A/N: ok so truth be told I havent done the art, but gettibg there! just not tonight. still gotta make the page for it and thanks to my 2 followers! glad to have you! sorry my message isnt better but im not good with words like that. but please tell me how im doing, and you can pm me i think i have that turned on, if not then please just let me know in the review, ill fix it tomorrow. the point of pming me is sometimes my idea box is broken and i cant think of ideas so just suggest things please and thank you so much.

Upon entering the living room Y sees she has a very simple taste. Probably because she was raised by many people so she didn't develop the same likes children develop from their guardians. She had a small, white couch with one black chair that was clearly hand-made but not in the bad way. There was a small wooden coffee table jn thd middle accented with a clear vase and a single purple rose. Her decor consisted of a few paintings she did herself, she signed the bottom cirner with an X that had two hearts.

"Youre good, how long you been painting?" he asked her as she disappears into what he assumed was a kitchen.

"I have been since I was 6. I started just finger painting like any other kid but I've always had a flare for creation," she says while she shuffles around then comes out as she finishes her sentence.

He nodded, "naturally. Young legends typically show much prowess in anything related to their own power." Y found a place on the wall to perch where he wouldnt disturb her decor and leaned back. X realized then that he was actually touching the ground which sparked her curiousity.

"Why do you hover outside?" she asked as she set a tray of tea on the coffee table and offered to pour him a cup but being who he was he wasn't one to take something that might make hin question his manhood.

She leans back with a cup of tea and saucer and patiently waits for him to answer her question. "Well, I am your opposite, which is death. I try not to kill things and tend not to but when I am stressed I suck the life out of things I am touching. Except you. You can replace it as quickly as I can take it from you," he responded.

She considers this then nods. She takes several long minutes where she did nothing but sip her tea. All the while he watched and admired her. He didn't think she would be so gorgeous. Staring at her now he realized how tight his pants were becoming so he looked away.

"Would you like to see your room?" she offered as she finished her tea and began to clean up hertray.

"If you don't mind. I have travelled a long ways and I am exhausted," he said as he pushed himself off the wallwall.

She nods as if knowing this much already. She takes her tea tray back in the kitchen where he can hear running water before she exits after drying her hands. She leads him to a hall way to the right of the living room and quickly stops at the first room to the left. "There's a bathroom across the hall if you need it," she said then pointed to a room next to his, "and that is my room if you need me. Please knock and wait for me to answer."

He nodded, "of coursecourse. Thank you and good night."

"You too sir," she smiled then disappeared in her room.

Y watched her door for a second or two before going into the spare room. He looked around not expecting much and wasn't even surprised. Everything in the room was hand made by the villagers he assumed because he wasn't sure if he liked the idea of being near a woman who knew how to use a knife so well.

The blanket was hand stitched and a deep shade of red with matching pillow cases. He thought the color choice was strange but shook it off as he strips to his boxers then lays down on the bed and pulls the cover over himself. He fell into a deep sleep not long after.

In the morning he awoke to the light shining on his perfect face. He sighed and got up so he could get dressed again. He put on his black pants first followed by his red shirt and black and red trench coat. He walked out of the room and shut the door behind him as he did. He went into the living room but didn't see X anywhere. He could smell something in the kitchen so he went in to investigate.

The kitchen had one 3 foot walk way and was no more than 6 feet long, give or take. On the right was the fridge and several counters. Cabinets lined both sides and everything was brown except for the walls and the fridge both of which were white. He scanned the counters and realized she had laid out a small breakfast of eggs and bacon.

He went to her living room since he didn'tsee a dining room and ate carefully so he didn't make a mess. When he was finished he brought the plate back to the kitchen and washed it in the sink. He figured out where her dishes were so he could put it away. Then he went outside to look for her. Now he wasn't about to go into town just to find this girl just so no one discovers he's here. Those two guys he saw yesterday seemed to be a bit religious even if this entire village was not, they gave him this vibe.

As soon as he came outside he found her in the garden again picking through what he thought was flower bushes. Once he got closer he realized they were actually berry bushes but they were only just budding. He watched her curiously as she tended to the plants one at a time. She even sang a light tune to herself as she worked.

X was curious if Y was awake so she decided to take a break just at that moment. As she finished with the plant she stood and started walking as she was turning around and smacked into his chest which shocked Y but he was able to catch her before she fell to the ground.

A/N: still developing my direction but i havent uploaded in what 2 days? so i figured it was due and luckily i was already writing this chapter. so reviews please and suggestions are still accepted!