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Ch. 10 Up To You

"Wake up," I heard Scourge's voice say as some soft object made impact with my head. This fucking Mex- I mean Puerto Rican. I ignored him, snuggling my head deeper into the warm pillow. "Wake the fuck up," he yelled, hitting me harder with the object.

"It's Saturday morning, go ahead somewhere," I said, blindly grabbing the pillow from his hands and throwing it across the room. His lips pecked my ear.

"It's almost noon, babe. You've been sleeping all morning."

"Oh and you're not used to that yet?" I could imagine him rolling his eyes.

"I am but I planned something for us to do today. Something romantic." I raised an eyebrow without opening my eyes.

"You doing something romantic? That's a nice joke."

"Rosy, just get up. I want to get our day started." He started shaking my shoulder. If he doesn't stop, Imma wack him in the head with my fist. Let's see how he likes that.

"Go away," I groaned. He sighed.

"I cooked breakfast." My eyes opened as I halfway hopped out the bed. I ran to the kitchen to see that he had indeed cooked a nice big breakfast. "How can you eat so much but have a body like that," he asked as he walked in behind me. I looked over at him to see that he was shirtless with black pajama pants on that hung low on his hips, expressing his V line.

"What are you talking about? I'm fat," I replied, putting my hands on my stomach. I didn't have a low self of steam; I just know that I'm fat. I eat like a guy, how can I not be fat? I've tried to work out but that failed after the first five minutes on a treadmill. My fat ass will only run for food, not for leisure. Or if I was being chased. By Scourge of course since he's the only one who thinks it's funny to do that shit. Honestly, being chased by him is not fun. Especially when he's pissed. Then I have to run faster and that tires me out so then I want more food.

"No you're not," he said as he leaned in the doorway, crossing his arms.

"You're my boyfriend; you're supposed to say that." He rolled his eyes, walking up to me. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me against him.

"I'm not saying that because I'm your boyfriend. I'm saying it because you're not fat, Rosy. You're perfect." I blushed lightly. Dammit, I hated when his voice got all low and sexy like that. He smirked, seeing the color on my cheeks.

"Let me go, I'm hungry," I said, pushing at his chest. He only pressed me closer against him, his smirk grew.

"Funny since I'm starving too." He started kissing on my neck. I pushed harder at his chest, starting to giggle.

"Mexico," I whined, causing him to softly bite my neck with his sharp teeth. Reluctantly, a moan escaped my lips. He knew how much I loved when he did that. "Get off me."

"No," he whined back, his grip tightening. I wiggled in his grasp but damn he was strong.

"Do you want me to starve to death?" He rolled his eyes as he pulled his head up but pecked my lips.

"Sadly, no." I punched his shoulder as he let me go. "I have some things for you when you're done eating," he stated once we were seated at the table.

"Presents," I asked, beaming like a little kid on Christmas morning. He chuckled at me as he nodded.

"Yea."

"For what?" He shrugged.

"Don't boyfriends buy things for their girlfriends?"

"Yea but I didn't think you were the type to buy gifts." He raised an eyebrow.

"Then what kind of type do I look like?"

"The abusive type." What? Sometimes his looks could get pretty scary. And I've pissed him off a couple of times in the past if he doesn't remember so I know what potential that gets at.

"Really? I haven't hit you once-" I opened my mouth. "During our relationship," he said quickly before I could get anything out.

"Well I've known you longer than since we've been going out and you were very abusive."

"But I'm not now."

"You're restraining."

"Damn straight I am." I smiled.

"Good, that means you're still attracted to me." He rolled his eyes again.

"Whatever. Eat up, we've got stuff to do."

"Who are you talking to like that," I asked with my mouth full. His eyebrow rose again.

"You." I was aggravated on the inside but I let it go. Food was more important than arguing with him at the moment. Once we were done eating, he led me to the bedroom.

"Can you tell me what they are before you give them to me," I asked, shooting him a smile before he disappeared into his closet.

"No," he said simply. Ugh, he's no fun. I waited very impatiently for about 30 seconds until he emerged from his closet with two boxes in his hands. One was small while the other was big. I got anxious as he set the boxes down next to me. "You're gonna open the big box and I'll give you what's inside the little one after you get dressed," he explained, plucking the small box up.

