Hello my dearest readers! This I'm my first fanfic for the Lorein Legacies. I write about TMI but I finished The Rise of Nine and I have to wait to read The Fall of Five cause someone checked it out and I have to wait till they turn it in. I'm a fast reader it took me to days to read I'm number four, 2 for The Power of Six, and 1 for The Rise of Nine.

I'm a John/four x six shipper. But I'm curious about Nine and Six. And I liked the ending of The Rise of nine. "It's nice to officially meet you, sweetheart." I'm curious of what happens next. So let my mind wonder and Tough Love was born.

This is a Nine x six fanfic.

Please read: This is set two weeks after The rise of nine, but I'm not following The Fall of Five. I'm thinking of making up my own five. Not sure yet. John and Sarah broke up and she left. He broke up with her so she wouldn't be in danger blah, blah, blah.

I do not own the unique characters or the Lorein Legacies. Pittacus Lore does.

EDIT: I rewrote this story because it was shitty writing. I kept the same sort of writing style so it wouldn't be so different from before. Still no my best work but better than the previous thing.

Chapter 1

Six's POV

I rolled off bed. It was three in the morning and I couldn't sleep. Moving my dyed hair out of my eyes, I sighed in resignation, knowing there was no way I was going to fall asleep any time soon. Quietly padding out of my room, I gaze around the empty hallway before continuing down to the kitchen. I grab a bottle of water before heading off to the equipped training room, I sleeping was off the table, relieving some stress through some punches was the next best thing. I opened the door to the lecture hall,, the lights were on, but there was no one there. Someone must have forgotten to turn them off before bed. There were two punching bags hanging in the middle of the room, perfect.

I gave the punching bag a tentative blow and instantly felt wight shift off my shoulders. The smart thing would have been to put on a pair of gloves, but after the first punch I couldn't stop. The more I punched the sandbag, the more worked up my body became. Punch after punch, sounds and all surroundings blocked out as I took my frustration out.

My anger and frustration didn't allow my stamina to die down for several long minutes –perhaps half an hour. Never growing tired, I had just pushed on, assaulting the punching bag as if it were an ugly Mog. Sand poured out of the bag, leaving it useless for further assault. It was only wan I unhooked the bag that I realized my knuckles were bleeding. The adrenaline in my veins must have been blocking out the pain, instead of attending it bruised cuts, I moved into the next bag.

It occurred to me that if I exhausted myself, perhaps I would fall asleep without protest. I began aiming loaded punches, one after the other without restraint. I imagined Setrákus Ra and punched bag harder. The bag fell off the hook the floor, sand pouring out of it. My knuckles were bleeding more than before, dipping into the floor. was leaving a mess in the floor. I used my telekinesis to summon a towel from the rack and wrapped it around my bloody some water into the towel, I washed the blood off my hands.

I wave of exhaustion flowed through me, all finally piling down. Dropping down on the gym padded mats, I let myself fall back and closed my eyes. I laid there, my eyes closed for a minute until something dropped next to me.

Instinct kicked in, I shoved whoever the hell was attacking me off and rolled on top, wrists pinned down to the ground.

"If you wanted to be in that position you could have just asked, sweetheart." Nine grinned up at me.

"Idiot," I smacked him in the head. "What the heck were you thinking? And what the heck are you doing here?" I demanded defensively.

"I live here," he said nonchalantly. "And I was tired of being up there," he motioned his head to the roof.

"How long were you there?" I asked.

"I was here before you, you didn't see me because I was in the roof." He grinned. "Not that I'm complaining, but are you gonna stay on top of me or what?" He smirked.

I felt a slight blush of embarrassment color my cheeks and immediately rolled off Nine.

"Your hands were bleeding," Nine drawls.

I look down at my knuckles to find them all healed up. "I'm good."

Nine gave me sideways glance and laid back into the matts. He crossed his arms under his head, gaze remaining on me.

"Why did you come here?" He asked, glancing at the ceiling.

"Couldn't sleep," I said nonchalantly. "And you?"

"Same," he said. He wasn't acting like a conceited jerk for once.

He patted the spot next to him, I arched my eyebrows. Rolling his eyes he took action and dragged me down next to him. I smacked him across the chest but did not move away, the exhaustion taking over me.

Next morning

Nine's POV

I woke up pressed against a slender and warm body. A pleasant, soft smell of vanilla invading my nostrils. I opened my eyes and took the scene before me. One of my arms was around Six's waist, and the other in her hair. She was sound asleep, looking rather peaceful. I blinked, staring at her vulnerable state, she always seems to guarded. She's hot... and smells like vanilla, interesting. I slowly moved my hands off her. Thank Lorein I woke up before her. If she had seen my hands on her they wouldn't be connected to my body. When did I put my hands on her anyways?

