A/N: Here it is; chapter seven. The new panda, and I'm proud of it.

Congratulations to Anglefan86 for finding the word Popsicle…. And the story continues….

Rhythmic

Zy and Graverobber walked out of the building and onto the trash covered streets. The one thing she could remember was the streets they had taken to see the doc; feeling proud Zy started to lead the way back to the man hole.

"Why Zy?" Graverobber asked catching up to her now quick strides, his boots clunk against the pavement next to her clicks. Some part of her liked the rhythm they made together.

"Why Graverobber?" Zy retorted with a smile. She could hear him chuckle from behind her.

"Why not." He said; his voice sounded like it was filled with a quirky smile. The Graverobber had started to realize she was starting to use his logic and humor against him.

"Exactly buddy boy." Zy smiled as she heard her own boots clack against the pavement. She looked up to the dark night above them. "You know-"she paused "The nights still young; let's do something." she said up to the sky; she was saddened to see no stars in the pitch black night. She felt the man grab her hand and spin her around so she was facing him. He took both of her wrists into one of his hands.

"What exactly did you have in mind?' He asked with a slow smile.

"Something… dangerous." She mimicked the drug dealer's smile. They stood there for a few moments with smiles plastered to their faces that made them look like a couple of hyenas.

"I think I can do that." He whispered as he let go of her wrists. He laced one of her hands through his and pulled her along the twisting streets away from the entrance to... their home?

Zy looked at the pad locked gate that was in front of them; it led to one of the odd outdoor graveyards, one of the ones people never went to any longer.

"I said something dangerous." Zy said rolled her eyes at the man and then looked up to him.

"This is dangerous." Graverobber watched her with a sneer slapped on his face.

"It's a fucking graveyard." She snorted to her compainion. Graverobber said nothing back to her; she watched him climb over the fence quickly then jump to the ground on the other side. He landed on his feet then slowly got up and turned around. Graverobber pressed himself up to the bars of the gate and watched her intensely.

"What happens if you get caught?" She asked as she walked closer to him, she placed her hands right above his. Zy watched his face change from the playful / friendly and almost childlike normality to something completely different. It was there only for a few moments, not enough time for Zy to comprehend what the look meant. Then it quickly was replaced one final time with a seriousness that Zy hated with a passion.

"You're shot down." Graverobber said slowly and pushed himself from gate and walked into the dark.

Better catch up with him. Zy thought as she tried to mimic the strange man's motions. Her mussels burned as she pulled her body up to the top of the fence, she avoided the spikes and somehow was able to turn herself around so her back was to the graveyard. Zy looked down at the ground far below her. A tight knot of fear formed in the base of her belly, it felt like a ten pound weight and started to radiated heat.

Come on you sissy, you can do this.

Oh shut the hell up.

Then she felt herself let go of the bars and push her body away from the cold iron. She landed on her feet at first, but then Zy quickly lost her balance and fell on her ass. She heard a deep chuckle from behind her; she turned her head to look at the man she had started to think of as a friend.

"Shut up." She said but laughed as well. She pushed herself from the ground and dusted herself off. She followed Graverobber deep into the graveyard. They walked quickly between the head stones in silence.

"What did the doc tell you about me?" Graverobber asked breaking the nice silence.

"Not much; he just told me what I knew, and that you dealt Zydrate."

"Is that the reason for Zy?"

"He showed it to me, it's pretty. That's why I picked Zy." She said slowly, choosing her words carefully.

In reality she wanted to have something that connected her to him; all she knew of him was he dealt a blue liquid that reminded her of glow sticks and that he was sarcastic. She wouldn't tell him this reason; she wouldn't tell him she just wanted someone, anyone there. The two outcasts quickly fell into silence again and kept up their walk through the many rows of grave markers.

She had thought a lot about herself in that makeshift doctor's office as the damn doctor told her to not trust that man she was with. Something was or had been wrong, something had been missing in her life, but this damn amnesia as the doc called it was stopping me form finding out.

"This could be with you for a few weeks, months or even years." The doctor had told her, "You might live your life with this or it will be gone tomorrow." He had gone on to ask her what might have caused this; He just received a raised eye brow for an answer; but she thought about that, could life have been so bad where it was better to forget? What about her family; would they give a shit about her not going home? Did she like her family or did she hate them? Did she even have a damn family?

Zy looked up to the man with the white face paint and black lips; or were they plum? She couldn't tell in this light. Yet the lipstick and face paint didn't matter or stop her from wondering who he actually was. Was he a friend; a best friend maybe? Was he her family, a brother, father? Or was he nothing close to a brother, was he the man she wanted to have and to hold? Zy shivered at that thought as she caught a whiff of his jacket when the wind started to howl.

Why would I be attracted to a man who doesn't bath? Maybe it was the other way around; He wanted her; but she didn't know. She did know how ever that he wasn't going to tell her diddly squat shit.

"- I was thinking if you're in my care you should work." She heard the Graverobber finish something or other.

"Wait what?" She asked; she got a sigh of annoyance from the man.

