Damn Mutt

**AN: **It's been like YEARS since I've watched Zombie Loan, and I'm ashamed to say that I've just NOW decided to start reading the manga. Anywho, this idea is random but it's been on my mind for some time. So, whatever, here it goes. I hope you like it. :)

**Damn Mutt**

Once again, Chika's own superiority complex got the best of him. Shito and he had gotten into yet another one of their theatrical disputes, leaving poor little Michiru in the middle of it all. Bekko, as patiently oblivious as he was, told the two of them that if they were going to fight that they would have to take it outside. God forbid something happen to his precious office. Chika didn't even consider wasting his "precious fists" on someone so pretentious and snotty, so he took off, eager to find and slay the zombie that would've pinched a nice penny for him.

Little did he know was that he had bitten off more than he could chew. The zombie he had encountered was a former marine and martial artist in life. He may have been a walking sack of decomposing flesh, but he was still able to move like lightning unlike most of the other zombies Chika and Shito had hunted in the past. This was bad.

He was so pissed that he didn't even tell anyone that he was going to fight the zombie all alone, therefore no would come looking for him should he not return to the office after a certain amount of time. Now, here he sat, his arm shattered and blood rushing down his shoulder. There was a deep claw mark in his cheek, and a good portion of his sweater had been ripped away, revealing half of his chest.

"Shit..." he swore.

He had desperately hidden in a small alley behind a dumpster. Chika could tell the zombie was now out for his head only, seeing as how it was passing the few restaurants that were open at this hour, not bothering to step into any of them and feast on whatever unlucky soul it came across. Chika could hear the creature's demented laughter as it ran up the street, looking for his pray. As much as it cramped his style, Chika was going to have to find a way to escape.

This zombie was too damn strong.

"Chi...Chika..." a voice that strained to pronounce his name.

Chika's head shot up to the top of the building in which he was hiding beside to see the werewolf Lyca, with Shimotsuki, aka Chairperson, holding onto him on his back.

Chiki childishly glared up at them both. "You two..."

Lyca gracefully jumped down into the alley, landing perfectly on his feet. Shimotsuki carefully climbed off of his back, adjusted her dress and looked down at Chika with her normally placid eyes.

"Chika,"she sighed. "This zombie is the type that can't be taken care of alone. Have you considered what could happen to you should he have gotten the upper hand on you?"

Chika gaped. _"IF?! _So what do ya call the condition that I'm in NOW?!"

The little girl giggled and pulled out her cell phone. "I'm going to call Bekko and tell him to send Shito down here for assistance."

Chika gritted his teeth; Shito was going to show up and clean up where Chiki had so impulsively left off. That bastard was no going to let this go, he could already tell. He could already see that cocky little smile of his. Chika tried to stand, but his would was too deep. Letting out a cry of pain, he fell back into his sitting position.

"Yes, as soon as possible," Shimotsuki said into the phone before snapping it shut and turning back to Chika. "Try not to move. Your injury is too severe for you to continue any longer."

Chika pouted. "How the hell did you both find me, anyway?"

"Lyca smelled the blood and recognized your scent," she replied. "Lyca. Take Chika back to the office. Tell Yuuta to bandage him up."

He nodded. "Yes..."

"WHAT-?! You're leaving in the dog's hands?!" Chika exclaimed.

Shimotsuki smiled. "Don't worry. He's been behaving very well. He still doesn't like males that much, but since he's seen and been around you a lot more than any other boy, he's used to you. Isn't that right, Lyca?"

The werewolf stared at Shimotsuki and then down at the wounded boy. "Chi...ka..."

Chika mentally paled. "He...can say my name?!"

"He's become a little familiar with you." She gave another pleasant smile. "Lyca. Take Chika now."

The werewolf bent down and carefully scooped Chika up in his arms in a bridal style position. The wolf-boy was far slimmer and tinier that Chika, but his strength was great enough for lifting someone larger than him to be a simple as carrying a bucket.

"HEY! WAIT A MINUTE! THE WAY YOU'RE HOLDING ME IS TOO DEGRADING!" Chika protested.

"Shito and Michiru are on their way. I'll see you at the office, Chika-kun," Shimotsuki dismissed.

And before Chika could register what was happening, he was shooting up the roof via Lyca, and felt the wind flowing through his hair as he flew threw night.

"HEY! COME ON! SLOW IT DOWN! I'M GETTING DIZZY HERE!" Chika screamed.

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After having his wounds cleaned, ointment applied, bandaged wrapped over his wound, and being given a light-blue top, Chika began to feel a little woozy.

"Ugh..." Chika groaned.

Yuuta smiled. "Don't worry. The painkillers that I had to give you are going to take effect and put you into a sleeping state, Chi-kun. You're going to have to stay here in the infirmary tonight."

"Brilliant," Chika mumbled, already feeling the medicine kicking in. He topped back onto the bed and tried his best to get comfortable on the paper-like sheets.

"Sleep tight." Yuuta stood up. "I'm going to go get some snacks from the deli. In the meantime..."

Yuuta pointed over his shoulder.

"Lyca-chan will keep you company!" he chirped. Lyca had been quietly observing Yuuta tending to Chika from the corner. He was sitting in a squatting position with his hands pressed flat to the floor, resembling the dog that he was on the inside.

"I'll be back shortly!" Yuuta sang, and danced out of the room.

"Wait...stop..." Chika's voice became a little slurred as the medication's influence got stronger. "Don't leave me alone...with...dog..."

Lyca's inclined his head in curiously before standing up and walking over to Chika's bed. He had at first been severely uneasy being around other males, but it was mostly because they were the many things that he wasn't used to; he most certainly didn't dislike them just to dislike them. Now that he had observed and gotten a little familiar with Chika, his curiosity was making him take the time to get a close examination of one.

"O-Oi..." Chika sighed. "Don't stare...like that..."

Lyca merely stared at Chika's face.

Chika weakly gritted his teeth. "Chairperson...why don't...you just go on back to her...?"

Lyca stared at Chika more before speaking. "Shimotsuki...order Lyca...to protect Chika...Lyca...will protect Chika."

Chika's eyes would have widened if they weren't so heavy, so instead he merely rolled his eyes. "Damn mutt...I don't need protection."

As though hypnotized by his words, Lyca raised his hand and gently touched Chika's cheek.

Chika felt heat rush to his cheeks. "W-What the hell are you...?"

Lyca recalled a night in which he was restless, and Shimotsuki sang a gentle lullaby to him, making him curl up and sleep like a baby under her bed. He seemed to only enjoy being under there because he was used to sleeping only in dark spaces.

In the werewolf's mind, he felt that if the gentle melody was enough to make him sleep, then...

Carefully, he climbed into the infirmary bed and curled up at Chika's side. Chika felt the top of his head under his chin.

His muscles were too relaxed to attempt to push Lyca off.

"H-Hey...what the hell...are y-you thinking?" Chika coyly demanded, his face blushing deeply.

Instead of getting an answer, Chika could hear Lyca's voice humming a melody against his chest. It was the tone of the song Naraku No Hana. Lyca wrapped his arms around Chika's waist and closed his eyes as he continued to softly hum to him.

"Oh..."

Chika would not have admitted it, but Lyca's song was soothing him. Chika felt himself falling deeper and deeper into sleep. Lyca snuggled closer into him, still humming. Chika didn't know if it was the medicine making him do it, but he slowly put an arm across the humming werewolf's waist, pulling him closer.

"Damn...mutt..."

And Chika drifted to sleep with the werewolf by his side.

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Damn Mutt by xXSlasherXx


20

20 sentence of the zombie hunters. Hints of Chichiru and Michito.

1. Asking

If Chika ask Michiru one more time if she sees a zombie, then she'll make sure she punch him so hard that Shito would give her an applause.

2. Chocolate

Shito wondered from whom the chocolate, which he ate yesterday, was until he heard Chika and Michiru shout in anger.

3. Friends

If someone ask if Chika has friends, he will look one second to Michiru and Shito, and the next second he will say they're just his co-workers.

4. French

"Tu es stupide." Chika would never know what Shito said, until he opened the book, translated the sentence, throw it away, and proceeded the punch his partner in crime.

5. Crossdressing

"You have the legs for it." Michiru said with a troll face, who looked the angry Shito with a skirt which fitted him really well.

6. Swear

The last time Michiru was in her room, she swore her diary was on her bed.

7. Diary

"I just came after that I love-" Chika and Shito couldn't read the last part as Soutsetsu took the diary from them with a smirk

8. Staring

Shito sighed as he looked at the lavendette, who never noticed his staring, and when she asked, he would deny it and put on an act.

9. Valentine

"Here, I tried it for you, please it!" A girl said straight forward, but Chika rejected it, because he rather wanted to eat _her_ chocolate, no matter how bad it tasted.

10. Improvement

Koyomi, Chika and Shito ate the food that Michiru made and when they smiled, Michiru couldn't help but to feel happy about her improving cooking skills.

11. Beware

When Shiba asked Michiru the way, she screamed out loud in pure fear and ran to Chika, who was glaring at his former friend.

