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SAiKOU!
It was so silent inside of the vehicle that Dustfinger swore that he was going insane. Keichi was at his side, holding onto his arm as if it could protect her from whatever danger came their way. He looked down at her, a sad smile spreading across his thin lips. She probably didn't remember coming from the book. Then again, who would want to remember? Would it have been better if he forgot where he came from? He then started to ponder his existence. He did feel pain and he did get hurt, but what would happen if he were to get cut? Would there be blood? Or was he only made of ink and paper, not even flesh and blood? He took her hand in his and squeezed it tightly as he thought through these things. Keichi looked up at Dustfinger and frowned, seeing the strain on his face. "D-Dustfinger…" she whispered lowly. She didn't even hear herself speaking. She was thankful that she caught his name earlier. He looked over at her and smiled slightly, removing his hand from hers to draw her closer to him. "I'm sorry…" he murmured in her ear, making sure that Basta didn't hear their conversation. He was paying too close attention to the road in front of him to see what was going on in the back.
Keichi looked up at him curiously. It was that adorable expression again. "What are you sorry for?" she said, her voice now barely above a whisper. She could have sworn that the temperature inside of the truck lowered to at least sixty degrees. She shivered, biting the inside of her lip to keep her teeth from chattering. She was caught by surprise when Dustfinger took off his leather cloak and wrapped it around her shoulders. He was wearing a thin black t-shirt which was tight against his chest. His thin but muscular arms kept her close so she would warm up. Keichi frowned, obviously enjoying each moment, but worried for Dustfinger. "Aren't you cold?" He looked down at her so lovingly that her heart fluttered wildly in her chest. "I could care less about me…it's you that I'm worried about…" he murmured softly. He looked outside at the forest, seeing buildings past the trees. They had to be at least an hour and a half drive away from the church. "I want you to rest. We still have a while to go before we get to…" he trailed off. He didn't want to finish his sentence; he didn't want to scare her. Keichi disregarded it and nodded, closing her eyes and resting gently against him. She loved the feeling of his arms wrapped around her. She was in love, but she thought love at first sight was only in fairy tales.
She believed now.