1. Chick

When a word has more than one meaning, watch out for misunderstandings.

Meaning

Definition 01: Chick

The day seemed rather uneventful to Chika, which was both good and bad. He wanted to pay his debt back as soon as possible and the more dangerous illegal zombies he hunted, the faster he would be debt free and alive. He quickened his pace down the semi-empty streets on his way back to the dorms and he heard a sound. It was high pitched and continuous, unmistakably the sound made by baby birds, chicks to be specific.

Just a few steps ahead, he found the source of those sounds. There was a little girl with a basket full of cute little yellow chicks. The chicks chirped happily, occasionally drawing attention from passing children who asked their mother or father if they could have one, and every now and then, one of the cute little animals would be purchased.

Chika happened to like chicks and the little girl who was selling them reminded him so much of his sister, he couldn't help it but to buy one. All the way back to the dorm, the tiny yellow child was happily nested in Chika's hair. He made sure to buy some food and supplies for it on the way, stopping at a pet shop to do so.

"These are good for little chicks like that one." The sales clerk showed Chika a bag of food. "It's small and easy to eat for the youngest chicks."

"I'll take two bags then and these." Chika emptied the contents of his arms on the counter. There was a cage in case he needed to travel anywhere and take his pet, a basket with soft blankets and dishes. "Is this chick a boy or a girl? I asked the little girl selling them but she didn't know." Chika took the chick off his head and placed it on the counter.

"It's kind of hard to tell at such a young age. My guess is this one is a female, I suppose you'll know for sure when it gets older."

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Success! Chika had snuck in with his new pet unnoticed. Not that he was planning to keep her a secret forever, but he didn't want to overwhelm her meeting too many people at once. "We're home, Jenova."

The chick, whom Chika had named Jenova Akatsuki, was currently perched on her daddy's shoulder. She only chirped in response.

Chika gently took the little chick in his hands and placed her on his bed. "Now to get things set up for you." He unpacked his purchases from the pet store and began to distribute them all over the room. "Your bed is here, right next to mine so you won't get lonely." He placed the basket on the nightstand. "Your dishes and food go on the table. Would you like a snack now?"

Jenova chirped and Chika took it as a yes. He filled up the little food dish with chick feed and poured some fresh water into the other dish. Then he picked up Jenova and placed her on the table. She seemed happy with her meal and began to eat immediately.

"How is it? Good?" Chika smiled. "You have to eat healthy and grow up to be big and strong. Then you'll lay lots of yummy eggs for daddy." He could hardly wait until she started laying eggs, then he would make a fortune selling them.

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"Then I knocked on Shito's door and he said he would be out soon, so I knocked on Chika's door next." Koyomi, Michiru and Shito were having breakfast while Koyomi narrated the day's events from the moment she woke up, cooked breakfast and went to wake her friends. "But when I got there, the door was open and Chika was there with a chick I've never met before. It looks like he really cares about her and she's so cute." Cue choking noises. "I told him that we were going to eat breakfast soon and... Are you okay?"

"I'm fine miss Koyomi, just a bit surprised." Michiru voiced.

"It can't be..." Shito was shocked. Akatsuki was not seeing a girl without his knowledge. Akatsuki did not sneak her into his room. This was not happening. Shito tried to push the thoughts away, what Akatsuki did was none of his business, but then again, given their situation, it was. Things could get complicated for the two zombies and... and...

"Good morning!" Chika cheerfully greeted everyone. He placed food and water dishes on the table next to his plate and picked up the chick from his head, gently placing her on the table. "Everyone, I want you to meet Jenova!"

"Hi, Jenova, nice to see you again. She's so cute!" Koyomi chirped.

Michiru blinked as the misunderstanding was cleared, then smiled and gently petted the chick. "Aw, she's adorable!" Chibi Zarame shook his head. Humans were experts in jumping to conclusions.

Chika looked at Shito waiting for him to say something. "C'mon Shito, say hello to Jenova."

A chick, as in a little yellow animal, of course... "Hello Jenova."

End of Definition 01

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	2. What's in a Name?

Meaning

Definition 02: What's in a Name?

Chika tossed the dictionary clear across the dorm lobby. It went flying in front of Koyomi and Sotetsu, over Michiru's head and missed Chibi Zarame by just an inch. Unfortunately, Shito was not so lucky; the book collided with his face. "Akatsuki!" If he had his own right hand, Akatsuki would be dancing with bullets.

"Sorry Shito, that thing upset me!" Chika proceeded to point at the dictionary, make an adorable pouty face, and sit with his arms crossed.

"What's the problem with it?" Sotetsu asked.

"Nothing, forget about it." Clearly, Chika had no intentions of revealing whatever problem he might have with the dictionary. He was required to take a second language class in school but this particular word offended him.

Shito had the look of revenge reflected in his eyes. "Stop being so upset over something like this, Chika."

The room was filled with gasps. Shito had called Chika by his first name on his own free will! Koyomi stared, Sotetsu's mouth hung open, and Michiru adjusted her glasses, as if that had anything to do with her hearing. Chibi Zarame already knew what this was about and showed little interest in their antics.

Chika glared at his destined partner. "That's Akatsuki to you."

More gasps of shock and surprise filled the room. Koyomi was quite confused, looking back and forth between Shito and Chika. Sotetsu's mouth was open wider than one would think is normal, and Michiru removed her glasses to make sure the black rings were still around their necks as a way to confirm those two were the same Shito and Chika she knew. Chibi Zarame was still rather uninterested and did not comprehend what the big deal was, even if he knew why Chika was upset.

Shito decided it was payback time and with the dictionary in his hands, he explained. "Chika in Spanish sounds exactly like chica, a word that means girl. Chico means boy but ko is a common ending for a girl's name in Japanese."

Chika wanted to strangle Shito, in fact he pounced on him like an angry cat playing lion and Sotetsu had to get him off Shito. Even after being pushed to the floor in a surprise attack, Shito seemed satisfied with the overall situation. Sotetsu was currently holding Chika back, receiving a few bruises as Chika flailed around trying to get free and hunt down his prey.

With a confident smirk, unlike any expression anyone had ever seen on Shito's face, he concluded. "No matter how you look at it, Chika is a girly name."

"I'm going to kill you!" Chika yelled at the top of his lungs. Shito smiled at his partner and calmly left the lobby. Michiru blinked, Koyomi continued to stare and Sotetsu held on to the furious Chika.

Chibi Zarame merely shook his little head. The reaper made cute noises that translated to. "How are you going to kill him if he's already dead?" Honestly, humans made no sense.

End of Definition 02

Disclaimer, I don't own Zombie Loan.

	3. Live

Meaning

Definition 03: Live

There were many things she wanted to say. If she could say just one, what would it be?

"Shito..."

He was walking down the deserted school halls when he heard the voice calling.

"Shito..."

It was a girl's voice but it was not Michiru or Koyomi.

"Shito..."

He quickened his pace and the dream took him outside a graveyard near the dorm. Dreams had their ways to skip from one place to another but he did not question this, nor did he notice he was dreaming at this point.

She stood there smiling, pink hair moving gently in the soft afternoon breeze, blue eyes full of happiness. She was now wearing the same uniform Michiru and Koyomi wore for school.

He approached, she was standing next to a grave, but it didn't hit him that it was her grave.

"Live..."

He woke up with uneven breaths. Why was he dreaming about her now? Why did he picture things so clearly the way he wanted them to be, yet they were not? Shito got up and as he stood from his bed, his bare foot landed on a stomach.

"Ow!" Chika squirmed under the weight and pushed the foot away, making Shito fall sitting on his bed.

"What are you doing here?" Shito gave his destined partner a glare, but Chika only smiled in amusement.

"Take a look around." As if to emphasize Chika's point, a chirp was heard from a basket on the night stand. Chika's pet chick was there.

Shito noticed that his entire collection was mission, then he realized that it wasn't missing; he was simply in the wrong room. "This is... how..."

"You looked more like zombie than ever before, sleep walking like that and kicking me off my own bed. I was nice enough to let you stay, I thought you might be lonely or something. Of course I might charge for the unwilling sleepover."

Leaving Chika to his ramblings, Shito got up and returned to his room.

Shito lay down in his own bed and mussed over the possible meaning of the unexpected event of sleep walking. Maybe it meant he was too stressed or too tired, even if it sounded like a contradiction since he seemed to be well rested enough to walk in his sleep.

"Live..."

Maybe, just maybe, all that it meant was that it was time for him to start living his life alongside others, friends...

End of Definition 03

Disclaimer, I don't own Zombie Loan.

	4. Bath Time

Meaning

Definition 04: Bath Time

The walk back to their rooms was quiet and somewhat awkward with Koyomi becoming distracted by every little thing, not that the excitement had died down, and Michiru nervously glancing at the werewolf every now and then. The girl with the shinigami eyes stood as far as possible from the creature, still a bit frightened from all that happened, she was also quite surprised at witnessing the chairperson's powers as the keeper of the key, though she didn't fully understand what that meant.

Chika seemed disappointed, sure he wasn't as depressed as he used to be but he wasn't back to his old self. Shito heard him grumble something about not getting paid but ignored it. The keeper of the key closely watched the werewolf the entire way.

Once they arrived, everyone was about to retreat to their respective rooms to rest when Shito and Chika received a request from Kuse, the chairperson and now the werewolf's caretaker. "Shito, Chika, I would like to ask a favor of you both." Chika grumbled because he didn't feel like it but knew he shouldn't refuse, and Shito remained silent. "Of course, you will receive a bonus for this task, if you successfully accomplish it."

"Bonus?!" Chika's eyes lit up and he was suddenly full of energy again. Maybe this hasn't been such a waste of time after all if he got a nice big bonus. "Whatever it is I'll do it, no problem!"

"A bath..." Kuse calmly spoke.

Shito blinked once and Chika blinked several times. "Bath?" They unanimously asked.

"Yes, I want you to give him a bath." It was obvious that by him she meant the werewolf. "He's covered in mud and dirt; he needs to be cleaned up."

