A/N Okay, originally i deleted this one, because i had a couple of people saying they didn't really understand it, but i'ma put it back up because...i can ^^
thanks to The Ladies Luck for pointing out some stuffs for me, i can be daft sometimes x]]. errr soo, heres the newest chapter..again.. xDD i'll be writing one over the weekend or something probably, because i have time :D

Ginta's body is trembling as his knees give in and he sinks to the floor. He was looking around, searching for a way out, a way to win the battle before he hits the ground. The crowd have been silent till now, screams and shouting fill the air, telling him to get up, to carry on. The screams stop abruptly, as ginta opens his mouth,

"You absolute…penis." He shakily pushes himself up from his knees, wobbling slightly. He walks towards the chess piece, slowly, walking as if he'd drunk a whole lot of beer. He gets about a foot away from the cloaked figure, before grabbing hold of the arrow that was stuck in his chest, gritting his teeth and ripping it from his body, screaming in pain as he did. He looked down at his chest, then up at the chess piece.

He held out the arrow to the side, closing his eyes, unusually composed for someone who had a gaping hole in their chest. A familiar blue light swelled around him, almost to the tip of the chess pieces nose. What was he doing? It wasn't the same magical power before…it was different.

"Alviss…what's he doing?" the words tremble from my lips and I felt very sick.

"I think…he might be using his sixth sense."

My mind flicked back to the chapter with the unbreakable wall, how he had to pulverise it, even though it couldn't be broken. Merilo had said that it could be used on big opponents' not little ones. That was when he looked up, his anger seeping into the atmosphere. Then, quick as anything he slammed the arrow into the chess pieces eye, blood spurting out like a hose soaking Ginta and Pozun.

"…I didn't mean…CRAPPP!!" He squirmed looking at the dieing chess piece. Alviss shouts to him,

"Ginta, don't feel guilty about killing him, or...her…they weren't even human, their soul was destroyed by the chess! That means they can't possibly be as human as we are! Don't take it badly" Ginta nodded slowly, looking a bit green.

He took a couple of wary steps back, while the chess piece twisted and screamed in pain. All ginta had to do was stay stood until the chess piece collapsed, which didn't take longer than 10 seconds. Pozun, who had turned a little green in the cheeks but other than that, was unphased by it, ended the battle,

"Winner – Ginta!"

And with those words, he turned stuck out his hand in a peace sign, walked to the edge of the platform, grinned, then fell off, landing – quite painfully may I add, on top of me. I'd say gross, if I hadn't had tears and blood streaming down my face and the body of a half dead boy smothering me.

Allan had lifted him off of me, turned him over and shouted at snow to heal him.

The pink sparkly colour that the healing ARM gave out bleached Team MAR and the crowd who had rushed over to get an eyeful. The hole closed up, and he looked normal-ish. Apart from the excess of blood that covered him and the pale skin he had acquired from loss of blood. He still hadn't opened his eyes,

"What? Why isn't he awake? Is he dead?" my voice cracking at the end.

"No, he's just sleeping. We should take him up to his room, and someone should keep an eye on him." Allan looked rather pointedly at me.

"Oh…oh…okay." I mumble, even though I feel like I might vomit all over the poor boy at any minute.

I must've been sat in his room, void of sleep until 4 in the morning, when he started whimpering in his sleep. Given the situation…I tried not to find this hysterical.

"mfmf…nooooo"

"Ginta?" I whisper, my voice sounded odd and croaky.

"that's not where it goes…noo..no don't bloody.."

"Err…"

"Nope...I'm not doing it; I want to go see thingy…"

What on earth do you do? Mind you he's not screaming or anything. I'm not sure you should listen to peoples dream whimpering. Or muttering. Regardless what it is, I don't think I should listen.

"Tsukiko…get in my pants." Whoa. Was not expecting that…I look at him, and he's still asleep…at least I think he is…a snore erupts from his chest. He is definitely asleep. Phew.

"Snow…go way. We're busy."
This was freaking me out man, I don't think I want to think about…okay yeah well I do, but I shouldn't be and that is the long and short of it. I set about trying to block out the insinuative repetitive muttering of my name, and start shuffling on my sofa thing that was put in here for me to sleep on. Once I'm comfy, I lay my head on one of the pillows that I nicked from Ginta's bed. He has about 6, he won't miss one. I feel my eyes drooping, and I was in that bit before you sleep, but you're not actually full on awake either when the mumbling started up again. Bloody mumbling.

"Tsukiko?" go away.

"Tsukiko." Shuutuuppp, your making my brain think…things.

"Tsukiko…are you awake?" Bloody hell, that was rather specific. I open one eye, to see if he's just doing scarily accurate sleep talking, like that film where the toy goes 'put your hands up' and, oh well anyway I open my eye and Ginta's sat up in bed looking at me.

I jump so much I fall off the sofa.

"FOOOOOOKKK."

"AHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA, you look soo funny on the floor!"

"Shush your face, your supposed to be like...half dead."

"Well I'm not." He grins,

"Good." I smile back.

"…you still look funny." He snorts.

"OI!" I squeak and chuck my pillow at him. It smacks him on the head, bursting and spurting feathers out.

"Now who looks silly?" I laugh, crawling over to catch one of the feathers. I hold it very carefully in my hands bringing them up to my eyes, so I could see every little detail in the feather. I almost went cross eyed, so I blinked, my eyelids drooping. Woah I'm tired. That's what I say,

"Woah I'm tired." I stretch a bit, letting go of the feather.

"Go sleep then," Ginta grins at me.

"I would, but your stupid head, being the strong head it is, BROKE my pillow."

"I have like…ten here, we could share." He grins cheekily.

"Ginta, are you suggesting I take some of your pillows, even though your…sort of, not well?"

"Nope, I'm suggesting we SHARE the pillows."

"…I hate to say suggesting again, but are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"

"Tsukiko, I suggest you get in my bed now, before smack you over the head." I don't quite want to risk 10 brain cells, but I still look at him as if he's a bit crazy bananas. He looks at my face for a bit, and then seems to realise why I'm hesitating.

"WOAHHH, I DID NOT MEAN THAT!"

"oh thank the lords underpants!" I sigh, almost laughing

"I am merely suggesting, you sleep in my bed, since you are sleeping on a sofa. Also cause, you were, extremely…nice when you were angry earlier."

"nice?"

"Hott."

"really..?"

"Yup." And with that Yup, he lifts up the duvet. How can you turn down that? Besides, I'm probably doing the right thing, in some sort of obscure way. I crawl in, feeling slightly awkward, yet very toasty.

"You look toastier now" he smiles.

"I am." I smile back.

"Good. Now sleep, your tempting me."

"How am I tempting you? I have not done a single th-"
I say 'th-'because a mouth had landed on mine, and it wasn't coming off for the next few minutes. When it did, I had learnt my lesson and did not finish my sentence, but lay my head on his chest and closed my eyes.

A/N
I'll stop it here, because I am tired, but want to get this up. Sorry about the major fluffage sort of, of this chappie, but it has to be done. It makes up for the fact it's valentines day on Saturday. And then hopefully, not too much fluff will come of it :]]

anyhow, tahh for reading

Cheesie.

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