12. Red

Michiru dashed harder upon the sight of seeing Shito covered in dark red blood, laughing madly at the sight of the hopeless zombies.

13. Shirtless

It was a sin of her, but Michiru couldn't help but to look at her male friends when they shirtless while squealing from the inside.

14. Gratuitous English

"Trua rabu-" Chika threw the remote while shouting "you speak it out as true love, is it that hard?" while Michiru sulked about the ruined lovely mood.

15. NO

It was perfect: the mood, the song and the background, until you have two overprotective friends who shouted loudly "NO!" while everyone is watching.

16. Roses

'What a nice flowers, I wonder who send me this?' Michiru thought as she was looking at the red roses.

17. Blush

Chika blushed harder when Michiru blushed as she picked the red roses up, thinking that it was completely embarrassing and completely unlike him.

18. Dream

One night, Shito and Chika dreamed about a girl with lavender coloured hair who smiled and called their name.

19. Allow

The night in another universe where the reversal never happened, Michiru stood in front of Chika's door and asked him with teary eyes if she could sleep with him because she was so scared, which he allowed as he pulled her into a warm hug.

20. Freak

"Let's be freak together." Michiru shouted in joy, to only see Chika and Shito blush and deny that they're freaks.

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20 by chiruchiru-chan


My Zombies

This is my second ficcy be kind please! I don't own Zombie Loan or any other wildly successful manga!

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My Zombies

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These are my zombies,

one cloaked in black and one in white.

They may be dead,

but they live in full color and light.

They still feel pain and their blood is still red.

No matter their state my boys are still human.

Even though I still live,

they show me how to truly be alive.

Without them I would be alone.

To each his own loan.

I love their sarcastic smiles,

I even like their cynical wiles.

My zombies. My boys. My very best friends.

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My Zombies by syckandtwysted


Disses and Combacks

**A/N:**** Heeeeeey guys!! This is my new Bleach/Zombie Loan fanfic! I hope this first chapter pleases and amuses you! BTW this take place after episode 11 of Zombie Loan, before A-loan and all that random-ness.**

**I own nothing!!**

Chapter 1:

_Combacks and Disses_

"The fact that I am even talking to you right now proves that my life will be ruined!!" shouted Shito, arguing with Chika as usual.

"Really, I would think your life was a living hell from the start! It's you who ruined MY life!!" retorted Chika.

Michiru sighed. How long would they continue to fight before realizing that their lives would get better if they stopped? If they did more hunting and less fighting, they probably would've paid their debts back already.

She clutched The Grim Reaper (in chibi from,) closer to her, which earned an annoyed squeak from him which she ignored, and moved away from them and leant on the wall of a building.

They had been on a job. The zombie had probably died of boredom waiting for them to arrive. Michiru chuckled. As if zombies wait to be killed.

"You're the most annoying person I have ever met in my entire life!!" spat Shito.

"Well YOU'RE the most annoying person I'VE ever met in MY life!!" copied Chika.

"You can't even make up your own disses!? You have to copy mine?!" Shito sneered.

"I'm not copying them!! I'm recycling them!! I'm eco friendly, everyone loves me!!" cried Chika.

"What," Shito sounded exasperated. "That makes no sense!!"

"You make no sense!!"

"That must be the lamest comeback in the world!"

"At least I have a comeback!! You're just asking questions!!"

"That wasn't a question, it was a statement!"

"So now you're trying to be a teacher?!"

"AARRRGGH!!"

"You're shit!"

"You're trash!"

"You're crap!"

"F-- YOU!!" they shouted that one at the same time, and then proceeded to start the physical abuse.

"Ummm... guys..." Michiru tried to reason with them, as always. But, as always, they shouted,

"STAY OUT OF IT!!" while rolling around the floor. Suddenly everything went silent, and Chika shouted,

"JINX!! Now you can't talk, so there!" He got up and he already had a few bruises.

"Wha-?" started Shito, but Chika yelled,

"AAH!! You can't speak!!"

"But-?"

"NOOO!"

"What kind of childish-?" Chika jumped at Shito and attempted to keep him from talking and the tackling started again.

"Squeak!" said The Grim Reaper AKA Zarame.

"Yeah, they do always do that," answered Michiru.

"Really?" said a voice from behind her.

"Yes, ALL THE TIME..." she answered.

"Squeak?"

"What'd'ya mean who's that?" Michiru asked and turned around to see who had talked, "AHHH!" she jumped away by like a mile.

"Ah! You can see me?" asked the orange-haired man.

"Huh!? O-of course I can see you!! But who are you?"

"Um..." he said.

"Sorry, you just startled me," apologized Michiru getting up and bowing.

"Great... Sorry," he answered.

"No need. Your giant sword was a shock, because it's soo... big," Michiru tried to find the right word.

"Give up!" Michiru and the man turned their heads to Shito and Chika's physical/verbal fighting.

"Stop talking!"

"I don't care if you jinxed me!!"

"You should!!"

"You are such a child!!"

"You're an old man!!"

"Well, I AM way older than you!"

"So you agree!?"

"I'm still not an old man!!"

"ARRGH!"

"RAAH!!"

"Ummm... yeah..." Michiru sighed. "So who are you?" she directed her question at the giant-sword-wielding-man next to her.

"YEAH! What she said!" agreed Shito and Chika, popping in out of nowhere. Also out of nowhere, Shito had his arm in a cast and Chika had bandages on his head.

"I've never seen you before at our school!" shouted Chika.

"And what school is that?" asked the red-head guy, AKA if you haven't guessed yet, Ichigo.

"The nameless school of which no one knows the name of!!" continued Shito.

(A/N: sarcasm It's the characters fault they don't know the name of their school. Yeah, let's blame them, not me!)

"Never heard of it," Ichigo stated.

"You better not have!" shouted Chika.

"Huh?" asked everyone.

"Sorry, I've been arguing with Shito for too long..." Chika said sheepishly.

"SQUEAK!" shouted Zarame.

"Huh?" Chika looked at him.

"Ahh!" Michiru tried to hide him.

"Whoa... what is that?" asked Ichigo.

"Ummm... This? It's umm..." stuttered Michiru.

"SQUEAK!" A mini-scythe appeared out of nowhere, and Zarame stuck it in Ichigo's head.

"What the- OUCH! What the hell was that!?" shouted Ichigo.

"Umm. This is Zarame-sama..." Michiru held him up to Ichigo's face and introduced him. Zarame glared at him.

"What the hell is this thing..." asked Ichigo, looking at it as if trying to see what it was made of.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

"You're the grim reaper? HAH! That's the most hilarious thing I have EVER heard!!" Ichigo started laughing like Hell.

"W-what? You can understand what he is saying!? Only me and Koume can understand him!" shouted Michiru.

"Huh?" Ichigo stopped laughing and got up from where he was laughing on the floor.

**A/N:**** So far that's all! Hope you enjoyed, look forward to the next chapter!! -huggles Zarame- byebye!!**

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Disses and Combacks by Talk Bubble


Curious

Like two lions tumbling down a hill side. Zarame and Shiba vigorously tore at one another, scythe tearing through flesh, only to nick the skin, dagger digging through the seemingly endless bandages and buckles.

Then there was victory. The reaper pressed his shoe over the zombie's vile throat, raising the scythe over his head with murderous intent.

"WAIT!" Shiba cried out, his voice crackling from the weight of the foot on his throat. Hm...in that position best he could try would be to stab the reaper's leg and hope he topple over, but thus far he showed no signs of any of his dagger wounds doing anything. He did pause however at that 'Wait', leaning back a little, letting the heavy scythe lean on his shoulder as his cold eye fixed on the man beneath him.

Shiba gave a bit of a cough to try to clear his throat and get it to tighten up a little, afraid of getting his vocal cords crushed. "Don't I get a final request?" he asked in his horse tone. All he got was an annoyed but curious look from the reaper. Once Shiba called his dagger away however the reaper was curious, he pulled his strong foot back enough to let Shiba move, the man's usual clever smirk began playing on his lips. Of course he was up to something, how could he possibly not be. But as per usual one thing took hold of him and refused to subside. What did the reaper look like under those bandages? Curiosity be damned, his was too persistent to ignore.

Needless to say as the zombie took his sweet time getting up Zarame looked to be getting impatient, till said zombie leaned towards him, fingers curiously tracing the bandages around his face. Lightly ghosting from his right temple, beneath his bandaged eye, his cheek bone, jaw line, finally coming to a rest about where his lips were hidden.

His lips parted momentarily to make a curious cooing sound, leaving Shiba utterly bewildered. It didn't stop him however. He simply figured the man was asking what he was doing, so he kindly offered his answer, "Come now, my first encounter with a reaper. Indulge my curiosity before killing me," he said with a smirk. His fingers only lingered on his invisible lips a moment before trailing downwards. Tracing his jaw, down to lightly fondle his adam's apple, to the dip in his collarbone, to his chest.

He had no idea why the reaper wasn't still trying for his neck, but the slight trembles the man made when his nipples were brushed made Shiba far more curious. His interest in Chika was long forgotten, completely focused on the man he had trembling beneath his fingers. Perhaps the reaper was simply just as curious as the zombie, confused about how the violent thrashing had suddenly turned to that soft, gentle caress.

