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71. Obsession

Kid smiled, his eyes shut, as the little witch in front of him pressed her nose to his.

Somehow, his fingers found his way to her cheek, brushing along the surprisingly soft and heated skin. "Crona..."

The shinigami didn't open his eyes once, not even when the pinkette's mouth locked onto his. He ran his tongue over her lips, gaining swift entrance as they fell deeper and deeper against one another. She moaned into him, sending shivers through his body, rivaling the fiery feeling that accompanied touching her.

He could see her, though, even with his eyes screwed shut.

"K-kid," she stuttered, though it was not out of strained nerves, but rather anticipation, his hands running up the skin of her thigh, running feverish circles as she-

"Kid! Ki-i-i-i-id!"

Death the Kid flung into a sitting position, gasping at the sudden, and rather disappointing, change in scenery.

Obnoxious knocking sounded at his closed door, accompanied by the giggling laughter of Patty.

"Kid! Time to wake u-u-u-up!" the girl sang.

"I'll be out in a moment," he replied loudly, before hearing the younger weapon traipse away.

As the memories of his rather...interesting dream rushed back in his silence, he groaned, resting his face in his hands.

This had been happening lately, these dreams he couldn't control. They often spiraled into dark recesses, places that made him feel like asymmetrical garbage after he woke, though lack of symmetry was most definitely not the reason.

He often wondered how he could face Crona after seeing her in such situations mere hours before- and there were many situations-and act as if nothing had been the matter.

Flopping down, he buried his face into his pillow, contemplating how he would deal with this newfound problem.

It was a picturesque wish, her lying beside him in bed, among the blankets and pillows, her soul at ease. The confounding realization that dawned upon the groggy young man was a terribly simple one: he wanted her to be happy. He had seen contentedness on her face more than once, once in a blue moon, and he longed to see it there always. He could see her curled into him, tired blue eyes and small smiles. In his hands, the fingers that chased after fantasies, he could nearly feel her.

Kid shut his eyes, a soft pang of realization hitting him. The likelihood of that happening...

He found himself wishing he was back in his dreamland, where such obscene obsessions were possible.


And there's that. ^_^ I know it was pretty short, and the next one might be as well. I've got a Crona chapter coming up next, where she kind of muses on wanting to be with Kid and the like, but after that, there's less thinking and more of them actually DOING SOMETHING ABOUT IT. THANK GOD. I JUST WANT TO GET TO CUTE FUN TIMES.

*ahem*

'Scuse me. ^_^

Peace, L.