From Brago to Sherry

Hey there! This is my first Zatch Bell fanfic.

Maybe some of you like the word mamodo better but because i'm not use to it, i prefer 'Demon'.

And sorry if there's any misspelled or grammatical error, I'm still learning.

Hope you can enjoy this.

=b3by=

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From Brago to Sherry

Today was the hardest day in her whole journey whit Brago. Clear was very though opponent, the strongest they ever fight. If it wasn't because Zatch was there, Brago and her wouldn't be here at the time.

_Even if his clothes are torn apart, all his wounds already healed perfectly_, Sherry thought silently. She already saw him for thousands times that she knows every curves of those muscular body of her demon. But the view still make her blushed, furthermore, Brago's body has grown so much after the lonely training Dufort told him to do.

He just sat there, in front of her, folding his arms like he always did, closed both of his eyes. No wonder if he's tired. Tia's spell indeed healed their heart's power and scars, but the tiredness stay on their body.

"Hey Brago, are you awake?"

The Demon boy open one of his eyes and looked at her uninterestedly, "what?"

"what do you think about Kiyomaro's request? To wait for three months?"

"what do you mean?"

"nah, forget it."

Sherry turned her gazes to the plane's window, Watching the star flickering the light.

Yes, Brago will never undertand the question she just told. He probably thought to keep training the whole three months from now. But, well, training is fine. Brago could train her as he wants. For the sake of making Brago the king, for the sake of the promise that tied them down, Sherry will do anything.

Sherry closed her eyes. _She is sleeping,_ is what Brago thought. This human is amazing. Her strength, her endurance, still amaze Brago after all this years they have been fighting together. Even if there's a time when she showed her weakness and make Brago mad, she never make Brago lost to anyone.

He looked at her clothes, it's slightly torned. There are some blood here and there, but after all, she was fine. Brago let the sighed of relieved from her mouth.

There's still three months left before the final fights. And nothing bad should ever happen to Sherry.

XxX

_This was the best battle ever_, though Brago, _That crying insect did well to get this far_. Brago could felt his own power and Zatch's pushing each other, _Magnificent! It's really magnificent! _No, it's not only his power, he could felt Sherry's heart power also flowing in from the spell she screamed, support him like always. _and this one too. _Brago can't help but smiled.

_Brago is smiling?_

Sherry poured another heart's power to the book. Yeah, she couldn't loose at this fight. Brago must win, _today will be Brago's!_

_We absolutely can't lose.._

_I won't be a burden anymore.._

_I'll push Brago's power.. to the end!_

_Brago! _She screamed his name on her heart. Again and again as it gives her more power. More power to support him. To support Brago. To support the ones her heart yearns to. The one she love.

_Brago!_

But the moment Bou Zakeruga came at them, Sherry knows..

They were lost.

No, they're the strongest, they couldn't have been defeated, she couldn't loose Brago, his book still on her hand, but it's shine.. it's no longer shining.

Sherry keep poured her Hearts's power to it, but there's nothing left inside of her heart but despair.

"You did well, Sherry."

Sherry held up her head, she wasn't sure where those words come from.

"You did well to fight this far together with me, well if you hadn't been my partner I wouldn't have been able to fight this far."

Those words Brago said even made Sherry forget her cry. She stopped crying without knowing when.

Brago could felt it from their connected heart, she's desperately trying to use more spell, desperately denying their lost, desperately trying to denying that he's going to gone. So desperate that it's hurt Brago.

He reached out to her hand, grabbed it, made the book fell down,

"I'm happy to have you as a partner."

and those final words break Sherry from inside, she cry deeply on Brago's back. Feeling that cold hand's of that demon on hers. Absorbing the scent of Brago as much as she can. Until he's completely gone. Yes, gone forever.

XxX

She is still thinking about that demon even if a month has pass by. Accepting the fact that she will never see that Demon didn't became any easier. She keep expected him to came to the room wherever she is. Even her body express it by felt wrong every time she didn't practice like she do with Brago.

She was resting and drink a tea when her butler came in hurry, bringing a black envelope on his hand.

"Sherry-sama! A letter from _him!_"

_Sherry, _

_How are you? You're fine, off course. My parents made me write that. They wants to thanks you for what you've done for me when I'm on human world._

_I really don't know what to write. Zatch and the other told me to tell you what I've been doing without you, here in Demon world._

_Well, I go to school to study, go home and training. But all of my sparing partner are nothing compared to you. Yes, they're stronger, but I dunno for sure, there's something they're lack of._

_Sherry, have you ever wonder, what would happen if we burn Zatch's book when we first beat them? One thing for sure, he wouldn't have the crown in her head like now. But what will happened with the world? Will it stay the same? There's many thing happened in our world when we're still in yours. If we beat that brat at that time, what will happen? Will I be the one with the crown right now? But is it matter?_

_I may lost from him on our battle to win those crown, but I'm glad that we didn't burn his book the time we beat him for the first time. I'm glad that we waited three months before battled him. I'm glad to have you as my partner in longer time._

_There must be something wrong with me nowadays, whenever I fight, I heard your spell on my ears. I feel your presence wherever I am and it's bugging me that you aren't here. I don't know why it's happen, and why I felt that I should tell you._

_All the demon kids are trying to find the way to connected our world again even if the old people said no. I understand the reason they forbid it but I also can't help but do the same like any other kids._

_I'll definitely comeback to you if that's happened and we will fight next to each other again that day. 'cuz no other human or even demon would do but you, Sherry._

_Brago_

_ps: keep practice but don't over do it either way you would be useless for me_

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From Brago to Sherry by b3by


The Fish Net Fight

(Written with AfterDarkHours)

This is merely a spoof of episode 12, all it is, is some lightearted fun and a bunch of girls at a sleepover with crazy, overreactive imaginations that will surely drive us to insanity one day (maybe it's already happened? Eh.). It all was born from someone's (not saying who) drawings... Flames will merely be considered more reviews, so please, do submit your thoughts! And don't hate us 'cause of this story... It's true, he does wear a thing that looks like a bra, deal with it.

Disclaimer: This isn't owned by us, this is, err, well, maybe not the plot, but the characters are owned by Makoto Raiku.

Oh, and don't come at us with pitchforks and knives and plan to kill us, 'kay? We all love Brago (and Sherry) too! But we were bored...

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As the sun shone high in the sky, Brago stood there, looking at a large alligator. The alligator snarled...Brago sneered. "You don't want to mess with me..." he warned.

"ROAR!" the large amphibian cried.

Brago rammed his fist into the alligator's jaws. It continued to snarl and snap its jaws. This angered the demon. He gritted his teeth in aggravation. He then said, "You...will...die..."

The alligator launched itself at him and opened its mouth wide. Brago swerved, but the alligator managed to bite the edge of his black furry cloak, pulling it off. And what was under there? Nothing but a thin, fish net bra with sleeves. Brago snatched his cloak back quickly and turned it into a stuffed raccoon. This lured the alligator to bite it, causing it to choke while trying to swallow the cloak.

Brago took off his black fuzzy pants and stuffed those into the alligator's mouth for good measure. He scratched his butt. "This fish net underwear gives me wedgies," he complained.

He shrugged his shoulders and held out his hand. "Whatever." He curled his fingers in an angry motion. "Gigano... FISH NET BRA WITH SLEEVES!"

Brago glared at his hand when he realized it hadn't worked. The fish net bra with sleeves covered the alligator's eyes temporarily, but then fell into the murky swamp water.

"Well... let's try that again," Brago said with a sigh. He set up with his hand out in front of him again. "Gravi... FISH NET UNDERWEAR!"

This time it worked. The fish net underwear wrapped around the alligator's body, preventing it from moving. Brago finished it off with a quick slash of his claws. "Now why didn't I just do this to begin with?" he wondered. His shoulders moved up in a quick shrug. "Whatever. Let's get this back to Sherry."

With one quick motion he hoisted the large beast up onto his shoulder with a small, "Humph."

His blonde partner was just reaching down to get an apple when Brago walked into the clearing. Her hands gripped the apple as he said, "Uh...Sherry..."

She glanced up then looked back down. Quickly her head shot back up as she registered what she had just seen. A blush crept along her neck and up to her cheeks.

"Uh... do you think you could go to a store and buy me some new clothes? I kinda lost mine while getting dinner." Brago looked down at himself, then back at Sherry. "What?"

She was silent for a moment before standing up and glancing at the apple in her hand, then back at Brago, and back down at the apple. Sherry gripped the apple tightly before chucking it as hard as she could at the demon's head. It hit him smack in the forehead as he staggered a moment and then tumbled to the ground. The alligator collapsed on top of him. "GAH!" he yelled.

"Of course I'll go to the store for you. Do you seriously think I'm gonna let you walk around in the nude like that?" Sherry turned and stalked through the forest toward the town, while in the background Brago struggled underneath the massive alligator.

"WHAT DID I DO?"

_FIN_

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The Fish Net Fight by thetingirl


I love you

**Well you guys, I was up late and was suffering from severe sugar highness. SO I deiced to write this little ditty of lemon, actually it's more like lemon scented...I don't own Zatch Bell.**

They lay in bed together, the soft moonlight pooling over them through the window, the only source of light in the room. But it was enough for Wonrei, enough for him to see every detail of her face, the way her hair flowed round her bare shoulders, the small glint of light in her eyes as she stared sleepily at him. Her breath was still rough, coming heavily, and there was a small smile on her lips.

It was Lien's first time; his as well. And it had been so perfect, so very unexpected as well. They had been together for some time, nearly three years now. Their relationship had been frowned upon by many; Lien's father and other mamodo. But they didn't listen, the insults and discouragement, were just buzzes in their ears now.

Their relationship was a strong one; the more and more battles they went through the more it hurt, the enviable departure factor. But their fights seemed to only strengthen their relationship. After each battle, they'd come back to each other, needing each other, understanding each other more. He'd found out, that underneath the tough appearance she tried to make around other people, she was frail, oh so frail, and deeply in need of someone to be her backbone, her support. And he had taken the place gladly, had been there when she needed a shoulder to cry on, someone to listen, someone to love. She cried so easily; he hadn't been very surprised about that.

Lien was the only person he truly loved, and to lose her, it felt like he would lose anything. He had been wary of being with her at first, just because of the difference speices of beings. They hadn't started out as a couple; just, every now and then, they'd just spend more and more time getting closer. Neither knew exactly what was going on between them; they just knew that there was an attraction, a strange, unexplainable attraction that they couldn't' resist. Lien had been the first to admit her feelings, though, even as she confessed them, she hadn't been entirely sure _what_ she felt; she had just known that she had never felt these feelings in her whole life.