"Okay. Thank you, Mexico." A smirk came upon Scourge's lips before he gave me a soft kiss.

"Anything for you, babe." I waited until he left the room to tear open the box. Inside held the most beautiful sun dress I'd ever seen. Quickly, I hopped into the shower before putting it on. The dress was white with a halter top that also had a slight dip in my chest to express some cleavage but only a pinch with beautiful sparkles all over down the fitted part which outlined my curves before it flowed out in a freely wavy skirt. The dress was beautiful and I felt beautiful in it. I couldn't wait to thank Scourge for it. In my head, I wondered if he picked this out himself or had some sales clerk pick it out. I choose sales clerk. Before I left the room, I styled my hair into soft curls, put a hint of makeup on, and paired my dress with a pair of my white sandal wedges.

When I walked out to Scourge, his jaw dropped in amazement. Before he could say anything, I tackled him into a hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," I yelled, hugging him tighter with every word. "I love the dress! You're the best boyfriend ever! You don't know how much I love you right now!" He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me.

"I'm glad but can you loosen up a bit, you're choking me."

"Good." He smacked my ass making me giggle but let go. That shit hurt. And the asshole says that he's not abusive. Then I don't know what the fuck that was. Ugh, men.

"You look beautiful, Rosy." Blush over flooded my cheeks as he smiled down at me.

"Thanks," I said shyly, looking down. His lips pecked my forehead before I heard his footsteps walk behind me. Something went over my head and I felt something cold against my neck. I looked down to see he had placed a necklace on me. The chain was light and silver while the pendant was of a rose that had tons of tiny diamonds making up the petals. It looked awfully expensive.

"Before you say anything, just know that it wasn't a big deal," he said.

"How much did this cost," I asked, turning to face him. He seemed ready for an argument, his arms crossed and everything. How dare he buy me a present and then expect me to argue about it? Dammit, he knows me too well.

"I honestly don't remember and it doesn't matter. I bought it and now it's on the most beautiful girl in the entire world." Aw no, here comes the blush. He smiled, wrapping his arms around my waist. I looked up into his sparkling ice blue eyes.

"I'm not beautiful," I murmured.

"Stop lying to yourself," he whispered before pressing his lips onto mine gently for a moment. "Come on, we got to get going." I let him drag me out the house and to his car. Ten minutes later, we were at an entrance to the city park where a horse chariot was waiting. What the hell…

I looked to Scourge who only smiled at me and told me to get my ass out his car. Bossy asshole. Although I obeyed and let him lead me to the chariot where we got on and started a ride through the romantic part of the park, I couldn't help but feel a little weird. Scourge didn't exactly seem like the romantic type. Of course, I was enjoying all that he was doing and everything but at the same time, something was up.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling my head against his chest. My eyes went down to his chain that I realized was now always around his neck. The emerald in the middle was sparkling as the sun reflected from its internal core. I reached my hand up to touch the pendant, making him look down at him. "This is really pretty," I told him, glancing up at him.

"Thanks. It was my mother's."

"So it's a girl necklace," I asked, raising an eyebrow. He rolled his eyes. Yep, I had to do it.

"Sort of. It's been passed down to all the girls in my family." I pulled my head up, raising an eyebrow.

"Is there something you're not telling me? I'm kool with transsexual people, ya know." He plucked my cheek. "Not abusive my ass," I said, hitting him back. He ended our little hits by lightly smacking me upside the head, messing up my hair a bit. Asshole.

"I'm an only child. Since my mother didn't have any girls, she gave it to me before she died. She knew that my father was going to kill her when he did so she told me everything I needed to know and gave me everything she wanted me to have in her will." His face had saddened a bit on the topic of his mother.

"How did she know…that she was going to die?"

"Like I said before, my dad abused my mom and I a lot. But he abused my mom a lot differently than he did me. With her, it was every type of abuse you could imagine. With me, it was only with violence. At first, she just figured that one day he was going to kill her so she just wrote a will so that I would be okay after she died."