Shiba's attention returned to the man's body fully till he heard the slightest cooing chirp from the man as his fingers reached his naval. He glanced at that confused red eye but got no cue to stop.

There was no stop, no motion to lop off his head...of course he was continuing on, his fingers dancing lower to toy with the hem of the man's pants. No argument still. He finally brought the other hand up to join the other at the hem of the reaper's pants. There was another purr-like sound...but Shiba had no clue what those sounds meant so he happily indulged his curiosity. His fingers slipped down the reapers toned sides, feeling where the bandages finally gave way to cold, pale flesh. Yep, that was all Shiba needed to further entice him.

One hand went up to toy with a nipple, the other began curiously rummaging in the reaper's pants. He heard Zarame's sharp gasp before the heavy clang of his scythe dropping behind him. Shiba watched the reapers hands fidget and twitch curiously, perhaps unsure what to do with them. Well that was fine, Shiba was having plenty of amusement of the slight noises occasionally made by the reaper. Hm...the bandages were a little in the way, but regardless he bite down on the reaper's collarbone, causing another sharp intake of breath.

It was surprising to say the least to watch the emotions that one eye held, confusion, embarrassment, curiosity. When Shiba's hand left his soft hip to gently stroke the underside of his growing erection Zarame gave another little coo, this time trying to choke it back and hide it behind a hand. How...hm, now what was the best description of that? Yea, cute had to be it. The man was bandaged, violent, cruel...yet he showed this rare cute face to Shiba, how fortunate.

Shiba finally pressed Zarame up against a wall, letting them both slowly drop to the ground in the alley, both leaning on Zarame's dark cape.

"Might as well get rid of these," he murmured into the reaper's ear, again making him tremble slightly. He moved both hands again, this time to tug the man free of his pants and shoes, eyes fixing on the erection he was currently sporting. He bent down, gazing up at the reaper's widening eye. He gave the head just a simple lick, a tiny motion that caused the man to shudder and shut his eye tightly.

This time his tongue flicked out to lick from the base along the view to the lip, causing Zarame to clap both hands over his mouth in attempts to hide that coo-like groan. It was cut short however to be replaced with a sharp gasp as Shiba worked one finger into the reaper. It seemed to keep him curious however since he made no sign of struggle. As he worked in another finger in his tongue went back to toying with the weeping head of the reaper's erection.

The reaper's eye opened slowly however when Shiba stopped and even pulled out his fingers. He gave a weaker, curious chirp but that was again cut short by another gasp when Shiba thrust into the man. "Reapers taste better than I would've thought," he purred into Zarame's ear as he slowly pushed in deeper.

He waited till the muscles loosened enough to begin moving, thrusting in and out of the taller form beneath him. Zarame still seemed at a loss for what to do but eventually loosened enough to put both arms around Shiba's shoulders, pulling him a bit closer. He crooned against and tossed his head back however at a particular thrust that hit that certain bundle of nerves, sending electricity through his body.

Shiba plundered the reaper's body till he felt the man tighten and tremble as he came, squeezing Shiba in his arms. He could only give a few final thrusts before he climaxed inside the reaper.

The two breathed heavily in eachothers arms a few m ore moments before Zarame's still trembling hand grabbed his scythe. But as he lifted it he couldn't help but stare at Shiba a few more moments, for what, Shiba couldn't tell, all he could tell was it was hesitation. "No hard feelings," he said with a grin, a moment later his hand thrust into the man's chest.

The scythe clattered to the ground as Shiba pulled away with the green glowing core between his index and thumb.

The last thing Shiba saw before he straightened himself and turned away was that red eye widen. He didn't ask however, simply walked away.

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hosht...my first raunchy fic...any good? o3o;;

Edit: Thenk yew Ashimaru for bringing to my attention that my computer is an ass that stoled the paragraphs

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Curious by LordPocky


Monster

**Umm...hi everyone! This is my first Zombie Loan fanfic, and to be quite honest...it scares the hell out of me that something like this came out of my head. To say that this fic is dark would be the understatement of the century. This fic isn't just dark, it's completely pitch black!**

**But, despite the fact that writing this has caused me to seriously question my mental health, I hope you all enjoy it! So, for those of you who were not completely scared off by my introduction, on with the fic!**

**Oh, and just so you know, this little oneshot fits in to episode 8 of the anime series, and is my version of what happened between Toho and Shito during their little meeting at the aquarium.**

**Warning: FREAKIN' DARK FIC! Major non-con/rape. No like, no read.**

**Disclaimer: Well, if I did own Zombie Loan, which I don't, I think it's safe to say that it would definitely have a MUCH higher rating...**

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"Now, let us break in the monster."

It was not the first time Shito had heard such words. In fact, he had come to expect them. Demon. Mistake. Freak of nature. _Monster_. All were names that he had been called since the day he was born.

The reality of what he was, however, was much more grim. Shito was a tool. A weapon. Something to be broken. Something to be used. Something to be feared. But never something to cared for. Never something to be loved.

After all, who was he, a monster born among the dead, to expect the privileges of the living?

"Kneel right there, Shito-sama."

Knowing that he did not have the right, or the power, to refuse, the raven-haired teen reluctantly did as he was told, closing his eyes as he did so. It was an old game Shito had played since he was very young. If he couldn't see it, he could pretend it wasn't real. He could pretend it was all just a nightmare. Besides, while Shito knew insolence would only cause him more pain, it didn't mean he had to watch what he knew was coming next.

Toho smiled. "Very good, Shito-sama. What an obedient monster you are today." The Chinese man's voice was deceptively warm, but Shito knew that, were he to open his eyes and look up at Toho's face, those slitted eyes would be little more than shards of ice.

"Let us test just how far that obedience goes, shall we?"

Shito forced his mind to remain blank as he heard the rustle of fabric that signified the clasps of Toho's robes being undone. He fought back against the panic that threatened to overwhelm him at the sound of Toho's footsteps drawing him ever nearer to where Shito knelt.

The dark-haired boy could almost feel the heat coming off Toho's body as the man stopped only a few inches away from him. Keeping his eyes squeezed shut, Shito fought to suppress the nausea that welled up inside him when he felt something hot and hard pressed against his face.

"You know what to do, Shito-sama. And should you dare to bite me, I'll make you curse the fact that you cannot die."

Slowly, and without opening his eyes, Shito reached up and took the hard organ in his hand, guiding it into his mouth. Almost instantly he had to fight down his gag reflex as eager hips made to thrust into the wet heat of his mouth. Succeeding in relaxing his throat muscles, the crimson-eyed boy dutifully sucked at the member thrusting in and out of his mouth.

When Toho's orgasm finally hit, it caught Shito by surprise. Choking, Shito fell back on his hands and knees, coughing and spitting the foul tasting seed out onto the floor.

After a few minutes Shito finally stopped gagging and collapsed onto the floor, panting for breath. _Please. Please let him be finished for today_, Shito prayed to whatever god would hear him. He didn't think he could take anymore of this. Not today.

Unfortunately for Shito, it appeared that, if there was a god, he had not heard his prayer.

"Stand up, Shito-sama," Toho ordered, still slightly breathless from his previous orgasm. Shito, his eyes once again squeezed shut, stood up, making sure his back was facing Toho.

"Strip."

Once again, Shito obeyed without a word, slowly removing his clothes. First his shoes and socks, then his shirt, then his pants...

No sooner had the dark-haired boy removed his last piece of clothing than he felt a strong hand grab him by the back of his neck and slam him face first up against the glass wall of the fish tank. Shito made sure his eyes remained firmly closed, but he could not suppress the shudder of terror and revulsion that went through his body as Toho's hands felt and groped over every inch of his flesh.

The Chinese man chuckled. "Like that do you, Shito-sama?" he purred, rubbing his renewed arousal against Shito's entrance. "Then you'll absolutely _love_ this," and without another word, or even a minute amount of preparation or lubrication, Toho entered the smaller boy in one, brutal thrust.

Shito bit his lip hard enough to draw blood to hold back his scream of agony. Without giving him any time to adjust, Toho set a hard, fast pace, thrusting in and out of Shito's tight channel with all the ferocity he could manage.

"How does it feel, Shito-sama?" Toho whispered huskily next to Shito's ear, never faltering in his brutal pace. "How does it feel to be used by another man? How does it feel to be reduced to nothing? I wonder what would happen if those little 'friends' of yours could see you now, playing the part of the whore. After all, that's all you'll ever be good for. And this part of you," he grunted with an especially hard thrust, "Is the only part that will ever have any value."

"Though I will say this for you, Shito-sama," the Chinese man continued, his thrusts growing more and more erratic, "Even after all these years, you still have the best hole around. Always so tight..." Toho moaned, and finally came, spending his seed for a second time, deep inside of Shito.

When the taller man finally pulled out and stepped away from him, Shito could do nothing but slump to the floor. He was dimly aware of Toho retrieving his clothes and getting dressed, and then slowly approaching where Shito lay motionless.