He had been scared, and even tried to push her away, telling her that he hated her. This relationship was dangerous, to be with a mamodo in battle. It dangerous your life, and he didn't want to put Lien in the position where she'd get hurt. But, he couldn't stay far from her long, and vowed to always try to protect her.

Her eyes were closed now; she had fallen asleep. They were at her grandparents' house, in Lien's room. They were home, but Wonrei didn't care. They were downstairs, most likely wondering about the wedding that their granddaughter told them about, yet wouldn't happen. No one knew Wonrei was over in Lien's room; he had sneaked in through Lien's window.

They hadn't planned to go all the way; Wonrei sometimes came secretly over, in through her window, when he couldn't bear being alone at night This time, one thing had led to another, and they ended up sleeping together. They didn't regret it though;Wonrei never felt better in his life, knowing she was there, that she loved him, four weeks ago, he had heard Lien confine to Megumi that she could never sleep with anyone unless she loved them. Just that thought, that knowledge made all his blood rise to his face, for she had told him two seconds after she reminded him that she loved him.

But, he knew that one day, it would end. Any day a mamodo could come and burn his book, and he'd be gone, they'd be apart forever. It would happen, despite how much he wanted to pull her close and tell her they'd be together forever. They weren't and she'd probably hate him for it. He knew her too well. He was flawed, so greatly flawed because of the damn battle that he was a forced participant in, and it was an unforgivable flaw. But, he greatly wished she would love him no matter what.

He leaned over to her, and kissed her softly. "I love you," he whispered, stroking her cheek.

**Aw...Wasn't that cute? Don't flame please.**

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I love you by Random Coupler


ZB and Ki

Hey!

Have been writing short, stupid poems lately for school, and just felt like writing this quickly, so here ya' go! Oh, and update I will(Yoda, seeing Ep.3 tomorrow) my story next week(or maybe the week after, more info why later).

**Written and Posted on:** May 20th, 2005

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**_Kiyo_**

Me and Zatch

fix another batch

of his favorite cookies.

Zatch and me,

later eat them as we sip on tea,

just Zatch and me.

Two friends,

caught on the latest trend,

of mamodo fighting.

My dork and I,

still watch Bill Nye the Science Guy,

simply my dork and I.

Me and Z.B.,

We watch out for me and he,

do all we can do, just me and he.

_**Zatch**_

Kiyo and I,

see eye to eye,

though he is slightly taller than my eye.

Me and Kiyo,

he's as cool as Neo(Matrix),

I'm as handsome as Leo(Dicaprio).

He is my bud,

for even if I make him fall in the mud,

he is- and always will be- my bud.

Kiyo is the best,

better than the rest,

I often put his patience to the test,

thank god he is still full of zest!

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Kinda odd. But, I'm tired. And I wrote this in less than 10 mins., so, right! Till next time, buh-bye!

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ZB and Ki by Serenity Meowth


The Lullaby

_**The Lullaby **_

_**By Coco Gash Jirachi **_

_**Disclaimer: I don't own Konjiki No Gasshu Beru! Or "Mordred's Lullaby" by Heather Dale.**_

_**Summary: AU. OOCness. Use of Japanese names. Through Zeon's eyes, we see his real reason for wiping away Gasshu's memories. Implied incest, rated M for a reason. **_

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I had to do it... though it pained me, I had to do it... I did it... I admit it. I won't run away from my actions. I did it.

I, am the one, who wiped my little twin brother Gasshu's memories away.

No one understands... he brought me pain... not physical pain, but emotional, mental pain...

How could an aloof six year-old do that? One simple three-word answer:

I. Love. Him.

It isn't the touchy-feeling adorable "I'll always protect you, Brother" sibling love... it's from the bottom of my heart, and then up.

I love him. More than I should.

It... all started... back in the Underworld...

Father had put me through intense training that day. I was broken, bleeding. Alone, in my bed chambers, I curled up in my bloody white robe, tears in my eyes. I had already known I had a little brother back then, I knew that he held Baou, and I had hatred growing toward him that day. I kept on muttering "Damn him... damn him to hell...", I just couldn't take this much longer...

Gasshu, though, had been passing by the castle, and somehow heard me sobbing as I mentally began to break. I contemplated suicide very thoroughly, then etched it off of the list and considered running away or exile. Gasshu climbed up the vines that lead up to my window, jumped off of the window sill, and then landed on his feet on the floor, all without me noticing.

"Hey, kid, what's the matter? What are you crying for?" I heard his child-like, Angelic voice for the very first time.

I jerked my head, sniffled, and looked over my shoulder. When my eyes laid onto him, I thought he looked like too much of an Angel to ever be related to a beast such as I.

Those two, goldfish-orange eyes of his, which glimmered in what light came through the window he stood in front of.

His shiny, soft, golden-blonde hair was wet- he'd obviously been swimming, hence the fact he held two struggling yellow tail fish in his arms. (... Now that I think about it, how the hell did he climb up the vines with two fish in his arms? Damn, he's good...)

His peach-tan, soft, rosy skin seemed to glow from the dampness he had, and his blue robe that matched my white one just proved he was Gasshu Beru.

_Prince,_ Gasshu Beru.

My little brother.

... The flesh of my blood... an Angel himself...

"You look like you're hurt." Gasshu said, worry in his eyes. He took a few steps closer to me. "You don't mind me being here, do you?"

Slowly, still mesmerized by him, I nodded, rolled over onto my left side, and pushed myself up, wincing in pain as I did. I could tell Gasshu's worry over me- a "strange kid"- began to grow as he saw the open, bleeding wounds that wouldn't begin to scab for a few hours at least. They were scattered upon my pale, white skin, along with ugly-colored bruises. Due to me being forbidden to leaving the palace, even taking a step out the door, my skin had become so pale it made snow look completely filthy.

"My name is Gasshu. Gasshu Beru." he told me. "What's yours?"

"Pr- P- Pri- Prince Zeon..." I manage to say, my lips trembling from my previous crying. "But, no need... to be formal. Y- you can just call me... Z- Zeon..."

"Zeon, na no da? That's a nice name." Gasshu said, a wide, open-mouthed smile of his lighting up his face, making my heart melt.

It's too dark where I am, so he can't see me at all. Just an outline of me, yet he's aware of my wounds.

An hour went by, and then he asked me if he'd like one of his fish. I nodded for an answer, and he gave me the slightly bigger one of the two.

After eating, another hour passed, then two, then seven. Midnight was near.

"Gasshu, it's late. You should get home before your Mother worries, and before Father finds out a commoner is in the palace." I told him in a hushed tone.

"Hai. Zeon-kun, will I ever see you again, na no da?" he asked.

I fisted my own bloody robe.

"I'm not sure..." I answered.

"I hope I can see you again." Gasshu said, jumping off of my bed, running for the window. As he was about to climb out the window to the vines, he looked over his shoulder at me again. His eyes locked onto my wounds again. Quickly, he jumped off of the window sill, came over to me, and grasped my right hand gently into his hands. "Mother always asks me, if she kisses my boo-boos will it make them feel better? Here, Zeon-kun."

His lips collided with my bruised and scratched hand.

Kami... they're as soft as rose petals.

"Heal soon, Zeon-kun. I hope I'll see you again." Gasshu said, running back to the window, climbing down the vines, never to talk to me face-to-face again...

... After that, for months, I watched him from afar. When he wasn't there, I tormented the bullies that picked fun of him. I had ran away from Father a week after I met him. Slowly but surely, my heart grew and grew, and my love toward him became so great...

... Until I realized, this is wrong...

I crawled back to Father, and my training became harder, and for days at a time without stopping. Every time I heard Gasshu climbing up the vines, I had to hide. I was too ashamed of my own self to let my Angel see me... though I longed to have him kiss my hand again, I vowed not to let him see me again.

This was not natural... and it still isn't...

I had to make him forget about me...

I made fate twist around, and had him become part of this millennium's battle for King. I searched around the Human World for my Book Keeper, finding Dufaux in an experimenting science lab, setting him free. I kept on a fake face, acting like I was one of the best, not one to be messing with.

I tracked Gasshu down.

I approached him, my voice different from the way it used to.

I'm surprised. He didn't recognize me... maybe he had already forgotten me?

I had to play it safe... even if he did forget about me, I had to make sure it would be permanent.

His pain-filled scream nearly broke my heart into seven pieces- one piece for each Deadly Sin-, but I had to let him go. If my Angel were to remain pure in the eyes of the Lord, I had to make him forget... no matter how much it pained the both of us.

I sent Dufaux away so that I could be alone with him.

I was certain he wouldn't be waking up for many days.

I eased myself atop of him, and placed my lips onto his. I took his first kiss. After I broke apart from his lips, I began to softly sing into his ear...

_**"Hush, child, the darkness will rise from the deep, and,
Carry you down into sleep, child.
Darkness will rise from the deep, and,
Carry you down into sleep... **_

_**Guileless son,
I'll shape your belief,
And you'll always know,
That your Brother's a beast.
And you won't understand,
The cause of your grief,
But you'll always follow,
The voices beneath it... **_

_**Loyalty... Loyalty... Loyalty... Loyalty...
Loyalty... Loyalty... Loyalty...
Only to me... **_

_**Guileless son,
Your spirit will hate him.
The traitor who married
Our Mother, the flower.
And we will expose,
His paltaple behavior,
For we are the proof,
Of how he betrayed,
Her loyalty... **_

_**Loyalty... Loyalty... Loyalty...
Loyalty... Loyalty... Loyalty...
Only to me... **_

_**Hush, child, the darkness will rise from the deep, and,
Carry you down into sleep, child.
Darkness will rise from the deep, and,
Carry you down into sleep... **_

_**Guileless son,
Each day you grow older,
Each moment I'm watching,
My vengeance unfold...
The King of our vibe,
The flesh of our soul,
Will die in returning,
The birthright he stole... **_

_**Loyalty... Loyalty... Loyalty... Loyalty...
Loyalty... Loyalty... Loyalty...
Only to me... **_

_**Hush, child, the darkness will rise from the deep, and,
Carry you down into sleep, child.
Darkness will rise from the deep, and,
Carry you down into sleep..."**_

I then left my Angel. His loyalty would lie within himself. He'd one day be loyal to me... but in a different life... in a life where... my Angel could be mine.

Until that day, the darkness will shroud in his mind and, help him down into sleep every night... a peaceful sleep...

I, on the other hand, grow weary.

If only my Angel could be mine... then even the Underworld could be worth living in...

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_**OWARI **_

Yeah, it's incest, big whoop. If you flame me, consider yourself blocked.

So... yeah... I was bored... and this idea had popped into my head last night. It's slightly based off of a King Arthur legend, and the lullaby Zeon sung to Gasshu was a song written by Heather Dale to go along with the legend's story line. Lately, I've been a teency bit obsessed with the song, but it is very addicting. I only had to tweak the lyrics around a bit to make it fitting.