This was indeed truth, Kuse had a point, the werewolf boy was filthy, but Shito didn't understand why he had to partake in giving him a bath. He certainly wasn't looking forward to it.

Chika didn't really care, as long as someone was paying, he would bathe and groom cats, dogs, werewolves and elephants alike.

"Will you do it?" The question was expressed to bring them back to attention and to let them know they did have a choice should they wish to refuse.

"Sure! Leave it to me!" Chika cheered at the prospect of a relatively easy bonus, or at least that's what he thought.

"I will help," Shito agreed a lot less enthusiastically than Chika.

"In that case, I will entrust him to you both for the time being." After using her powers, Kuse was feeling tired and needed to recover her energy so she could use some help.

"C'mon, boy, let's get you nice and clean!" Though Chika was smiling and didn't look threatening at all; the werewolf's first instinct was to bite the hand that was dangerously close to him. "Ah!"

"Akatsuki, don't forget that's my hand!" Shito watched in horror was the werewolf pulled the hand off Chika's wrist and ran off with it in his mouth. Chika, Shito and Kuse gave chase.

In the process of knocking things over and making a mess, Chika and Shito had lost sight the chairperson but continued their pursuit. The werewolf ran under a table, with Chika close behind. The zombie with the golden eyes crawled after him and hit his head on the table. Shito shook his head in disapproval, while Chika let a stream of colorful words express his pain.

Squeak, squeak, squeak! The werewolf bolted toward the source of the sound. "Good boy... Pochi, now sit." To the amazement of the two zombies, the werewolf, whom the chairperson had called Pochi, sat on the floor doggy style. She gave him the bone shaped squeaky toy and gently patted his head as she took the hand back. "This should make things easier now that he has something to chew on." Where she got that dog toy, no one knew and no one asked. "Please be careful from now on."

"I will," Chika accepted the hand and reattached it to his wrist while pretending he didn't notice Shito's annoyed look.

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It seemed that Pochi had calmed down and was quickly learning to respond to his name. "Stay still Pochi!" However he either did not know the meaning of staying still, or thought it was a synonym for moving around a lot. "Is the tub full yet?" Chika asked.

"Yes, but I told you, we can't just throw him in. The filth is attached to him and won't come off easily." Shito reasoned.

Chika pouted. "And why do I have to be the one to do this? Let's switch jobs, you can clean him and I'll shampoo."

"I refuse." It was his hand that had suffered from Chika's carelessness so Shito believed he had the right to choose what task he preferred in the process of cleaning Pochi. Chika continued trying to scrub the mud and dirt off Pochi with a wet towel, making sure he didn't scrub too hard and startle him. It might have been Shito's hand that bared the marks, but Chika felt the pain.

Squeak, squeak, squeak! Pochi chewed his bone shaped toy and scratched behind his ears with his toes while Chika took the time to throw the used to be white now brown towel in the hamper and get a clean one. Squeak, squeak, squeak! Shito's left eye twitched to the rhythm of the squeaking. Squeak, squeak, squeak!

"Enough! Stop that annoying sound this instant!" Shito's request was answered with a growl but he did not back down. He reached to take the toy away, making sure to use Chika's hand just in case, but Pochi tackled him into the tub.

"Shito, what are you doing?" Chika just stood there, towel in hand, while Shito and Pochi wrestled in the tub. He stepped forward, his foot landing on a soap bar that was carelessly left on the floor and inevitably, he slipped.

When Yuuta, who like everyone else witnessed the chaotic chase, came to see if any major injuries had occurred during the process of giving the werewolf a bath, he found Shito, Chika and the werewolf in the bath tub splashing around. "Looks like they're having fun..." Kenken and Konkon seemed to agree. "We better not interrupt, let's go back to our room and get some rest."

The chaos continued as Pochi struggled, splashed and scratched. The only thing he didn't do was let go of his precious squeaky toy so at least he didn't bite. In the end, Shito, Chika and Pochi, all ended up very clean and smelling of sweet strawberry shampoo, though not willingly.

Later, Shito talked Kuse into taking Pochi's irritating squeaker away while they were on the bus back to the city. She managed to do it quite easily with the promise of returning it when they got home. Chika was quite happy with his bonus and it all worked out in the end, at least for now.

End of Definition 04

Disclaimer, I do not own Zombie Loan.

	5. Exist

Meaning

Definition 05: To Exist

Black Ring,
Broken wings.
Inevitable?
Destiny...

Escape the Reaper,
The Soul Seeker.

For hope, for life,
To live, to be,
To exist!

This is a mini poem I wrote to decorate the second layout of Black Ring, a Zombie Loan site Snow and I made. Disclaimer, I don't own Zombie Loan.

	6. Contrast

Carmella's interpretation of the world.

Meaning

Definition 06: Contrast

Life is nothing but a game of change in which some win and, in contrast, others lose. There are those who chose to try to challenge that endless cycle, to predict it and to control it, but such an accomplishment, if even possible, is not an easy one.

Born, live and die; some say it's the natural way, and perhaps the happiest. Others know nothing more than how to exist outside the cycle, some willingly, others having no choice.

A blade cuts a mutant creature, and instinctively the sword's wieldier steps back before the acid drops can reach him. He wishes to return into the cycle.

A bullet flies from the distance and pierces the head of the rampaging enemy, the one holding the gun only knows of existence outside of the cycle.

They both have their problems to face and challenges to master, and for better or worse, they are not alone in those tasks. Both miss their families dearly, one hoping to see them again soon, and the other holding no hopes of such a reunion.

The enemies have been defeated and they receive their rewards, one jumping with joy, the other accepting it quietly. They are opposites in many ways, and in many ways the same.

One of them impatiently walks back to their work place, calling for his companion to hurry. The other, much more patient than the first, walks at a steady pace and does not slip on the wet sidewalk from the rain that ended a mere few minutes ago.

The impatient one jumps to his feet, curses at the rain, then happily continues on his way, his mood swinging drastically back and forth with a matching changing expression. His companion remains serious, he is not moody, nor is he cheerful.

They arrive at their destination and are faced with several alternatives of what to do next; some information being provided by a good, yet sometimes misleading man, and more information being provided by hyperactive boy.

They leave; the patient one and the impatient one, contrasting like their crown of darkness and light. They head out to a new adventure and to find a new companion.

Contrast is quite present in that group; it becomes obvious when one is compared to another. Perhaps those complementing differences are what holds them together, and allows them to draw hope from each other.

Life, death and the in-between are full of twists and turns. Not all good intentions produce more good and not all evil intents produce more evil. But what is that, if not a mere comparison, one unable to be defined without the other. Side by side, like the two creations of my client, ever the opposites; one destroys and the other heals, bringing pain and compassion respectively, despair and hope.

I suppose I am quite different from other people as well. Unlike those who live inside the cycle, or exist outside of it, I help move it along in an eternally harmonious disarray. In that game of chance that some accept and others don't, some win and others, in contrast, lose; it's only a point of view.

End of Definition 06

Written for SnowRayjah's Wheel of Fortune challenge. Disclaimer, I don't own Zombie Loan.

	7. Cheshire Cat

Meaning

Definition 07: Cheshire Cat

Shito entered the Z-Loan office, walking naturally and minding his own business. Then, without a warning, he was tackled by Bekko against a wall. "What are you doing?" Shito demanded.

Bekko's reply was only a growl. He noticed an envelope on Shito's hand. He had gotten the money for the offering not too long ago, but got tired of waiting for Chika and Michiru so he went to see what was keeping them. He should have known not to let Akatsuki unsupervised for too long; Miss Kita wasn't always able to stop him from his mischief.

Bekko snatched the enveloped from Shito's hand and ran towards Chika with the envelope in his mouth. "No, no!" Chika scolded him, "you're supposed to find lost money so I can pick it up, you're not supposed to steal it!"

Bekko ignored Chika and threw the envelope at his feet, then he proceeded to bark at the strangely colored pink and purple zombie cat Chika was holding. The cat's eyes became hypnotic swirls of pink and purple and soon Bekko's barking was replaced by frightened squeaks.

"Bad Cheshire!" Chika was apparently scolding the cat, though it lots its effect if he did it while petting it. "I told you I needed a hound not a mouse!"

That's when the fact sunk in for Shito, the strange zombie cat Chika picked up somewhere and hid, had hypnotic powers that made people and zombies think as animals. Shito took note of Yuuta sitting on his usual place, blissfully ignorant about what was happening white twisting his nose like a bunny rabbit.

"Akatsuki!" If only Shito had his own right hand, he would have called out his gun in a split second.

"What? I heard the Ferryman can smell money so I thought he could help us, but he refused, so I got a little help from my new friend, Cheshire." In Chika's mind, it was a genius plan.

Shito was not pleased and the fact that Koyomi kept clapping like a seal creating background noise was not helping. Not surprisingly Michiru was a gopher, he should have guessed. Sometimes Shito felt as if he was trapped in a zoo when he went to work and today he saw it come true.

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"Meow!" The chairperson was not pleased. "Meow!" To hear a werewolf meow at the top of his lungs was not quite normal, then again, neither were werewolves, or zombies, or key keepers.

"This might be a problem," Kuze mused in a quiet and calm voice.

"That is a problem," Shito emphasized. There was no room for a maybe. When he spoke those words, Shito was not pointing at the strange pink and purple zombie cat, nor the peculiar meowing werewolf, but rather at a zombie with golden eyes.

Chika pouted, "he usually listens to me!" His defense fell when the cat, whom he named Cheshire, ignored his calls, making Chika have to pull him out from under the desk.

"Give me my hand," Shito ordered with a glare deadlier than his gun.

Chika clutched the right hand he had, which was actually Shito's. "No!"

"Calm down!" Firm but collected, the chairperson silenced them. "If you are thinking of guiding this zombie cat, it is best not to do so until everyone is back to normal." That might take some time, Bekko was still a frightened mouse, Yuuta was hopping around like a rabbit, Michiru was a shy gopher and Koyomi was a clapping seal that wouldn't stop clapping, much to Shito's aggravation.