"But why didn't she leave?" I know this was probably a touchy subject for him but maybe this was why he's so cruel when you first meet him. Why he's so emotionless. His mother's death must've taken a huge toll on him but he already told me that. Things get better if you talk about to someone about it. When I told him about my sister in the cemetery before my dad died, a whole weight was lifted off of my shoulders. I was holding it in for so long that when I finally let it all loose: my mind and emotions were clearer. Hopefully, he'd feel the same way once he was done with the explaining.

"She couldn't. My dad practically trapped her in that house. It didn't help that she still loved him. I don't understand how when he was such an ass but she did it. Before we started going out, you reminded me of her. No matter how mean I was, you never stopped caring. That's another reason why I pushed you away so much. I didn't want what happened to my mother to happen to you." Lightly, I squeezed his hand. He sighed but continued. "Anyway, my dad would beat on her every time he came home. Sometimes, he'd make me sit there and watch. I didn't know that he was training me to be like him. To be a monster to the girl who loves me more than she loved herself. The night when she killed her, he had lost his marbles. First he went for me and then for my mom." He lifted up his shirt to reveal two long scars going across his torso. I'd noticed those before but I always thought that maybe he'd gotten those from one of his street fights. Never had I thought that his own father could do that to him. "I have other scars but these ones are the most noticeable because he cut through a lot of skin and damaged some skin tissue." He put his shirt down. "I still don't know why my dad killed her and maybe I'll never know but he did it and I guess that's all I really care about." I rubbed his arm, cuddling my head into his chest.

"I'm sorry, baby," I murmured.

"It's alright, babe. Bad things just happen sometimes and there's nothing we can do about it." My heart grew heavier at his quote but I knew it was true. There are just some things that we have no control over. The rest of our day was pretty light hearted though. The chariot took us to a secluded part of the park that Scourge had set up as a romantic picnic. There was the little picnic table with food set up making me practically run over to it but there was also soft music playing in the background, rose petals all around the picnic table in which we ended up throwing them at each other in a petal fight or whatever the hell you wanna call it. I had a lot of fun with him, honestly, but at the same time I couldn't help but feel a little too flattered.

I mean, it's been a whole day that he hasn't glared at or snapped at me. Just because we're going out doesn't mean that we still don't take every chance we get to annoy the crap out of each other. That's just us though. Makes things more interesting I guess. Still, I felt as if he was being a little too nice. Sure, I was flattered and everything but Scourge wasn't this nice. I've seen him around Dante who's like a little brother to him now and he's never been this sweet. Well I am his girlfriend so I guess that's different. That and the fact that he's molding Dante to be a strong young man so he can't be too nice about everything. But still, Scourge wasn't nice in general. Not this nice anyway. Something's up.

When we returned back to the apartment later that night, I watched him as he walked into the kitchen. "I brought some ice cream and romance movies. Well I rented the movies but I thought that we could watch some until we fall asleep," his voice said from the kitchen. I walked into the living room and plopped myself down on the couch. There were about ten of the most sappiest romance movies sitting in front of me. From the Titanic, to the Notebook, to Twilight. I'd be lucky if Scourge made it through one of these movies before letting his guy hormones get the best of him and he throws something at the TV or falls asleep.

"That sounds kool," I said as he walked into the room holding four tubs of birthday cake ice cream. Now that's what I'm talking about. I took one tub from him as well as one of the spoons he was holding and dug right in. He chuckled at me.

"I like that about you."

"What," I asked, my mouth full. Very un-lady like I know but Scourge doesn't care.

"That you actually eat. Most girls are so picky about what they eat. I like how you just eat whatever you want but I don't understand how you're still so sexy and you don't work out." I shrugged.

"Good genes I guess. My mom's side is really skinny though some of my cousins eat like me and don't gain an ounce."

"That's kool. Are you interested in working out?"

"I get enough exercise running from you every day."

"True." He pecked a kiss at my cheek. "So what do you want to watch?" Hmm, that was a good question. Believe is or not but he did rent some really good movies. I decided to be a bitch and picked the Notebook. He glared at me when he did. Now there's the Scourge I know and like. He mumbled something under his breath as he went to go put the movie in.

"What you say," I asked, kicking him in the butt since he was bent over.

"I said you're a bitch for making me watch this," he said causing me to laugh. Yep, he knew I did that on purpose.