So... the song was "Mordred's Lullaby", just to let you know.

So... review, and tell me if you liked it.

Here's the original lyrics, just so you can see how I changed it a bit (if I really get bored one day, I may end up making a video to go along with this...):

_**Hush, child, the darkness will rise from the deep, and,
Carry you down into sleep, child.
Darkness will rise from the deep, and,
Carry you down into sleep... **_

_**Guileless son,
I'll shape your belief,
And you'll always know,
That your Father's a theif.
And you won't understand,
The cause of your grief,
But you'll always follow,
The voices beneath it... **_

_**Loyalty... Loyalty... Loyalty... Loyalty...
Loyalty... Loyalty... Loyalty...
Only to me... **_

_**Guileless son,
Your spirit will hate her.
The flower who married
My brother, the traitor.
And you will expose,
His paltaple behavior,
For you are the proof,
Of how he betrayed,
Her loyalty... **_

_**Loyalty... Loyalty... Loyalty...
Loyalty... Loyalty... Loyalty...
Only to me... **_

_**Hush, child, the darkness will rise from the deep, and,
Carry you down into sleep, child.
Darkness will rise from the deep, and,
Carry you down into sleep... **_

_**Guileless son,
Each day you grow older,
Each moment I'm watching,
My vengeance unfold...
The child of my vibe,
The flesh of my soul,
Will die in returning,
The birthright he stole... **_

_**Loyalty... Loyalty... Loyalty... Loyalty...
Loyalty... Loyalty... Loyalty...
Only to me... **_

_**Hush, child, the darkness will rise from the deep, and,
Carry you down into sleep, child.
Darkness will rise from the deep, and,
Carry you down into sleep... **_

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The Lullaby by Coco Gash Jirachi


The Nature Of A Book

((Revamped and edited 6/17/09))

This week is spring break for us down in Small-Town USA. And, as per usual in Small-Town, USA, nothing is going on. So I'm sitting here listening to the same song over and over again and re-reading books from my shelf.

(And _The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy_, but that's another story...)

So I thought, _'What about posting some of those stories I have buried down in the confines of my computer?' _And here I am.

Enjoy!

**Disssyclaimer:**Yes, I am bored. Bored enough to change 'Disclaimer' into 'Disssyclaimer' for my own enjoyment. Is enjoyment a word? I don't know. Oh, right...I don't own Konjiki no Gash Bell/Zatch Bell!. Or _The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy. _Although currently, I do feel a lot like Marvin.

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The Nature of a Book

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Kiyomaro has come to think that the color of a mamodo's book reflects the nature of the demon it belongs to.

For example, Brago-- whose cynical nature and outward appearance could (and did) scare small children-- his book is black. Like death. Like the darkness that lurks always just below his stoic facade. But black didn't mean evil, the two weren't synonymous; black meant the presence of all things, black meant a heart not quite sure of its purpose.

Kyanchome, along with his partner Folgore, were... unusual, to say the least. And maybe a little dense. Kyanchome's book is yellow, the color of hope. Hope that shines as bright as the golden sun. No matter how many times they faced their own impending weakness (for no one could argue that Kyanchome was a shoo-in to be king), they strove for higher heights, more difficult battles, and always, _always,_ came out on top.

(Kiyomaro is certain that a good bit of pure dumb luck is imbued into Kyanchome and his partner. It certainly hasn't hurt.)

Both Umagon's and Tio's books are similar shades and hues of orange-- representing not only Umagon's own firepower and Tio's fiery (and equally dangerous) temper, but also the setting sun, the fiery sunrise. Renewal. The power to get up and keep on fighting. Tio protects with this fire, with shields and support, and Umagon charges whatever harm may come with fiery gait and heart.

And Gash-- Gash, with his goofy grins and wide, innocent eyes-- his oh-so-familiar book is red. Red, the color of determination and grit. Red-- the color of all that blood Kiyomaro spilled to help him find his purpose and help him realize it, the color of all the dreams they had to put to an end because of an age-old battle. Dreams including their own.

There was a courage burning red in Gash's golden eyes. It suited the demon child, but not Kiyomaro.

Sometimes, Kiyomaro wished it did.

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The Nature Of A Book by Wolf-of-Words


The Heero Complex

Well... my first... uwaaah I feel like I lost my virginity! I want it baaaack! Ahem...Anyway, the warnings are as follows: yaoi Gash x Kiyomaro, (pedophilia if you consider it that), minor mature content, possible grammar and spelling mistakes concerning the names, and the chance that this will completely and totally suck...well, I hope this goes well, if it doesn't, be gentle. Even though this is listed as a one-shot because I am lazy, I might do a sequel. The GashxKiyo fanfics are lacking in population anyway.

The Heero Complex

Gash absently turned the volume up on the T. V. Meanwhile, he shoved a fistful of popcorn into his mouth. The mantis-man saved the beautiful, scantily-clad woman from the villain. Gash wondered if one day, the villain would win over the beautiful heroine. He hoped so, because that would mean he had a chance of capturing Kiyomaro's attention. Recently, despite all they had been through together, Kiyo had been seeking other people's company.

Even though Gash was his first, absolute, bestest friend.

Though, of course, Gash couldn't blame Kiyo. Gash had been feeling particularly unpleasant recently. Not like his face was ugly, (at least he hoped so), but he kept suppressing ugly, snaking feelings; a putrid loathing permeated his entire being whenever Kiyomaro exited the house or school grounds with someone other than Gash himself.

This particular day, however, Gash was just depressed. He didn't understand Kiyo. Kiyo had assured Gash many times that they were friends, yet Kiyo constantly spent time with his other, most definitely not as sincere, friends. Especially Suzume. Gash remembered one time, walking with Kiyomaro, when Kiyo had apologized. Gash didn't really remember what Kiyo had apologised _for_, but he had. Only a few minutes prior, Gash had indirectly to Kiyo he had a crush on the kind, if not a little dense, Suzume.

Now, however, his child's crush on Suzume seemed to be just that; a child's crush. No, that _was_ all it was, for Gash had discovered that he loved someone else much, much, more. _It just sucked that, the realization stemmed from deprivation. _

Not long after Kiyomaro began to abandon Gash more often than normal, Gash realized what was happening. _They were growing apart._ Their lovely, beautiful friendship was breaking up.

Gash had immediately taken measures to prevent this rift from growing. In his eyes, he reached out for Kiyomaro to spend time with him- begging him to go to the park and such. Kiyomaro saw Gash interfering with his new life. So Kiyo responded to Gash's attempts with a casual disregard, or, if he were irritated enough, a tirade directed solely at Gash, which left him saddened, alone, and embarrassed. Because Gash was _stupid_ to bother Kiyo.

Gash remembered the most recent attempt he had made to draw Kiyomaro back...

_"Kiyo, Kiyo, let's go to the park!", cried an excited Gash. It had been so long since he had spent any time with Kiyomaro._

_"Not now, Gash."_

_"Awww, Kiyooooooo, pleeeeeeeaaaseeeee-,"_

_"I said no, Gash, for the _last timeI _am not going to the park with _you._", Kiyomaro all but shouted._

_Gash fell silent. "Well, fine then," he said after a few moments. "I'll just go by myself then! Gyahaha!" he finished with a triumphant and confident laugh. _

Thank god_, Kiyo had thought, and even though he hadn't said it out loud, it was apparent on his features. _

Gash also remembered what he had thought that afternoon, almost a month ago. He had thought that, _Kiyomaro was right. This was the last time._

The almost-month had been passed by watching television when Gash was not at school or helping Kiyo's mom. And between the influence of the television and his neglect, Gash came to realize that what he felt for Kiyomaro was not just friendship or brotherly love. It was not even loyalty which had come from the mutual benefit of the human-mamodo partnership. It was a love, a adoring love for Kiyo, and it made him feel faintly sick when he first acknowledged it for what it was.

Gash couldn't stand feeling sick with himself, over _love_. Love was supposed to be wonderful, pure and untaintable. At least, that was what his limited experience had taught him.

And Gash decided, he was _done_, he would not feel jilted, nor depressed, lonely, stupid, and _humiliated,_ not anymore, never again. And he would especially not feel ill with himself because he was having feelings that would surely be denied. Gash knew that his feelings would be mocked by the general public, who would not believe that a seemingly average child could seriously fall in love; but what mattered more was what Kiyo would think. Kiyo would most definitely consider Gash sick, knowing that Gash was a mamodo, and be disgusted at the prospect of a child who was his partner in the battle for king being in love with him. The age gap would still be large even if they were both a decade older, which they weren't. They pair of them were still a small child (however inhuman) and a teenager. Besides, Gash was not under the impression that Kiyo liked boys the same as girls. Kiyomaro had always been annoyed by Gash's presence anyway.

Gash, like any other person, with the exception of the masochistic, avoided being hurt. So he defended himself the only way he knew how: he stopped caring. Caring would only reveal weaknesses that would be exploited by those looking to harm him (like Naomi), and people unthinkingly teasing him (Kiyomaro's kaa-san would think that his crush was cute, but only a crush). So he rendered himself impervious and indifferent to the world around him. Of course, he covered up any major changes with his happy face. Just to stop too many questions from being asked, anyway. Gash appeared as normal as usual, though he avoided Kiyomaro, (who was openly relieved), and if one payed attention, they would be privy to Gash's bursts of uncanny insight.

But all in all, Gash did not care. He did not care when Kiyomaro's mother often left to do shopping or visit friends from around the neighborhood or her husband in England. He did not care when Kiyo left to 'hang out' with his 'friends'. He did not care when Kiyo brought said friends over, and ignored him. He did not care when Kiyo brought one friend in particular over, the one who used to be _their_ friend. He did not care when he was kicked out of his and Kiyo's room for hours a time. Gash did not care when he could hear whatever Kiyo and Suzume were doing upstairs. Gash didn't care that he had to turn up the volume on the T.V. to drown out the noise. Gash did not care when his heart constricted with jealousy that Kiyomaro would rather spend time with Suzume than him. Gash did not care that he was alone, because deep down, all Gash cared about was that Kiyomaro was happy.

The End

Well, that was short. And sappy and sad. Eeeewww. I hate Suzume. If you hate stupid Suzume too, review and we can start a we hate Suzume and her creepy faced-fruits club. Haha, I'm such a trickster, trying to get you to review, ne? well, I hope you didn't want to shoot yourself with whatever when you were reading this. Cuz, I know I did when I was writing this, because I put Kiyo and Suzume together. ugh.

