Hi! I'm back with another Huntik fic! XD It's horrible! Yeah, an attempt by me to write a happy story to make up for killing Shinn, Luna, Road and Allen. (Yup! 4 people!) Anyway, try to enjoy it, okay?
Disclaimer: As if. Do I still need to say it?
There was a thunderstorm. Dante Vale sat comfortably on his sofa, sipping a cup of hot cocoa.
Knock, knock
Puzzled as to who would be out in a thunderstorm, he opened to door. To his own surprise, a very pissed Zhalia stood in the doorway, completely drenched so that her clothes stuck to her skin. Dante flushed a little.
"Are you going to invite me in or am I just going to stand here in the freezing rain while you stare?"
Dante blinked.
"Oh! Sorry! Come on in."
Zhalia sighed and shook her head as she walked in.
"What were you doing out in a thunderstorm?"
No answer.
"Zhalia?"
After shutting the door, Dante found Zhalia sitting on the sofa, staring intently at his cocoa.
"Why are you staring at my cocoa? Do you want some?"
It was Zhalia's turn to blink.
"No."
Dante shrugged and took a seat beside her.
"Let me ask you again – "
"Can I sleep over?" Zhalia interrupted.
Dante smiled.
"Of course. You can't exactly walk back in the weather, can you?"
Zhalia smiled, something which was pretty rare.
"Guess not."
"Is the sofa okay?"
Zhalia nodded.
"Much better than my bed at home."
Dante laughed.
"Do you want some dry clothes to change into?"
Zhalia raised an eyebrow.
"No, I can sleep in my wet clothes and catch pneumonia and die."
Dante laughed.
"Always with the sarcasm. Come on, follow me."
Zhalia followed. Dante's room, she noted, was messier than hers back home.
Zhalia changed into the fresh set of clothes given to her. Dante smiled.
"Are you sleepy?"
"Not really…"
"Then you wouldn't mind if I watched the telly?"
"Be my guest. This is your house, not mine, remember?"
Dante laughed.
"Right."
They headed back to the sofa. There was some variety show going on. To be honest, Zhalia didn't really care. She sat down beside Dante and less than ten minutes later, she was fast asleep.
Dante smiled and switched off the television, covering Zhalia with a blanket.
He made to creep away but Zhalia, half-conscious, grabbed his arm.
"Stay… with me. Please…"
Dante sat down on the floor and stroked her hair.
"Why?"
"I'm… scared…"
Dante laughed a little. He had to know what could scare the great Zhalia Moon.
"Of what?"
Zhalia whimpered in her sleep.
She muttered something so softly, Dante nearly did not hear it.
Thunder…