A/N: Okay so this is my first real one-shot so I will take constructive criticism with as much grace that can come of a person like me.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone. Though I wish I did T.T
Zero's POV
I don't know what to do. Everything I knew was taken from me that I refuse to let Kuran take her away from me too. It is just not fair. He has gotten everything he needed and wanted in life. I had nothing! Now I have her and I will not let her leave my side.
Sitting in my room thinking about a certain adopted sister, is really not helping my state of mind.
How many times have I hurt her? Just by this carnal need. I am a demon to her angel. Why? WHY? Why do I have to hurt her? Why does everything I do make her sad? I want to do something for her too.
A new resolution, I set out toward her room.
Yuuki's POV
AS someone knocked on my door I couldn't help but notice the time. You've got to be kidding me. "Hello?"
Zero's voice is heard from the other side. "Let me in Yuuki."
Grumbling I open the door. "Zero what's going on? It's 2 in the morning you know." I don't mean to be so rude but this is way too early even for me.
"We need to talk"
Those four words jolt me into full consciousness. Peering at him as he sits on my bed, I take a seat next to him. He just stares at me as I sit in my nightgown and curl up on the bed. Just what are you thinking about Zero…?
"Come closer"
I bite my lip as I scooch a bit closer. "Zero what's this all about?"
"Turn around Yuuki and just lean against me"
"But-" I don't finish my sentence as I'm flipped around and pulled to his chest. I didn't know he was this built. I think with a blush
"Just hush Yuuki. Relax." He places his hands on my shoulders and slower starts to make lazy rubbing motions. Kneading deep into my shoulder blades, getting rid of all the stress from my day. I start drifting back to sleep with this thought, Thank you Zero…
Zero's POV
I watch as she starts to doze from my ministrations. It seems to be taking the intended affect then. Does she enjoy it because of the massage? Or because they are my hands? She did blush earlier. I wonder what that could mean.
I keep rolling my hands into her shoulders, slowly drifting down her back to get all the knots. Soon she is lying in my lap fully asleep. I pull her up to rest her head on her own pillow and pull the covers under her chin. Her hair is spread around her head and she curls up tighter under the thick blankets covering her. Is she cold?
I try to move my hands away from her but a tug stops me. She looks up at me in a trance like me. Her hand around my wrist tightens as she suddenly pulls me onto the bed with her. She curls into my form as I wrap my arms around her. Lethargically, I wonder what the Headmaster will think if he find us in bed like this at dawn but I'm too tired to know or care. I drift into dreamland with an angel in my arms.