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The Heero Complex by clown eyes


Crayons

+Title+ - Crayons

+A/N+ - _3 AM plus me equals random... xD; Um...as for when this could take place in the series...I dunno. Just stick it somewhere where it fits...?
__This is just a lil' fluffy friendship-ish...drabble-esque...thing. You can consider it to be veeery mild Zatch x Kiyo if you want though c: Like...so mild it's almost not there .:brick:._

_It's...a little random... But at least I tried, right?_

_...Right? .:dies:._

_HOSNAP I forgot the disclaimer. I'm such a dork._

_Disclaimer: Zatch Bell(or Konjiki no Gash Bell) and all related characters are (c) Makoto Raiku. I don't own them in any way. I'm just writing a little non-profit fanfic ;-;_

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"Kiyo!" Zatch called out. Kiyo was lying on his bed, immersed in a book. "Kiiiyooo!" Kiyo felt Zatch's small hands shaking his right arm. This in turn caused the book to move, making it very difficult to read.

"What?" Kiyo finally responded. Zatch's face lit up at the reply.

"Kiyo, will you please take me to the park?" the mamodo asked. His small hands continued to hold a firm but controlled grip on Kiyo's arm. The teenager realized that Zatch could easily crush his arm if he squeezed too hard. He was grateful that Zatch seemed aware of this and did his best to prevent from harming him.

"You can go to the park on your own," Kiyo answered before turning back to his book. Zatch made a small whining noise.

"But Kiyo...I want to play a game..."

"I want to read this book," Kiyo explained. Zatch pouted and climbed up onto the bed, sitting next to Kiyo while still clutching onto his arm. "Why don't you play with Volcan?" Kiyo asked. Zatch's eyes fell to the bedsheets.

"But I want to play a game with _you_," Zatch complained. Kiyo sighed and sat up, closing the book and setting it on the bed. He pulled his arm from the mamodo's grasp. Zatch's eyes brightened. Kiyo was really going to play a game with him?

However, his eyes quickly dulled with disappointment as his bookkeeper handed him a blank piece of paper and a box of crayons he had pulled from the bookshelf behind his mattress.

"Here, go doodle or something," Kiyo said. He was about to return to his book but Zatch's saddened face stopped him. "...I'll play a game with you later, alright?" Zatch's cheery expression returned, though a bit of unhappiness was still evident in his eyes.

"Okay." The small blonde hopped off the bed, taking the paper and crayons with him. Kiyo watched him take a seat on the wooden floor, putting the paper in front of him. Kiyo picked his book back up as Zatch fumbled with the crayon box. He finally managed to force it open and pulled out the black crayon. It was pointed and unused.

Kiyo found himself staring blankly at the open book he had in his hands, the words seeming to blur together. He continued reading but realized that he wasn't really paying attention. What had that last paragraph been about?

...The sound of the crayon scribbling upon the paper was oddly comforting. Kiyo glanced over a few moments later as Zatch stuffed the black crayon back into the box. He then pulled out a blue crayon, as well as a silver one. Kiyo looked back at his book as Zatch resumed his doodling. Kiyo attempted to reread the past few sentences...

Zatch smiled as he drew with the crayons. They were sharp, making them easy to use. It seemed as though the box had never even been opened before, for now anyway.

Several minutes passed, and Kiyo eventually ended up with the book lying on his face. Zatch was almost finished with his picture when he ran into a minor dilemma. He checked the crayon box again for the colour he needed.

Kiyo was pulled out of his half asleep state by Zatch's voice.

"Kiyo, there's no red crayon..." Kiyo lazily moved the book away from his face.

"Huh?"

"The red crayon," Zatch repeated. "It's not in the box. Surely they wouldn't make a box of crayons without a red one, right?" Kiyo stared blankly at Zatch's face for a moment before realization hit him.

"Oh." He sat up and reached back into the bookshelf. His hand eventually came to rest on a small stub of a crayon. He then handed it to Zatch, who gazed at it for a moment.

"Why's it so...little?" Kiyo stared up at the ceiling.

"It was the only one I used," he responded. His mother had given the box of crayons to him back in elementary school. He never used any of them until junior high, though...

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_Kiyo walked into his room and sighed, dropping his backpack onto his bed. His "friends" had ignored him. Again._

_The other students were beginning to shun him. Just because he was smarter than them. He always had the highest grades in the class, but he never made a big deal of it or anything... So why were they rejecting him?_

_Kiyo's eyes narrowed. They were horrible! He went over to his bed and opened his backpack. He pulled out a sheet of notebook paper and a wooden pencil. He stared at the pencil for a minute before chucking it back into his backpack. He needed something better than that; he needed _colour.

_Kiyo began digging around in a small plastic tub underneath his bed. He finally found what he was looking for - the box of crayons his mother had given him years ago. It had remained unopened until now. Kiyo had some difficulty opening the box, but he eventually got it. He pulled out the red crayon and put the box in the bookshelf at the head of his bed. Red was a negative, angry colour. It'd be perfect._

_The boy went over to his desk and started doodling pictures of the people who were once his friends. He drew them in many deadly situations, such as getting run over by delivery trucks. He wished he could have used a coloured pencil instead (using a crayon felt a little _too_ childish), but he didn't have one..._

_Kiyo continued to do this for about two weeks before tiring of it. He was running out of ideas on how to maim his doodles of his classmates. Plus, his mom had found some of his pictures and told him to stop._

_Kiyo chucked what was left of the red crayon into the bookshelf, near the box of crayons..._

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Kiyo had only used the red crayon, and he had only used it to draw angry doodles. After drawing so much and pressing down so hard out of frustration, it was no wonder the crayon had been reduced to a pitiful chunk.

"There we go, all done!" Zatch declared, dragging Kiyo out of his thoughts. He set the abused red crayon down on the floor. It rolled about half an inch after being put down, then ceased to move.

Zatch grabbed the paper and climbed up onto the bed once more. He presented the picture to Kiyo, who grabbed it with one hand. It was a crude drawing of what Kiyo assumed was Zatch and himself. They were just...standing there with blank, smiling faces. Their eyes were nothing more than black dots, and they had no hands. Just banana-shaped arms flung up into the air in joy.

His eyes softened a bit as he took note of a small heart Zatch had doodled in red above the two of them.

Kiyo petted Zatch on the head, ruffling the blonde hair a bit, but being careful to avoid the small hidden horns. Zatch blinked, then smiled widely. Did this mean Kiyo liked his picture? Yay!

Zatch always found himself feeling peaceful and delighted when Kiyo patted his head. A nice, warm, secure feeling... It was more than welcome due to all the battles they had to deal with.

Kiyo continued subconsciously petting Zatch's hair and looked up at the ceiling, musing to himself. At least that crayon had been used to draw _something_ positive for once. He looked back down at the picture again. It was a rather cruddy doodle, but Kiyo couldn't help but smile at it.

He looked down as he felt Zatch cuddle up against his side. The young mamodo looked ready to fall asleep; his golden eyes were just barely open. Kiyo stopped patting his head and now used his arm to embrace his small companion. Zatch's smile grew as he closed his eyes completely. Kiyo seemed to rarely hug him...

"...Hey Kiyo...?" he mumbled.

"Hmn?"

"You don't have to play a game if you don't feel like it...I just wanted to spend time with you..." Kiyo smiled.

Very widely. He didn't have to play a game! Thank goodness...

...Though...

"...I'll take you to the park and we'll play there tomorrow, okay?" Kiyo said, hugging his mamodo a little closer. Zatch opened an eye halfway to look up at Kiyo.

"...Really?"

Kiyo smiled genuinely.

"Yeah." Zatch clung to Kiyo's side a little tighter, but he was careful not to squeeze too hard.

"Yay!"

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Crayons by Shadow Kitsune Kirby


Alone Again

**_Alone Again_**

A WanRei and Lien One-Shot

I wanted now so badly to see him. I wished that I had stayed by his side instead of following his orders and running away. I didn't want to see him leave, but behind this wall, I couldn't see him at all. Somehow I knew this was how he preferred it. He was so badly hurt, loosing almost pathetically. He wouldn't want me to see that.

I called upon all of the strength I had left from within. I would help him until the very end. It's all I could do to thank him for all he had done for me so far. He was my everything and I was so thankful for it. I almost lost myself to regret for coming here with Zatch and Kyo but remembering WanRei, I was able to be glad I came this far. WanRei would go back to the Mamodo world. I knew that much for certain, I had known he would leave me eventually all along. I just hadn't wished to face something like this so soon and with no goodbye.

I shook my head of the thoughts. I had to be strong so WanRei could be strong. I had to help him the best that I could from here. I had to remember that he needed me.

I held my head high for him. I wanted to believe in him. I did believe in him. I knew he would be okay. He would go back to his own world, but he would be okay and in time, I wanted to believe I would be too.

Memories of our time together ran slowly through my head. All the smiles and laughs, the serious talks, the battles we fought and won, the battles we learned from. I held all the memories dear, the good and the bad. They were all important to me, just like he was. Like the memories, he was a person I would never forget.

The last of my inner strength faded with the last attack. I gave him everything I had left as I fell to my knees everything I had was gone. All my strength was now with him. Megumi and Tia got down as the bomb behind the wall went off.

In that moment everything around us was gone - right off the edge of the floor and into the nothingness below. The wall that had been there in our way was completely gone. The only part that was remaining was the part in front of us in the shape of a person with their arms out.

The fear inside me flared. Had WanRei given his life to protect us? No, I didn't want to believe that. He had to be alive. I had to know that he was okay.

"Lien, I'm sure he survived," Megumi said smiling slightly, "Look," she spoke pointing to something on the ground on the opposite side of the wall. I stood up needing to see. WanRei's headband sat there neatly on the ground as if he'd left it there for me.

"I think we can take that as a sign that he's okay." Tia spoke up.

I picked the headband up with a soft sad smile and nodded.

"Yes, I think so too," I replied holding my voice as steady as I was able. Megumi pulled me suddenly into a hug and I cried into her shoulder.

I would be okay. For him I would be okay and I would go on. I would continue to help Zatch and Kyo for as long as I was able. That's what he would have done if he were able. He was never one to give up, and I wouldn't give up either. Not when we're so close.

I moved away from Megumi after a moment and wiped my eyes.

"I'm okay," I assured.

Megumi and Tia both seemed hesitant to believe me, but at this moment they had no choice but to let it go. We all would go on until we couldn't anymore. I wouldn't give up yet. I had to keep going for him. I would keep going for him.

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Alone Again by Goodbye Angel


Hurt

HURT

**Author's Note: **_**I really love how this turned out. "Hurt" by Christina Aguilera is one of, if not the, most favorite song of mine in all time. It really captures emotions and brings them out of me and I felt it really fit with the story here. This is a one-shot song fic regarding my Zatch Bell OC Character, Sorella. I really hope you all like it, because I enjoyed writing it, if that makes sense, lol. The lines in bold are what Sorella's singing, by the way.**_

Disclaimer:** I don't own Zatch Bell. I made Sorella, Rita, and Kumara belongs to Mukai-sama, so please don't take them. Gracias! I also don't own this song and it is sung by the ever so mega awesome, Christina Aguilera.**

The day was cold and dismal, and seemed to reflect Sorella's exact mood for that particular time. She stood far away so the gathering of people clad in black wouldn't notice her. It wasn't her place to draw close, and it wasn't her place to approach.

