Walls of text and dialogue peeps :3

I'm currently out of fillers for BTL 2 so… I just continue this until I run out as well.

I have to put a warning up again. Dio's way of thinking is currently influenced by what he experienced. His mind is playing tricks on him. So, don't hate on Dio for thinking things that aren't true. He doesn't know at that point.

Also… surprise entering of someone :3…. Whoever read BTL or the SML-comic knows it who it is… if you haven't read them, don't worry :3

Enjoy :3


Getting used to Kanavan or Aernas in general wasn't easy for Zero. For the most part it were telephones and cars that confused him greatly. He actually liked television and radios but they all had so many buttons that most of the time he didn't know what they were for. Lass had explained most of these things to Zero. The assassins had gotten used to this quite fast. He moved into an apartment and told Zero to do so as well once he got a job.

'Change is supposed to happen. All you can do it dealing with it and never look back.' Lass had told him.

Lass visited them twice a week to help with things, he also occasionally brought food over. Zero and Dio both told him that they didn't eat but soon they noticed that this was probably inevitable now. There was no one close to them that gave off enough energy and they couldn't hunt souls. Eventually they gave in and tried the food. It tasted as bad as expected, but at least it helped getting energy back. Zero had never thought that this would actually work, but while Dio only felt sick for some time and got used to it after a while, Zero always felt like he was going to just lose the food on the carpet after he had eaten it. They now had to use the body functions they usually didn't have to use as well. It was an awkward situation.

Dio was looking at him from the couch he was lying on. The silver haired demon hadn't spoken much lately. It bugged Dio and forced him to think about what happened in Elyos. It was hard getting used to this for him. Having no wings anymore was one thing, but being unable to even walk right now was something that made him upset. He knew that the wound would heal with enough time, but he wasn't sure how much this had damaged his back. Losing the wings meant death to a demon, and if not they should have been crippled. Dio wasn't sure if he would ever be able to walk again. Yes he felt his body and he could move, but the pain was too much to cear. Usually he played injures off with a smile. Even the loss of his arm hadn't bugged him this much. Yes it annoyed him, but he got used to it quite fast. It wasn't that he could use his rake hand for many things other than fighting anyway. He still dreamed about the fire sometimes, but he tried to not think about this. It had happened. There was no use to cry over it. It was the same with his wings, but this was a much bigger injury. Not only to his body, but to his core. He had never felt so helpless and undesired before. Zero tried his best to make Dio believe that he was still beautiful but the former chieftain knew that Zero had liked the wings...

"Dio, are you in pain?" Zero asked out of the blue.

Dio needed a second to understand. He had been staring at Zero for quite a while and was crying again. The pain was still present but because of the magical items called 'painkillers' it was bearable.

"Not really… I was just thinking…" the taller demon muttered, forcing himself to listen to the soft music that was playing in the background.

It was music he had never heard before, but it was able to make him focus on something else. This living-room made him crazy. He hadn't seen anything else in the last two weeks. Sometimes the bathroom or the kitchen, but he didn't know how it looked outside. All he knew was what Zero had told him. That was, apart from the year they had now, not a lot. They went almost six hundred years into the future. Dio wasn't thrilled about it.

"Lass told me that it would be better if we moved somewhere else." Zero silently said, gently interrupting Dio's train of thoughts.

Dio seemed shocked for a moment. "I… I can't even stand and… you want to move?"

Zero got down on his knees and crawled over to Dio to kiss his cheek. "Once you are able to move enough. I have to find work first… As monsters do not exist anymore I cannot make money with missions."

Dio rubbed his head against Zeros and sighed. "You could just leave me here… I am only a burden to you."

Zero's expression changed for a second. He looked angry. "I will not leave you permanently." He said firmly.

The taller demon forced a smile on his lips hoping it would fool the silver haired demon. But of course it didn't.

"Can I leave you for an hour? I will see if anyone would want to hire me…"

Dio nodded. "I love you, Zero…" He whispered.

Zero captured Dio's lips. "I love you as well."

Zero wasn't sure how to do this. He knew he could just go into a restaurant and ask if they needed a helper, but he didn't know how to serve food. It was what Lass was doing. It was some sort of Tavern, but Zero had never been to it. He kept wandering around until he reached the bookstore he usually passed when he went for a short walk to clear his head. He thought that he always liked books and that maybe he would find a nice person who would hire him here.

As he went in the familiar smell of old books greeted him. He closed his eyes for a moment and imagined that he was back in his room in the castle in Kanavan. It was almost the same. A moment later he opened his eyes again and looked around. The amount of books was overwhelming. It was like a library.

"Can I help you, sir?" an orange-red haired woman asked him. She had pale green eyes and freckles all over her face.

"…I was wondering if you might need someone who helped out…" Zero muttered. He felt awkward at this. He had never needed to apply for anything. Since he was created everything was chosen without him having anything to say about it. But now?

The woman tilted her head and nodded. "I take you to the boss." She told him and led the way.

Zero followed her past shelves filled over and over with books to a small area were two doors were placed. One had a picture with a man and a woman on then, on the other was a picture saying "Private". The woman opened this door.

"Mister Sieghart, there is someone that wants to have my job."

Zero actually was surprised. He thought that it might have been just someone with the same name but when the black haired man appeared from behind a wall Zero shook his head in disbelief.

"Zero?!" the immortal yelled, probably as surprised as the demon himself.

"You know each other?" The woman asked, but left the room without wanting to hear the answer.

"What a coincidence…" Sieghart muttered. "What made you get here after all this time? Did Dio dump you?"

"No. I was merely looking for work."

"So you came in here after seeing my name on the sign outside?"

Zero didn't even see that there was a name on that sign. He never paid attention to it. "I need to work."

