In My Dreams
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Summary: SPOILER ALERTS! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN SCISSOR SEVEN SEASON 3! With Thirteen watching over him, Seven can dream of a new life in peace. Lime-related sexual content, alcohol, swearing, etc. SevenxThirteen. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING RELATED TO SCISSOR SEVEN!
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Author's Note:
Hello! I know that this is a new fandom/ ship and I'm excited to be a part of it! Like most of you, I am currently obsessing over Scissor Seven and my OTP Seven & Thirteen. There are not many stories about this show or couple yet, but I hope that changes soon. I wanted to add one of my stories here in hopes of also inspiring more writers to add to this new collection.
Side note: the "sex scene" later in this chapter is VERY subtle compared to how I normally write them. However, I'm not sure if it is enough to remain at the current maturity rating or if I will have to change it. Please let me know what your opinion is in the comment section.
Also, if you liked this story, please feel free to visit my profile page to browse some of my other stories. I apologize in advance for a lot of my older stories. They suck and I know it. It was a different time back when I wrote them. I was much younger and have been with Fanfiction/ a weeb since I was about 12 years old. Damn, I'm old.
Anyway, here is my one-shot. I hope you like it! AGAIN! SPOILER ALERTS! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN SCISSOR SEVEN SEASON 3! ENJOY!
Seven's P.O.V.
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I look down at my hand to see that some of my blood spilled onto it.
"Damnit," I cursed as I clenched my fist, close my eyes, and lean back against the large tree trunk.
"Don't strain yourself, idiot. You're going to hurt yourself if you don't try to settle down," a gentle voice spoke next to me.
I open my eyes to see Miss Plum in front of me, applying the medicine and bandaging to my wounds. All I have on are my black shorts and shoes. My black hair is down to my shoulders with some stuck to my face from my sweat. I felt exhausted and terrified. My heart won't stop violently pounding in my chest. I know that soon, I will succumb to the pain. At least I'm not alone.
"There, you're done. Do you need help putting your sweatshirt on?" she asked as she stared into my eyes.
"No. Thank you though. Unless you want to help me. I know you can't get enough of my hot bod," I smirk and wink in a poor flirt attempt.
"Do you want me to kick your ass?" she glared but I knew it didn't have any weight behind it.
I chuckled before putting on the rest of my clothes and tying up my hair. While I do this, she started a fire. The only sounds in the abandoned house were the crackling fire and my deep, painful breaths. Once she got the fire going, she moved to sit to my right with her relaxed body turned just enough to face me.
Even though she isn't looking at me, I can't help but stare at her. Her smooth, fair skin glowed from the warmth and light of the fire. Her long green-purple, braided hair laid on the ground between us. I follow the braid pattern to the end where the blade rested at the end and then back up to her calm, emotionless face. I watched her light green eyes, filled with conflict, dance with the fire's light. I want to etch her face into my mind. I feel my memories of my friends slipping from me. Soon I will become a mindless beast with no memory of even myself. And, if that is how things must be, then I hope that her face is the last to go.
To me, she is the most beautiful person I've ever met or can remember. Even though we've had our fights and she has her mission, at this moment with only us two here, I feel as if this was how we are supposed to be. However, we both know that this moment is only temporary.
I don't know how long I continue to stare at her before her eyes met mine and she glared, "Would you stop staring at me? You're making me uncomfortable,"
"Sorry. I guess I can't help it when a woman as beautiful as you is nearby," I smirked.
Her eyes widen as a blush appeared on her cheeks. She turned her head away and pulled her knees into her chest, "Why do you always say such weird shit,"
I chuckled at her, but it didn't last long. Above us, the rain continues to pour both outside and through the hole in the ceiling. We're far enough away that none of the drops will get on us, but it sets the mood between us. Only the sounds of the rain and fire surround us. At least the silence isn't awkward. It's… peaceful.
"Hey, Miss Thirteen," I called out. She turned back toward me and stared into my eyes, "You were awesome back there. The way you handled that guy just now, it was amazing,"
Her blush deepened before she turned to look at the fire again, "It was nothing. That guy was nothing but a nuisance anyway. I've faced stronger opponents, including you,"
"Oh, so you're saying I'm a worthy opponent?" I tease,
"Don't get a bighead. It was more of a backhanded compliment," I start to chuckle but stop and go into a coughing fit. Each cough is more painful than the last. My heart rate increased as I felt darkness try to devour me. I grab my chest again as the coughing fits stop. I curse through my labored breathing, "Don't try to fight it. You're only prolonging the inevitable,"
"I have to… keep fighting… I can't forget… my friends… my home… you… I don't want… to forget any of that…"
"Why don't you want to forget? Don't you want the pain to stop? Isn't it easier to live without them? I know it was for me…"
I will my breathing to return to normal as I lean more into the tree trunk, "I've… already lost my memories once. That's why I'm on this mission. The only thing I can remember about my past was being a killer. After that, all my memories are of my home on Chicken Island and with Dai Bo, Xiao Fei, my friends, and you. You're all the reason I fight to protect my home. After all, I have to get back for our date at the beach,"
I start to feel myself go in and out of consciousness as my body becomes limp. I start to fall to the ground but Miss Thirteen caught me. She used her strength to sit me back up against the tree before going back to her sitting position.
