the lifeless cell and stood back up. Her fluid stained her face and he gazed at her. Gently, he moved her hair from her face. Her expression was calm, but emotionless. Again, he picked up the letter and read the last sentence to himself silently.

"PS - Happy Birthday, Thrax. I love you so much."

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Jazz song that I thought could have been playing - [link]

Song that I thought could have been playing for some of the death scene - [link] (some parts sound sad to me >>; )

This story took two days to think up and finally post on here, I hope you guys liked it.

And if you were wondering, yes, I DID mean to use their names only for the very end.

Thrax (c) Warner Bros
Rosy (c) Me, of course