"I'm sure he's just tired," Chika spoke referring to the zombie cat. "If we let him rest he'll listen to me again."

Shito gave his partner a look that clearly indicated that he would hold him to his word. He liked the faster way of simply shooting the cat, if preferably while Chika was holding him.

Noting Shito's dangerous irritation, caused partially by the trouble Chika and his cat brought, and partially by the lack of silence thanks to Koyomi, which was the cat's fault anyway; Kuze decided it was best to suspend all business activities for the day. "Take the rest of the day off, go home and rest, Shito-san. Chika-san and I will take care of making sure everyone else goes home."

Shito did not have to be told twice. He was very close to forcing his hand off Chika and shooting him for this one. He was glad to leave the Z-Loan office and the noisy clapping Koyomi behind.

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After Shito had left, each person was taken home. The students were safely delivered to their dorm rooms, with nothing more than a few strange stares from random people. This task was left up to Chika since he brought the cat. "Greed is never good," Kuze had said.

One after another, everyone was placed in the safety of their homes, with Chika pledging innocent and disclaiming all responsibility about any items they might break in their animal state.

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At the Z-loan office, Pochi and Cheshire were quite content playing with balls of yarn, other than them, Chika and Kuze, Bekko was the only one left in the office. "Does he live here?" When ever Chika saw the ferryman he was at the office. Early in the morning, in the middle of the afternoon or late at night, he was always there whenever he visited Z-Loan.

"Of course not, Bekko should be taken home as well but that is..." Kuze did not finish, she got up from her seat and glanced at Pochi and Cheshire. "Keep an eye on them." She then proceeded to pull Bekko, the mouse, out of his hiding place in a storage closet.

"You're taking him home?" Chika was curious, it was a curiosity easily to satisfy but difficult to disregard. "I want to go too! To help out I mean." His feigned guilt didn't work, but the sad kitten look knew no rival.

"Very well..." There was a certain undertone to Kuze's voice, as if she was about to teach the mischievous zombie a lesson, but Chika was too distracted thinking about what Bekko's house could look like to even consider the consequences of visiting it.

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"For how long have I been going in circles?" Time and space were two things that either did not exist or existed too much in Bekko's house. From the outside, it was it was an elegant mansion, just outside the city, but it was a normal building none the less, save for the size and luxury. Inside it looked normal at first, then it warped and tuned into an endless maze of darkness and light.

"Squeak!" Bekko was currently trying to obtain the cheese Chika had gotten when he passed the oversized kitchen, hoping to gain the upper hand when it came to babysitting the mouse ferryman.

"Bad mouse!" it was hard for Chika to control a mouse that was bigger than him, especially if kicking was not an option for several reasons. One of those reasons was upsetting Kuze, who knows what kind of secret powers a key keeper could have, and the other most likely one, was having his debt doubles, tripled or multiplied several times, more so than what was already expected when Bekko went back to normal.

It was that cat's fault, if Chika hasn't found the poor creature meowing sadly and doubted himself when he was about to guide the cat, he wouldn't be in this mess. Perhaps to say he doubted would be stretching it, it was more like the cat temporarily hypnotized him into thinking he was a fish. If he wasn't already dead he would have died of fright or lack of water, but then the strangely colored feline released him and Chika took it as an offering of friendship.

When Chika remembered Bekko's unique ability, he decided to turn him into a dog, just for a little while. A hound that could smell cash better than any other; a crazy idea he knew it; but it was those occasional crazy antics that made Chika feel alive, even if he was still a zombie buried in debt.

He wasn't making any progress and giving up on taking Bekko to his room to rest as Kuze instructed, Chika decided to throw the cheese.

Bekko scrambled after the cheese and ate it happily, looking quite strange from Chika's point of view. The zombie tried to retrace his steps but instead stumbled upon a door that hid glass stairs, much taller than the size of the structure seen from out side.

"We must go," spoke a quiet voice from the entrance to the room, where Chika stood gazing at the space beyond the door while Bekko ate his cheese.

"What is that place?" Chika thought about crossing the doorframe to that place, that mysterious unknown place.

"Stop!" That was much louder and firmer than usual and this time not even the look of the sad kitten could convince the chairperson to let Chika venture past that door. Before Chika could even try to get away, the door was shut and locked before him; Kuze was the keeper of the key after all. "I changed my mind." Chika didn't know what in the world Kuze was talking about.

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By the next day, Cheshire was in Kuze's care and the hypnotism problem was resolved. It was obvious that the home of Bekko the ferryman was not a common place, but Chika suspected that his true home was beyond that door with the spiraling glass stairs.

'I changed my mind...' Did that meant that Kuze initially was going to let Chika go past that door into that place? Chika didn't know what to think of it.

Things melted back into normalcy little by little and Cheshire remained in the care of Kuze; either that or he was already guided, Chika didn't know.

End of Definition 07

Disclaimer, I do not own Zombie Loan. Story inspired by Snow, who told me about Bekko's ability to smell money.

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Meaning by MikariStar


Chika's heartbreaking confession

_** Okay,um, this is my second ONE-SHOT! Um, I'm writing another one because of **__**wherethereispainthereishope**__**. I hope I get more reviews than my last one and I hope you really enjoy this one! Ooops, almost forgot; DICLAIMER: I do not own Zombie-Loan at all. Wish I did but I don't. Thanks, bye.**_

_**Michiru's POV:**_

_***BAM*BAM*BAM***_

Man, wouldn't this be the second time that Im going to die? This time, though, I may not be able to come back. I fall backwards as a searing pain rips throughout my whole body. I wait for the impact of hitting the cold, hard floor to come, but it never does. Instead, I get warm hands supporting my back and my head, gently. I see gold eyes staring down at me. Those golden eyes are filled with concern and pain. I wish I could wipe those emotions away and replace them with happiness. My body starts to shake a little. " Michiru! Michiru! Come on, Gopher, wake up, now!" I recognize Chika's voice and wonder why he's so hysterical. I try to get up and ask what's wrong but my body just hurts even more. Tears spring to my eyes from the unbearable pain. I want this pain to go away. Then, I seen a small darkness that look quiet and peacful. Hmmmm... Maybe I should go see what's in there, I think but as soon as I get close to it, it pulls me in and it won't let me go. Chika... was the last thought I had before I felt my body go limp.

I wake up to the sound of someone calling my name. "Gopher...Gopher..." it's saying. Wait, Gopher? The only person who calls me Gopher is Chika. Wait, why is Chika calling my name? I stir in my...bed? But, the last place I was at was...all of the memories flood back to me. I was shot at one of the last fights and I couldn't get back up. If I got shot then...I try to sit up and I immidiently sink back down. there is a HUGE pain in my stomach. Welp, I guess I was right. I really did get shot. But then why am I back in my room? Why aren't I dead? Yuuta wasn't there when I blacked out. Could he have possibly gotten to me before I died? I'll have to ask later. I let out a loud moan. My body really does hurt. "Gopher? Are ya 'wake yet?" I hear Chika ask me. I try to tell him 'yes' but I can't even open my mouth, let alone talk. I feel a hand wrap around my wrist and try get me to drink what I suppose is water.

Maybe I should try to open my eyes, at least. The light is killing me, though. I take a terribly small sip of water and lick my dried lips. "The...lights." I croak. I try to take another small sip of water but my mouth refuses to swallow it. The water trails down my chin and drips onto my shirt and bedspread. The lights turn off and I can finally open my eyes, a little. My eyes instantly go to my left where Chika is sitting. He looks beaten and tired. How long has it been since he slept? He looks at me sadly and says, " Man, Gopher, ya always cause trouble, ya know?" I nod my head slowly but the action causes the pain to increase so I stop trying. Chika takes out a small, blue hankerchief and wipes my mouth. I look at him, greatful. He has always been there, hasn't he? " There are those eyes I've been waiting for. How ya feelin'?" He asks me. I give my lips a quick lick before I talk.

"I'm feeling okay, I guess. My stomach REALLY hurts though." I say back to him. He gives a humorless chuckle. Was he mad? No...That's not it.

"I suppose my stomach was hurt, too if I was shot there 3 times and was in a coma for 3 weeks." Hmmm...I guess that makes- what?! Did he just say that I was in a coma for 3 WEEKS?! I thought I was only out for a night. No way I was out for three weeks. No freakin' way! I take my arm and lift it up slowly. I grasp the warm blanket covering me and throw it to the side. A long, white bandage is wrapped around my stomach with blood soaking through, a little. I touch it and flinch as pain creeps up to my chest. "Ouch. Was I really out for 3 weeks, Chika?" I ask him as he gazes at my bandages and the blood soaked through them. His eyes snap back to mine.

"Uh huh. Just a second, I'll go get more bandages. Be right back, ok?" He asks me. I nod my head slowly. He stands up and walks to the door. He looks back at me and I give him a wave to reassure him that I'm alright. As soon as he walk out of the door I feel like something important has left me. Huh? Something important? Like what? Hmmmmm...oh well, I'll figure it out later. All I need to worry about now is my wounds. I still can't believe I was out for 3 weeks. I look for anymore signs of harm and only find a few bruises, but other than those and the gunshot wounds, I'm in pretty good shape. My hands go to my hair and I let my loose braid loose. My lavander hair comes crashing down to my shoulders. That feels much better. The throbbing in my head lessens as I shake my head around gently. There is a knock at my door before Chika comes back in. He notices my hair is out of it's braid but says nothing. He has a clean white bandage in his hands. He sets free the bandage and comes to sit by me again. His, now free, hands go to my stomach. I flinch as his hands touch my stomach. His hands hover for a moment before going back to work. Chika acts as if he has done this to me millions of times before. Those thoughts instantly leave my mind as the bandage slips from my stomach onto Chika's hands. He takes it and tosses it into the trashcan. He picks up the new one. " I'm gonna need you to lean on your elbows so I can wrap this around you. I nod and struggle to get up on my elbows. Chika waits patiently. That's odd, he would usually yell at me to hurry up. Hmmm... FINALLY! I'm finally on my elbows. "Okay. Stay like that and don't move or I'll kill you. Got it Gopher?" He asks me. Ah, now there's the real Chika. I smile and nod my head.