Kneeling down next to the slightly trembling boy, Toho whispered, "This was certainly a most enjoyable visit, Shito-sama. We will have to do this again...very soon." And with that, the Chinese man straightened up, turned toward the exit, and left, without even another glance in Shito's direction.

He had no idea how long he lay there, silently trembling and fighting back tears he absolutely refused to let fall. No, he would never give Toho the satisfaction of being the cause of his tears. Not ever again.

Eventually, Shito managed to work up the strength to crawl over to where his clothes lay in a heap on the floor and slowly redress himself, wincing and even softly crying out as he did so. When he was finally fully clothed again, he carefully stood up and, leaning heavily on the wall for balance, made his way to the door and left the room.

As Shito slowly made his way back to the dormitory, he thought over what had just happened. Really, it was pathetic that something like this still had such a profound effect on him. After all, it was certainly not the first time it had happened, and, if what Toho said had any merit, it would not be the last. So why was he still reduced to a trembling, terrified mess after every time? Why did it still take every ounce of self-control he had not flinch away from any touch, be it friendly or otherwise? He shouldn't be like this. He should be above it. He should be stronger. He should be...

"That bastard," Shito choked out, once again fighting back tears, "Did whatever the hell he wanted..."

No, it didn't matter how many times it happened, Shito knew he would never get used to it. It would always hurt, in more ways than one. And after all, wasn't the pain something he deserved? He was a zombie, a creature that went against nature. And worse still, he hunted down his own kind for money. He didn't even have Chika's redeeming ability of guiding souls to Heaven, for all he was capable of was damning them to Hell.

So of course he had deserved everything that happened. He was a zombie. A bounty hunter. An instrument of damnation.

A monster.

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**Well, there it is. The most disturbing fanfic I have ever written. I'd like to make this perfectly clear. I most certainly DO NOT hate Shito. He's actually my favorite character. But, being the sadist that I am, I enjoy torturing my favorite characters. Sucks for poor Shito, but hey, that's life (erm...well, after life, in his case).**

**I truly hope you enjoyed the fic, and if you did, or even if you didn't, please please please please PLEASE let me know in a review! I am a review junkie! I live off reviews! Please give me my fix!**

**Ta ta for now, my lovelies!**

**~Neko-chan~**

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Monster by KuroNekoShoujo


What Hurts the Most

_**A/N:**_ Hello to everyone who is reading this! I was rereading some chapters of Zombie-Loan when this idea came into my head. This story happens in Chapter 49 of the manga, just after they return to their dormitories. This is my idea of something that might have passed in Chika's mind and what could have happened with a few minor twists here and there :D I started writing following Chika's thoughts but then I mixed his and Michiru's later on (just clarifying for anyone that may get confused with the exchange that I'll suddenly do with the thoughts).

I apologize if you think that the characters are acting too OOC. I'm still not very accustomed with the ways of thinking and acting of some characters, especially Chika's, something that was difficult for me while I was writing. Nevertheless, don't forget that Chika isn't feeling exactly like himself here, so obviously he wouldn't act entirely as him, right? ;)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! And if you can, please review so I can know what you think of the story!

_**Disclaimer:**_ I do not own the characters of Zombie-Loan. If I owned them then Michiru would have ended with Chika and the end of the manga would have been different. Seriously, how could the manga end up like that? It is basically asking for a continuation! Oh, well...

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Chika was restless. Lying in his bed, he couldn't calm down his thoughts. They had finally managed to get out of that crazy dimension after days, but he couldn't get himself to relax. Something was still bothering him.

Images of Yuuta healing everyone's wounds went back to his mind. The images kept going until they focused on Yuuta healing the arm of a girl of his age with purple hair and glasses, making him grimace and sit again on his bed. The image centered at the bruise on her arm.

Why hadn't he been more careful? Perhaps if he had accepted something to eat at that time then Gopher wouldn't have gotten hurt and they wouldn't have had that big problem to get him back to normal...

Chika grunted. Those thoughts were tormenting him since everything had calmed down and he had time to think about everything that had happened. Only then did he finally realize what he had done with Michiru. Much of what happened after he had left the room where they were eating was a big blur. He remember having begun to walk through the halls and start seeing everything blurry. He remember sitting on the floor and seeing Gopher coming. He remember he was hungry...

Chika shook his head frustrated. It was no use. Even if he tried he couldn't remember anything else. A mixture of hunger with his old memories and his zombie instincts starting to appear made any of his rational sense disappear at the time. Chika closed his fist. The image of the wound returned to his mind. Of all the people who could have been there, why did it have to have been Gopher? Just the only one there who wasn't a zombie? Why her?

The idea that he might have even tried to eat her and ended up hurting her really disturbed him. That was bothering him more than he thought it was possible. Yet he knew there was no point in blaming himself. Knowing Gopher she most likely wasn't blaming him for it. Sighing, Chika looked at the window absently. Gopher was too generous with the others around her.

A sudden feeling made him stop and look at the object he was holding. A 500 yen coin. He almost wanted to snort at the irony of the situation. Closing his fist with the coin inside, he finally rose from his bed. He had to go see Gopher. Maybe then he could calm this strange feeling with his restlessness. Yeah... Who knows...?

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Walking slowly through the halls of the dormitory, Chika began to reconsider his idea. Perhaps Gopher was really upset with him and didn't want to even look at him! Although she had gone through all that just to save him... But still!

Fiddling nervously the coin with his right hand in his pocket, he suddenly found himself in front of the door of said girl's bedroom.

He stood in front of the door for a few seconds before shaking his head angrily and approaching it. _Damn it, Chika! What is your problem? You just have to knock on the door and talk to her! Nothing more! It's not like you've never done it! You had this idea, now continue with it! It's just a thank you!_ He mentally scolded himself before controlling the expression on his face in a more calm one and finally knocking. He had decided to do that, now he had to continue with it. He just needed to control himself. Gopher didn't have to know everything that was going on in his head, right?

He heard a surprised scream coming from inside the room before a girl with glasses opened the door.

"Hi!" He said in a calm tone as he looked at the girl's surprised expression.

"Chika's here too? How? What now?" She mumbled confused and somewhat exasperated, but with a small smile. It wasn't uncommon to see Chika appearing in her bedroom. Her original plan had been staying in her bed and resting a bit, but seeing that Koyomi was completely asleep in her bed and now Chika was also there, she was already seeing that her plan wasn't going to work. Nevertheless, it didn't bother her that much. She actually enjoyed Chika's company.

"Nothing much~" The white haired boy replied. "I guess I'm just passing by..."

Michiru saw Chika's calm expression slowly start to fade and a more nervous aura surround him. "Hmm... um... "

"Chika, you're drunk too?" She asked looking confused.

"... Hand..." She heard him murmur.

"Huh?" She said even more confused. "Hand...?"

She suddenly felt her hand being held by the surprisingly light and gentle touch of Chika's hand. Michiru looked surprised at his hand and felt her heart start beating a little faster. She turned her astonished gaze to the boy in front of her and realized that he was staring at the floor while his face had acquired a slight reddish tint.

"Chi... Chika?" She murmured even more confused. What was he doing?

"This... This is... A special..." The boy started saying again. Michiru felt her own face begin to heat up as she looked Chika fight with his words. "Huh... It's for you. Gopher fee." He finished while releasing her hand.

Michiru looked surprised the object in her hand. "500 yen...?"

"Like I said! That's it." Chika said avoiding her eyes and looking even redder. "Y-you came looking for me. Even in that weird place. So... So it's..."

Michiru suddenly found herself looking into a serious pair of golden eyes. "It's a tip for being a model Gopher." Even with his red face Chika managed to seriously look at the girl in front of him. "I owe you one, okay!"

Michiru unconsciously closed her hand around the coin while Chika continued to speak. "Starting today, you're promoted to Golden Gopher!"

Michiru looked at him for a second before she started laughing.

The reaction was immediate. "What? W-what are you laughing at, G-Golden Gopher!" Chika said, feeling quite embarrassed.

"You... you said it with such an air of importance..." Michiru managed to say as she rubbed her eye to remove the tears that formed there because she laughed so much. "It was funny..."

"It's not the least bit funny!"

"Yes it is."

"Whatever, I just gave you 500 yen, that's all." He said still somewhat embarrassed by her reaction. Nevertheless, he was glad that her reaction was that and not send him away.

Then he saw Michiru smiling happily while she held the hand that was holding the coin with her other hand. "Thank you. I'll accept it. "

Wit this an idea formed in his head. "You said you'll accept it?" He asked with a smile beginning to form on his face.

"Eh?"

"You said you'll accept! That's great!" He said grinning and holding up a fist in a sign of victory. "So tonight, I'll sleep in your room!" And with that he entered in her room.

"Whaaat?" Michiru cried surprised while getting out of the way to avoid being hit by Chika getting in her room. "But why? You said it was a gopher tip!"

"Because you accepted the rent of course!" He replied in the same bright tone before turning to her and looking at her with a sweet expression that remembered Michiru of a cute little puppy. "Aw, isn't it okay...?"

_That look..._ Michiru thought paralyzed. _He wouldn't... Here it comes again!_

"What? The shinigami can but I can't?" Chika said with that same look. "At this time shouldn't you hold me gently?"

