Chapter Two: Love and Fear, they know both

After two grueling hours of stitches and blood the young couple sat in their tiny bathroom, exhausted. At least their "patient" hadn't been hard to deal with. The only thing he'd asked was that they cleanse their hands before touching him, which they did with haste.

Victorique was currently cleaning Kujo's hands of blood, which were trembling.

She stopped and sighed, "Is it the blood, Kujo?"

He nodded his head, his eyes not meeting hers. Victorique's small hand dabbed his face, another spot of crimson disappearing under her caring hands. She set the cloth down, taking his cleaned hands in hers.

"I waited for you, for a long time," she started. Kujo knew she'd waited. He was the same, his mind only thinking when he could get back to her.

"Have you changed, Kujo?" she asked, her eyes seeming to brim with tears. His thumb trailed over her tear, his other hand tilting her chin up. Victorique searched his dark eyes, finding one thing: love.

"Nothings changed, except one thing," Kujo hinted, his words soft but playful. Their lips were centimeters apart, Victorique's face full of pink. His hot breath gave her chills, they traveled down her spine, the vulnerable girl holding back a gasp.

Her voice was breathless, "O-one thing?" Victorique questioned. For what seemed like the first ever, Kujo knew something she didn't.

"How much more I love you," Kujo answered, bringing his eager lips down to her nervous ones.

The duo exited the bathroom some time later (the concept of time escaping their minds during their "activity") to find the patched up man fast asleep on the love-seat.

"You go get dressed, I'll look after him," Kujo said, she nodded, a blush still present on her cheeks. Kujo sat down heavily in the wooden chair. It had been a long morning to say the least and in the end he never took two steps out the door. Kujo chuckled. Did Victorique have fate itself wrapped around her beautiful little finger? After all, a man just happened to be splayed over his doorstep just as he was about to leave. He looked down to see that the mans eyes had opened and were studying him quite intently. With a small cry he jumped back, landing hard on the wooden floor. He heard Victorique's small feet running down the hallway, a call of, "Kujo?! Kujo are you okay?!" accompanying them.

"I apologize, I didn't mean to frighten you, are you alright?" the man asked, a look of genuine concern on his face.

"Uh-no im fine sir, thank you," Kujo replied, getting to his feet with the help of Victorique. The man sat up, "And to whom do I owe my gracious thanks to?" his voice was polite but warm like one of Mrs. Lawlette's pie's(a quite extraordinary baker in the town of Chaos.)

Kujo held out his hand, "Im Kazuya Kujo, this is Victorique De Blois."

The man took the outstretched hand, "Im Phillip Centerworth, the music man."

*AUTHORS NOTE*

Im really really sorry about not uploading super fast! Some things got in the way and gah! Anyways, just wanted to address a couple things. One, Kujo and Victorique are not married, in case you couldn't already tell. And two, this story is probably not going to have a lot of mystery simply because I want to focus more on the relationship between the two. But other than that, thats all I have to say! I hope you enjoyed it and if ya wanna leave a review or send me a message! The next upload will be within the next two days! Cheers!