Disclaimer: I do not own Zombie-Loan in any way, shape, or form. (Damn it).
Pairing: Chika.Shito
Summary: Even zombies feel warmth.
con.tact
It is around two in the morning when, upon hearing a loud creaking of the floorboards outside of his bedroom, Shito's eyes snap open immediately.
The door to Shito's room creaks softly in protest as it opens slowly, a small puddle of moonlight growing larger and larger as the door opens wider. Shito's eyes open to the most narrow slits he can manage as he peers at the door with his dark eyes, watching as a familiar shadow slowly enters and shuts the door.
Tachibana Shito wonders briefly if Akatsuki Chika really thinks that he's this dumb.
For a minute, there is utter silence, save for the person's soft breathing. Then, the floor squeaks as Chika makes his way across the room, shuffling slowly and mumbling softly under his breath. There is a pause, and Shito quickly shuts his eyes.
No. I should get up, he tells himself. I should get up and tell Akatsuki to get the hell out. I should tell him to just get over Shiba's death and to stop sneaking into my room at night. I should--
A weight slowly sinks in next to Shito on the bed, and a warm hand presses itself against his back. Shito takes in a surprised, sharp breath from the sudden contact, and the hand freezes.
"Shito?" Chika's voice whispers, quiet and completely different from the loud, obnoxious voice he has during the day. "Are you having a nightmare, Shito?"
It takes Shito a moment to realize that Chika is referring to him by his first name, not by his last name. And though he knows that he should be yelling for Chika to leave his bedroom (now, damn it), he can't bring himself to. The only thing he can do is stay still, paralyzed, waiting to see what happens next.
Another warm hand gently touches Shito's shoulder, moving him from his current position so that the zombie is facing upwards, towards the ceiling. Chika trails his fingers across Shito's face for a moment, brushing away dark locks of indigo hair.
There is another pause.
"..." Chika then grasps onto Shito, pulling the boy into a sitting position as the white-haired boy holds him close. Warmth flourishes between the two, and--despite the fact that he can feel Chika's warm breath fanning out across his neck--Shito feels abnormally comfortable.
They stay like that for a while until Shito really does fall asleep, his breathing soft and melodic in Chika's ears.
When he wakes up in the morning, Chika is gone, the only remnants of last night being the warmth that presses insistently into Shito's chest.
OHHH GEEZ. That's right, FEAR IT. Another crapola story from Penn! ZOMG! (scream)
Hahaha. Okay, yeah, so this sucks. But hey, there's always next time.
(sigh)
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