"What! But your sizes are completely different!" She said trying to resist that look.

"Hmm?"

"And... And..." Michiru looked again at Chika before sighing. She hadn't resisted. "Okay, okay. You can sleep here. "

"Yaay!" Chika said cheerfully before embracing Michiru. Once he did so he immediately froze and his eyes widened at the same time he felt his calmness quickly disappear. Now what had he done?

Michiru first stiffened with surprise at his embrace - something that she certainly wasn't expecting - but then she felt Chika's warmth involve her and she slowly relaxed into his arms resting her head on his chest while her face gained again that reddish tint. _Chika..._

Chika could almost breathe in relief. When Michiru hadn't pushed him away he had felt extremely relieved and all the tension and uncertainty that Gopher wouldn't want to get closer to him (much less have physical contact) was gone. Then a new feeling came over to him and he squeezed her tightly in his arms. The sweet scent of her shampoo entered in his nose, but this time he didn't react like in the school. The very idea of losing the girl he was holding in his arms was too much for him, especially if he was the cause of it. His grip tightened a little more as if he had to make sure she was really there. Alive. That he hadn't...

Michiru looked up surprised as Chika hid his face in her hair. She could feel his arms tremble slightly as he held her. "C-Chika?" She asked softly.

"Sorry, sorry..." Michiru heard Chika murmuring softly through her hair. "Please... don't leave... me..."

"Chika?" Michiru repeated, this time a little louder, concerned. What was he talking about?

"Please... I don't want to... lose you... like... her..." The boy kept whispering seeming almost in a daze.

Michiru's eyes widened while something in her mind made a 'click'. _Her... He is talking about his mother... isn't he? He's talking about everything that happened in that other dimension..._ Michiru thought as she finally understood what it all was about.

Immediately Michiru's arms moved and she hugged him back. "Don't worry, I won't leave you. I'm not going anywhere."

They stood like this for some time, just enjoying the comfort and warmth that they gave each other. "Thank you... Michiru..." Chika muttered after some time.

Michiru was surprised for a moment to be listening the white-haired boy call her by her name instead of 'Gopher' or some other nickname he had chosen for her. This wasn't something that happened every day. She smiled slightly before turning her face up and meeting his eyes.

They stayed like this for a few seconds before Chika, on impulse, ended with the small space between them and captured her lips with his. Michiru was caught by surprise again, but her body soon began to move and she started to correspond the kiss. Chika moved one of his hands to her face to deepen the kiss and the two remained that way until they had to break the kiss to catch air again.

The two stared at each other panting lightly with the same emotion going through their eyes. Chika stroked her cheek lightly with his hand, in an unusual gesture of kindness. Then a thought crossed his mind.

"What about Sotetsu?"

Michiru blinked confused for a moment before realizing where he was getting at. "Oh..." She smiled. "We broke up a few days ago, just before we got stuck in our school."

Now it was time for Chika to blink confused. He then laughed as he shook his head, muttering something like 'oh, I should have imagined.' He and Michiru turned to look at each other before kissing again. Chika then realized that this strange feeling was clearer than ever. Now that he felt relieved for not being hated by Gopher and had taken a weight off of his back, he finally managed to confirm his suspicions of what it was. Strange as it seemed to him, it was true. In the end he was really in love with Michiru.

Unknown to the two teenagers in the middle of the room, Koyomi was spying on them from the bed with her eyes half open so that no one would realize that she was awake. Holding a laugh, she slowly closed her eyes and as quietly as possible, turned to the other side of the bed. For now she would give the two some privacy, but she couldn't wait to tell others about the newest couple that had been formed.

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What Hurts the Most by StarPurpleandBlue


Awakening

Awakening

Darkness. Waves gently push her to consciousness.

This smell is............delicious.

Eyes the rich colour of crushed mulberries pin Michiru with a sensual stare. "K-k-ko....Koyomi-san!" stutters Michiru as those eyes darken and a dangerously sexy atmosphere drifts like silk between Michiru and Yomi.

"Mmmh ChiruChiru Michiru......Michiru." drawls Yomi. "My name is Yomi..." heavy lidded eyes travel lazily up and down Michiru's body. "Koyomi can't play right now.....it's just you and me."

The soft whisper of the sheets, as Yomi slides closer to Michiru startle Yomi. 'Why does this cute girl interest me so much? This delicious scent....it's coming from her! Michiru's stuttering again.....how adorable! Ara....she looks so.........inviting when she blushes like that.....mmmm she's so warm and soft....just a small taste, that's all I want........For now.'

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Awakening by Wjl


Umbrella

Felt the mood for writing Chichiru. It has been eoans since I've written something for OTP tbh.

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Chika Akatsuki sighed as he stared at the gate of school. Rain poured hard, and it doesn't look like it would end anytime soon. It wouldn't have been awful it he had an umbrella, which he hadn't.

With a deep grunt, he stepped out of the comfort of his school right into the rain. He felt the water drip down on him quite harshly.

Few minutes passed as he is halfway to his home. His little sister Momoka would probably be crying (he thinks that; in reality she's busy with her phone), and his annoying dad too. By now his hair was so wet it is falling right over his face. He could barely see a thing while he ran further and further. It all stopped when he bumped against someone. He fell to the ground with a hard thump.

He let out a curse or two before looking at the offender. He blinked once or twice when he saw a girl with crepe pink hair and olive eyes. Isn't she a classmate of his? He does remember he saw her on the first day of school. She sits by the small girl group he doesn't care about. Hell, he doesn't care about anyone at school if he had to be honest. He always had been on his own; Chika never had friends, only fake ones.

The girl stares at him for a few seconds with an expression in her eyes that he just couldn't describe. It looked like... happiness. He wanted to know why; after all, who would be glad with bumping against someone?

Said girl started to bow a few times as a way to apologize. Words like _sorry _and _I didn't mean to bump against you _streamed out of her cherry-coloured lips. She let herself be in a sitting position.

Michiru, he finally remembered her name, put the umbrella she holds in her hand above both him and herself. With her other hand she searches for something in her bag. Soon enough she pulls her hand out of said bag, and now a handkerchief is in her mind.

Without a single wisp of hesitation, she learns forward to dry of his white hair with black streaks. A blush spreads on his face. Embarrassment is what he felt. Chika never really got touched by other girls, even in the most simplest way, except for his sister. After all, he disliked being touched by the other gender ever since he was 6. His mother leaving him to starve in order to be with another man has been the cause for that.

What the annoying part is is that the girl seemed convenient to do this, like she had been used to do things like that. Chika guessed that she works at some charity organisation or whatever they are called. You shouldn't depend on him when it's about being smart. He'll rather spend his time earning money so that his sister can live a comfortable live.

A few seconds passed before his hair is semi-dry. The pinkette puts the handkerchief back into her bag, and smiles lightly at Chika. She hands him over the umbrella, letting the harsh rain pour over her.

"You may borrow this. My apartment is only one street away from here."

Michiru stands up, dusting the imaginary dust of her school uniform. She waves him goodbye before he could utter a single word, which amazed him. He still was sitting on the ground with the umbrella in his face before he returned to his own home.

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A day later:

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Chika impatiently tapped his foot on the piece of rock, Shito sitting next to him. The darned accident has happened, and the duo got their memory back. Right now they are waiting for Michiru to come running here. A small smile is present on Chika's face, though his situation is one where you usually wouldn't smile for.

Soon enough Michiru arrived, her braided crepe pink hair waving in the wind. The girl put her hands on her knees to catch her breath. Sometime later, she walks over to the two before she hugs them. The two males hug her back, and the two muttered an apology or two for ignoring her like that.

"It's alright; you both not had any memories of me. You two weren't able to do anything," she said as she kept on hugging them. Afterwards, they let go of each other. Chika and Shito made a small comment of Michiru not wearing her glasses anymore. A surprise it was, but a good one.

While Michiru and Shito talked about some small subject, Chika searched around in his bookcase for that. Surely enough, a few moments later it is in his hands. Chika's smile widened.

"Yo, Michiru," he said, trying to attract her attention. Slightly tanned hands tapped her shoulders. A small _huh _escaped her lips. The golden-eyed male stretched his hand with the object out. Michiru gasped when she saw what it is, and Shito could only stare with confusion.

The object was the umbrella Chika was allowed to borrow from Michiru. He hands it over to Michiru, who looks at it with wonder.

"You-"

Chika put a finger on his lips, smiling ever so mischievous to Michiru.

"Sssssh."

A small blush comes on Michiru her face, and she suddenly finds the piece of rock behind her _very _interesting. Chika just laughed, giving her a small pet on the head. Michiru just whined, saying how _mean _the gold-eyed male is. That just made him laugh harder.

Shito stared to Michiru, then Chika, and then to Michiru again. **What has happened between the two? **he thought. **...Whatever.**

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All this for an umbrella._

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R&R

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Umbrella by lovely-singularity


Bedtime

Bedtime.

ShitoxChika.

Yaoi, different sleeping arrangements, pushing off of the bed!

Don't own, don't want to.