"I'm sorry. You're in pain because of me. I used that ancient dagger on you and now~"
"It's alright. I will fight it," I interrupt. "I can feel my consciousness slipping from me. Talk to me; distract me from the pain until then,"
"What do you want me to talk about?" she asked.
Soon we start talking about a lot of things. I tell her why I want to protect the people on Chicken Island. I tell her about some of my important memories. We talk about who we want to protect. She only tells me that the only person she wanted to protect died. I tease her about protecting me. She hit me and I laugh. But soon it all ends. I finally succumb to the pain with her sweet voice and beautiful face dancing in my head.
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When I open my eyes, I see the bright sun and a colorful umbrella above me. Slowly, I sit up and look around in amazement. I'm at the beach back on Chicken Island. I move my hands beside me to clutch the hot sand. The sounds of the waves brushing against the shoreline. I laid on a hot pink beach towel. The sounds of music and people laughing filled my ears. Everything is as it should be except… it shouldn't.
"What's going on? How did I get back here? What happened, what I went through… was it all a dream? Did I finish my mission and just don't remember it? Am I even alive?" I asked myself as I felt my chest through my sweatshirt.
Suddenly, I jerked my head at the sound of someone calling my name. I look up and saw Cola, Dai Bo, Xiao Fei, He Dachun, and some of my other friends. They waved for me to come to them with wide smiles. I returned with my own smile before getting up and running towards them. I high-fived them as we chat. They want to have a water gunfight. We cheered and readied ourselves. We took off running towards a pile of them and wrestled each other for one. I struggled through the pile but finally got one.
I squirt Cola first. She laughed and shot back at me. I chase after her but stop when someone shot me in my ear. I turned to my left and saw Miss Thirteen with a water gun in her hand. I turned my attention to her, and we engaged in our own water fight. Jealous, the others joined in and soon it was Miss Plum and me against the others. As we fought back-to-back, sudden water drops rained above us. We turned to see that the Admiral stood on a tall chair with a hose and a large smile. Miss Plum and I looked at each other before we turned our guns on him. The day continued as we finished our water gunfight. Soon, people started to go their separate ways.
I mostly stayed with Miss Thirteen. We laughed and played in the sand. A little later, we took a nap on some towels with the umbrella over us. We didn't sleep too close together, but she was close enough that I could smell her cherry blossom scent. After our nap, we ran into the ocean together, her in a white bikini outfit and me in my black shorts and splashed each other. The sound of her laughter filled my ears and heart. I tackled her and we both fell under the water.
There we floated together, just the two of us under the water. Her green eyes pierced my dark brown ones. I reached for her hand and pulled her close to me. Her eyes were wide with surprise. When she was close enough, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her lips. I could feel her ridged body against mine but soon she relaxed and returned the kiss. The kiss didn't last long as I ran out of air. Uncool of me, I grabbed her hand and struggled to swim to the surface. As we both came up for air, she started hitting and screaming at me for the kiss. I didn't even try to block her playful attacks. Instead, I laughed at her and made her chase me until we tired ourselves out. Suddenly, I felt my surroundings change.
I opened my eyes to see that I was on my building's rooftop. The beautiful, star-filled night sky hung overhead and the soft glow of the city below. I looked down and saw two plates of food, two cups of yellow wine, and the bottle on the table. Across from me, Miss Plum sat and ate her food. My dark brown eyes traced her firm, thin frame. She wore a light blue free-flowing, sleeveless dress. The same one I bought her earlier in the year. Excitement filled me when I realized we were on a date. I cheered, causing her to look at me in confusion. I played it off and started eating and drinking myself. Throughout the night, we shared some conversation and playful teasing. Although she remained her emotionless self, I could tell that she was enjoying the night too.