No one over there knew her anyway. The only one who did couldn't even talk to her.

Dressed in a billowing black dress, Sorella hung back, watching the progression with sad eyes. A young woman was crying into a handkerchief as an elderly man draped an arm around her shoulders, comforting her gently.

A group of four people walked across the gravel pathway between cold tombstones, tears staining their face as they left a freshly made grave behind them.

Golden eyes tightened somberly as they followed the young woman with long brown hair and brown eyes, shaped like hers...

And her mother's.

Only after seeing the multiple black cars drive away, carrying sad passengers and dismayed hearts, did Sorella dare to venture close to the tombstone that had just been the main feature to those driving away. Sorella's shiny black heeled footsteps were drawn out and almost excruciating as she drew close to the tombstone, the stone glossy and new from being polished and engraved.

The mound of dirt was soft and plush, and Sorella paused in her encroachment when she reached the foot of it, like someone standing at the foot of a bed and staring at a pillow.

"Heh..." she laughed, looking bitter and forlorn."Well, I'm glad I'm by myself here. I wouldn't want anyone telling me they told me so..."

Her long waves of dark hair fluttered around her face like the white dandelion seeds blew in the wind after being pushed away from the stem, swirling in graceful waves.

In her hands, Sorella clutched a small, round mirror imbedded into intricate silver, twisting and bending around the glassy surface as tree roots squirm into the ground.

The cold wind cast miniscule goose bumps along Sorella's exposed skin upon her arms, legs, and neck, but that wasn't why she shivered. It wasn't because the grey clouds were covering the sun and hiding the warmth she so desperately craved at that moment.

Sorella's eyes narrowed as she gazed upon the tombstone with so many emotions, that it contained more of a blend than chex mix bags.

Rita De Luca
Born: August 10, 2001
Died: April 18, 2095, at age 94 years old
Beloved wife and mother

A faint smile brushed against Sorella's lips as she took in the soft curls of writing that reminded her of the soft curls of Rita's eyelashes against her eyes when the lids fluttered in happiness at good news.

"So many years..." Sorella sighed, fingers clutching the mirror tightly to her chest.

A pair of fiery red eyes watched Sorella as she sagged somewhat, at a safe distance away where they hoped she wouldn't notice them. Kumara's hands were shoved deep in his pockets as an open umbrella hung on his shoulder should it start to rain. He was dressed in a sharp black suit and had even combed his hair back. Not that it made much difference since his hair went anywhere it wanted regardless of him attempting to tame it.

"Am I sure I should be here...?" Kumara wondered aloud.

_It was your idea... _a voice in his head pointed out.

"I know but..." Kumara started, pausing when he didn't know how to finish the thought in his head. "When she falls, I should be there to catch her..." he finally stated to himself, eyes going almost soft as he watched Sorella blink rapidly.

Sorella's hands shook as she fought the acidity in her throat, the burning tears pushing against her eyes determinedly. She blinked in quick succession to regain control of herself before taking a deep, shuddering breath, not sensing that Kumara was in the distance and watching her closely.

"I knew I'd be here eventually," Sorella said to the cold stone, to the soft, fresh patch of earth that covered her sister like a heavy quilt. "But still... I couldn't get over the fact of seeing your husband... He was a handsome man, wasn't he? And... Your daughter..."

Sorella frowned for a moment, allowing the silence to help her in gathering her thoughts.

"She looks just like you!" she managed to laugh. "Her eyes and everything! Your spitting image! It was like I was seeing you all over again!"

Sorella managed to keep her smile on her face for another second before it crumbled away faster than the corner of an exploded building.

"I watched you grow," Sorella whispered. "You may have not known me, but I knew you. I watched over you as you walked to your first day of high school. You were so nervous... you... dropped your purse on the way there, and couldn't find it. But then... then you saw it on your desk in your first class!"

The corners of Sorella's mouth twitched upwards slightly as the wind pushed some fallen leaves towards her back, pushing the folds of her knee length black dress along with them.

"I put it there," Sorella told the tombstone. "And then, when you were lost in that strange city on that field trip in college... do you remember that ball of light that you were so curious about? You followed it, and somehow found your tour group, which was searching all over for you."

A distant rumbling of clouds shook through the air and almost drowned out Sorella's next words.

"I watched you when you met your husband, and on your first date with him you tripped and fell, but he caught you. That was when you had your first kiss... you were a good girl, always deciding to hold out for that special person. You even held back your first kiss until college!"

Sorella's voice started getting shaky as her eyes blinked all the harder, determined to not cry. She hastily pushed her hand to her eyes to wipe away any moisture, suddenly wishing her dress were long sleeved, rather than short.

"You had a beautiful child... one time I was sure she saw me watching as you two played in the park, and that was when I started watching at a farther distance. Of course, she wouldn't know me, as you didn't but... you were happy. I didn't want to ruin that."

Sorella fell silent again as she seemed to mull something over before smiling a crooked smile.

"How ironic... here I was sure I wouldn't break down. I told myself that I'd handle seeing you as an old woman who lived her life, while I remain frozen... the age you saw me as, with maybe a few more facial lines than before..."

Sorella's knuckles turned white as they gripped the mirror.

"I couldn't... so many years... so many years of you not knowing a single thing about me!" Sorella whispered voice tight and constricted, as if a snake were coiling around her thin neck. "But... I was right about one thing..."

Sorella looked up at Rita's tombstone from where she had squinted her eyes shut tight to keep from crying.

"I enjoyed seeing you live!" she laughed sincerely. "I was glad that you were happy! You lived the way I wanted you to... even if it was a life without me in it... Although... I came close to revealing myself multiple times. The closest was when you were playing the piano to yourself. Your daughter was at home and husband at work... it was just the two of us, though you didn't know any better."

Sorella rolled her eyes, grinning almost masochistically as if the pain was worth the tiny bit of enjoyment she received from standing at the grave and speaking to it.

"That was when I recalled how you loved music... I was never good at it, but in order to please you, I practiced and practiced in order to make you happy! When I heard about your death, it was sunny... too warm to stay indoors and you planned on going to the beach with your daughter and her family, along with your husband..."

Sorella screwed her eyes shut tight again as her head drooped, hair falling in front of her face like a sheet of luminescence.

"There was this song playing in your home... and it floated through the air, slicing into me like knives... you... loved those melancholy songs, and I never understood it. You were always so happy! So why... why would you..."

Sorella sighed deeply, shoulders shaking.

"Maybe you remembered a feeling that you had to punish yourself. I was... still am worried that you continued to berate yourself even after your memories were erased," Sorella sighed. "But... that song... why were you listening to that song?"

Sorella stared long and hard at the stone, hoping that she would receive some kind of answer.

She received none.

Laughing once in bitter resentment, Sorella took a deep, long breath before exhaling slowly.

"Maybe you don't remember it..." she spoke softly. " Perhaps dying was a greater method to erasing memories. I'll refresh you, shall I?"

Sorella held one of her hands to her chest, while the other continued to clutch to the mirror tightly. Kumara stiffened; not understanding what Sorella was about to do until she opened her mouth and the softest, most hauntingly devastated voice reached their ears...

"_Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face__**
**__You told me how proud you were, but I walked away__**
**__If only I knew what I know today, ooh, ooh__****_

_I would hold you in my arms; I would take the pain away__**
**__Thank you for all you've done, forgive all your mistakes__**
**__There's nothing I wouldn't do to hear your voice again__**
**__Sometimes I wanna call you but I know you won't be there!"_

Sorella's face flashed with pain as she wrapped her arms closer around her waist, brow furrowing as if the song were pushing her farther into the ground with every line.

_**"Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you**__**
**__**For everything I just couldn't do**__**
**__**And I've hurt myself by hurting you...**__****_

_**Some days I feel broke inside but I won't admit**__**
**__**Sometimes I just wanna hide 'cause it's you I miss**__**
**__**And it's so hard to say goodbye when it comes to this, ooh..."**_

Thunder clapped like drums... lighting fizzed like violins... and the wind howled like the mourning tune of the piano Sorella could vividly recall in her mind as she reflected back to the news of Rita's death.

A symphony of sorrow, and she was the conductor.

_**"Would you tell me I was wrong? Would you help me understand?" **_Sorella sang, looking up at the sky as it thundered and rain began to shower down upon her, soaking her to the bone. _**"Are you looking down upon me? Are you proud of who I am?There's nothing I wouldn't do to have just one more chance... To look into your eyes and see you looking back!**_

_**"Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you**__**
**__**For everything I just couldn't do**__**
**__**And I've hurt myself, oh!"**_

Sorella fell to her knees, filed fingernails clawing at the muddied mound of fresh dirt as she crept towards the stone with Rita's name on it, tears blending with the fresh, cold-water rain.

_**"If I had just one more day!"**_ she sang powerfully, a cry of sorrow bursting forth from her tongue in melancholy tunes as she slumped against the polished stone.

"_**I would tell you how much that I've missed you since you've been away!"**_ she all but screamed, fingers raking against the tombstone as if she were attempting to mold within it, pressing her slumped forehead against the drenched stone.

_"Oh, it's dangerous__**
**__It's so out of line__**
**__To try and turn back time..."_

Sorella flinched when she felt a clawed hand grip her sagging shoulder, cutting off the last lines she was about to force from her body like poison, wanting them out of her and far away, scattered across the winds.

"Sorella..." a voice softly called to her.

A warm presence was beside her as a toasty arm slung around her shoulders, a raised umbrella cutting off the rain from washing away all that she was surrendering.

"It's okay," Kumara's voice softly called to her.

The fire demon's warm hand slipped into hers and gently tugged her to her feet. He tried to lead her away, but she hesitated, lifting the mirror up to the tombstone.

White light surrounded her hands as she pressed the object to the stone, and when she removed them, it revealed that she had imbedded the stunning mirror into the stone itself, just above Rita's name in the center.

Casting one last glance upon the stone, knowing she'd never again visit the place, Sorella felt a piece of her heart fly off and press itself into the ground where her sister was buried deep in the ground...

Unaware that the sister Rita could no longer remember was crumbled right over Rita's own grave. Sorella's eyes tightened as she bit hard upon her soft lower lip, finally allowing Kumara to lead her away.

Away from agony and towards something brighter.

Their figures faded down the gravel path and out of site, Sorella leaving a trail of haunted whispers behind her...