Chika takes his hankerchief again and starts to gently wipe off the stray blood trying to escape onto my bed. He looks so calm when he does this. Isn't he surprised about how much blood there is? I mean, at all? Huh. Those thoughts dimenish as Chika takes the bandage and starts to wrap it around my stomach. He looks so tired and sad when he does this. As he wraps it around me I take a few sharp intakes of breath. Everytime I do this, Chika's hands stop and hover above my stomach before going back to work. Once Chika finishes wrapping me up he tells me it's alright to lay back down. " If I lay back down I think that I'll fall alseep, again." I warn him. He grimaces as I say this. He fixes my pillows and grabs my wrists gently. He puts his hands under my arms as he lifts me up and puts me against the soft, fluffy pillows. When he's done, his hand slides from my wrist to my hand. I look up at him in surprise. His eyes are focused on our hands. His face looks so sad and lonely. I want to just wipe them away and make sure they won't ever some back.

" I-I thought that I was gonna lose ya, Gopher. I really did. I thought that ya weren't gonna come back this time. I thought that I would never be able to tease you again. Yuuta didn't come until an hour after you were shot. He's probably scared shitless now because I yelled at him when he said that he did all he that he could and you were still not waking up. I thought that I would never see your eyes again. That I would never hear your voice again. I thought you were going to die and never come back to me." Chika's eyes are now hidden behind his bangs but I see a small drop of water drip from his hidden face. " When you still didn't wake up the next day, I lost it and punched Shito. I-I thought...oh, Gopher, I thought that I would never be able to see you again! " Chika's hand is now entertwined with mine and trembling along with the rest of his body. "MICHIRU!" Chika jumps out of his chair and practically throws himself into my arms. His lengthy arms wrap around me and he sobs into my shoulder. His sobs wrack through his whole body. Still in a shock, I slowly wrap my arm around him, too. I've never seen Chika this hysterical before. Like, ever. He's always so arrogant and loud. I never thought he would...l-lo-lov-love me? No, he can't love ME. Right? His arms tighten around me like he's never going to let me go again. So, this does mean... I comb my hands through Chika's hair to try to soothe him. I guess it works because Chika breaks the death hug and looks at me. He leans in close. He hesitates for a moment before he closes the inch of a gap. It takes me a moment to understand what's going on before I respond. The taste of Chika is...amazing. Something slams against my teeth and I realize that it's Chika's tounge. I grant him access and our tounges mix together. I always thought about how disgusting it sounds in books, but it taste so sweet. So...perfect. My small frame fits perfectly in Chika's large one. We're like 2 puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. It all feels so sureal.

Before I know it we're both gasping for breath. My stomach gives me a warning cramp. I notice that some blood is starting to soak through a little. Oh well, Chika will clean them I hope. I notice that Chika is staring at me with his golden eyes. " Does this mean..." I start to ask. Chika nods his head up and down. So it means he loves me, right? Well I never would have known...that Chika...loves...me.

"I love you, Gopher." Chika confirms. I smile and mouth 'I love you, too'. At this, Chika sighs and says, " This is going to make missions impossible. I won't be able to ever let you get a scratch again. Jeez, Gopher, you always cause trouble, don't ya?" He smiles at me. I can't believe it took me almost getting killed to realize that I really do love Chika. What an idiot. I can't believe how dense I was to my OWN feelings. Thank God this happened to me or things would just have always been the same between me and Chika. Now, I can't believe I didn't notice what a caring guy he really is. I'm not going to let this go for a while. Chika LOVES me. I'm so happy. I haven't been this happy in a while, actually. Hmmmm...I like it. I like being happy. I hope Chika's as happy as I am. Having that concerned look on his face again, Chika asks, " Are you alright, Gopher? Does your stomach hurt?" And now that he mentions it, my stomach hurts like hell. Tears spring to my eyes and fall. Chika glares at my stomach for a moment then wipes the tears away from my face. " Please don't cry, Gopher. You're so much prettier whe you smile." I try my best to smile even though my brows are knitted together. I hear Chika laugh and then I feel warm lips on mine again. I close my eyes, peacefully. I'm so glad that Chika loves me. I smile a genuine smile against his lips and he whispers against mine, "There it is."

_**The end! I really hope you enjoyed this. I felt like writing a longer, better story between Chika and Michiru. I do hope this one is better than my first one. Please review and tell me what you guys think. If you do, I would really appreciate it. I'm sorry if I didn't spell a few things right. Again, I'm still a kid so I don't really know if I spelled all my words right. Tell me if you would like it a little longer. Also tell me if you don't like how melodramtic Chika acted. I had a perfect image the whole time in my head but it may be different your guys'. Anyways, bye guys. Love ya all.**_

_** ~ Thelovelywriter204**_

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Chika's heartbreaking confession by thelovelywriter204


Instead of Starting a Fire

**Instead of Starting a Fire.**

He doesn't push Akatsuki out of the bed, although Shito does think that he should, and he feels really, really tempted to do so.

"Move," he tells him, just enough that he can pull the blankets away to get inside the bed, not caring about the way Akatsuki is looking at him. Shito just doesn't care if Akatsuki sleeps on the floor or in the bed, and choosing either would mean caring, one way or the other. If he sleeps on the floor, he better be ready because he doesn't have any extra blankets. If he sleeps in the bed, Akatsuki better not kick or he will kick him off the bed.

"Shito?" he hears Akatsuki shift, and he feels the way he's looking at him, that terribly awkward awareness that has come from the past few weeks, even more aware than what having Akatsuki's hand in his body made him.

"Go to sleep or go away," he mutters, eyes closed, with an arm under his head.

Shito hears Akatsuki huff and mutter about idiotic bastards, but he moves too, and then he feels the matres shift as Akatsuki moves next to him under the covers, barely a breath away of distance between them.

They don't say goodnight, but it takes Shito longer than usual to fall into a deep sleep, with the way he's acutely aware of there being another body next to him the basic instinct to move away or attack thrumming through his body, and he knows it's going to be a long night even before Akatsuki rolls over, moving to put an arm around him, all of the sudden way too close.

He tenses, ready to push him away again, but Akatsuki presses his forehead against his shoulder blades and his arm is tight around his waist. He feels the same way he did over the ceiling, saying again 'please' as if they were friends, as if it mattered at all.

Shito sighs but he also makes himself relax, because it doesn't matter, and he doesn't care, not really, and Akatsuki can do whatever the hell he wants.

Shito doesn't fall asleep until Akatsuki stops trembling.

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Instead of Starting a Fire by Kali Cephirot


Hunger

Kita Michiru was a woman of many talents. She may not have been as strong or as savvy as anyone had hoped, but she knew how to put herself to use.

_Cleaning_.

The men of the manor seemed to be challenged by the simple daunting act of cleaning. If they had managed to properly fold and place their clothes, it was a miracle. While Shito-kun may have been tidier, his room full of clutter was anything but cleanly.

Chika-kun was the exact opposite. He had a room that was barren and void of any worldly possessions. With a space full of nothing, it was amazing how filthy it could become. It wasn't uncommon to see clothes strewn about like Christmas lights and food wrappings and other trash collecting on the floor. Heaven forbid someone should peak under his bed.

_Errands_.

Since the majority of the house _loathed _running errands, it was up to Michiru to make sure that nobody died from starvation, bled to death because they were out of bandages, or slipped in the bathroom because the pipes started leaking. She would often make trips into town, stopping here and there to pick up this and that. No one ever really knew what she brought home, but everything seemed in order, so they let it be.

After all, she would always have to make a stop at the convenience store on the way home to pick up some snacks for Koyomi-san.

_Homework_.

If there's one thing Michiru was, it was smart. You wouldn't think she'd have the time to get such good grades with how often she and the others go zombie hunting. If it isn't that, she's being held hostage at Chika-kun's part-time job to help bring in some extra money.

Still, she was the one that tutored Koyomi-san in math, helped Shito-kun with his art projects, and sat around watching Chika-kun do his homework. He was plenty smart, required virtually no assistance, but if she didn't babysit him, it just wouldn't get done.

_Cooking_.

It was no secret that everyone loved Koyomi-san's cooking. She made dinner almost every night and even Sotetsu-san would drop in to have whatever she was serving.

But every once in awhile, Michiru would have to step in and cook. Koyomi-san had a nasty habit of downing Fanta and it made it unsafe for her to use the stove. If she wasn't tipsy, she was sick or out for the day. It was hard telling with her sometimes. Still, it gave Michiru a rare opportunity to do something different.

Still, she wasn't particularly fond of the chore. At least, she wasn't up until recently. After the incident of being trapped in the school, Michiru's perspective changed quite drastically.

Seeing a small, frightened Chika-kun curled up by the front door waiting for his mother to come home broke her heart. All he wanted was her affection and love. He wanted to sit at their small table together and eat. He was starving and it showed.

So Michiru made sure to cook a little more often. She wanted to be certain that Chika-kun ate - that he was fed. She knew it was silly, since he always ate whatever Koyomi-san fixed, but... it made her feel warm and peaceful to see him happily eating her food as well. He would never outright compliment her, but she noticed the sparkle in his eyes when he took that first bite.

_Perhaps cooking wasn't so bad_, she thought.

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"A/N: I never write stuff this short. Ever. Still, I didn't have a lot of time today and I _really _wanted to write. So I picked #35 off of the 64 damn prompts list and rolled with it. This is what you get."

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Hunger by SamNny


Touch

**Touch**

by Saki (danpen-blue)

Shito is left handed. But when it comes to Chika... [And so Shito realized that subconsciously wishful actions took up fifty percent of his movements.