"Either you go get a job, or you work with me." He said. "I'll show you what I do tonight. You decide tomorrow at the same time." Graverobber looked over at her. "Deal?" he asked

"I'm Amnesia girl over here, why do I have to get a job?"

"'Cause I'm not your fucking Mother; you need to pull your own weight with money, hell knows I don't have much to feed myself; deal or no deal?" He stopped in front of a marker for an above ground grave.

Zy looked around the grave yard; all the graves were above ground from what she could tell. As she took in her surroundings for the first time she could see spot lights dancing about the grounds, and then she saw the men with guns; big guns to add to that. Zy moved closer to Grave for protection. She looked up to him; she watched him drop his leather bag to the ground and walk over to the grave site. He started to push the cover to the stone container to reveal its inhabitance.

"What the hell are you doing?" She whispered to him.

"My job." Was all he said, and then he got back to 'Work'.

Zy watched him push the stone slab almost off the grave; if it fell they would have been screwed. Graverobber motioned her to come to him; she did as she was asked. When she walked closer the smell of rotting flesh started to get worse. Her body's reflexes started up and made her start to gag at the putrid smells that tainted the air. Graverobber motioned to her once more; this time to look inside. She did as she was told again, but this time she gave him a glare before doing as she was commanded.

Zy looked at the twisted corps, the skin had withered and started to look more brown and dry; like leather. She was surprised that she didn't up chuck right there and then because of the smell and what occupied her vision. What she did think of thought was how this was Graverobber's job, this was him.

"He does things many people cannot stomach to do, he has become his job. In a way you could say what he does is noble" The doctor had said leaning back into the chair, he watched Zy carefully.

"How has he 'become his job'?" Zy asked rolling her eyes. Curiosity started to get the better of her, but she wouldn't let him know that. The doctor smiled at her as he took off the glasses that's had been sitting on the bridge of his nose. He took out a white cloth from his jacket pocket and started to clean the lenses. He could see through her.

"He will tell you in time." Was all the man said on the subject.

Zy watched the large man jump into the grave with his bag in tow. She could make out his figure pulling things out that should have been in a hospital and not in his bag. He took out a long needle and secured it on the end of a glass syringe. Graverobber glanced up at her as if to make sure she was watching; satisfied with Zy standing there with her hand covering her mouth he turned his attention back to the corps. Graverobber took the face of the corps in to one of his large gloved hands and pierced it swiftly through the nose with the needle.

Just like a needle through a bug… Zy's mind whispered to her, her head started to hurt as she saw an image of Graverobber hanging upside down and her piercing a corps with the same needle. She shook he head, trying to wash away the thought that probably never looked back up to her again.

"You're not going to puke on me right?" he asked her as if he was wearing an Italian leather suit instead of his trash like and mud caked clothing.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." She said slowly, nausea started to slowly retreat from her system but it wasn't completely gone. Graverobber's attention went back to the corps once more; he pulled the syringes plunger to him. The blue glow then started to illuminate the grave and the Graverobber's face. Zy watched the liquid intently as it filled the vial; it was the same glow she had seen from the drug the doctor had shown her.

"That's where Zydrate's from?" she asked mesmerized by the glow. She didn't realize how loud she was but she did when the alarms began to ring loud and clear and the spot lights danced faster around the commentary, looking for the intruders. Graverobber quickly pulled Zy into the grave with him and closed the grave above them. She understood what he was doing and didn't like it one bit. The grave was small, too small for two people and a body to have their own space. Zy found herself lying on top of Graverobber, her hands sprayed on his chest, her legs were wrapped around his waist and their faces were just inches apart.

They could hear the men run by them and not even think they were there. The warning scream about the graveyard; but inside the grave it was silent between her and Graverobber. Their breath danced on the others face, Graverobber tried to not look into Zy's eyes and she somehow forgot about the smells of rot and decay.

"How long do we have to wait here?" Zy whispered softly into his ear.

"As long as it takes for the cops to forget about us and go back to where they came from." He replied just as softly, silence fell around them once again. The faint glow of Zydrate illuminated the gothic pair.

"Why are you taking care of me?" Zy asked her voice was just barley over a whisper. Graverobber gulped slowly

"Because I'm the only one you know." Graverobber finally answered.

"I don't have a family?" She asked slowly.

"I'm the closes thing you got." He said again, he turned his head looking her into the eyes. They were a dark blue, almost a black it seemed but they were a beautiful blue.

"And what about you, don't you have a family?" Zy asked. She could feel her stomach tug as she memorized his features, she wanted him.

"I use to…" Graverobber trailed off as he watched Zy's features as well.

"What happened?" Zy asked, her face moving closer to his; Zy closed her eyes slowly and then…

"Time to get out of here," Graverobber said and pushed the lid of the coffin open. Zy sat there for a second blinking, but quickly followed him and ran out of the grave yard.

Got ya! Raise your hand if you thought they were going to kiss or more! *raises hand* I wanted them to too… but Grave screamed in my head "JAIL BATE! NOT YET!" so I listened to him.