_I'm sorry for blaming you__
__For everything I just couldn't do__
__And I've hurt myself__
__By hurting you_

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Hurt by Smileyone1


1. Chapter 1

Prolouge

Grown up Travis, Rahkshi, Tiko and Zero sat down on a hill eating.

"This has been great all these years. It's good to see you guys again." said Rahkshi. He was talking about the four of them haven't seen each other in over twenty years.

"So much has changed..." said adult Tiko.

"Yea, and even the big guy now has three kids. Congrats on the twins." said Zero.

"Thanks, if it had been any other reason to leave the house I would be home with Ember taking care of the kids. But Hiita is helping her." replied Tiko. "Do you guys ever see Chelsea?"

"I saw her about ten years ago. I kept in touch for another year after I saw her but she just sort of disappeared... I haven't heard from her since. Although I have a good feeling that she's out there living a good life." said Travis.

"You get them too?" asked Tiko curiously.

Rahkshi and Travis exchanged confused funny looks at Tiko's comment.

"What?" said Rahkshi while chuckling.

"You know... he said like a feeling. A relief, or sometimes bad ones." said Tiko.

"What on Earth are you talking about Tiko?" said Travis giving a slight chuckle but turning concerned.

"Psh. I think being with all those fire mamodos has cooked his head." said Zero.

"I'm serious!" snapped Tiko. "It's like a vibe."

"Well... I actually have had some vibes. Hm... Now that I think about it I've gotten quite a few lately." said Travis.

"Yea... me too. I never gave it much thought." agreed Rahkshi.

They all looked at Zero who put on a innocent look. (:O!)

"What? I'm not a sane!" said Zero. Rahkshi gave Zero a 'parenting look.' "Alright, alright. I've gotten maybe two or three lately. Guys. It'd just our imagination. Chill."

"Well you know my mother use to tell me that vibes mean a good or bad thing that's happening to you in a alternate universe." said Tiko.

Zero let out a laugh. "Yea. She also said that chickens are a tyrannosaurus's closest relative." Zero let out another laugh.

Tiko, Travis and Rahkshi looked at Zero in a "DUH!" look.

"O..." said Zero as he realized what he had said was true.

"Anyway..." added Tiko.

"I always did believe in alternate universes. Even if their our future or past. Heck we visited the year 3005!" said Travis.

Travis shivered for about ten seconds. "Whoa... Speaking of vibes. Now that was a real scary one."

The same thing happened to Tiko, Zero and Rahkshi.

Rahkshi and Tiko put on a concerned face. "Guys. Chill, just a coincidence." said Zero even a bit worried himself.

"Yea... just a coincidence..." said Tiko as he yawned... "Boy am I tired..." Tiko drifted off to sleep and with in the next fifteen minutes Travis, Rahkshi and Zero fell into a deep sleep as well.

	2. Chapter 2

Chapter One

In another time... in another place far different from our own the Kind King was murdered. Mamodos alike are hated by the humans and are on the verge of war. Meanwhile the mamodo's themselves are in the middle of a civil war. Though one tribe of mamodo's finds a ancient spirit that could turn them into humans. How far will the mamodo's go to get that chance? Two mamodo's (very different) don't want to take that chance and are ending the wars once and for all.

A red light blinded two brothers. Then a black and white one rushed by.

"What was that?" asked one of them.

"I don't know Rahk." said the other.

"Lets go Travis. Before it comes back."

Travis and Rahkshi ran off. Travis and Rahkshi live in a part of Earth that is mostly rubble and was destroyed during one of the Mamodo/Human battles. They lived in a little tent/apartment. They only had their mother and were one of the few living in the wreckage of Los Angeles. The sky was always cloudy and usually filled with dust. The place they lived in was the bottom level of an apartment with a long grey sheet over it.

Travis and Rahkshi or Rahkshi and Travis climbed over some rubble and heard a explosion. Travis stumbled backwards and Rahkshi grabbed his ankle and put a finger on his mouth to tell Travis not to scream because he heard a voice.

There was lots of smoke and Travis could barely see Rahkshi let alone his own legs. Travis tried to sit up on the steep slope and scraped his right arm and cut it. He could feel the blood dripping off his arm on to his palm and soaking into his shirt so he let out a small cry.

Then both Travis and Rahkshi heard the word. _"Radom."_

Travis felt Rahkshi let go and heard Rahkshi scream as he flew over head and he could barely see Rahkshi's figure over head. Some rubble started to move from underneath Travis and it let loose and dropped and fainted as he hit the hard bottom.

Meanwhile Rahkshi felt like his last moments had arrived and he saw a weak light. He hit the ground and got a quick. The white light he'd seen, Rahkshi was sure that this was heaven but then it turned dark and he realized he was still on Earth. The white and black figure ran fast towards Rahkshi and picked him up. The smoke cleared and Rahkshi looked around for Travis. Rahkshi called out for him.

"Travis? Where are yo..." the figure that held Rahkshi covered his mouth. When he did this Rahkshi felt weaker but stronger at the same time.

Rahkshi realized that he had revealed their existence to the Radom calling mamodo. The mamodo that Travis and Rahkshi had discovered that was named Zofis had been attacking them for quite some time but never unleashed something like this.

Zofis was more of a figure then a human. On Earth all mamodo's are more of figures then humans. They are just a color and you can only see their shape. Most wear metal hats or an emblem on themselves would show when they attack.

_"Teoradom"_ said Zofis and a series of psychic balls shot at Rahkshi and the mamodo that held him.

_"Trasheild"_ said the figure that held Rahkshi and a triangle shaped sheild of both light and dark energy blocked the attack and sent it back and Zofis.

Zofis flew up and dodged the doubled teoradom attack.

Underneath the rubble Travis opened his eyes slowly and felt his arm. There was a bandadge wrapped around it but he couldn't move it at all.

"Finally. Your awake. Now can we go?" said a shape sitting down smoking a cigar into what Travis assumed was a mouth. He only saw a chest outline and obviously the whole outline of the mamodo. He wore a silver metal hat with two red lightning bolts.

"Now I numbed your arm. So you won't whine." said the mamodo.

"Thank you for saving me." said Travis. "Do you have a name?"

"I did... but just call me Red." replied the red mamodo.

"Ok... Please. I want to help my brother!" cried Travis.

"And we shall. Hold on to me." said Red as he picked up Travis on his back.

Red muttered the words. _"Flickagra"_ and in a instance they turned into mere fire sparks. They went up through the rubble and formed again behind Zofis. Red dropped Travis gently, then turned around and said. "Hey she-man!"

Zofis spun around and yelled _"Gigano Radom!" _

"That's all you've got?" taunted Red. _"Magmui"_ Magma rose up from the ground, blocking the psychic blast. Then Red moved his hands to the right in a swaying motion and the magma started to spin around Red and Red sent it straight towards Zofis.

Zofis screeched and flew backwards. He managed to get up but the white and black mamodo walked over to him. _"Ion Rakerga"_ A light ball formed in his right and and a dark ball in his left. He threw both of them at Zofis and Zofis screamed again. When the smoke cleared there sat a dead body.

"Good job Zero." said Red as he walked over and clanked fists with him.

"You... you... murderer!" yelled Rahkshi as he and Travis knelt by Zofis. "You killed your own kind?"

"I do what I have to do." said Zero.

"Murderer!" shouted Travis.

"Hey kid. Watch it. We didn't have to save you. You better listen to us. Zofis just killed someone close to you. You still mad he's dead?" said Red.

"What?" asked Travis and Rahkshi worriedly.

"Right... um... We'll just go now." said Zero as Red and he ran off super fast.

Travis and Rahkshi turned their attention away from the mamodo's and back at their apartment. They opened the door and there... lied a dead woman... their mother...

Travis's heart skipped a beat and Rahkshi almost wanted to kill himself.

Travis knelt by his mother and started to do CPR.

"She's gone Travis..." said Rahkshi upset. He was trying not to cry because he wanted his younger brother to be OK.

Travis started to cry and fell into Rahkshi's arms. Rahkshi held his brother and couldn't help but cry also.

(A/N- Rahkshi is a year older than Travis.)

"I'm going to kill all those mamodos!" screamed Travis as loud as he could. He jumped up and ran over to Zofis and kicked him constantly.

"WHY! WHY HER! AHH!" screamed Travis in frustration. He kept on doing it until he had no more energy and fell and cried more.

Rahkshi knelt by his mother. "Oh mom... You were the greatest human ever. The tales of the mamodo's and humans living in peace will no longer be a legend. I'll make it happen. And i'll take care of Travis... just like I always promised."

Rahkshi spent the next half hour burying his mother. Travis didn't want to watch. After Rahkshi finished he walked over to his brother who was asleep. He could see the tears in Travis's eyes. Rahkshi picked up Travis and put him over his back and started walking away.

Then Zero and Red appeared. "I'm sorry." said Zero.

"I don't want to talk about it." scolded Rahkshi. "Thank you for protecting him." said Rahkshi talking to Red acknowledging Travis.

"The little guy looks bummed." said Zero.

"Yea... You would too if your mother died." said Rahkshi sarcastically.

"I wouldn't because I don't have one." said Zero.

"Oh... I'm sorry." replied Rahkshi.

"It's ok. I've gotten over it." said Zero.

"I heard the promise you made to your mother. Believe it or not but we're out to stop the war also." said Red.

"Really?" asked Rahkshi.

"Yea. And I guess... since we really can't leave you here you'll have to come along." said Red sighing.

"Thanks." said Rahkshi.

The two mamodo's and two humans walked off and didn't realize what they were in for.

Author's Note- Ok... that might have been a bit confusing but bare with me. Zero and Tiko are now like six feet tall. They both can run super fast. And this is in a ALTERNATE universe. Please review!

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Kingdom Come by Connor Kent


BullsEye

I am in a WonreiLien writing mode so ya, I own nothing.

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The rain pounded down on a tent set up in a campground near Japan, steady and unmerciful the rain was. The two lay in the tent, both awake.

Lien opened one eye to check that his eyes were closed. The both of them knew the other was awake. Wonrei and Lien didn't know the other knew of their sleepless night.

Leaning over his shoulder she kissed him on the cheek, lied back down, turned silently, and closed her eyes. Wonrei, rolling on his back, stared at the top of the tent.

He leaned over her shoulder, this time. "Nice try."

She took a minute before she gave up and rolled on her back, herself. "How did you know I thought you were sleeping?"

"You thought wrong and I knew because you weren't breathing steady. It was rushed; then held. It got faster, slower, and sounded forced."

"Oh," Lien said rolling back on her side, back towards Wonrei.

"But, you missed." Wonrei showed no hint of teasing or joking on his face; it was straight as a board.

"No, I didn't. I got you." Lien was confused. What did he mean, she missed?

"Nope, you should try again," Wonrei replied back. Lien rolled back over and kissed him on the cheek again.

