11: Twenty Questions
Zoro's Point of View
"Sunlight doesn't burn us, it's just really bright and hurts our eyes," I explained. "Kind of like if a human were to hold a lit candle to their eyes. Hurts like hell... Okay, your turn." Luffy thought playing 20 questions back and forth would be a good way to get to know each other. I thought it was a bit childish, but I was quickly learning that the man himself was almost completely childish.
"What's your favorite color?" My little priest giggled at my question. "What? It's a serious question."
"Well... It used to be red but I think it might be green now." He said thoughtfully, a strange look on his face.
"Why green?"
"Can't tell you." Was his smug response.
"Why not?" I challenged and a mischevious glint entered his eyes.
"'Cause it's not your turn." He giggled and I huffed a sigh at his child-like antics
"Fine. Ask your question."
"...Crosses?"
"Myth. We're not actually demons you know. We're just not human." I sighed again and leaned back on my headboard while he leaned on the footboard of my bed and took another bite of the last piece of chicken on his plate. "So, why green?" I restated my question.
"'Cause Zoro's eyes are green." He replied simply. Wasn't my hair green too, why'd he point out my eyes? That question just brought a blush to my cheeks and I tried to hide it by distracting him with the game.
"Your turn." I said, quickly looking down at the bed.
"Is Zoro blushing?" When I looked up to deny it Luffy's face was just centimeters away from mine as he looked expectantly into my eyes with his deep chocolate ones that always found a way of drawing me in.
"The hell!" I sat up in surprise, bumping our heads together.
"Ow." He sounded annoyed as he rubbed the fast appearing red mark on his head.
"Oops, sorry, are you okay? Do you ne-"
"I'm fine. Calm down, it's not that bad so don't freak out." He sighed and looked up at me. His deep brown eyes peered at me from under those long lashes of his and I couldn't help but get lost in them and completely forget about what we'd been talking about. Damn those mesmerizing orbs. Without thinking about it, I smashed my lips into his and pushed him back until he was laying on the bed with me on top of him, my hips in between his legs. His empty plate clattered noisily to the floor, but neither of us cared as our tongues danced in our mouths in an awkward waltz that soon became beautiful until I broke it off and slowly trailed kisses down his throat until I felt the place on his neck where the blood flowed the strongest.
"May I?" I whispered, feeling him shiver under me as my breath brushed his skin.
"Greedy demon." He chuckled, I could practically feel him rolling his eyes.
"Compassionate priest." I whispered as I licked his soft skin in preparation.
"How do you change a human into a vampire?" He asked suddenly.
"Why do you want to know?" Did he think my biting him would turn him? No, I'd bitten him before, so he had to know that's not how it worked.
"No reason." I shrugged, it was an innocent enough question, why not answer it?
"We drain enough of our prey's blood so that they'll only last a few more seconds. Then we give them some of our blood. Their blood becomes a catalyst for ours, causing it to multiply at an extraordinary rate, and eventually, our blood overpowers the humans and destroys what's left of theirs. In the end, this process creates an almost immortal creature with unbreakable skin, except when it comes to silver, and heightened senses... Or, at least that's what my creator told me."
"Was that word for word what he told you?" He asked, absentmindedly running his hand through my hair. Did he know how amazingly relaxing that felt?
"How'd you know?"
"It didn't sound like your words."
I chuckled as I closed my mouth around his throat. He knows me so well already.