---

Shito is left handed.

He knows he's lucky, because he doesn't have to fear reaching out to someone and having his hand fall right down at his feet. All that is more trouble than it's worth going through. So Shito doesn't share in Chika's inconvenience, and instead leaves him at the daily jeopardy of his work.

It's too troublesome to help Chika anyway, if his pride will even let Shito past his own personal boundary.

For even though their lives are connected, they've always managed to distance themselves from each other as much as possible, stretching the limits of their circle. From MOVA, to _that place_.

Even if doing so is inconvenient.

Which is why he feels as if he is turning favor to Fate as he walks toward the store, closer to Chika and farther, as far as possible, from Toho, relaxing the distance between their hands.

He doesn't wish for Destiny's pity. He'd only felt his own heartstrings strained with that far distance, and sought to alleviate that discomfort.

He knows he will have to pay for his emotions in all due time.

---

As he walks, Shito traces the invisible seam between Chika's hand and his arm that has since smoothed over after he left. The two parts nearly precisely match. But Shito feels alienated from that hand, the hand that belongs to a boy who is nowhere as close to him as his hand is.

The store bell jingles as Shito enters, the fluorescent lights lighting up his vision in comparison to the outside dusk. Shito imagines seeing the brightness reflected Chika's golden eyes as he looks up in greeting, and isn't sure if it is real or not.

"We're going out again tonight, Shito?"

"Of course. Idiot."

"I was just asking." Chika looks back down at the magazine he is reading. "Pachiri, did you hear that?"

Michiru looks over from where she is stacking a pile of old issues. She exchanges a smile with Shito when she sees him.

"Sure thing. But be careful, okay? I know that Yuuta was wondering why you guys didn't go to him to get healed last night. Nao told me."

What a kind girl. Shito lets himself smile out of more than common courtesy. He almost volunteersto help her finish her work, but only takes the magazines from her hands silently, refusing to let Chika know he is helping with his work. Michiru nods in thanks, and in understanding, though Shito doesn't realize it.

Michiru is sensitive. She knows his feelings.

Minutes later, the books are reorganized. The lavender-haired girl stands up, stretching her arms.

"Hey, Chika, can I go now?"

Chika is dozing, the magazine he was reading slack in his hands and his eyes closed. Shito stands up too, after being momentarily stunned by the sight of the sleeping boy. He tries to put on an affronted face, and fails.

He coughs, clearing his throat. "Oi, Akatsuki. Kita-san needs to go home."

The boy starts, blushing in embarrassment. Shito almost, almost, does the same thing, only for another reason.

"Aa, Pachiri. The bentos are by the door."

"You'd leave a girl to walk home alone at night?"

Michiru gives Shito a look. "I'll be fine." She walks out of the store, hefting the lunches in her thin arms. "See you later, Shito-kun, Chika-kun."

"You know, it's only just past six, Shito. But I'm done here anyway," Chika gets up, placing his reading back on its shelf. "Why'd you make a special trip out here?"

"It was on the way from... personal business," Shito answers vaguely. "Business that finished early."

"Oh?" Chika doesn't say anything more, and the former doesn't wait for him to. Chika doesn't need to know. Not this, not many things about Shito.

"I'm going to the bathroom. Then we can get some food, and start." The black-haired boy crosses the length of the store into the bathroom at the far end, turning the doorknob and locking himself in.

---

Shito is left handed.

But if he has reason to touch his hair, his shirt collar, if he needs to lean his cheek or his chin on his hand, he'll use his right hand, whether he notices it or not. He was surprised, the first time he realized it, when Yuuta asked if he was ambidextrous. So Shito realized that subconsciously wishful actions took up fifty percent of his movements.

And if he has reason, God forbid, while he's in the MOVA store bathroom (which has been looking quite cleaner since Michiru started working) and he can hardly stand on his feet because Chika recently reapplied his cologne in that room and had colored the air sweet and gently sharp and smells of an unnamed flower that matched his pale lilac hair and yellow eyes and the delicate shapes of the designs on the cold walls...

Shito will be overcome by wistfulness and desire and something of warm nostalgia for Chika, so close and so far.

He'll only hesitate a moment before forsaking his pride and uprighteousness of an unforgiving reality and use Chika's hand to touch _himself, _in solitude as quiet he can maintain.

For even though their lives are connected, Shito has always managed to distance himself from Chika as much as possible, never finding the courage, no, recklessness, to change the boundary and keep as close to Chika as he can.

So Shito finds the consequence of his sin staining Chika's hand in a sticky white splash on his palm.

And he regrets many things in the minutes afterward, most of them ridiculous lines of distances, literal and figurative, that weave a web that stifles his desperate feelings.

Because Shito is tainted, the black dragon on his chest ever at the ready to turn against his heart. And Chika is innocent, no matter how rude or smart-mouthed, and any misbalance will have their world collapse from under their feet.

Shito lives in a world of boundaries. He walks the edge, always, unable to step outside of them, somehow unable to step inside.

He knows that, one day, he will fall from that razor's edge.

He wishes that Chika will catch him when he does, and not Toho, not Laoye, not a shinigami, none of those monsters, because Chika is the only one at the center of his spinning world. His world, circular like a CD on one of the store shelves, singing a suppressed melody.

Chika tries to listen, and does not understand. He steals a glance at Shito's profile as they walk down the street together, and isn't all too surprised to see Shito glancing back at him.

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Tadaa Z-Loan love. 3 I like how it turned out, but, erm... Just for the record, Shito doesn't use his right hand except to hold books, and he doesn't use it for imaginary wishful Chika's hand complex-related actions like touching his face. That's all left handed. I'm sorry, I lied. :x -shot- Forgive me. Review appreciated.

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Touch by danpen-blue


His For Eternity

His For Eternity- Zarame x Michiru. Zombie Loan.

Michiru had been sitting in her room all day. Everything was just so damned depressing.

First she starts dating Sotetsu, believeing she was in love with him. Then she soon came to the shocking realization that she was actually developing feelings for Yomi, Koyomi's other personallity.

Gathering her courage, she had slowly slipped out of her bedroom, strengthening her resolve. At the time, she had felt that she needed to tell Yomi about her attraction.

Earlier that morning-

She was so nervous as she walked down the hallway. She was not use to blurting out her feelings, being as shy as she was.

'I hope that I'm not actually making a fool of myself.' she blushed, her heart beating erratically in her chect as she was now a mere five steps or so from Koyomi's door.

Slowly lifting her hand to the doorknob she steeled herself to open the door, only to stop once hearing noises coming from inside.

Eyes becoming wide and pressing her ear firmly to the door she began listening intently.

"Yomi-chan, you are undoubtedly the most beautiful woman i've ever seen. A flawless body. Mmm~"

She listened as Yomi, -the girl she loved- giggled and then responded "Thank you Sotetsu, how about round two?"

"Sounds wonderful. How about this time we-"

Rushing away from the door, Michiru was at a loss as of what to think. The person she had feelings for, and her ex-boyfriend were messing around and she did'nt know how to feel about it.

This new development had shattered a part of her.

Walking back to her room, she noticed how Zarame was watching her with a shocked gaze. She briefly wondered why he was wearing that expression until she caught a glimpse of her own reflection in the mirror.

Her eyes were dull and lifeless, tears streaming down her face. She looked utterly heartbroken to her own eyes. Placing her hands over her face she began to sob, dropping to her knees, body shaking.

She let it all out.

She had calmed down a while ago, and now she just felt empty. The person she cared for was with another person. She figured that she should be happy for Yomi. She had found someone to give her the affection she craved.

Sighing she looked over at Zarame and noticed that he was still staring at her.

"What?" she asked hesitantly. Blinking as if he had just noticed that he had been staring, he 'humph'd' and looked away.

She had figured he wouldn't answer, so she was surprised when he spoke.

"I am sorry."

Her head swung to his direction, eyes as wide as saucers. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. It was rare for him to speak as if he cared, but it was even more rare to see the slight blush spread across his cheeks.

Giggling, she crawled off the bed to the small couch in her room where Zarame sat.

Glancing down at her he couldn't help but wonder what she was up to. He was shocked when her small hand slowly ran over his cheek in a small circular motion.

"What are you doing, girl?" he hissed, momentarily stunning her with the harshness in his voice.

Staring up at him she felt a shiver run down her spine at the cold look in his sapphire eyes. Steeling her resolve she spoke the words that would determine her fate. She knew it wasn't wise to become attached or get too close to a shinigami, but he was the only person she could rely on right now.

"If it's you, I know you can make me forget."

Eyes softening a bit he couldn't help but admire the boldness of her statement. The look on her face was one of utter desperation. His answer would determine wether she broke or not.

Brushing his hand against her face to wipe away stray tears he nodded his head, letting her know that he would accept her offer.

She couldn't help but smile. Throwing her arms around his neck and she squeezed him to her in a short embrace to show him that she was thankful. Barely realizing she was on top of his legs, straddling him.

Lifting her head to look into his eyes, she could feel the air changing. Lifting her shaking hands to his face she slowly unwound the bandages that wrapped around his face and neck. Once they were off she couldn't help but admire his handsome features. Smoot pale skin, hish cheekbones and perfect nose. Sharp sapphire eyes and crimson hair that brushed his broad shoulders. Thick eyelashes and shapely lips. He was perfect.

She was startles out of her reverie as his lips pressed against hers.

Smirking as she moaned into the kiss, he let his hands glide over her shoulders to her arms, down her back to her hips, thighs, and eventually her knees.

"Eeek!" he had pushed her back onto to couch and settled between her legs. He felt her slowly wrap her legs around his back and suppressed a groan. Leaning down to capture her lips again in a searing kiss, his hands again roaming her body.

Teasing the crease of her mouth with his tongue, he forced his tongue past her lips and into her mouth to explore every part of the moist cavern. He could feel her body shivering beneath him and couldn't help but feel immensely proud for making her feel this way.