After she had stay on her back for a minute or two, she asked him, "Did I still miss?" She was catching on quick.

"Yep, you did. Let me teach you how to aim." Wonrei used his one elbow to prop himself up, placed his other hand around Lien's back, lifted her up, and placed his lips on hers.

Lien, still in shock, realized what happened. She leaned into him more. Wonrei deepened the kiss as Lien reached up and ran her hands through his long white mess of hair.

Wonrei lied back down, closer to her now. He reached over and placed her head on his shoulder. He kept his arm around her shoulders as they both drifted slowly to sleep.

Lien felt Wonrei's lips brush against her ear. "Bull's-eye."

A/n: Really short. Sorry. Please review.

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BullsEye by Jessesgirl1549


Zatch's Sick Day

A runny nose, painful coughs, strong headaches, weak body, and a blazing head. These were all symptoms Zatch was exhibiting one morning. Kiyo checked his temperature to find out he had a high fever.

"Well buddy, it looks like you have a fever again. This is why you shouldn't go swimming late at night." Kiyo said softly to the sick Zatch.

Zatch laid there and having lost most of his strength in his body he didn't feel like moving at all. "Nuu... But that's the only way I can fish for yellowtail... Kiyo can you stay home with me please?" Zatch asked sweetly.

"No way. School is starting up again now that winter break is over and I don't want to miss the first day back." Kiyo replied coldly. He realized he sounded a little harsh and added, "Don't worry, I'll be back later."

This would not do for Zatch who complained, "Ugh! What am I going to do all day? I'm too sick to even move!"

Kiyo kneeled down and put a hand on Zatch's warm head and replied, "I know it's hard but when you're sick, sometimes the best thing you can do is just lay there. Anyways I brought you a wet rag, some tissues, and a glass of water and if you need more just call for mother. I'm heading out now."

Kiyo stood up but when he tried walking out the door something grabbed his ankle which caused him to fall on the floor. Knowing who the culprit was Kiyo got angry and yelled, "Zatch!"

"Uwaaah! Don't leave me here all alone Kiyo!" Zatch cried out.

When Kiyo was struggling to free himself both Kiyo and Zatch heard a familiar voice say, "What is going on here?"

Kiyo and Zatch both stopped struggling and looked at the doorway to see a bewildered Tia. Kiyo used this opportunity to free himself from Zatch who was too busy looking at Tia. Once Kiyo got his freedom back, Zatch laid back down and started crying childishly.

Kiyo stood up once more and Tia crossed her arms as she walked over to Zatch and said, "What are you crying over this time crybaby?" Tia started noticing Zatch's condition and said worriedly, "Zatch?" Tia put her hand on Zatch's forehead and gasped when she found out how warm it was. Zatch stopped crying and looked up at Tia and simply said, "I'm sick Tia."

Sadness started to show on Tia's face as she said softly, "Well I can see that dummy... Will you be okay?" Tia was worried about Zatch's condition and turned towards Kiyo for reassurance.

Kiyo replied, "Yeah he'll be fine; he just needs rest. I'm sorry Tia but Zatch isn't able to play with you today."

Tia became sadder and once again looked at Zatch; he was in a pretty bad condition for being sick. Tia looked at Kiyo again and said confidently, "Kiyo let me take care of Zatch while you're at school. He'll be in good hands."

This would never do for Zatch. Whenever Tia tried nursing Zatch back to health she would always make his situation worse. Zatch instantly rose from his spot on the floor and yelled desperately, "Kiyo take me with you to school! I'm fine, really! I'm-" Zatch couldn't finish his sentence and collapsed on the floor; he was barely conscious when he heard Tia yell, "Zatch? Zatch are you okay?! Zatch open your eyes!"

Zatch started to slowly open his eyes and made out a frightened Tia who was softly shaking him. Zatch felt a massive pain in his head and realized it was from him using all of that energy to stand up.

"Ughh..." Zatch said painfully. Zatch's eyes were closed tightly from the pain and covered his forehead with his hand.

Tia looked towards Kiyo for help, he seemed upset but said, "I have to go to school now. Tia please take care of Zatch for me. I'll tell mother that Zatch needs medicine." With that Kiyo left the room.

Tia realized that she was the only one who could give Zatch full attention and that made her feel uneasy. When Tia looked back at Zatch's painful face it gave her resolve to stay by his side until he was better.

Zatch opened his left eye and forced a smile for Tia's sake as he said, "Don't worry Tia... I'll be okay."

Tia could tell Zatch was just trying to make her feel better. Tia rested her left hand on top of Zatch's hand which was still on his forehead and she replied worriedly, "Don't act so strong right now! You're sick and you need to be taken care of!"

Tia softly gripped Zatch's hand and moved it to his chest. Tia gently placed her other hand on Zatch's forehead and said softly, "I'm going to take good care of you Zatch, I promise."

Zatch felt reassured by Tia's gentleness and his smile grew as he said, "Thank you Tia."

Tia started blushing slightly and a smile formed on her face. It always made her incredibly happy when Zatch appreciated the things that she did for him. Tia said happily, "You're welcome. I'm going to be your nurse for the day so if you need anything just ask me, okay?"

Zatch's smile grew and he had a request for Tia, "Tia can I have some yellow tail?"

This annoyed Tia; she let go of Zatch and crossed her arms; she replied, "Zatch, you're not supposed to eat like that when you're sick. You need to eat things like soup."

This made Zatch feel a little sad but he wanted to get better quickly and replied, "If soup helps make me feel better then can you ask mother to make me some?"

Normally Tia would love cooking for Zatch but she didn't want to leave his side for that long so she replied, "Okay, I'll tell Hana to make you some soup, I'll be right back!"

Tia hurriedly left the room to ask Hana to make soup for Zatch and by the time she came back to Kiyo's room only thirty seconds had passed. Zatch was amazed and said, "Wow Tia, you're so fast!"

Tia giggled and said, "Of course! A nurse has to stay with her patient and if she leaves she has to come straight back!"

The two children stayed in Kiyo room; Tia crouched down next to Zatch who continued to lay down. Hana walked into the room and said, "Your soup is ready Zatch. How are you feeling?"

Zatch looked up at Hana and said, "Nuu, I feel really sick but Tia is here to be my nurse."

Tia started blushing and didn't want anyone else to find out that she offered to be Zatch's nurse. Tia embarrassingly said, "What?! No I just... I just came over to play with Zatch that's all! So I'm just waiting for him to get better!"

Zatch interjected, "Nuu? But Tia you said-" Zatch couldn't finish his sentence because Tia covered his mouth with her hand and whispered angrily, "Shh!"

Hana smiled and saw through Tia's lie but pretended to believe it and said, "Well Tia, Zatch might not be better for a few days."

Embarrassment and the desire to take care of Zatch filled Tia and replied, "Then I'll just stay here until he gets better! I mean... I guess I should keep an eye on him since he is sick."

Hana could see Tia's affection for Zatch and replied, "Would you do that for me? You're so sweet Tia."

With that Hana left the room and Zatch started to sit up so he could eat his soup. Out of embarrassment and anger Tia hit Zatch on the forehead which caused him to instantly fall back down. Zatch cried and protect the spot Tia hit as he rolled side to side in pain. "Uwaaaa! Tia what was that for?!" Zatch asked in pain.

Tia was angry that Zatch told Hana about her being Zatch's nurse but already found a way to cover it up and replied coldly, "You're not supposed to move by yourself; that includes sitting up."

Zatch stopped crying and replied sadly, "Un-Unuu..." Tia thought about her actions and decided that she shouldn't harm Zatch and felt guilty for hitting him. Tia moved closer to Zatch and embarrassingly put an arm around his shoulder and said softly, "Let me help you up, Zatch."

Zatch accepted Tia's help and was once again in a sitting up position. They moved away from the sheets and Tia sat beside Zatch; she still had an arm around him which made her blush. Zatch finished his soup in no time at all and said happily, "Mmm, that was good!"

Zatch heard a grumbling sound and looked over at Tia and realized that it came from her stomach. Tia's embarrassment grew and she said, "I'm sorry, it's just I'm a little hungry."

Zatch smiled and said, "Well why didn't you say so? Even nurses need to eat. You can go downstairs and eat breakfast but you have to come straight back when you're done!"

Tia smiled; she let go of Zatch and stood up. "Okay! I'll be right back Zatch!" Tia left the room.

Tia was only gone for ten minutes and when she came back to the room she saw a shivering Zatch still in the same spot; she ran over to Zatch and said, "Zatch? Zatch are you okay?!" Tia started to panic.

Zatch was looking down at the ground but slowly looked up and said, "So... Cold..." He was hugging himself tightly and couldn't stop shivering.

Tia looked over and saw that the window was open. The temperature was in the single digits today and the wind started to pick up which sent icy chills into Kiyo's room.

Tia felt the chill and wondered how long Zatch had to put up with it. "Zatch, why didn't you close the window or at least get under your covers? You haven't even moved from this spot! Tia asked worriedly.

Zatch looked sad from his lack of freedom and replied, "You told me not to move by myself."

Tia was stunned and then remembered that she did tell Zatch that he wasn't allowed to move by himself; she felt pain in her heart because her cover up caused Zatch to suffer in the cold. Tia got on her knees and wrapped her arms around Zatch to share her warmth and as an apology. "I'm sorry Zatch... You are allowed to move, just forget what I said earlier." Tia said sadly.

Zatch drew closer to Tia and burrowed his face in her shoulder for warmth. After a few minutes Tia grabbed Zatch's hand and led him to his sheets. After she tucked Zatch in, Tia went towards the window and closed it and went back to sitting down next to Zatch.

Cold air still filled the room which caused Tia to start shivering but felt that she deserved it. Zatch looked concerned and asked, "Tia are you okay? You look really cold."

Tia started hugging herself and replied, "Don't worry about me. You're the one who's sick."

Zatch started to move to one side of his sheet; opening up room for someone else to lay down with him. Zatch patted the open spot and said, "Tia, you can get under the covers with me."

It was embarrassing for Tia to lay on the same sheets as Zatch but her desire to be warm and to lay with Zatch was stronger than the embarrassment so she got under the covers with him. They were both laying on their backs.

Zatch smiled and asked, "See? Doesn't that feel better?"

Tia still felt really embarrassed and was blushing brightly about being so close to Zatch; she turned her head towards him and replied nervously, "Y-Yeah. I-It feels a lot better."

Zatch thought Tia was acting strange and asked, "Tia, are you okay?"

This only made Tia more nervous; she shifted so that she was laying on her side while facing Zatch and she replied, "Ummm... Y-Yeah. I'm... I'm fine!"

