AN: Ugh. This one is not NEARLY good enough. I finished at 2:48 AM so i'm sorry if my lovely readers hate this, hate me and hate my sould for writting horribly. I have NEVER written for Boris before. I'm so sorry. To tell the truth, I almost abandoned this story, but I looked through all my reviews and I felt appriciated and so I decided to not abandon it. I should get a cookie for that.
Boris
"Don't be mad, Alice..."
I forced a timid smile. I had been in this situation so many times before, I had lost count. No matter how much I tried, I always ended up getting hurt. She told me that I should stop bothering the guards at the castle of heartsinstead of just trying to avoid getting hurt in the process. I just waved her advice away with a grin and said I'd be fine. And I was, as far as I'm concerned.
But the look on her face when she saw me cut up and scratched was so foreign to me. It reminded me again that she thought differently about life than the others did. It was valuable to her. She cared about everyone. She cared about me.
She sighed sadly and started bandaging my arm. "I'm not mad, Boris. I just wish you'd stop getting yourelf hurt. It really worries me."
My ears drooped sadly and I looked at the ground. "I know...I'm sorry..." I fidgeted as little as possible as she finished patching me up. I looked up at her and saw that same look on her face. The worry in her eyes was almost contagious. But if I looked closer I noticed that it wasn't worry there.
It was one thing I craved above most others but never understood.
Care.
I tried to understand it, but I couldn't get why someone like Alice, someone as sweet and kind and beautiful like Alice, would care so much about the replaceable. I tried to think what it would be like if Alice was the one getting hurt on a daily basis. I didn't like how upset it made me feel. I knew if anyone ever touched Alice, they would have to have a chat with the barrel of my gun.
I couldn't bring myself to think about losing her. I only wanted her to be safe. I wanted her to be happy. And she seemed happy when I was ok.
I smiled sadly. I had to convince her I was ok somehow. And what better way to do so then- I rose to my feet, wrapped my arms around her, pulled her close and pressed my lips to her's. I had wanted to kiss Alice for a long time and as the kiss ended, I was glad I had done it now.
I grinned down at her and watched as her face tinted red. I rested my forehead against her's and kissted her nose affectionatly. "I love you, Alice."
And I finally realize how much I care.