A/N: SOOOOOOO! I'm extremely bored and decided to post something for the hell of it. I actually wrote this about two years ago for a friend. GEEEZ. Yeeah, anyway. You read that right. Shito is the seme. WHAT? Yeah, that's how my friend wanted it and that's how YOU'RE GONNA GET IT. Don't be quick to judge. You might just like it. I haven't watched this series in ages and forgot almost everything about it. Don't judge me either, yo. I might just be re-finding my interest in certain anime.

OKAY I'M GONNA SHUT UP NOW. AND YOU CAN READ!

**XXX**

I stared at the door. If I stared any harder I was sure my vision could cut through that ratty thing called a door. I started to have second thoughts. It seemed like such a good idea on the way down there. But was I really this desperate? This desperate to go sleep in the same room as Shito just because I wanted to cure the nighttime loneliness I had (sometimes)?

It seemed reasonable yet disgusting at the same time. What comfort would he be able to give me? Sleeping next to him would probably be like sleeping next to a dead body. _"Wait, not a good way to compare." _On the other hand, I would of loved to see his face in the morning when he woke and saw my face across from his. His expression would be priceless.

But then it hit me, "EHHHH?! Why am I thinking about actually sleeping NEXT to him?!" I didn't mean to yell, but it was much needed. I didn't want to wake anyone up, but I couldn't believe I passed that up. But then another thought hit me. Did I really wanna sleep on the floor? The thoughts of all the dust and countless disease that would come from it made me shudder slightly. "There's something living in it." I muttered grasping onto my shoulders.

Deciding against my doubts, I reached down and turned the knob. I opened it a bit enough for me to poke my head through. I looked around, but nothing stood out so I continued and walked on through. Which was probably bad considering where I stepped. The first step I took into the room, my foot landed on a creaking board. I froze. It was so loud; why are noises always so much louder when you're doing things secretively?!

I gritted my teeth, "Damnitttt!" My eyes soon adjusted to the darkness, so I looked over at him. The only movement he did was to move onto his side. That was still bad, though. It only meant if he woke up, I wouldn't have much time to hide. I didn't want him to wake up because I didn't want to get thrown out, and I didn't really feel like going anywhere else.

I kept taking one loud, monstrous step after another until I got to the other side of the bed. Shito was still laying on his left side so there was just enough room for me to quickly swoop in and lay down. It was then when I realized I didn't have a pillow. Shito only had one and more than likely wasn't gonna share it. I exhaled slowly and just placed my hands behind my head for support, "Pffftt, sucks."

I glanced over at him. He was still on his side. I was sure he still managed to look pissed off and distance even in his sleep.

I couldn't hear him breathing which made me think he was dead or something. My curiosity got the best of me so I brought up my hand and poked his shoulder blade. I waited for a reaction, but when there wasn't one, I poked him again even harder.

I saw his body start to twitch and he suddenly moved onto his back again. I held in my breath and scooted to the edge of the bed. I tried my best to keep myself on and away from him. He was way too close. I moved back into my original position, and there was about an inch between us. I glanced over at him again. His face was turned in my direction. I took in the sight and my theory proved right. "Yep, pissed off and distance." I whispered to myself.

I could suddenly feel the heat coming off of him, _"Did he get closer?" _I thought. This was turning into an umcomfortable situation. That was until something added to it that made it slightly worse.

"A-Akatsuki." I heard him mumble out. My heart skipped a beat. I was prepared to jump off the bed and wait for an insult, but nothing happened. I felt his hand brush past mine. I followed the hand with my eyes and saw that his fingers curled up and grasped onto the sheets below. "Akatsuki." He repeated my name in a low moan and his face twitched in what seemed like pain.

I watched him closely with wide eyes. It was an interesting site, alright. So much, that I moved onto my knees and hovered my face over his to get a better look.

He inhaled slowly and exhaled my name, "Akatsuki," I leaned in closer when suddenly his eyes shot open, "What the hell are you doing in my room?"

Before I even got a chance to be startled or scream, he picked up his foot and knocked me off the bed, "Trash doesn't belong on the bed." He stated bluntly, bringing himself half way up to glare at me.

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

He rubbed his eyes, "I could say the same for you. Why are you here?"

I scratched the back of my head and glared back up at him, "I need a reason?"

"Why would you think you do not need a reason?"

"I don't know."

There was a long silence between us until Shito let out a long sigh, "Come up here."

"Ehhhh?"

"I said come up here, idiot!" He shouted back and patted down on the place I was before he kicked me.

I grumbled something to myself before climbing back up and laying down. There just wasn't something right about Shito actually letting me stay with him - SLEEP next to him to be exact. We were laying next each other, wide awake, and I didn't think it could get anymore awkward. I then felt his hand brush up against mine again, but this time, he held onto it and laced his fingers with mine. He brought the hand up to his face and rubbed it against his cheek.

"Your skin," he said, "it's so soft. I like it."

My face heated up dramatically and pulled my hand away, "What the hell is wrong with you?!" I asked backing away from him. He didn't respone. He just lashed out his hand and grasped onto my chin, bringing my head closer to him so he could talk directly into my ear.

"Don't get so touchy. You are in _my _bed after all."

I felt my breath getting caught in my throat. I didn't know what or where he was getting at. Either way, I wasn't sure if I wanted to go along for the ride, "Shito?"

"If your skin is soft," he continued, "I'm sure it tastes good too."

Before I could question his statement, he pulled my face in closer and dragged his tongue on the right side of my cheek. I wasn't expecting that. What was wrong with him? That was totally not like him at all. Shito was...coming onto me? And even so, why did he decide to do it NOW?

"Don't act so surprised." He brought his mouth back to my ear, "A knife couldn't cut the sexual tension between us." I could feel the smirk in his voice, and from then I was beyond the limits of embarrassment. The feeling of his hot breath blowing into my ear made a sinking feeling in my stomach. Was it arousal? I wasn't sure. I was sure my face had a nice red tinge to it, though. I thought about what he said. I would be a liar if I said I didn't think Shito was the slightest bit beautiful. I mean, just one look at him and you're almost amazed one person could have such stunning features. He was the type of person that people went for these days and I couldn't help but be pulled into that trend, I guess.

"You've never thought about it before?" He asked, "You know, you and I together?"

I shook my head.

"Liar." He spat out. It was like he read my mind.

"Why would I think that?" I countered, "That's just disgusting." Another lie for me.

"Disgusting? Well, aren't you the one you snuck into _my room_ into _my bed_?" He questioned back, "If you're going to sneak into bed with me, you might as well do it for the right reasons." Things seemed to get a lot hotter and I felt myself getting hard over his lustful voice. It didn't help when Shito then leaned in closer and whispered, "I want to feel you from the inside, Chika-_kun_."

I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat and gained the courage to look over at him. As I turned my head and was face to face with him finally, he brought both his hands to the back of my head and forced our lips together. My eyes widened by this for two reason. One, I couldn't believe I was kissing him. Two, I couldn't believe how amazingly soft and warm his lips were. I slid my eyes shut and enjoyed the beginning of the kiss. I could feel him start to press harder, so I pressed back. He smirked slightly and pushed out the tip of his tongue and ran it against my bottom lip. I let the slick, wet tongue in willingly and let it roam around my mouth. Shito moved it all around, collecting bits of saliva, and pushing it against mine. He pulled back his tongue in and bit down on my bottom lip, pulling it down and playing with it almost.

I moaned softly when he moved one of hands down and slid it under my shirt. Those long, slender fingers of his moved along my skin with ease. He dragged his fingertips from down around my navel all the way up to my nipples where he started fingering them. He pressed into and pinched them, making them even harder then before. I pulled my mouth away from his and moaned into his ear.

"I like this already." He said reaching down to the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. He moved again and quickly hopped over me to straddle my hips. He looked down on me. His dark colored bangs covered his eyes and his skin seemed to glow even in the moonlight. I could see another smile forming on his lips. I swallowed down hard. I knew that this night would be an awesome one for sure.

"Did you always feel this way?" I asked through an intake of breath.

He didn't answer. He just leaned in and attached his lips to my exposed neck. He bit down gently onto the skin and started to nip at it, sucking on it lightly. He wasn't listening to me. Again. "ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION!" I shouted, but it resulted in a hard bite onto my neck. I hissed as he started to lap his tongue around the newly printed bruise.

"The only noise I want to hear from you from now on is the sound of my name being said or yelled at the top of your lungs."

Those words shot right through me. I didn't like the control he had over me, but I was far too aroused to actually care about it. Shito skilled hands moved around himself and I and removed any clothes between us with such speed. I kinda got the hint that he had done this before. We both were finally bear and another smirk was plastered on his lips. He slid one of his fingers down my body and ran it along the inside of my thigh. I gasped softly. His hand was moving closer and closer to my already harden self. I wanted to move my hips over slightly so he could at least touch it, but nope. He brought his hand up after a couple of strokes against my skin.

"I'm not touching that thing." He said bringing two fingers to his lips.