"Thanks, that means a lot coming from you." He smacked my leg playfully as he sat down next to me before taking the tub of ice cream. He started to eat it himself. "Hey, don't be fucking around with my ice cream, Rico," I said, snatching the tub back. He chuckled.

"It's called sharing."

"It's called get your own damn ice cream." He laughed now. The sound brought a smile to my lips. His laugh was actually musical. There was a slight beat to it that made me want to hear it more. I scooted closer to him, letting him put his arm over my shoulders and put his spoon back into the ice cream.

Halfway through the movie, I was laughing at Scourge's expression. He looked bored as hell. "Shut up, Rosy," he snapped. I only laughed harder. He hasn't been the happiest guy around since the movie came on but it made everything funny. I think I was paying more attention to his facial expressions than the movie. I'd seen it a thousand times so I already know what happens. Once the movie was over, we were on the floor, trying to figure out what movie to watch next. Not a romance one, apparently since Scourge had brought out some of his other movies that he owned.

"Mexico," I asked, making him look up at me.

"Yea, baby?"

"Thank you for doing all of this today. It was really sweet of you." He nodded, a small smile coming across his lips.

"Well I'm new at this so I'm just trying to start things off right."

"You're doing a good job but-" I cut myself off, not wanting to ruin the nice day we just had.

"But what?" Dammit.

"But why today? I mean, there were tons of other days that we both had free time in which we could've done something like this. It's kind of sudden and I'm a little freaked out at how nice you're being." I saw the irritation in his face that he hid before it could become too visible.

"I just wanted to do something nice for once."

"But why today? I don't mean to be a bitch or anything, I'm just curious."

"Just because I thought today would be a good day." He was starting to snap now, his irritation becoming more visible on his face. Because I was in a good mood and didn't feel like arguing with him, I stayed calm.

"Please don't give me that bullshit, Scourge. If you don't want to talk about it then-"

"I don't want to talk about it." His attention went back to the movies that were surrounding us. I looked down myself, feeling a bit bad for bringing it up. We were having fun but of course, my dumbass had to ruin it. I got up, making his eyes shoot to me.

"I'm gonna go change," I explained before walking off toward the bedroom. The dress had survived for a while without me messing it up and I didn't want to chance it anymore. I got dressed in my oversized blue superman shirt and a pair of blue fleece shorts that had superman's symbol all over them. I combed the curls out my hair, causing the waves to return. Since I didn't feel like bothering with trying to tie it up, I went back out to the living room. Scourge's eyes examined my outfit as I made my way to the couch.

"Do you like superheroes or something," he asked as I grabbed the tub of ice cream I had been eating.

"Yes. They are sexy," I said before sticking the scoop into my mouth. Hmm, so good.

"Look, I didn't mean to be an ass earlier."

"You were being an ass? I didn't notice." He glared. "I really didn't. But go on." He rolled his eyes, getting up and walking to the couch.

"I just wanted to make today special because I'm not usually happy on this date." He sat down next to me, wrapping an arm around my body so that he could pull me onto his lap.

"What's today?"

"It's the day that my mom died 13 years ago."

"Oh." Again, I felt bad for bringing up this touchy subject but I could see the relief that had went through his eyes earlier. Maybe he would be relieved.

"Usually I go out on a rampage every year. I throw things, I curse at the walls; I just lose it." He shook his head, obviously ashamed of his actions every year on this day. You couldn't blame him though. He was probably traumatized by his mother's death so these actions were only normal. "I used to go to her grave the first five years but after I became a teenager, I couldn't do it. That's when my more violent side started to express itself more." He started running his fingers through my hair. "But this year, since I had you – the person who makes me happy – I thought that maybe I could make the day special. And I liked it. No, I loved spending this day with you because for once, I wasn't mourning over my mother but instead embracing the happiness that she wants me to have. Who knows, maybe she threw you into my life." I smiled.

"That's a good way to think of it." He smiled back.

"A very good way." He kissed me softly.

"So, what movie did you pick out," I asked after he pulled away. He smirked deviously at me. Oh no, here comes revenge.

"Saw." Shoot me now.

I hate the saw movies and so does Rosy, apparently. So anyways, just a fluffy chap for you guys since i haven't updated in like 2 days. But i had to finish this for you wonderful readers :)

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