Thank you, again, for all of your reviews! Gives out candy again. This chapter was reeeeeally hard to write. I tried by best, so I hope it isn't too confusing. It might take me a little while to get the next chapter up, 'cause I have a great idea for it, but I don't know how to put it into words. Actually, one thing that gives me inspiration is yaoi/shonen-ai pics of this couple. If anyone has a good site, please give it to me. Thank you! And enjoy this chapter!!
I love you...
I love you...
I love you...
Those three words kept echoing in Tres's head, as he searched around on the 2nd floor. Those three words had some meaning to them, but as of what meaning they were...Tres had no idea.
"...Maybe I am the one that isn't operating correctly." said Tres. Then, another weird emotion sprang up inside of him that he didn't recognize. He felt that what he said wasn't the truth. That he was lying to himself. Shaking off the feeling irritably, he continued downstairs to search for medicine.
"Still...what is this feeling? I could not answer Father Nightroad back." said Tres, to himself, "These emotions...they are unfamiliar. Emotions...human...emotion..."
Tres stopped walking and stood in the lobby. Human emotions...he didn't understand them, but yet, on some rare occasions (like now) he felt them. He was an android built as the ultimate killing machine, made to follow any order given. He wasn't socially adept, so he rarely got to analyze emotions and store them in his memory. Still...he wanted to learn. He wanted to learn how to deal with the new emotions and how to portray them properly.
"Father Nightroad..." muttered Tres. Another emotion bubbled up inside him and he turned around and went up the stairs. He went to the third floor and stopped in front of Abel's room.
What am I doing? thought Tres, Father Nightroad needs to rest so he can recover. Yet...this feeling...I have to see him. With that in mind, Tres opened the door slowly and peeked in.
Abel was still asleep, lying on his back, sprawled out. He had kicked some of the covers off of him and one leg was hanging off of the bed. He was snoring slightly and a little bit of drool was dripping out of the corner of his mouth. A warm feeling engulfed Tres and he felt himself smile a little.
"Tres-kun, I love you..."
"Father Nightroad was feverish when he had said that, so it could've just been out of delirium." said Tres, quietly, as to not wake up the sleeping Kresnik, "However...if it was, why are those words having such a big effect on me...?"
Tres stood in the doorway for a little bit before going over to Abel. He looked down at him and analyzed the situation. When he was done, he crouched down and pushed Abel's leg back onto the bed. Then, gently as to not wake him, Tres moved Abel a little, so he could get back under the covers. While holding him close, Tres noted that Abel's temperature was slightly better than the last time he checked. He then carefully set Abel back down on the bed and tucked him in. Tres looked at him, his eyes soft. Then, he turned around and headed for the door again, to complete his mission of finding medicine.
"Mmm..."
Tres stopped dead in his tracks, as he heard Father Nightroad stir. Slowly, he turned around and saw the Kresnik's bright blue eyes staring into his brown ones.
"Ah...Tres-kun..." muttered Abel, smiling a little. His eyes weren't focused at all, which led Tres to the idea that he was half-asleep, "Something wrong...?"
"Negative." stated Tres, "It is nothing. Get some rest so you can become operational again."
"'Kay, 'kay..." said Abel, dreamily. He closed his eyes and drifted back off to sleep.
Tres stared at him for a minute, before leaving Abel's room and closing his door.
"I shall analyze this emotion more later..." said Tres. He walked back downstairs and continued searching for medicine.