"Money, huh?"

"Lass is currently paying for our apartment… I do not like this."

Sieghart shrugged. "I can use some more workers. Better someone I know than people who'd ruin all the books."

"Your books filled with inappropriate material I assume."

"How'd you know?!"

"You always collected these things."

Sieghart rolled his eyes and kept talking about things Zero didn't understand. Apparently he needed to get a license to be able to work. Also he had to have some sort of identification. Sieghart promised to take care of this for him and Dio. Zero would be able to work in the bookstore once he got all this stuff settled.


About a month later Zero was finally able to work in the bookstore. He had told Dio about what Sieghart had said to him. Dio was a little surprised to hear that Sieghart was still living in Kanavan. Zero had given him some of the cards he had been talking about. Dio wasn't sure what they were but Zero made it very clear that he had to keep them.

Zero was just sorting a bunch pf books into shelves when Sieghart called him over to his desk. The silver haired demon put the last books quickly to their place and went over to the immortal. There was a big book on the table. It's cover was made of leather and it looked quite worn.

"What is this?" Zero asked. He liked old books, but this one was too big and too old to be a book to be sold.

"Ever since that fire happened I kept some sort of… journal. I put everything I knew in there." The immortal sighed deeply and opened the book.

Every page was filled with neatly written texts and dates, profiles of the chasers, information about Kanavan, the castles. The black haired man had put old mission scrolls in there as well.

"I thought, now that you are back, you could help me filling this book with more things."

"For what reason?" Zero asked. He didn't mean to sound rude, but he didn't understand the point of doing such a thing.

"I don't know… I started this centuries ago after another failed attempt to kill myself… It helped forgetting some things so I kept writing into it… But there is still a lot of space and I'd like to fill it with more things. To bad photographs weren't that common back then… it would be so great to have pictures in there too…"

"Did you not try to draw them yourself?" Zero asked.

Sieghart chuckled. "I did. But I can't exactly draw. All I ever could do neatly was writing."

The immortal played around with a pencil, then handed it over to Zero. The demon refused to take it.

"Come on, it can't be worse than what I tried."

"I am not sure about this…" Zero muttered. "I never tried to draw anything."

Sieghart shoved a sheet of paper over to the silver haired demon and shrugged.

"What am I supposed to draw?" Zero asked.

"What you want. Stickmen… you making out with Dio… although… I'd rather not see that."

Zero shook his head and took the pencil. The moment it touched the paper it felt like his mind was filled with images. A lot of images. So many things he wanted to show, to tell. Things he could not talk to Dio about. It frightened him and he let go of the pencil. Sieghart looked at him when the pencil clattered to the ground.

"Whoah… what's that?" he asked.

Zero frowned when he looked at the paper. Without realizing it he had recreated the scene he had witnessed in Elyos a few weeks ago. Dio sitting on the ground, covered in blood and tears. It was rough, Sieghart probably didn't even see the meaning in it, but Zero saw a memory in every pencil stroke.

"Do you want Dio do get killed or what?" Sieghart asked as he took the edge of the paper and wanted to take it.

Zero slammed his hands on the sketch and ripped it apart. "Do not say this ever again." Zero firmly said.

Sieghart shrugged. Zero was creepy when he was so serious. "Then what was that supposed to mean?"

"An image of a nightmare." Zero lied. "This was not a good attempt. Please do not ask me to draw again."

The immortal rolled his eyes. "Fine. It's past your time, you should go home. Your lazy Diva probably waits for you." He joked as the put his feet and the table and leaned back in his chair. It was an act of balance. One wrong move and he would fall down.

The glare Zero gave him was enough to make him lose balance. He rubbed his head and cursed.

"Darn demons…"

"Do not speak about Dio like this."

"I actually meant you, idiot." Sieghart shook his head and pointed towards a pile of books.

"I can't use them anymore, of you want you can take them."

Zero quickly inspected the books. He would find something interesting in them even if they just acted as shelves for something else.

He was feeling tired when he finally reached the apartment. It had started to rain the moment he entered the building. Luck seemed to be on his side today. But until he had spoken to Dio he couldn't be sure about this. Dio had changed. He wasn't asking for anything, didn't want to talk even.

"I am home." Zero announced when he entered the apartment. He put the books and his sunglasses on a cabinet in the hallway, and headed for the living room. Dio was as usual, curled up in a blanket and lying on the couch.

"You came back?" Dio asked silently when Zero entered the living room.

The silverhaired demon was irritated at this question. It sounded like he didn't want his lover to return.

"Of course. Why would I not?"

Dio looked at him with his tearfilled eyes. "I ruined everything… wouldn't it be better to just leave me?"

Zero sat down on the couch and gently touched Dio's cheeks. "That is not true." He told him.

Dio turned his head away from the touch and glared at the small glass table in front of the couch, tears running freely.

"Kill me… I don't want to rely on you anymore…"

Zero flinched as if someone had pinched his ears. He wasn't sure why Dio would say something like this.

"How can you even think about asking me to end your life?" Zero muttered, not able to find a proper reply.

Dio sat up in a swift movement. Because of the painkillers he was able to ignore the pain in his back.

"Look at me! You can you love a cripple?! You deserve someone better than me!" He yelled.

Zero immediately shook his head and embraced the taller demon. "I do not want to lose you, Dio… I cannot imagine continuing a life without you. It may be selfish, but I do not think I could live one second knowing you would not be there anymore…"

Dio started sobbing into Zero's shirt, trying to find comfort in the embrace. He wanted to feel Zero. But he wasn't sure if Zero would look at him like he used to. Perhaps he was disgusted and just able to mask it very well? Zero was a master in hiding emotions. Even right now. Dio knew his lover was hiding something.