Biting down on her bottom lip and breaking the skin, he groaned in pleasure as he tasted blood on his tongue. Breaking away to look down at Michiru he couldn't help but notice how turned on she was making him.

Her eyes were clouded over in lust and she was whimpering from the loss of contact. She was a sight to behold.

Gripping her hair in his hand he harshly yanked her head to the side, kissing and licking down her neck to her collarbone earning himself a hiss of pleasure from the small girl beneath him.

Sliding his finger down her front, a sharp nail sliced through the material leaving her torso exposed to his hungry gaze. Licking his lips he leant forward and captured a nipple in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around it, he released it with a soft 'pop'. Slowly grazing his teeth across her breast and biting down the hardened nipple. His free hand wandered to the other one squeezing and rolling it between two fingers.

Moaning loudly she felt like she was floating on air. She had never felt anything like this. He was amazing and she didn't know how much longer she could last. She felt like she needed something, she just wasn't quite sure what it was. She wasn't experienced in intimacy at all. She'd only been kissed before, and by a girl no less.

All she could focus on was what his mouth and hands were doing to her. She could feel heat collecting in her stomach and it was driving her mad.

He was trying to take it slow, but he couldn't help his rough nature. He wasn't one for gentle, but he was trying.

Kissing down her stomach he slowly slipped off her pants and underwear in one shot.

Continuing his path down her stomach he reached he soft patch of pink curls.

Spreading her legs wide with his hands he gave a soft lick to her folds and she jerked in response, her legs shaking violently. He could hear her breathing heavily, and could tell she was scared by how tense she was.

"Relax." It was an order, but it worked. She relaxed, letting him spread her legs further.

Leaning forward he quickly shoved his tongue into her. She would have screamed had two fingers not been shoved into her mouth at the same moment his tongue entered her.

Forcing herself to relax as he stilled his tongue's movement she began coating his fingers with her saliva, licking and sucking them thoroughly.

This was all new to her, but he would bring her into this new world of pleasure at his own pace.

Realizing that she was relaxed enough, he began quickly lapping at her womanhood causing her to writhe and moan. Twirling his tongue around her bud she screamed out at the immense pleasure she was feeling. Torturously and relentlessly he continued to abuse her clitoris with his tongue, occasionally thrusting his tongue deep inside of her he felt her tighten around his tongue as she came into his mouth.

Her body was trembling as she came down from her first orgasmic high and she could barely take in what was happening around her. As the fog began to clear from her mind she realized that she was now handcuffed to the bed -when had he moved her?- with Zarame over her, looking down at her with a feirce look in his eyes, his fingers still in her mouth.

"You taste wonderful."

Before she could ponder what he'd said his mouth crashed down onto hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth. She could taste herself on his tongue and for some reason she was turned on by it.

Removing his fingers from her mouth he slowly rubbed them over her womanhood, teasing her until she whimpered for more. Slowly pushing two fingers into her she cried out in pain. Shushing her he slowly began moving his fingers inside of her.

It was so painful. She had never felt something like this. It reminded her of being ripped in half. She was whimpering and writhing due to the pain when it started to feel different.

He was stretching her, getting her ready for him. He was moving his fingers within her quickly, her pleasure building. Just as she felt that she would explode he pulled his fingers out of her earning himself a cry of surprise.

"W-why? Why did you st-" "Shh".

Silencing her, he crawled on top of her and kissed her once more.

She watched him as he shed himself of his Shinigami wardrobe, her eyes widening once she could see his beautiful body. He was tall -at least three heads taller than her- lean and yet muscular. He definately had the body of the perfect shinigami.

When she felt something position against her enterance her eyes widened as she saw his member.

"T-that can't p-possibly fit." she stuttered out.

Looking up at her he grinned, making her feel uneasy at the mischievious look in his sapphire orbs. With a quick jerk of his hips he thrust himself to into her, buried to the hilt. Leaning down quickly he claimed her lips to quiet her before she could scream.

Tears trailed down her face, her body trembling. This pain was worse than beofre. So much worse.

Pulling out of her so that only the tip was inside, his hips snapped forward again to bury himself within her hot entrance. Starting at a steady pace he began to thrust into her without mercy, numbing the pain in his wake. The pain began to dull and left behind only pleasure. He smirked when she moaned loudly into his ear.

Groaning as she clamped down on him he started to suck and nibble on her ear, throat and shoulder. Quickening his pace he found himself slamming into her, being rewarded by moans and screams. It was music to his ears and he felt he couldn't last much longer. He knew she was close too, if how she was tightening around him was anything to go by.

Pulling out and thrusting back into her roughly he lowered his mouth to her neck and sunk his teeth into her neck, marking her.

The feeling of his teeth in her neck sent her over the edge, causing her to clamp down on him almost painfully. Her orgasm hit her hard, the look on her face sending him over the enge with her, releasing his seed into her.

Panting heavily he rolled her onto her side, laying next to her. Placing a rough kiss on her lips causing her to moan in turn.

"Thank you." She said, smiling. Her hand wandered to her neck and touched the bite mark, curiously.

Watching her touch his mark on her neck he smirked and replied. "You're mine now."

"I'm happy I came to you, Shinigami-sama." She replied teasingly, laying her head on his chest.

He didn't respond, just closed his eyes. Pulling the blankets over them, he smiled slightly, still buried deep within her.

She would be his for eternity.

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His For Eternity by p4c05wif3y


Christmas Shoes

**Disclaimer: I do not own Zodiac PI. I also based this story on a song called "Christmas Shoes" by Newsong, which I also don't own. **

Hiro was staring to lose it. There were only a couple of days left until Christmas and here he was spending them in a busy mall. He was tired, sore, and his holiday joy was running low. He had spent most of his spare time lately being dragged about the mall by his older sister and he only realized he had none of his own shopping done when Megumi asked him what he got for Lily.

Now he was standing in line wishing for the people in front of him to hurry up. He still had other places to go. After what seemed like forever there were only a couple of people before him. Looking down he began to notice the person in front of him.

It was a little boy who looked eight. He seemed like he could use a bath and a hot meal. His shoes were practically falling off his feet and his coat was worn out. But he looked excited as he fidgeted, waiting for his turn to pay. In his glove clad hands were a pair of shoes.

Finally it was the little boy's turn. Hastily he placed the shoes on the counter. Then he dug into his pocket and pulled out a few bills and a lot of coins. Giving the cashier a toothy grin he asked, "I would like to buy these shoes, Sir. Could you wrap them up quickly? I have to get them to my momma soon."

Ringing up the shoes he put the paper money in the register and counted up the coins. When he had finally finished he looked down at the boy and said regretfully, "Sorry, kid. You don't have enough here."

The kid looked crestfallen and panicked. He turned every pocket he had inside out and even took off his shoes to look for anything that could help him out. When he found no hidden money he tried explaining why he needed the shoes so badly. "I don't have any more money but I need these shoes! They're for my momma for Christmas. She also made Christmas fun and I could never get her anything. Now she's sick and she'd look beautiful in these! I have to get these for her!"

"I feel for you kid but my hands are tied. There's nothing I can do." The cashier tried to say.

"Please I-" the little boy tried once again.

"I'll pay for them." Looking down Hiro saw the kid staring at him in disbelief and hope. Breaking eye contact with him he turned his attention to the cashier. Opening his wallet he pulled out a couple of twenties and put them on the counter. "That should be plenty. Now wrap it up and make it quick. This kid has to hurry on back home."

The kid just stood there dumb founded as his shoes were quickly wrapped up. Once they were down Hiro carefully pick up the present and put it in the kid's hands. Turning him until he faced the nearest exit Hiro gave him a gentle shove. "Go on Kid. I'm sure your mom wants to see you."

Snapping out of it the kid turned around and gave Hiro a hug before running off. Just as he was about to rush out the door he stopped. Turning around he waved to Hiro. "Thanks! Momma's going to look so great!"

Hiro smiled and waved as the boy turned around. He watched until he disappeared out of sight then Hiro went back to his shopping, feeling better than he had in a while.

_Sir, I want to buy these shoes for my Mama, please _

_It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size _

_Could you hurry, sir, Daddy says there's not much time _

_You see she's been sick for quite a while _

_And I know these shoes would make her smile _

_And I want her to look beautiful if Mama meets Jesus tonight_

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Christmas Shoes by Dozen and One Stars


THE BLOODY PIZZA BY SARAHEHM N MICHELLE EHM

**THE BLODDY PIZZA**

Michelle and sarah were going by an outside cafe.when they both saw a man who was dressed all in black you couldn't see his face because he had his hood up over his head.He was eating a pizze and blood was dripping from it .He stood up and got a knife out and he turned and looked at us but you still couldn't see his face because of his hood.Then he (STUDE?) up started to walk thn started to run at them .Michel and sarah screamed and ran.Everyone just sat still like they couldn't see him running after us.Sarah ran in to hur house and closed the door than she heard banting at the door .It was Michelle.they both ran up the stairs and locked the room door.Two minutes later the door was geting (FORST?) open they opend the window and (CRIMED?)down the pipe.They went to the police but the police didn't believe them. The man walked into the police station still holding the bloody pizza.The blood was still dripping from it And the police still couldn't see hum So michelle grabed the police man's gun and shot the man in the head amd when the body touvhed the ground .He disapered but the pizza was still laying thereThe following year Sarah and Michelle came home from shopping.Michelle put the bags in the kichen and heard Sarah screaming when she ran beem there was a bloody pizza on the table

THE END

BY SARAH N MICHELLE

P.S SOz FOR SPELLING P :) AND PLZ REVIEW AND MAYBE SEND COMMENT AND THIS WOULD BE GLADLY APRESHATED

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THE BLOODY PIZZA BY SARAHEHM N MICHELLE EHM by SarahxItachi


Old Things

Old Things

He passed trough the door, hearing an old sound of a bell upon it. Why some people just don't ignore past habits? Who still uses those things but not electric ones? He sighed, thinking why she choosed that cafe in all of the other along the principal avenue.

