Oh boy, now things begin! And also, whose this? a zazie/lag hint? oh no, i've done it now...

warning: oocness, outright gayness
inspiration: "this aint a love song" by scouting for girls

disclaimer: I dont own nothin!

Also yes I fully believe zazie is a crazy cat person. "i'll just get cats, and they can eat me when I die alone!"

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"need you now"

"Lag, you don't look so well..."

Startling from his daze, the boy blinked a few times, turning his dazed gaze to Sylvette. The rhythmic sound of her knife chopping had stopped, he noted. She watched him with concerned eyes, a frown tugging at her lips.

"I'm fine..." he mumbled, yawning and moving to the table to coax Niche out from under. The girl was brushing her teeth, but hiding stubbornly from the wheeled devil that was Sylvette, glowering from under the table.

"You don't look so fine..."

Lag suspected that had something to do with sharing a bed with Noir for the last few days. The man left a lot to be desired as a bedmate. Shaking his head, the boy sighed. Niche trotted out from under the table, eying the boy appraising

Yes, the little Maka decided, something was definitely wrong with her partner.

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A hand settled in Lag's hair roughly, ruffling the mess into a tangle. Lag whined, ducking out of reach of the offending appendage. Glancing over his shoulder, the boy frowned up at the familiar crazy cat boy.

"Niche and Sylvette say you're not doing so well." the older boy said, stuffing his hands in his coat pockets.

Ahah. "I'm fine, Zazie..."

Zazie gave him a top to bottom glance, raising an eyebrow. "Lag, your shoes aren't even tied."

The boy bristled. "What does that have to do with anything...?"

"You cant fight Gaichu with untied shoes." the older boy said, sighing. "C'mon, whats the problem? Noir giving you trouble?"

As usual, the cat boy could read him like a book. Worrying his bottom lip, Lag sighed heavily. Zazie, while he often teased him, could always be relied on. He'd done more for Lag than the boy could honestly admit to.

"I..."

Zazie frowned, leaning his weight on one foot. "Yeah?"

Closing his eye tight, the boy blurted out, "I-I think I'm in love and I don't know how to feel about it! O-Or even what to do!"

There was a stunned silence between the two boys, broken only by Lag's quiet sniffling. Zazie opened his mouth, then closed it. He blinked a few times. Well, this wasn't exactly what he had expected, at all. But love was better than what he'd expected.

Still...

"Just to be clear," The older boy said slowly, tilting his head. "You're...with Noir?"

A subdued nod, followed by a pathetic hiccup, was his answer. Sighing heavily, Zazie scratched under his hat, closing his eyes. "I was worried you were being abused or something..."

Blinking, Lag scrubbed at his face clumsily. "W-What? No...he isn't"

"Well, this is much less awful than I expected."

The boy began to walk towards the BeeHive, his crying friend following after with a small whine. "I-Its really awful! I don't know anything about this sort of thing!"

Zazie raised an eyebrow, and Lag swallowed back an apology "I-Its not the same..."

A scoff. "Right. Whatever, it doesn't matter."

"Zazie..."

Coming to a stop near the stairs that lead to the building, the raven haired boy turned to face his friend. "Listen, if its something you want, you should just ask him out. Who knows how long we've all got left? There's no room for regrets."

Chewing his lip, Lag didn't miss the way his friend's voice shook ever so slightly. It didn't escape him how cruel the irony was in that statement. Sighing, the boy looked down.

"How do I even begin to do that...?"

The hard look in Zazie's eyes softened and the boy ruffled his little friend's hair. "I think you'll figure that out."

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