A low growl formed in my chest but I didn't let it out. I just watched him as sucked the life out of the digits in his mouth, coating them with spit and moving his tongue around and into the webbing. He was teasing me. He knew I wanted something else to go into that mouth of his. He pulled apart my legs and rose my hips up. With a smile, he reached down and inched a finger slowly into my opening.

I hissed loudly and arched up my back, "That freakin' hurts!"

"Of course, why wouldn't it?"

I didn't say anything back. I just took whatever it was. He moved it around and soon added another, breaking past the tightness of it (or at least tired to). I'd never felt anything like it in my life. I knew he was having a difficult time moving them around. I mean, I never had anything inside me before like this, so it was expected, right? It didn't feel good, but it didn't hurt either. It just felt _weird_.

"You're very tight, Akatsuki."

"SHUT U-AHHH!" My back arched suddenly again for a different reason. Shito had hit a spot that made a loud moan erupt from me.

He poked it a couple of times before slipping out the fingers, "Found it." He said. He moved himself around again and prepared himself to enter me at any moment. This thought scared me. Did I really want to go through with this? Did I really want my first time to be with SHITO of all people?

Before I could come up with an answer, my legs were over his shoulders and he was smirking towards me, "Ready?"

I shook my head 'no', but he had already started to push his head through. I grasped onto the sheets and my mouth flew open. _"This is only the head?!" _I thought, _"How's the whole thing gonna feel?!" _That was another thought. The fingers had their own pain and weirdness to it, but having a whole reproductive organ shoved into you had a totally different one!

"Relax." He said in a overly calm tone. How could he be calm? I was in freakin' pain! But knowing him, that made him feel good. He pushed a little bit more in and tired my best to relax my muscles and myself in general. It didn't really help. I let out another loud hiss and I whimpered softly. Wasn't your first time suppose to be more meaningful and not PAINful?!

He slowly started to removed himself from me, and I felt myself already start to ache. My ass felt like it was burning. Talk about discomfort. Without even a break in between, he pushed his cock back in with more force.

He didn't stop. He kept on going, and it started to feel good after a few more thrust. I threw my head back and moaned loudly. I never realized how much of this sexual side to Shito I liked. He knew how to make someone feel good either it just be for himself or someone else.

I took my hands and clasped them onto his shoulders. I dug my fingernails into the skin, leaving red marks behind. He raised his head up and locked eyes with me. His sweaty, sensual form aroused me even more than before at that moment. He blew up a couple of sweaty strands of hair and smiled.

"You're much more desirable in this state, Chika."

He said it. He said my name again. Damn, was it hot or what? Why didn't he saw it more often? "S-Shut up," I moaned, "you're still a freakin' bastard."

I heard the slightest bit of a laugh from him, and then he thrusted in. He had hit that same spot from before. I gasped sharply and let go of his shoulders, "Fuckkk, Shitoooo." I fell back onto the bed and panted. I wanted more, and so I got it. He continued to hit the same spot, and I swear I started to see stars. My eyes rolled back and my toes curled. I screamed loudly as I came. I splattered onto his and my lower stomach and he seemed content by this. A few more thrusts and he was done too. He unloaded into me and also started to pant. He rode out his orgasm and fell on top of me.

He smirked into my chest, "Virgin." He mumbled under his breath but I heard him loud and clear.

"Shut up. I don't wanna hear that from you." I snapped back, "Now, answer my question from before."

"What was it?"

"Have you always felt this way? You know, all sexual and stuff towards me?" I asked.

He sighed, "It shouldn't matter."

I didn't know whether to be hurt or confused by the answer.

"Oh, and by the way," he continued, "I was awake the whole time you came in here. From the time you opened the door until now."

My eyes grew, "WHAT?!"

"Did you like my act? I thought it was good. I'm glad you came here tonight, Akatsuki. You let me satisfy my burning lust for you."

I fought the urge to straggle him there, but decided against it. It didn't matter, though, because there'd be much time for that. For I was sure I was gonna be there the next night anyhow.

**XXX**

And that's all she wrote. For now. Hoped you liked it. I've missed posting new stuff. Honestly. Sorry guys. I've just been really sucking in the writing department lately. It's really depressing. :( Leave me awesome comments, yeah?

LOVE YA!

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Bedtime by Gracie Max


Beijing Huan Ying Ni

A/N: Shito/Chika! I'm addicted to this pairing :) I'm also addicted to the song Beijing Huan Ying Ni! And I know absolutely NO Chinese, so some of the Pinyun may be incorect. If it is, please tell me and let me know. Chika's Chinese is a rough assumption on how he would pronounce the Chinese sounds that don't exist in the Japanese language. It's probably all incorrect, so just bear with me on this one.

Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Zombie Loan or the amazing song Beijing Huan Ying Ni.

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Akatsuki Chika was not exactly what you'd call the quietest of people. Shito knew this well, as the silver-haired man was currently singing.

"Beijin Wan ui ni!" Chika sang (or screamed) again. Chika was currently sitting in front of his computer, the annoying song blasting from the speakers.

Now Shito loved Chika, he really did, but Shito had _had _it. He was trying to read, and having your boyfriend desecrate your native language wasn't helping.

"Zai fun tsu di shu a jin chi ji!" Chika continued.

Shito shut his book in frustration, got up, and walked over to Chika.

"BEI--"

Shito clamped his hand over Chika's mouth. "Not another word," he threatened, peering down at the younger man.

Chika brushed Shito's hand away, twirling his computer chair around t face him. "Aww Shito, you don't like my singing?"

"Not at all," the stoic zombie replied, moving back to the bed.

"But it was in Chinese! I thought you wanted me to learn it!" Chika persisted, getting up to sit down on the foot of the bed.

Shito's eyes peered over the top of the book he was once again trying to read. The shorter man was sitting at his feet, looking at him inquisitively. His silver hair was tussled from working earlier that day and he was wearing plain navy blue boxers and a white T-shirt. In short, he looked painfully _cute._

Shito sighed. "I said it would be nice. I didn't intend for you to listen to music from the Beijing Olympics and try to imitate it."

Chika harrumphed, sticking out his bottom lip childlishly. "Well I'm sorry, but Chinese is flippin' hard!"

"What's so hard about it?" Shito asked, putting his book and glasses on the nightstand.

"Chinese has all those weird sounds like the letter `L' and the `ing' sounds. You know, those weird European sounds that are really hard to pronounce," Chika said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "We don't have those sounds in Japanese, so I never learned how to pronounce them."

"Why not just learn now?" Shito asked, sitting up and leaning against the headboard.

"It's hard! Why do you think I didn't do well in English class?"

"Because your a dumbass?" The older zombie offered, a smirk playing on his lips.

Chika scowled. "Shut up, will you? It's not like I didn't _try_ or anything."

Shito smiled, scooting up the bed so his knees were touching Chika's. "I will give you the benefit of the doubt there, I heard your awful practice for weeks before that test. Plus, that techer was a bitch. She failed almost everyone in that class, not just you."

"Well at least I didn't fail alone, right?" Chika grinned, adjusting into a kneeling position and sitting back on his ankles. "Still, I wish I would have learned more in that class, it'd be good to know another language. Or at least...get to the point where I can pronounce the basic alphabet of another language."

"Well, I can teach you if you want," the dark-haired man said, a small smile still gracing his normally-stoic face. "I mean, at least how to say something as simple as the letter 'L'."

Chika looked at Shito for a moment, waiting for him to take it back or say it was a joke. When no insult came, he sat up and grinned. "Sweet! I mean, if you really want to teach me, that is."

"Stupid, of course I'd teach you something as elementary as this. The `L' sound is what you've been having trouble with, right?"

Chika nodded.

"Alright. It's actually very simple. Just put your tongue on the roof of your mouth behind your front teeth, and make an `R' sound."

"An `R' sound?"

"Yeah. The `R' sound is the Japanese equivalent to the `L' sound."

Chika looked at Shito questioningly, disbelief showing on his face. "If that's true, than why didn't it work for me before?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.

"You obviously weren't doing it right," Shito replied. At Chika's continued silence, the older man pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Just try it, Akatsuki."

"Hey! Don't call me Akatsuki, bastard!" Chika retorted, putting his tongue on the roof of his mouth like Shito had instructed and atteming to make an 'L' sound.

"R--Ree..." he struggled, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration. He trailed off, his face bubbling with accomplishment. "How was that?" He asked, "I think that's the closest I've ever gotten!"

"Well it's certaintly better than your God-awful singing before," Shito replied, picking up his forgotten book and settling his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Chika pouted. "You're an ass, you know that?"

Shito leaned forward and captured Chika's lips in a chaste kiss.

"So I've been told."

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This is for you Kristin! Thanks for putting up with me and Karen singing all last week!

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Beijing Huan Ying Ni by sushidei


Will You Sleep With Me Tonight?

Disclaimer: I do not own Zombie Loan.

Author's Notes: I finished the series yesterday and thought I needed to tweak some of the scenes.

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"Michiru, can I sleep with you tonight?" Chika asked.

"WHAT?!" She cried out.

"Please? I feel lonely..." He whined. He looked to her with eyes that could crack even the most stone cold person.