Tia's constant stuttering confused Zatch; he stared into her face and she started shaking. Finally Zatch thought that Tia was shaking and stuttering from the cold and said, "Oh I get it! Come here." Zatch got on his side and moved closer to Tia; he rested his forehead against her's and wrapped his arm around her pulling her into a soft embrace.

Zatch's eyes were closed but Tia's were wide open from shock. It was rare for her to be held by Zatch and she never felt his forehead with her's. Tia's face became scarlet and she became extremely nervous but inside she was extremely happy and at peace as if she was in a dream.

Despite being so young, Tia always had a big crush on Zatch and she constantly daydreamed about innocent romance with him; today it felt like one of those daydreams was coming true. Finally Tia wrapped her arms around Zatch and closed her eyes; she also started smiling brightly.

At first Zatch held Tia to warm her up but now he wanted to hold her because it gave him a special sensation in his heart; it felt bubbly and light but most of all it felt extremely happy and free. The sickness pulled Zatch down into uneasiness and pain but whenever Tia held him those negative feelings went away and was replaced by the purest form of happiness.

The longer the hug the happier it made the two children and Tia couldn't hold it back any longer and let out a happy giggle. Upon hearing this Zatch giggled as well and said, "I'm really happy Tia!"

Tia held Zatch tighter and replied softly, "Me too." Tia was on cloud nine and never wanted the hug to end; unfortunately it had to end and was over once they heard a voice say, "My, you two look very happy."

Tia immediately let go of Zatch and jumped up; her once light blush turned crimson once again and Zatch just laid there confused. The two children looked at the doorway and saw that Hana was standing there with a bottle in her hand.

Hana walked closer to Zatch and said, "Here you go Zatch. This medicine will make you feel better but it will also make you sleepy." Hana placed the bottle next to Zatch and then looked at Tia which caused Tia to flinch from nervousness. "Tia you shouldn't stay that close to Zatch; you might catch his cold." Hana told the red headed child.

Once Hana left the room there was a silence that lasted awhile until Tia took the top off of the bottle and said, "Okay Zatch, it's time to take your medicine." Tia motioned the bottle towards Zatch's mouth.

Zatch started to sit up; he became sad and replied, "Unuu..."

Tia noticed this but made him drink the medicine regardless. After Zatch had as much as he was allowed to take, Tia asked, "What's wrong Zatch?"

Zatch laid back down and replied, "Well... First of all, mother said that the medicine was supposed to make me sleepy so I will probably fall asleep but that means you'll be lonely. Also I really wanted you to lay with me and hold me like you just did. I would be able to fall asleep easier if you held me but-" Zatch cut himself off when he saw Tia starting to get under the sheets with him. "T-Tia?!" Zatch said with surprise.

Tia started blushing again but a small smile rested on her face and she said, "Well why didn't you just say so? I'm your nurse so it's my job to make you happy so if you want me to hold you then I will." Tia proceeded to put her arms around Zatch.

Zatch stared into Tia's ruby eyes and as happy it made Zatch that Tia was holding him, he felt guilt and said worriedly, "Tia you shouldn't be close to me! You might get sick!"

Tia pressed her forehead against Zatch's and replied, "Zatch I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel better. Besides..." Tia's smile grew and continued, "Even if I do get sick that just means that you get to be my doctor and take care of me, right?"

Zatch started to smile and said happily, "Unuu! And I'll be the best doctor in the world!"

Tia giggled and said, "You're such a dork." Tia held Zatch tighter and continued, "Now it's time for you to go to sleep okay? And I'll be right here when you wake up."

Kiyo was walking home from school and his thoughts were racing about Zatch, "_Man I really hope Zatch is okay; I should have just stayed home from school today._"

Halfway home he heard a familiar voice call his name and found out that it was Megumi who had free time and wanted to spend it with Kiyo. The two teenagers were blushing slightly as they walked towards Kiyo's house together while holding hands; it was Megumi's idea and claimed that her hands felt cold.

Once they arrived they immediately went upstairs to check on the children and were surprised by what they found. "Well would you look at that; don't they look adorable?" Megumi asked with a smile. Kiyo simply replied, "Yeah." Kiyo was happy to see Zatch smiling even if he was sleeping.

Tia and Zatch were still sleeping together; both in each other's arms and were smiling. Megumi wrapped her hands around Kiyo's arm and rested her head against his shoulder as she continued to look at the two children. Kiyo blushed and looked at Megumi from the corner of his eyes.

When Zatch awoke he saw Megmui and Kiyo chatting on the bed. "Mmmm... Nuu?" Zatch said as was starting to wake up.

Kiyo looked down at Zatch and smiled. "Hey there buddy? How are you feeling?" Kiyo asked.

It took a few seconds but Zatch remembered his earlier condition and replied, "Unuu. I feel a little better." Zatch smiled but then coughed and continued, "But I still feel sick."

Megumi was informed of Zatch's condition and was glad to see him doing better and so she thought it wouldn't be inappropriate to tease Tia. "Aren't you glad to have such a loving nurse?" Megumi asked with a wink.

Before Zatch could respond he heard Tia from behind him. "Megumi! You said you would stop that!" Tia said embarrassingly. When Tia awoke, Megumi wouldn't stop teasing her for being so comfortable and happy while she slept with Zatch.

When Zatch turned around he saw Tia still laying down with him but was blushing and a frown rested on her face until she saw the face of her favorite yellow tail obsessed boy once more. "Hey Zatch! Did you sleep well?" Tia asked; she wanted to know if she made Zatch comfortable as he slept.

Zatch smiled and replied happily, "Unuu! I was able to sleep because of you! Thank you Tia! You are the best nurse ever!" Zatch went to hug Tia and even though she was embarrassed she returned the hug; she didn't mind other people knowing that she was Zatch's nurse; in fact she wanted people to know now because she didn't want actual nurses to take her job away.

Megumi felt happy for her demon; she knew that Tia liked Zatch a lot and could tell she was very happy with him. Megumi looked at Kiyo and thought, "_You make me happy like that too, Kiyo._"

Awhile had passed and it was time for bed. "Awww but I don't wanna leave, Megumi! I told Zatch I would take care of him!" Tia protested.

Megumi giggled from her partner's begging and replied, "I already talked to Mrs. Takamine and you're allowed to stay."

Normally Tia wouldn't want to be separated from her partner but she had a responsibility to take care of and said, "Yeah! Thank you Megumi!"

Kiyo left with Megumi to walk her home while Tia and Zatch stayed in the guest room. Tia set up sheets for her and Zatch to sleep on and Zatch walked into the room from Kiyo's. When Tia saw this she said worriedly, "Zatch! You shouldn't walk without help!"

Zatch looked sad and replied, "I know but I didn't want to be away from you."

His words touched Tia's heart and she said softly, "Aww... Zatch you're so sweet." Tia walked up to him and gave him a hug.

"Nuu?" Zatch said silently. Tia was really compassionate for him today which was new to Zatch but he really liked it so he returned the hug. When Tia pulled away a small blush and a big smile rested on her face.

Tia pointed to the sheets and said, "I made our bed for tonight! I know you like it when I hold you while you sleep so I made one bed for the two of us." Tia blushed harder and wasn't being completely honest and didn't tell Zatch that she loves sleeping next to him.

They laid down together and got into the same position as last time. Zatch was really happy but had one request, "Tia, can you tell me a bed time story?"

Zatch's request stunned Tia; she has never told a bed time story but wanted to satisfy Zatch and said nervously, "S-Sure! Just give me a minute."

A few seconds had passed until Tia said triumphantly, "Aha! I have one! Are you ready Zatch?"

Zatch happily replied in his usual fashion, "Unuu!"

Tia started telling Zatch her story, "Once there was a malevolent king named Gash. Gash was a kind ruler and was loved by his people. Even though Gash had many friends he felt like something was missing so one day King Gash marched over to the house of his peasant friend Tio. Tio was a strong girl and would do anything in the world to assist King Gash and so the King knew she could help him. When the King spoke to her of his troubles, Tio told him that he was missing the love of girl, the love of a wife. King Gash finally realized that what he was missing was Tio and then asked for her hand in marriage. Tio happily agreed and said, 'I've loved you since the very beginning Gash!' And so they got married and lived happily ever after."

It was a story that Tia's mind thought up before when she day dreamed about Zatch and all she had to do was switch up the names. Tia started blushing wildly after realizing she pretty much told Zatch her fantasies and asked really nervously, "S-So. D-Did you like it?"

Zatch was in a daze; even though it was a childish bedtime story he replied happily, "Unuu! I really like that story!" Zatch smiled but continued seriously, "You know what Tia? You're a lot like that girl in the story. You're really strong and you always help me; just like Tio helped the King."

Tia felt incredibly embarrassed when Zatch related her story character with her real self. Trying to avoid the topic she replied, "A-Anyways, it's getting really late. Goodnight Zatch!"

"Goodnight Tia!" Zatch replied happily.

Zatch closed his eyes and in a matter of minutes he fell asleep. Tia became drowsy but she giggled as she stared into his sleepy face and thought, "_Zatch, you look really cute when you're asleep. I'm sorry I cause you pain sometimes, but I'm always willing to make you feel better. You know, you make me a happy girl. I just hope I make you a happy boy. Zatch... I really do..._" Tia couldn't finish her thought; her body fell asleep as her mind drifted off into her dreams. Even while sleeping Tia managed to finish her thoughts out loud as she sleep talked, "Love you."

It was morning and Tia was stirring; she noticed Zatch was missing and looked around and was finally able to make out Zatch and called his name. Zatch was running happily around the room and once he heard Tia call his name he rushed over to her and yelled happily, "Tia I'm all better!"

Tia started sitting up, she still felt groggy from waking up but smiled anyways and replied, "That's great."

Zatch sat down in front of Tia and asked, "Unuu! So what do you want to do today Tia?"

Tia day dreamed and wanted to make her fantasies a reality just like yesterday but didn't have the courage and so she replied, "Well yesterday I came over to see if you wanted to go get yellow tail burgers; it's an all you can eat special."

Zatch's face lit up and replied excitedly, "Yellow tail burgers?! All you can eat?! Let's go!" Zatch stood up and started to run towards the door.

Unfortunately Tia had to deliver bad news and yelled, "Zatch! The special was yesterday and you were sick! They don't have all you can eat yellow tail burgers anymore!"

Zatch sank to his knees and created skid marks on the floor from his deceleration; he looked towards the heavens and yelled in a voice that the entire neighborhood could hear, "NOOOOOOOO-"

When you're sick happiness can still blossom. When you're too weak to move someone else can be your strength. And when you're shivering from the cold someone else can be your warmth. Zatch was miserable being sick and at the thought of being alone; but then Tia came along and made his sickness bearable and even made him happy. Sometimes to help someone get better you don't have to cast them up or give them medicine; to help someone get better you just have to be there to comfort them.

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Zatch's Sick Day by Youtoberz