V's P.O.V:

As the ending credits rolled up, I turned to Isabelle to ask her what she thought of the film, as she chose it but had never saw it. She chose 'Ferris Bueler's day off' a classic film, which was blacklisted for 'Promoting truancy' pathetic, I know? But as I turned to her I noticed she was snuggled in to the sofa and had her knee's pulled close to her self. She looked as though she was asleep.

I sighed and smiled to myself and grabbed a blanket from the back of one of the chairs and draped it over her sleeping frame. She's truly beautiful, asleep and awake. And I'm beginning to see her asleep more than awake!

Leaving her to her dreams, I walked in to my bedroom to get ready for going out. Well, not a normal outing. None of my outings are normal, I understand that.

But really, I'm going to get vegetables, meat and blue hair dye.

I shook my head, chuckling softly as I flipped my hat on to my head and threw my cloak around my body, fastening it snuggly around my neck. Same with my knifes, they clung on to my waist like a child clings to it's mothers leg.

Boots on my feet and a bag across my shoulder, I headed for the door. When I stopped suddenly. Should probably leave a note for Isabelle. Yes I'll do that, She'll be awake by the time I return, that's if she stays.. I walked back to where she was and silently picked up the note pad and pen from under the coffee table. Quickly scribbling out a note.

Issy,
I've gone to get your hair-dye and some food as the gallery's kitchen is slowly growing empty.

I will be gone around 2 hours, you may stay here if you like. I will see you later.

P.s - I have a jar of jam in the fridge.
V

Happy with the note, I placed it on the table and left the gallery without looking back.

Isabelle's P.O.V:

I shuffled around for a few moments, waiting for my eyes to open; even though they didn't want to. I sighed and shot up from my curled up position on the bed and stretched my arms before finally opening my eyes. Gently wiping away the tears from my yawn.

I should really stop falling asleep at V's. Hm yeah, V.
"V?"I called out loudly.
No reply. Maybe he went to sleep? No I doubt it. I don't think V sleeps.

I sat back down on the sofa and reached for the remote, when a small piece of neatly folded paper flew off the coffee table and on to the floor, I leaned over to pick it up and unfolded it. It was from V.

I smiled and set the note down after reading it and sank back in to the sofa, I wasn't hungry otherwise I'd eat the jam.

But I really want to watch another movie. It'll kill time before V arrives. I slowly dragged my body up and swerved around the coffee table and to the floor, pulling out the box filled with DVD's.

There was plenty to choose from. Film's I loved, I had saw a few times, I had heard of and wanted to see and films I had no idea existed.

I sighed and punched the box lightly out of aggression. Not being able to find a film I wanted to watch. I pushed the box away from me and stuck my tongue out at it.

"Stupid thing." I growled under my breath before getting out of my huff and standing up. Walking with my head held high over to the kitchen, when I came across something I hadn't noticed.

V had a piano, A beautiful, perfectly polished and very large piano. How could I miss it?!

My hands and arms began twitching, I had to play. But no, What if V came home? Well, maybe if I just go over and touch it. One note won't hurt and he said he'd be gone for a while so what the hell! I thought to myself, and walked over to the glorious instrument and sat at the cushioned stool which happily took my weight.

I brushed my fingers lightly over the keys, Not a spec of dust. Either V cleans it a lot or he plays. Hopefully the seconds option. I made sure not to press any of the keys, I wanted to appreciate her first. Then I softly pressed down on one of the keys, letting it's note illuminate the room and flutter in to my ears.

I couldn't stop the smile from growing on my face and I started to play.

My fingers worked slowly, being gentle as if she was a newborn and I was afraid to touch. Something this beautiful should not be abused, and I wouldn't want to be too rough.

Once I grew in to a rhythm and I wasn't as delicate with the keys, the notes grew louder and echoed through the gallery, My voice would soon dance with the music and fly in to the air.

I took a deep breathe, and started to sing. My fingers playing the music of the song.

You shout it out,
But I can't hear a word you say
I'm talking loud not saying much
I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up

I pressed harder on the keys, changing the notes and letting my fingers do the work as they swiftly moved across the black and white stripes.

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won't fall
I am titanium..

My voice grew louder and louder as I lost myself in the music, something I always seemed to do. Not that I was bothered; because when you're so lost in a song you become unaware of your surroundings and nothing in the world matters apart from the feelings exploding inside of you and the emotions bursting out which you express in the playing and the singing.

Which is probably why I never noticed V come home.

I finished playing and singing and once again, ran my hand over the beautiful woodwork and sighed to myself. Standing from the chair and ready to go off in to the kitchen to get a drink, when I heard slow, loud claps from behind me. My whole body froze, I didn't know what to do.

I bit my lip and turned around to face V, who was stood with a bag next to him on the floor; which looked ready to burst by the way. His hat and cloak no where to be seen, probably hung them up. How long has he been stood there?!

I gave a light bow and started laughing.
"I didn't realize you were home, I'm sorry I just didn't want to watch anything else and I wasn't hungry, I noticed the piano and I just couldn't resist." I said bashfully, twiddling my thumbs and chewing on my lip. Trying to look anywhere accept at V.

My eyes fixed firmly on the floor, his boots appeared under my gaze. The toes of his boots touching my socks. I felt a gloved hand lightly hold my chin and pushed it up to meet his face.

