It's All for Him

Chapter 2

(A/N: Sorry if this chapter will be a little OOC, but I like to believe people change when they find the one for them. The phrase, "one for them," of course, I got from Chobits. Sorry. ^^" Christmas made me love-crazy!)

"Flaky, you're shaking."

The red porcupine named Flaky was shaking, because her boyfriend hadn't snapped out of his insane side yet. What was taking so long?

"Where's Flippy?" she asked the evil side of "Flippy," Fliqpy. "Why hasn't he come back yet? Why aren't you out slaughtering people?"

"Because I thought about it," the insane figure in front of the shivering girl sighed, "and I think that you are way too weak on your own. I see that you don't want me here, but that doesn't mean I'm going to just leave."

"So, why are you staying?" Flaky asked, a bit clueless to what was going on with the sadistic war vet. He actually seemed...calmer, as if he wasn't even insane. "Why do you even care about my weakness?"

"Because, well, I want to watch over you." Fliqpy stated, his voice loud and rough. "If you don't want me to give you one-hundred percent protection, then that's fine with me. I'll just be out to go visit your friends."

Flaky realized he was being serious. It wasn't a sick, morbid game that would keep her from seeing Flippy ever again, he really wanted to watch over her. Now, because she's so clueless, he's out to kill all of her friends. Or, even worse, tell them what they did last night. The girl couldn't stand the thought of her friends hating her because she fell for a killer and let him do...you-know-what to her. She ran up to Fliqpy and grabbed his belt. She, for a few seconds, thought about how tall he was. Nearly a giant compared to her.

"Wait." the girl muttered. "Don't go. I'm sorry, I want you here."

The psychopathic half of Flippy grinned, but it seemed a bit more cheery than usual. Flaky gave him a smile back, putting half of her heart into it. This whole, "I'll protect you" thing seems like it won't live long, depending on how Fliqpy was planning on going about it. He then, in a strange happy tone, asked if Flaky wanted to go to the market.

"Why?" she asked, letting Fliqpy put his shirt on. "We don't need to."

"Yes, we do," the killer answered, his head poking out of the top of the shirt. "You're out of a lot of things. Milk, cereal, juice, and all that other stuff."

"But, I just bought some last week!" Flaky exclaimed, talking to both Fliqpy and herself. He began to pull on his boots. "How can I already be out?"

"You have mice." Fliqpy stated flatly. "They ate it all, and the milk spoiled because you left it out the other night. I threw it out when I got up this morning. It was horrible smelling, and I almost drank half the carton. I felt a chunk and slammed it into the trash bin."

"Oh, come on!" Flaky yelled, slapping her forehead. "Petunia was right, I can't buy everyone a present this year."

"What are you talking about?"

"Christmas," Flaky sighed, moving to her closet and selecting a baggy sweatshirt and a skirt that nearly reached her knees. "I was planning on buying everyone a gift. Apparently I can't do that if I need to buy so many things."

"Hey," Fliqpy barked, pointing to the window, "don't let everyone just see you naked. Get dressed quicker, or I'll cut you." He had stated it so simply, like making her bleed was such a trivial task. She didn't like it, how he was acting so suddenly. No one ever looks into her house, not even when she screams. They know how she is, scared of everything, because they don't know about her recent change. "Hurry, hurry! The store food won't be fresh for long."

"What about my budget?" Flaky asked, wondering how much everything would cost. The food, the bills, the exterminator. What would she have left for Christmas? Did she really think things through?

"What about it?" the green bear snapped roughly. He wasn't really one for mornings, but Flaky didn't know this. She wasn't considering it, either. "Just hurry up. I'll be downstairs waiting."

"Okay," Flaky mumbled, watching the war veteran stomp down the stairs. She stuck her tongue out at him when he was out of sight.

She sighed, wondering why he was being so rude. Maybe he was hungry, and that's why they were really going to the store. Maybe he just wanted to show her he'd really protect her like he'd promised before. Maybe...maybe he wanted to kill someone after all, and was using the store as an excuse to get out of the house to do it. She shook a bit with nervousness and anticipation. It somewhat excited her, seeing the blade of a knife gleam in the morning sun, to hear it slashing through flesh and splitting bone. She felt a heat between her legs. She also felt like a huge pervert, having a love for violence when not long ago she hated the thought of it. But, she'd never kill anyone herself. She never wanted to, no matter how arousing it was for her.

"Are you dressing?" Fliqpy shouted from the first level of her house. "Or do I have to come up there myself and dress you myself?"

"I'm getting dressed!" Flaky shouted. All she had to do was change panties, because she'd ruined her current pair. She was going to wear some lazy-day sweatpants, and not sit down. "Don't come up here!"

Downstairs, Fliqpy wondered why she didn't want him up there so badly so suddenly. Wasn't she comfortable enough around him now to let him see her naked? She's already hugged him while naked, so why is she so nervous about him seeing her get dressed? Much less dressing her. He smirked, thinking about surprising her by coming up anyway and riling her up, but thought better of it. He needed to show her he was a serious guy, and better than Flippy. He needed her to see him as more than a killer, and more as a lover. He needed her to see him as a whole. It was hard to explain to himself, and it was hard to make sure if he really wanted her to see him as any more than a bodyguard and even more than a boyfriend. But, that's the only way she's going to see him for quite a while. That's the only way he wants her to see him for now, but, then again, this whole, "I do know, I don't know" thing was getting very confusing, and he couldn't quite figure out what was on his mind. This, of course, was only because everything changed in one night with the fearful girl.

What had happened to his violent and feared attitude that he had had just a week ago, on his last "visit" to the world? What was different? What was making him act and feel this way? It couldn't be Flaky, she was just a plaything, he could drop her at any moment and go back to normal...sort of. He wasn't exactly influenced by her, she just somehow knew how to pull his heartstrings. She was a temptress and didn't know it and didn't mean it. How could she know? It was near impossible to know you're acting seductive when you're as innocent as Flaky.

It killed him when he saw the wet spot between his girlfriend's legs on her jeans as she sheepishly creaked down the stairs. "Let's go," her voice shakily says, and he begins to feel a heat between his legs. "F-fine," he chokes out, just wanting to leave the house before things get too intense.

This ought to be interesting, he thought, keeping his two thighs pressed together.

End of Chapter 2