_I will never understand Lee's mind!_

He smiled to the barman, who was cleaning the balcony with a piece of white fabric. West was walking to the man, when that calm voice called him:

"West, here!"

He looked to his right, where a pale hand was squeezing trough the air, getting his attention. He looked back to the man, who was giving him a huge smirk. He answered with a false angry look, and ignoring him, he walked to the table where she was.

Lee.

She was beautiful.

Without the uniform, her pale skin was more brilliant, and the red-flowered dress was in perfect harmony with her black eyes and hair. He always knew she was gorgeous in her exotic and oriental shape, but obliviously she already did know that... so, he just wouldn't make a fool paper telling her what she could know by herself.

"You're late."

He gave her a nervous smile, keeping his eyes away from hers.

"Hei, there's a big traffic outside, you know? And I'm a very busy agent of the Govern..."

"Don't start it, West. It's your day-off. Let's just talk and have some fun, ok?"

He sat in the sofa opposite to hers, right beside a huge window. She sat down too, asking to the waiter another cup of coffee with tea, his favorite one. Well, it became his favorite one, because of her strange taste. Of course the idea to try coffee and tea in the same drink wasn't his idea. But she loved to drink it so much, every morning! He just gave up and a sunny day, when they were waiting for some information from the Agent Bennet, West decide to change his usual cup of express coffee for Lee's one.

He liked it. And since that day, she always had asked two cups, for both of them.

But after then... she just... left.

"So, how work's going?"

"I though we wouldn't talk about it in our day-off."

"Sorry." - She smiled an ashamed smile. - "I didn't want to..."

"It's not the same without you."

He saw her cheeks got a soft red color, her eyes trembling and staring at him. Could she really know how she was beautiful? He kept his mouth closed. Of course she knew it. Of course her boyfriend, or anyone else, would her to be sure about it.

He just wondered why she never talks about him... or anyone...

"Ahn... Thanks... I think."

She smiled again, a truly happy smile now. The waiter came and rested his cup in front of him. She re-started to drink hers, now looking trough the window. It was autumn and all the streets had some king of nostalgic around. The brown was present in the leaves, in the clothes, and even in the light of sun upon the gray buildings, lying about his yellow and red colors.

West was still looking at her, thinking about all those things they did together. But, yet, he feels her so distant... no, he was distant. She was there, as always, but and him? What did he really know about her? Only coffee with tea? He knew she lived alone, in an apartment. She didn't have parents since her childhood, but she lived with her grandparents in a big city, in the middle of the Asian Continent. He wasn't sure if they were still alive, but he preferred to think they were. Lee didn't deserve to be all alone in life...

"So... how you life's going, then?"

He blinked, turning his head to the cup in his hand, untouched.

"Good. I think Bennet will give me a reward pretty soon. I'll get Zeta in the next time. I've been thinking about some plans, you know?"

She put her hand upon his, with a sad smile.

"No work, remember?"

She pulled away her hand, turning back to her glare at the window.

He felt his body petrified.

"So..." - she continued - "Isn't there anything more in you life, but work?"

He blinked again, slowly and thoughtful. He stared to the smoke in his drink. Well... no, there wasn't. Why would it have?

There was her... but she wasn't with him - at work - anymore.

So, does it mean she was leaving his whole life too? Does it mean she wasn't going to be his partner, anymore? Of course he liked their meetings, always as they could; she was always calling him to a coffee, a break, just to keep in touch.

So why was she so distant?

Or was him?

He raised up his eyes, staring her asking face.

But he didn't answer her. He took a deeply breathe, even without notice it, and asked:

"Why did you leave me, Lee?"

She took a shock, he could say. She took his hand on hers, holding them high between her finger. And she answered, with hurt voice.

"I did not leave you! I just couldn't keep a work that I didn't believe anymore!"

"How can you know?"

She gave him a soft smile, still holding his hand.

"Because of the olds things. Don't you see? Everything around us is just machines. Our hearts, our lives... so a robot wanted to go away, helping people and loving a young girl, how can I judge him for doing that? **Just because he's less machine inside than we had became?"**

"You're not a machine. You're human, and he is not."

"Do you love, West?"

She let go of his hand, her neck leaning against the sofa.

"I... I don't know."

"But he knows. He loves life. He loves any form of life in this world. I already saw him and that blond girl just looking at the trees, saying anything. Have you ever seen the trees in autumn, West? Have you ever appreciate a coffee made by a man, not a machine? Or the sound of a bell singing above you when you enter a store... the wind touching you, the streets getting darker when it's dawn... if it's not human, West, I don't really know what I am. Because in this world, it's all those things that I have to remember that I'm more than a hand in my gun. These kinds of things won't change with time... "

She stopped her speech, losing her attention at some point on the brown and gray avenue. West jus let her with her thoughts, trying to understand why she cared that much with the robot and his cause. Ok, he knew how smart - brilliantly intelligent, alright - she was, but he couldn't understand why she felt so hardly that she needed to do the right thing by herself. If they were right or not, it was with Bennet, not him! Or her! She was meant to be there yet, with him! Why did she need to think so much about those things! He missed her! Couldn't her see that! _It _was so simple!

"You left me anyway!"

He put his hand with force on the table, standing up. She looked at him her black eyes full of surprised. He didn't know why or how those words expelled out from his mouth, but he just didn't care, and he didn't want to stop it...

"Do you know how is to have to work with those agents looking everyday as I was a fool! And that ugly woman! She's so... She hates me! And she tries to get the entire Bennett's attention to her! Do you know how hard I have to try to not let them commit mistakes? It's pretty hard without you there to help me keeping them in order!"

She stood up, her mouth opening and closing several times without a word, her eyes staring at him as she have never saw his childish compliments before.

"West..."

"I miss you there, Lee! How can I go on without you by my side!"

She squeezed her eyes, closing her mouth after a long whisper. He stood there, looking at her. Suddenly, her hand touched his face, and he felt her lips above his. She kissed him tenderly, and when he found it, he already has opened his mouth to let her depend on the kiss.

But as suddenly as she started it, she stopped it.

And she whispered to him, the air passing trough her lips touching his.

"I would never leave you, West, because my human heart wouldn't let me to."

And she sat again in her place, taking another gulp from the coffee with tea.

He watched her moves, and did the same. But now, was he supposed to do? He didn't know! Lee always knew what to do! But what about him! He was such a fool!

"Lee... I... I mean... I always..."

She smiled, taking his hand, playing with his fingers between hers.

"Tell it. Tell you love me."

"But you always knew it, didn't you? So why do I have to?"

"Because then I'll be able to say I love you too."

West laughed, kissing her hand.

"I really missed you, Lee. You and all your freaky old things..."

oOo

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Old Things by Tsuki Koorime


Moonlit

Moonlit

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Author's Notes: YOU listen to Track 07: One Day She'll Love Me from the Emperor's New Groove CD while writing a ZP fic and let's see if YOU can beat off a W/L fic idea! Bah! Actually, none of the song's inspirational lyrics made it into this, but, heck, it still helped...anyway, this is just one of those fanfics you come up with on a whim. It WAS going to be a songfic, but I decided the angst-death idea I was toying with wasn't something I liked and I couldn't find any good songs for me to write an idea around. Well, David Bowie's "China Girl" song was under consideration, but some of the lyrics are WEIRD.

For: Faria-san! Zee's Girl-san! Akako-san! And TOAST-SAN!!! Four marvelous people who took the time to review "Thank You"! Faria-san reviewed my story...*faints*

Disclaimer: Hey, WB, wanna thumb-wrestle for the rights?

Summary: West/Lee. S'all. {read/don't read/review/weep/flame} Oh, and Lee might seem a bit Out-Of-Character - sorry!

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West scowled at his bedroom wall and, in an ill temper, kicked off the fancy black shoes required as a part of the NSA uniform. They almost had the damned synthoid - so close! It was beginning to become rather monotonous, this habit of just barely letting Zeta slip through their fingertips. Truth be told, he was beginning to hate his job. If any of his colleagues lost track of Zeta, it was always West's fault - good old trusty West'll take the fall. Well, good old trusty West hoped they'd all go to hell.

It went without saying that he was having a particularly awful day.

Tripping over his own foot, he decided that maybe he should just stop moving and hope that the evening would be better than the day had been thus far. With his luck, it wouldn't be.

"God," he began sweetly, flexing his fingers and letting his legs fall limp, "I was wondering when my life's going to start working out. As in, do You enjoy torturing me?" He reasoned that he had the right to be pissed - Bennett had chewed him out for probably the nineteenth time in the past four days. "Do You find some sadistic pleasure in insuring my life is hell? You're a jerk!"

The electricity in his quarters went out.

"Okay, fine, have it Your way. S'not my fault I don't have deity powers."

West paused and searched the length of the carpet in a semicircle with one arm, managing to grasp the edge of an old, worn pillow and pull it under his head.

Moonlight, pale and gentle, drifted lazily into his bedroom through the window and he smiled, eyes closing slowly as he began to surrender to sleep.

The door flew open.

"Oh, daaaamn," he whined, throwing his arm over his face, "would you go away?"

"Would you stop whining?" snapped Lee's voice.

He peeked out from under his arm and sat up, slouching in a sitting position, overcoat wrinkled and half-off. His tie was discarded and he felt childishly enraged that Lee still retained a perfect countenance.

"I don't wanna," West stuck his tongue out, inching to his feet and shuffling over to the bed.

"You're an idiot," Lee told him affectionately. "The most perfect idiot in the world."

He stooped over to peel away the covers, sitting on the edge of his bed to wriggle his black socks off. "Or," he suggested, eyes glinting with humor, "the most flawed genius?"

Lee rolled her dark eyes as he grinned and shrugged out of his black overcoat, plucking off the cuffs of his white undershirt and tossing them into the laundry bin tucked away in a corner along with various other articles of dirty clothing. Calmly, she replied, "Has Bennett been giving you a hard time again?"

