Zancrow Oneshot

_ walked through the long halls of the Grimoire Hearts' airship, trying to find her room. She had been part of the guild for 3 months and still couldn't get over the maze. After a few minuted _ gave up and just opened a random door and falling on the bed. If it was someone else's room they'll just have to move her out themselves. She was tired and wanted to rest. _ had just gotten back from a long, hard mission. She had cuts and bruises everywhere. Legs, back, arms, stomach.

"Oi, _-chaan, what the hell are you doing in here?" The sadistic voice of the God Slayer went through _'s head. Shit, anyone's room. it could've been anyones. She thought to herself. She sighed into the pillow, realizing the smell of the spiky haired boy.

"How could I have missed that?" She muttered.

"Huh? What are you mumbling about?" Zancrow came over and lifted _ by the back of her shirt.

"You're smell. I'm surprised I didn't notice how this room reeks of God Slayer. Maybe I'm just tired." _ muttered and Zancrow let her go, making her flop back onto the bed. She didn't mind, because her face was a bit flushed already. Through her time in Grimoire Hearts she had developed a small crush on Zancrow.

"Do I smell that bad?" He asked, mock offense in his voice.

"No. God doesn't smell half bad." She mumbled again.

"Oh? So you finally admit that I am a God?" Zancrow leaned over her threateningly. _ felt a shiver run down her spine at the tone of his voice.

"N-no. I meant as in God Slayer. You're no God." _ gave out a light laugh. Zancrow frowned in frustration and yanked her up again.

"Why are you in my room exactly?" He asked, smirking.

"Can't find mine. Tired. Bruised. First room I saw." She curled up against the pillow on the bed, ignoring the blonde boy. He furrowed his eyebrows. Annoyed by her teasing him. He stared at her and his eyes drifted along her body. He smirked at his own thoughts. He brought his head down and sniffed her hair.

"What the hell are you doing?" _ asked casually. He smiled into her neck.

"You're in my room right?" He started. She nodded slightly.

"Yeah, so?" She sat up and leaned against the wall.

"The things in my room are my property, correct?" He smirked and leaned closer to her.

"I guess. . ." _ was trying to figure this out in her head.

"So, you're technically my property." Zancrow smirked and rested his head in the crook of her neck, while snaking his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. _'s face turned beet red at his movements, which she tried to cover up.

"Blushing now?" Zancrow moved his face closer, so she could feel his breath near her ear. _ froze up a little and gulped nervously.

"You're fine with that, right?" Zancrow didn't really ask, but it sounded like it. He tightened his grip on _. She squirmed a little bit, making him lean over more.

"Mm, s-sure." She stuttered, still red.

"Good." He said, smiling. _ relaxed for a minute until pain came from her shoulder.

"O-ow!" She noticed that Zancrow had bit her, HARD. Blood was coming from the mark, which he licked away lovingly. He kissed the new mark near my collar bone.

"What was that for?" _ asked harshly.

"To show that you're mine and only mine." He smirked, holding _ closer.