"If you had of noticed me, you would of stopped playing. It's rude to interrupt someone when they're performing!" He paused, letting out a breath and continued speaking.
"And I didn't want you to stop singing, It's very calming and soothing. I know you told me you could sing but, you didn't tell me you could sing like that" He stated, his large hands wrapped around my arms softly.

"T-thank you. I never usually sing to people, or in front of them. Or around them. I just sing to myself. I'm not that good, V.." I trailed off. I would of continued putting myself down but he slapped his hand across my mouth.

"You're incredible. Don't dare try to argue because God help me I will pin you to the floor and tickle you until you pee." I couldn't help but smile at the thought of it, although I really would not like to pee myself around V. Or anyone for that matter!

V picked up the large duffle bag from the floor and carried it to the kitchen, I followed behind him like a lost puppy would follow a human who was nice to them on the street, or who had fed them a little bit of food.

That's pretty much all I am to V, actually. He bathed me, fed me and now all I do is follow him around. But why? There's nothing here for me. I've been alone before V and I'm sure I can handle being without him.

But I can't. There's something about him I'm addicted to.

No actually, there's nothing about him I'm addicted to, I'm just addicted to him. I sighed and sat down on the kitchen table, watching as V pulled out wrapped up slabs of meat and exotic fruits and vegetables. Then continued staring as he put them away.

"This what you wanted?" He asked, pulling out two boxes of hair dye. It was a perfect color. Very bright and luminous, something which would make me stand out even more no doubt. It was simply amazing.

"It's perfect! Thank you." I said, grabbing the box and opening one. Pulling out the colorant and the solution.
"Are you.. doing it here?" V asked, leaning against the kitchen counter once he had put away the shopping.
"If you don't mind?" I questioned, looking up from the sheet of instructions.
"Of course not, will you be needing uhm, help?" He sounded nervous. What's he got to be nervous about?

I've never done my hair on my own, I used to get Clara to do it for me. And then after she was gone I would get my neighbor to do it. The deaf woman, Her name's Sally and she's lovely.

"If you don't mind, I've never done this on my own before and I really can't afford to be messing it up!" I began mixing the dye together, and passed the gloves to V.
"What are these for?" He said, turning them over in his hand.
"Well you don't want blue hands, do you?" I chuckled as I untangled the plait in my hair, which was falling apart anyways.

"I was just going to wear my gloves.." He trailed off, sounding incredibly nervous again. What is up with him?
"No you don't want to ruin them, Just put the gloves on, V." I said, my voice jumpy due to shaking the bottle of liquid which slowly turned blue.
"A-alright." He stuttered.

Christ V, you're just dying my hair!

V's P.O.V:

She can't see my hands. No, it's too soon. I'll just wait for her to not look and then get her to sit in the chair and avoid my hands from her gaze. Although, she's a vigilante, like me. She doesn't miss a thing. She's bound to notice; but I can't just tell her to not look now, can I?

Can I?

"I-Isabelle. Please, can you, not look?" I said, mentally slapping myself after saying it. Her head darted up and her eyes pierced in to me.
"Why." She said, it wasn't a question.
"I-I. Uh, Just, don't. Please.." I trailed off.
"No. I want to know what's wrong with you taking off your gloves." She said, her tone much harsher than before.

I never thought I would see this side of Isabelle. Well, in battle I've saw it. But I wouldn't expect this tone of voice used on me. She was making me nervous, I can't do this.

I went to walk away, but she flung her legs forward and wrapped them around my waist and thrust my body towards her. I slammed my hands on to the table besides her to stop myself from toppling on to her. Her legs never left my waist, neither did they release their crushing grip.

"Isabelle!" I exclaimed.
"Don't fucking run out on me like that. Ever. Whatever is hiding beneath this façade of yours has to be released some day." She growled in to my ear. I swallowed, and took a deep breath as she exhaled one.
"Whatever you're hiding under there, V, can't be as bad as you think. But I will see some day, you can't run from it forever." She said, nuzzling my neck. I felt her lips purse and release against the black clothing clinging to my neck. Her kiss burned through me.

She let go of me and I wrapped my arms around her, she returned and we looked at each other. In that moment, nothing else existed. It was just me and her. What she said was true, I can't hide this broken man from her forever. I just hope she's prepared for the day when I show her.

But today, is not that day.

"Want me to look away, whilst you change gloves?" She said softly, I quickly nodded and she flashed me an understanding, gentle smile before swiveling her body around so her back was to me.
"Just start dying my hair when you're ready, do you know what you're doing?" She asked, I quickly pulled off my gloves and changed in to the transparent ones which were too small for my large hands.

I handed her my gloves and chuckled softly in to her ear.
"I have an idea." Although I couldn't see her, I could tell she was giving me a 'Are you kidding me' Look.
"Hey, V, Can I wear these?" She asked, fiddling with my gloves. Obviously way too big for her delicate little hands.
"Of course." I replied, she slipped them on to her hands and sighed blissfully.

Once my gloves were on her, I ran my fingers through her hair a few times, de-tangling the knots which were there and began applying the dye.

"V?" She questioned.
"Mhm?" I mumbled, rubbing the dye in to her scalp and spreading it through the roots of her hair.
"If you fuck this up, It will be I who pins you to the floor and tickles you until you pee."

We both burst out laughing.