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Chapter 1:

I hope this turns out well. I've had ideas for this pairing in my head for awhile now, and I finally have some of it coherent enough to put into a story. If there's any spelling mistakes I apologize. I have three band-aids on my fingers right now and I'm distracted with dealing with people.

So without further ado, enjoy~!

If it wasn't for the Oracion Seis spilling the secrets about a few dark guilds that were on the bad side of the council they'd probably still be stuck in jail. The council let them free on the condition that they stayed at this apartment where they could monitor all of their activities periodically. Their way of getting back at them wasn't the greatest thing in the world according to Cobra.

The council let them free and everything, but they didn't get them a vehicle to transport them to the location. Instead they got this newbie guy wrapped in five layers of clothing to escort them to the apartment. They also didn't mention that it was snowing, raining, and cold as the time Racer broke the AC that one time they were staying at a hotel while waiting for a job in the middle of winter. With shivers taking control of their bodies and teeth chattering, they set off into the blizzard that awaited them.

Cobra was thankful for his long jacket and high collar. He immediately wrapped his jacket tightly around his lithe body and zipped it up. Angel threatened the guy that was leading them for a coat, so the man had no other choice but to give the smaller girl what she wanted for fear he would be missing his toenails in his sleep. Racer and Hoteye seemed to not mind the cold weather. The two taller men were busy chatting to each other with Hoteye's occasional yells of "With love!" to end some of his sentences. Cobra rolled his eyes in exasperation before turning his violet gaze onto the shortest (but only by a little as the dual-haired man pointed out) of their group.

His arms were crossed over his slim chest and Cobra noticed he was rubbing his arms for warmth. The wind was working against them all, but Midnight seemed to be the one blown back the most. Cobra instinctively moved to help; stopping when he thought that Midnight probably wouldn't want help and might think it's some form of pity. He kept to snuggling himself further into his jacket and watched as Midnight seemed to be taking slower and slower steps.

It wasn't until they came to a river that separated them from the little prairie that kept them from reaching the town they were being sent to. The newbie guy, who Cobra found out was named Luke, stopped them from proceeding any further, "I think we can use those rocks over there to get across without getting soaked." He pointed one glove covered hand at the little rock bridge.

It certainly didn't look like the safest way of crossing, but they didn't exactly have much of a choice. First Angel went (it would have been Luke first but Angel shoved him into a tree while saying, "Ladies first," and hopped onto the first rock), the Luke, followed by Racer and Hoteye. Midnight followed the two shortly afterwards while Cobra brought up the rear. Cobra wasn't particularly paying attention to what he was doing, and when snow from the tree by the bank dripped down the back of his collar. He automatically tensed his body up and accidentally flailed his body a bit, hitting Midnight with just enough force to knock him off balance.

One loud splash later and Midnight was soaked head to toe from falling in the river. The entire group stopped while Midnight, visibly shivering and probably going to freeze to death now, swam to the other side of the river. The rest of them fell into action and hopped to the riverbank. Cobra pushed passed the others, "Midnight, I'm sorry man. I didn't mean to," he said with guilt clearly written on his face.

Midnight didn't say anything, probably because he was too cold to respond without stuttering throughout the entire thing. Cobra unraveled himself from his jacket and held it out to Midnight. The shorter male slipped the jacket on. "We should probably hurry up," stated Angel.

Luke agreed as well; they moved much faster now. They were across the frozen prairie and in the town within half an hour. The entire time they all snuck looks at Midnight to make sure he hadn't turned into a popsicle right then and there. Luke brought them face to door with a decent sized apartment, and for that they were grateful that it wasn't so puny only one of them could fit in it. He unlocked the door and let them in, "I'd make sure you warm him up," he gestured towards the still shivering Midnight.

Red eyes glared at him, and with that their escort promptly left them to their own devices. Midnight left them all to go change his clothes into whatever they provided, Angel changed into a light blue nightgown and sat down to watch TV, Hoteye and Racer both went off to their respective rooms, and Cobra too thought sleep sounded like an excellent idea. He headed to his room, which ended up being the room that two of them had to sleep in, and those two people were Cobra and Midnight. The maroon haired man had just finished changing into a loose black tanktop and navy blue sleep pants when the familiar slight form of Midnight sauntered into the room.

Obviously the clothes were too big for him; the black shirt was far too long for him as it ended past his hips and it was much too big for someone of his stature. The pants were too long as well and dragged along the floor. "Don't you dare laugh," Midnight threatened with a dangerous look in his red eyes.

Cobra held his hands up in mock surrender, "Hey man, it's cool." He said while blatantly holding back a smile on his tan face.

The both of them collapsed onto their beds shortly afterwards. Cobra was nearly asleep when a thought flitted across his mind, 'I hope tomorrow will be much easier… and preferably warmer.'

~! #$%^&*

It was around the crack of dawn when he heard it. The sound of someone stuck in a coughing fit assaulted his ears and pulled him out from his slumber. Cobra rolled over to his other side to find the source of the disturbance without having to leave the comfort of his bed. Turns out the source was his roommate, and that wasn't a pleasant thing. "You alright?" Cobra mumbled, sleep evident in his voice.

Coughing was his only response.

This was what made Cobra jump out of bed and after a good five minutes Midnight finally stopped coughing long enough for the maroon haired man to check his temperature without the fear of getting coughed on. Once his tan hand met Midnight's pale forehead he winced; the little guy was burning up. "Great," Cobra sighed, "You're sick."

That day was not going to be an easier day.

Welp, I hope you guys liked chapter one! I had fun writing it. Though, the last bit was written in complete darkness so I had a hard time finding all of my keys whenever I moved my hand a certain way. My hands are small so I have to configure my typing a bit.

Please review! It makes my day much better, and considering how much homework I am totally not doing right now I kind of need it. I'm such a procrastinator DX