After a bit of pleading, Michiru reluctantly agreed to allow Chika to stay in her room. As she walked down the hall, she sighed. 'Stupid, why did you give in? Just because he has those pretty eyes...'

She took her shower and contemplated her decision when she walked into her bedroom and Chika was laying on her bed, already knocked out. A blush tinted her cheeks as her eyes trailed over his chest, the shirt flaps opened to reveal his skin. It looked so soft, with a trail of lightened hair down his low abdomen...

Michiru shook her head, her heart rate picked up a bit. She lightly shook him to try and wake him, but to no avail. With a sigh of defeat, she turned off the light and crawled into the bed, trying to forget him laying there. She could feel the extra warmth next to her and it helped her to drift into sleep.

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The clock next to her read one in the morning when she awoke. A pair of hands were wrapped around her, one near her neck, the other resting on her abdomen. She trembled in fear.

Ah, wait. Chika-san.

Michiru could breathe a bit easier remembering that the boy had fallen asleep in her bed. She heard him mumble something softly in his sleep and cuddle closer against her.

The initial touch made her jump, the feeling of something pressing against her low back. Rolling out of his embrace, she looked at the sleeping youth. His pants had bunched up and a tent pressed against his jeans.

Her mind instantly went into overdrive as she tried to remember what she had learned about boys' anatomy. Remnants of sex ed returned to her, talking about men and night erections and wet dreams. She had never been with a man before, so she had no real experience. It heighted the curiousity in her as she crawled over a bit and looked down.

Looking at his face, he was definitely asleep, so her hand very slowly reached out for him. When she initially gripped it, she was suprised at how hard he was. At her touch, Chika groaned a bit in his sleep. She almost pulled back, but decided to explore a bit more.

Very carefully, she undid the top of his jeans and slid the zipper down. Another suprise to her, Chika did not wear underwear. Once freed of the denim, his cock bounced up, quite hard. It curved lightly at one point. Michiru swallowed hard as a heat began to rush between her legs and slowly grow.

Her hand gripped him bare and began to stroke slowly. Chika's breath became a bit shorter, letting out a soft moan here and there. It made her mouth water whenever his cock twitched in her hand. As a bit of milky precum dripped from the head, she leaned forward, watching it slowly ooze. Had she done that? Then she remembered that men tended to like girls to...what was it? Give them "blowjobs"? It involved her mouth somehow, but she was a bit hesitant.

Michiru leaned forward and slowly ran her tongue over the tiny drop of precum at his tip. It tasted salty, but not unpleasant. When her tongue touched, his cock twitched hard. The heat between her thighs was growing more and more and her fingers slid underneath her panties, grazing a very sensitive spot that longed to be touched. It made her whimper, but she couldn't stop herself. She wanted more.

Her soft lips parted and took the head into her mouth as Chika gasped and groaned. Hearing him moan made her even more aroused as she closed her eyes and began to suck softly at the head. More precum flowed into her mouth and she lapped it up like a kitten to cream.

A hand pressing her head down made her jump up, blushing intensely. Chika's eyes were half opened, panting heavily.

"Don't stop...your mouth feels so fucking good..." He whispered to her in the dark, which made Michiru gaze at him half in embarrassment, half in lust. His eyes looked over her, smirking when he saw her hand buried in her panties, a soft damp spot. He sat up and pulled her into a kiss, flipping her on her back.

"Michiru..." He moaned softly, pulling at the ties of her robe. She turned her head away and blushed when he saw her. Her breasts were so tiny and her nipples were pert, aching for touch. His hand gently grazed over one and she gasped, her hips jerking up. So sensitive, he thought as he leaned his head down and took one into his mouth. It gained him a high moan from her, her hands sliding under his shirt to claw at his back. He tossed it aside, along with his pants.

He was still revealed and Chika's cock ached badly, especially when he got close to her heat, only covered by a pair of thin panties. She was incredibly warm. When he bit down lightly on her nipple, her legs wrapped around him and pulled him into her, making Chika nearly lose control there.

Michiru looked up at him as he moved back a bit.

"Chika-chan?"

"Do you want it?" He asked her, his voice low and filled with desire.

"What?"

"I'm not going to do it unless you ask me to. You're a virgin, aren't you?"

She blushed and nodded.

"So, do you want it?" His voice, though asking, almost sounded pleading.

She thought for a moment. The aching between her legs was so intense. "Yes, please..." She thought of his cock inside her. "Fuck please..."

Hearing those innocent lips mutter a curse word in lust made his cock drip with precum and ache to be inside her. He pulled off her panties and was about to plunge inside when he remembered.

"Fuck..."

"What?"

"No condom..."

"You're a zombie, do you even produce sperm?"

He thought for a moment and wondered. How come he never thought of that?

"It doesn't matter. I started BC a year ago. Thanks to my aunt." She scowled as she said it. "She didn't want to me to get knocked up in high school..."

Chika chuckled softly. "Hmm, lucky for me then."

The head of his cock pressed against her, already feeling the wetness drip from her slit. He looked her in the eyes and she was shocked to see how much they had softened from his usual haughtry look.

"You sure...?" He asked.

Michiru nodded and braced herself as he held one of her hips, sliding into her tight entrance. The heat surrounding his cock was so intense, he wanted to bust right there. Her head tilted back, groaning in pain. Once inside, he held himself there so she could adjust to the intrusion. His hand slid between them and stroked her clit, making her whimper, the pain fading.

Once she had become accustomed to him, he slid back, then inside her once more. The depth of his thrust made her hips buck up into him, her hands wrapping around his neck. Being inside of Michiru was intoxicating and with each thrust, he wanted more.

"Ah god..." He groaned, already feeling himself throb.

To keep from orgasming, he pulled out and had her move to her hands and knees. He continued to tease her clit as he slowly slid back inside, taking her from behind.

"Chika, Chika!" She moaned, rocking back against him. Her walls were beginning to close around him tighter and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Michiru!" He gasped, plunging inside over and over, trying to keep himself right on edge. Just a little longer...

"Ay!" She screamed out, her back arching as she closed tight around his cock, her juices dripping down the sides, making Chika bite his lip as he thrusted a few more times before he finally leaned forward, groaning as his cock pumped deep shots of cum inside her. The two stayed in the bliss induced haze for a minute before Michiru fell forward onto the bed and Chika followed, gasping for breath, both drenched in sweat.

Chika gave her a cocky little smile, to which she smiled back and snuggled into his chest, uncaring that both of them were naked. His arms wrapped around the tiny girl, coming down from the high into the warm embrace of sleep. Tonight, he would not be lonely.

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Will You Sleep With Me Tonight? by Punk Pikachu


Contact

**Disclaimer:** I do not own Zombie-Loan in any way, shape, or form. (Damn it).

Pairing: Chika.Shito
Summary: Even zombies feel warmth.

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con.tact

It is around two in the morning when, upon hearing a loud creaking of the floorboards outside of his bedroom, Shito's eyes snap open immediately.

The door to Shito's room creaks softly in protest as it opens slowly, a small puddle of moonlight growing larger and larger as the door opens wider. Shito's eyes open to the most narrow slits he can manage as he peers at the door with his dark eyes, watching as a familiar shadow slowly enters and shuts the door.

Tachibana Shito wonders briefly if Akatsuki Chika really thinks that he's _this _dumb.

For a minute, there is utter silence, save for the person's soft breathing. Then, the floor squeaks as Chika makes his way across the room, shuffling slowly and mumbling softly under his breath. There is a pause, and Shito quickly shuts his eyes.

No. I should get up, he tells himself. I should get up and tell Akatsuki to get the hell out. I should tell him to just get over Shiba's death and to stop sneaking into my room at night. I should--

A weight slowly sinks in next to Shito on the bed, and a warm hand presses itself against his back. Shito takes in a surprised, sharp breath from the sudden contact, and the hand freezes.

"Shito?" Chika's voice whispers, quiet and completely different from the loud, obnoxious voice he has during the day. "Are you having a nightmare, Shito?"

It takes Shito a moment to realize that Chika is referring to him by his first name, not by his last name. And though he knows that he should be yelling for Chika to leave his bedroom (_now, damn it_), he can't bring himself to. The only thing he can do is stay still, paralyzed, waiting to see what happens next.

Another warm hand gently touches Shito's shoulder, moving him from his current position so that the zombie is facing upwards, towards the ceiling. Chika trails his fingers across Shito's face for a moment, brushing away dark locks of indigo hair.

There is another pause.

"..." Chika then grasps onto Shito, pulling the boy into a sitting position as the white-haired boy holds him close. Warmth flourishes between the two, and--despite the fact that he can feel Chika's warm breath fanning out across his neck--Shito feels abnormally comfortable.

They stay like that for a while until Shito really does fall asleep, his breathing soft and melodic in Chika's ears.

When he wakes up in the morning, Chika is gone, the only remnants of last night being the warmth that presses insistently into Shito's chest.

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OHHH GEEZ. That's right, FEAR IT. Another crapola story from Penn! ZOMG! (scream)

Hahaha. Okay, yeah, so this sucks. But hey, there's always next time.

(sigh)

.oblivion's pen

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Contact by oblivion's pen