I briefly remember we were lying down talking. Then she fell asleep and apparently I did too. I probably got closer to her in my sleep.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I could hear the others in the living room and kitchen. I should wake up Six before the others find us in such compromising position.

"Six," I whispered. I shook six's shoulder. Bad choice. She punched me straight in the nose before I could even move a muscle. "Ow." I clutched at my nose, blood pouring out immediately.

"What the –" She yelled. She was already in her feet. "Oh..." she looked at me, eyes squinting in confusion before realization dawned on and she started laughing hysterically.

"What in the name of Lorein..." Eight trailed off. Everyone was at the door, looking from Six to me. Six was still laughing her pretty ass off.

"Shut up," I yelled. She looked at me again as laughed harder.

"What happened?" John asked.

"He-he thought it was a—a good idea to wake me up by shaking me, and I–I punched him," Six manage to say between laughter. Marina was giggling, just as Ella, Eight was laughing and John was shaking his head a grin on his face. I hadn't seen turn a smile since he broke up with Sarah and she left. But I did not like the fact that he was smiling because of this, he was laughing at me. Marina made her way towards me and brought her hands up to my nose, I felt the icy feeling of her touch as it healed.

I got up and walked out, glaring at everyone.

Six's POV

After breakfast we all decided to train in the lecture hall as we had nothing better to do, it was becoming a routine. We went on for two or more hours until we opted to take a break. Marina, Ella, and I were sitting with our backs against the wall. John was lying down. Nine and Eight were joking around.

"I bet I can teleport faster than you can run," Eight said grinning.

"You wish." Nine snorted.

"Let's make a bet. If I can teleport faster than you can run from an end of the room to the other you will do anything I say for the rest of the week."

"And if I win?" Nine asked.

"I'll do whatever you want for the rest of the week." I put my bet on Eight, rooting for him to win. If he does it will hurt Nine's ego, he will be busy doing whatever Eight wants and won't have time to annoy me as usually tends to do.

"Okay, just don't cry when I win." I rolled my eyes at Nine's bragging. Both boys went to stand at an end of the room and get ready.

"Ella could you do us the favor?" Eight asked. Ella nodded and stood up. John was still in the floor but he had his head turned to the boys to watch the show.

"Get set. Ready. GO!"Ella yelled. Nine ran faster than any of us. Eight teleported to the middle. Nine ran past him. Eight teleported again, this time to the other end of the room, winning. Nine was there three seconds later. (AN: picture a enormous training room)

"And I win." Eight announced raising his hands up. John shook his head, a small smile paying at his lips. Marina was smiling at Eight, happily.

"What do you want?" Asked Nine, arms crossed in his chest.

"Easy. I want you to be glued too Six for the rest of the week."Eight posed.

"WHAT?!" Nine and I shouted. John sat up.

"You heard me," said Eight, "you have to go everywhere with her. You two have to be glued."

"No way. He wouldn't live. I will probably kill him."

"You guys will get along." Marina said

.

"You too?"

"You have to do it Nine." Eight said.

"Fine," Nine said. John was looking at me like... I don't know.

"Ugh!" I ran my hand through my hair. "I hate you Eight. I thought we were friends."

"You don't. I'm doing this for you two. At the end of the week you two will get along and will not fight for everything."

I got up and left the room, striding all the way to my room, closing the door behind me and jumping in bed. The door opened a minute later, John walked in and sat down next to me. I looked at his eyes and saw something I couldn't describe.

"Are you okay?" He asked, toying with my hair. I nodded. He smiled at me and we stayed in a comfortable silence. "Just try not to kill him."

"I'll try, but I make no promises." He chuckled at my response.

"Eight said he just wants you two to get along," he said.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes.

John sighed, standing up, he leaned down and kissed my cheek before walking out walked out. I blinked, a million thoughts and suspicions racing through my head. The door opened again, this time, she sneered at her visitor.

"So what do you want to do sweetheart?" Nine jumped besides me.

"Fuck you."

"So soon? I thought you were the kind that didn't fuck before the third date." He said bluntly, making himself comfortable in my bed.

"Shut up! And get off my bed," I snapped, though it was not really my bed, this was his stupid penthouse after all.

"Nah, I'm good here. I don't like to lie on the hard floor." He pulled the comforter over us. "I only slept an hour, I'm tired so shush." He closed his eyes.

Too short but is the first chapter. EDIT: The rewrite actually made this way longer than it used to be.

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