His lips thinned and his face tightened almost imperceptibly, clearly answering her though he refused to acknowledge in words that she had asked a question.

"You are such a stubborn, egotistical," she muttered to herself, watching West cross his arms over his slender chest and lean back on his bed, "man."

She sighed and unbuttoned her own overcoat, dropping it on the floor, where the soft black fabric pooled in small, overlapping circles. Noting West's duly large brown eyes, the doe-like depths somewhat startled, she smirked, ordering, "Scoot over, West." His jaw dropped and she bit her tongue to keep herself from giggling like some silly schoolgirl. "Now."

He complied, fearfully.

What was he - oh.

This time, she did giggle, developing it into a laugh even as she sat in the bed, shoving him down. "Now, West," she began, forcing her lips to stop laughing and instead pout while trying her darned best to sound sultry, "try and be a man."

He sputtered, eyes wide, cheeks red, and she collapsed into a pillow, laughing uncontrollably, tears crossing her eyes.

"Oh," Lee managed to gasp, "God, you should see your face!"

Lee was acting oddly, he decided, very oddly. And why the hell was she in his bed? Ah, well, why ask questions? Just try not to tick her off...

West turned to face the moonlit window, hearing Lee settle into the narrow mattress, her shoulder pressed into his back warmly. "Lee?" he asked softly after a moment. "Why are you doing this?"

He felt her sigh, followed by the kicking motions of her knocking her shoes off with her feet. "Because," she finally answered, "you're my friend. And I know you've begun to feel sort of depressed lately 'cause of this whole Zeta thing." She broke off, taking a breath and shifting so she could rest her chin in the crook where his neck met his shoulder and toy with the ends of his reddish-orange hair, using one of her ghostly light fingers. "Besides, I've missed just talking to you." Lee pressed her cheek to his, staring blindly at the silver moon, her free hand reaching down to clasp his.

"It's not always my fault," West heard his voice say, from a distance, "but I'm the one who always gets the blame. It isn't like I want to be clumsy or goofy." He fell quiet, opting to just settle for the feel of Lee's breath tickling his nose as she propped herself up on her elbows, face still only centimeters from his own.

"I know, West. Bennett just has to have a scapegoat." Lee silently traced a crease in the collar of his shirt. "Since you're the not-so-well-balanced one of us, you're the prime target."

"I'm a jinx, then," he finished.

"I didn't say that," she was quick to respond, leaning closer and over him so she could look him in the eyes, "did I?"

"No," he admitted, "you didn't."

Satisfied, she smiled at him and moved so her lips brushed his.

When she pulled away hesitantly, he had a dazed look to his face.

"Sleep," she commanded.

"But what if someone-"

"West? Shut-up."

*

Sunlight, harsh and brutal sunlight, filtered through the window moonlight had fled from an hour or so before. Bright and golden, it shot and pierced West's eyelids. "Make the sun go away," he muttered and Lee laughed, her back to his.

"Good morning, pretty boy," she greeted him, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and stretching.

West groaned, grasped the top sheet, and flung it over his head, attempting to return his consciousness to sleep.

Lee shook her head.

*****

THE END! (HALLELUJAH!!)

*****

Me? I'm not insane. I'm just obsessed. Tell me how much you hated this. I'll still be obsessed with West/Lee. I don't know why...you know what? I keep waiting for an episode focusing on West and Lee - kinda like Pocket Monsters/Pokemon has those precious few Jessie/James episodes that we J/J shippers use to our advantage. WB, give us a W/L episode! I beg thee!

*****

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Moonlit by PallaPlease


You Can Ring My Bell

**I was afrais about writing this. Not only because it's direct wrote in my second language, English. Or because I never had had written about Zee and Ro before. But, especially, because it's for a great and dear friend.**

**And like we both believe, I couldn't help but put my own heart on this...**

**My own faith and love.**

**Thanks for everything, Iglika. It's for your help and friendship that I can show my feelings in a good way.**

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**You Can Ring My Bell**

_To Mimi, my dear friend and confitent_

Ro's POV

"C'mon Zee. You know you can do it."

Zee looked at me that silly way, trying to understand my thoughts trought my eyes. But that wasn't right. That was my turn to look at him with an answer in my face. Because I knew he had something inside him, devouring his human soul, so deeply inside, so... real.

I just wanted to know what.

"I don't."

I set on the bed, looking straigh ahead to him. I knew he was worried. It was just a couple of hours ago when I was in front of death with Bennet and his agents. They're getting more serioulsy about taking me and Zee... and I think, they were really trying to hurt me. I think they believe that's the only way to stop Zee.

I'm not stupid to not know how much Zee cares about me. But the fact that I'm weaker than him wouldn't make him stop to reach for his freedom! If I got hurt, Zee'll leave me and go ahead with his journey, without me.

I can't let this happen.

I can't lose my family again. Zee's my family. My friend. My... Zee.

That's why we fought. I yelled to him, tring to make him understand that I could stay with him, even if my safety was in game. But he just answered me the same thing: that he doens't have the right to ask me something like that!

It's like I can't just decide to stay with him by my myself.

But I'll change that. I'll show him, He can do it. He can ask me to stay with him, because I know he cares, he wants me by his side, because I'm his friend. I'm his safe port. I'm his island when the sea has too much storms.

He can ask me everything... why can't he see?

"Yes, you can, thin man. You know what? You can ring my bell."

His eyes sparkled, like I knew they would. It's not about his hologram. I know there's something beyond it. Zee has true eyes behind the blue ones of the hologram. Sweet and child eyes. Even his voice, sometimes, when he trembles or just stop with the mouth open, it's not just a replay of his observations, it's not a copy of other behaviors. It's Zee. It's him and I know, because I know him so deeply like he knows me.

"I can't see what your 'bell' really means, Ro."

I smiled a soft smile to him. How can't this anguished voice come from his doubtfull heart? He's so naive for me. Pure. I looked at myself so many times, trying understand how could I love someone so right and determined in his values, always trying to make the right thing while the all world is sick and dark... he wants to be the knight saving a lost world. A hero, even just inside him. And... well, look at me. I'm Ro. The most lost one.

I like to smile at him.

I don't know why. I just like it.

"It's from a song. An old song. It's like... you know? You can do everything with me. You can ask me everything."

"But Ro! You know I wouldn't do anything that could harm you! I won't ask you anything that you won't like or that could put you in risk or..."

I put my finger on his lips.

Yes, Lips. Beyond the touch of the cold machine, I could feel his lips.

"That's why you can, thin man."

He gave a false smile. I can't help but just know when he's trying to comfort me hidding his worried thoughts in that smile.

He became closer, and in a slow voice, he asked me like a secret:

"Do you really trust me so much?"

His eyes were looking inside me. What could I do? Could he see how deeply he was inside me? How secret and big is his place inside me?

Was it? Trust? How he doubt my faith on him?

I knew that was a different question secretly behind that. And, even I didn't know which was, I already knew the answer.

Just because it was from Zee.

"Yes, I do."

He smiled and I realized that I would never knew what that question really meant to him.

"Thanks."

He stood up, walking to the bathroom. He was going to change the chiffon of my arm. The cut on it wasn't hurting anymore, but well, even in a billion years I'd be able to make Zee understand that kind of cut couldn't kill me.

Even if I yelled with all my air he wouldn't hear me, anyway...

Oh! What was we talking about? Why did I yelled at first time?

Zee, worried, silent. Me, angry, trying to make him understand. But, if he wasn't going to ask me to go stay from him... what could he wanna ask me?

"Hey, Zee! You didn't tell me!"

"What Ro?"

I hated when he asked that 'what ro' with his naive smile, as if I didn't know he knew the exactly thing I was talking about!

"I know there's something bothering you! What do you wanna know, Zee? Do you believe that I'm going away? Or is it if I'm tired of this life besides you? Zee!"

"I don't need to ask anymore, Ro. I already know it."

He re-entered the room, the a white box with a red cruxe on the tamp. He started to take care of my arm, with his shining eyes stuck at his work.

That was eating my mind!

He looked at me, just smiling.

Just that! Smile! I was driving me crazy to know what it's on his thin mad mind and he just gave me a sweet smile?

" So what! C'mon! You know how curious I am! You can't let me without knowing wha..."

Then he kissed me, in a gently and childish kiss.

When he moved a flinch away from me, I heard his softly voice in a whisper:

"I love you too, Ro."

That sounded to me like an old song. Like one that I used to sing myself everyday.

But, it wasn't.

That time, he was ringing my bell.

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You Can Ring My Bell by Tsuki Koorime


1. Chapter 1

Dear Zee,

I'm sitting on an incredible beach. I'm surrounded by soft white sand and deep blue sea. Far away, through the hazy pink clouds, the brilliant yellow sun is setting.

To my left, a few sailboats are heading in to shore. To my right, children are laughing and playing. I am reminded of little Kora-Kay, and our time spent sailing on the same beach where we met Wade Pennington. All I can hear is the gentle lap of the waves on the shore and the faint cries of seagulls. The sun has been darkened by the clouds enough that I can stare right at it, savoring its glorious descent.

As I relax on the sand, I can smell the salt in the air. It is intoxicating, bringing back memories of laughter and carefree fun. There is so much beauty around me and yet,

All I can think of is you.

-Ro.

	2. Chapter 2

Dear Zee,

Dear Zee,

I'm on a beach again. Tonight the sky is dark, and I can't see the sunset. I'm on the run again, hiding behind the rocks. The agents are slowly making their way down the beach, checking everywhere for me.

I didn't know they had found me, and I left everything behind. Now, all I have is a backpack full of cash and a few necessities. It reminds me of the first time I met you, except that then, I didn't have the cash.

The sky is clouded over, and there are no stars. I can hear the agents coming by the crunch of the rocks underneath their footsteps. They are still at a distance, but its only a matter of time before they get here and I have to do something. I am cold, alone, and worst of all, I am afraid.

But I'm still in love.

-Ro.

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Dear Zee by encoder