Soon, the bottle of yellow wine was almost as empty as our plates, blushes on our faces, and the alcohol settled in our systems. The night became late and somehow, I convinced her to come down to my home. Suspiciously, I made sure that Dai Bo and Xiao Fei weren't home before I pulled her into my room. I tell her to watch her step and be careful. We end up just laughing at the other instead. It is rare hearing her beautiful laugh, but when I do, it makes me fall even more in love. And, unlike me, her steps are not as clumsy. As I fall to the ground and groan about how drunk I am, she just rolled her eyes and playfully called me stupid. After a while, she started to giggle with me.
We were two laughings, drunk fools in a world all our own. Nothing else mattered, just her and me. Soon, the laughter stopped, and we just stared at each other. As she moved to sit on the bed, our eyes never each other. I watched as she lightly bounced when she landed on my bed. Carefully and slowly, I push myself up on all fours and crawl towards her. I can feel her nervousness the closer I get; it matched my racing heartbeat. I stopped just in front of her clenched knees and sat back on my heels.
Her soft, full lips open just enough to let small gasps of air out. I let my eyes roam her perfect figure once more, etching every inch into my brain. The veins in her thin neck pulse outward with every breath she took. Her full, developed breasts entice me to come closer. Despite my desires, I stay where I'm at, afraid of scaring her off. Instead, I let her know I'm waiting for her to take the lead. After a while, she got my hints and scooted towards the edge of the bed. With shaky hands, she reaches towards my hair, but she stops short; almost as if she's asking for my consent. Without a word, I scooted closer to her, leaned my head within her reach, and closed my eyes. Just like her, I open my mouth enough to let out small breaths, trying to expel my personal anxieties.
I gasped when I felt her slender, delicate fingers reach for my hair tie. With slight hesitation, she slowly removed it, allowing my hair to fall around me. I opened my eyes just enough to see how long my hair is now.
"Man, I need to give myself a haircut at some point," I thought to myself before returning to the moment.
Next, I felt her pull me closer as her fingers play in my hair. I don't move, still afraid of scaring her off, until she made her next move. Sweat dripped from my hairline as her hands moved from my hair to the sides of my face. She lifted my face enough to stare into her beautiful, endless eyes. There was so much pain, so much fear, so much confusion, so much uncertainty in those beautiful orbs. I wanted to take it all away from her.
I waited for her to continue, but when she didn't, I made the next move. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around her thin waist and pulled her as close to me as possible as she remained on my bed. I thought my heart was going to explode when she opened her legs to let me get closer to her.
I was so close to her, like impossibly close. I was so closed that I closed my eyes and allowed her cherry blossom scent to devour me. One deep breath in was all I needed to etch her scent into my brain. And, with a long-exhaled breath, I opened my eyes to see the want in her eyes.
Without another thought, I push up and connect our lips. Unlike our previous kisses, she didn't tense up. She was relaxed and followed my lead. Our lips moved perfectly against each other in a somewhat sloppy motion. She wrapped her arms around my neck and laced her fingers within my hair. I pushed upward and made her lie on her back without breaking the kiss. One of my hands moved to her hip while the other traveled up to cup her breast. This caused her to pull on my hair hard. She used her tongue to coax out mine. When I opened my mouth, she started to nibble and suck on my bottom lip. I tightened my grip on both her hip and breast before using my hands to caress her thighs with light touches, while also moving in more between her legs.
With the increased intensity of our movements, so did our moans into the other's mouth. Our breaths ghosted over our faces as if we were one entity. This reminded me of when we would fight; side-by-side, back-to-back, like two halves of the same person. I can't officially say what this is between us, but I know that I would do anything to keep it from fading.
It could be the alcohol making this moment happen, but I didn't care. Hopefully, she didn't either. If I knew anything about Miss Plum, she would have tried to kill if she wasn't into this as much as myself, so that's a plus. Either way, I knew one thing was for sure… I was getting lucky tonight.
Before I knew it, our clothes were scattered across my floor and we were under the covers, naked as the day we were born. Her long, silky hair was loose from her braid and laid underneath her and on my bed. I was on top of her with her legs wrapped around my waist as her heels dug into my lower back. Both our fingers were tangled in the other's hair. Her moans, not loud enough to echo throughout the room, were loud enough in my ears; the same could be said for my grunts. My bed rocked with our movements, adding creaking sounds into the mix of various noises during our lovemaking.
Every now and again, I would lift my face to stare into her wanting eyes and see her face. It seems that no matter the situation, her face is truly one of great beauty. I don't know how long we were at it. All I know was that by the time I opened my eyes again, I was staring at the wall while spooning her back with my arms tightly wrapped around her.
