Love Bites
He was tired. So very tired.
He had just returned from an unusually long mission, though it originally was supposed to be a quick – go in, defeat an akuma or two, and get out. However, two turned into ten, which gradually became forty.
Krory was so tired, even his teeth ached with fatigue. When he reported back to Komui at headquarters, he had received a lighthearted, "Oh well, at least you made it back safely."
Honestly, that man couldn't get any more infuriating.
Now that he was left alone, in the cafeteria, with just his thoughts, Krory slowly fell deeper and deeper into the abyss of his subconscious until he was almost completely consumed. But a familiar voice broke through as he heard his name being called.
"…ory? Krory?" He looked up wearily as Jerry smiled down at him, his eyes filled with a soft twinkle, "You going to eat that or just let it sit?"
Krory looked down at his plate, and realized that he hadn't taken a single bite of the food so kindly prepared for him by Jerry. Worried that he had offended the kind chef, he quickly found his way to the floor in a low bow.
"Please forgive me! I don't know what's come over me! I—" A hand, with the faint smell of curry, quickly covered his mouth.
"It's alright, love; I didn't think you would be too hungry after your mission, anyways, seeing as how you had all that akuma blood. Why don't you go to your room and sleep it off? You sure look like you could use it."
Krory stared at Jerry for a moment before replying, "Right, well, thank you for your kindness. I think I could use a good rest."
"Sleep well, cutie." Krory blushed in embarrassment and quickly made his way out of the cafeteria. Jerry sighed and stared after him. "He's so adorable when he's flustered like that."
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Krory stood in front of his wardrobe, shirtless after his shower with his hair mussed up, a perplexed look on his face. He had been looking forward to wearing his favorite deep-v shirt the entire time while he was away, but it wasn't there. When he started working for the order, he learned pretty quickly that fighting akuma was very hard on fine silk. In fact, the last time he wore one out on a mission was when they met Lulu Bell. He had loaned his cloak to Lenalee to help keep her dry in the heavy rain. She looked so adorable huddled under it, and when she returned it later, it smelled of her, soft and fresh with a touch of coffee. She was a goddess, not only when it came to fighting, but also her beauty—
Krory shook his head. 'I mustn't think like of her like that,' he thought. 'Komui would kill me if he suspected anything. Even just talking to her might insure the wrath of the latest Sir Komulin.'
Little did he know how right he was, as off in the science department Komui frowned in his sleep.
A soft knock came from the door, Krory looked at it confused, 'Could it be Allen? Or, maybe, possibly Lavi trying to get him to participate in some sort of crazy scheme?' He opened the door slowly and was surprised at who he found there.
It was Lenalee. Instantly his face became flushed as he made a futile attempt to cover his shirtless torso with his arms. He saw her eyes flick from his messy hair, to his naked chest, then down to the floor as a pink flush spread across her cheeks. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, "I didn't mean to disturb you this late."
A/N: Hello All and welcome to my first story on this site! I'll only state it once but I don't own the characters. I merely used my love of writing to make them do what I want.
I hope you all enjoy my story, and I'll see you soon in chapter two!
~Vadsis