Quietly, slowly, and reluctantly, I removed myself from her and rolled over to sit on the edge of the bed. The covers lazily draped over my legs and covered my dick and balls. I yawned and stretched my body out, moaning in relief and pleasure at the sound of my bones popping back into place. I looked down with a smile when I see my hair tie between her fingers. I reach down to grab my boxers and slid them on before sitting back onto the bed. I watch her shoulders and chest slowly rose and fell with each breath she took. Despite her being an assassin like me, she had the appearance of an angel; an angel sent from the gods themselves to save me from myself. My thoughts wander back to what just happened, causing my smile to widen.
Throughout the night, our hooded eyes would catch the other starting at the other, wondering what the other was thinking. I'm not sure what she was thinking. The only thing I hope for was that she was enjoying herself as much as I was and that I wasn't ugly.
"Wait, she can't think that I'm ugly. She wouldn't be here if she did, right? Of course, she wouldn't. She's too beautiful to be with just anyone… and for some reason, she chose to be with me. I guess she must really like me,"
I reached down to stroke her cheek but suddenly stop when the image of her became skewed with dark, dramatic lines. I gasp and jump off the bed. Suddenly, an intense pulse hit me in my heart, and I grabbed my chest. I screamed as I fell on my knees in pain. The darkness that I thought I escaped was back to devour me again. I tell myself that I must fight it, or it would overtake me. But every time I try to will the pain away, its intensity increased. The dark, evil purple aura surrounded me, my eyes turned red and formed slits, and I felt the grip on my sanity loosen with each passing second as I continued to scream.
Suddenly, I heard someone call my name. I looked up and saw Miss Plum sitting up with my covers pulled into her chest. I scream for her to get away, but she won't leave. I kept screaming at her, but she refused every time. I didn't want to hurt her however I didn't know how much longer I could control myself. In the end, it didn't matter. The darkness within me finally devoured me and I became feral. Miss Plum kept calling out to me, but I couldn't hear her sweet voice anymore. In fact, I barely recognized her at all. And before I knew it, I lunged at her and devoured her too.
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"THIRTEEN!" I yelled out in panic.
With wide, scared eyes, I look around and took in my surroundings. The rain had stopped. I was still in the abandoned house, and Miss Thirteen was sleeping next to me against the large tree trunk. I sighed in relief and leaned back against the same tree. I couldn't tell what time it was, but I knew it was late and more killers were coming for me. I couldn't keep endangering Thirteen. I knew I must leave if I wanted to keep her safe. I didn't immediately move from my spot. Instead, I allowed myself to breathe and think back to the dream I had. All my friends playing at the beach, my date with Thirteen, and how we spent the night in my room. It made me feel… human; a feeling I haven't had since some of my memories returned. It made me think about my future. With how injured I was, I had to also question if I even had a future after all of this was over.
I told Thirteen that I fought to protect Chicken Island because that was where most of my best memories, my friends and family lived, and where I met her. Before I left, I knew that having my memories back would change my life, but I guess I never realized how much. After I killed the head of the Killer League, would I even be allowed to return to Chicken Island? I'm already a wanted criminal with a large bounty on my head. If I returned, I would only be putting them in danger. I don't mind constantly fighting to protect them, but I can't do that if I'm the reason they need protecting. Hell, I don't even know if I'll be alive after all of this is over. But… I think I knew that already. Maybe… I thought I could keep living that lie… just for a little while longer.
"Who am I kidding? There's no happy endings for people like me, monsters like me,"
Another shockwave of pain shot through my body and heart. I grabbed my chest and bit my arm to cover my screams. Thirteen was sleeping peacefully. I didn't want to wake her or have her keep protecting me. I must leave if I want to keep her safe too. I waited for the pain to pass before grabbing my sword and using it to stand. My legs felt weak from me sitting too long, but I finally got the feeling back in them and made my way to the door; leaving my clothes behind for Thirteen to find when she woke.
With my hand on the door and a deep sigh, I turned back towards where Thirteen slept. The bright moonbeams hit her face and body perfectly, making her look just like an angel. A sad smile played on my lips when I thought about my dream and that that was all it was ever going to be… just a dream… At least… for a little while… I could forget this life. I could forget who I was, am, or who I used to be. I could forget that I was a wanted criminal. I was only Seven: the most talented hairstylist on Chicken Island and possibly Miss Thirteen's future boyfriend. But that's not me. That was only a temporary life. Eventually, my real life would finally catch up to me, but that's ok. That's what I wanted anyway. To know who I was, where I came from, and what was I like before I lost my memories. I must have been someone else besides the famous Killer Seven, or maybe that was all I ever was. I won't know unless I finished this journey. And even if I don't make it out alive, at least I know that my home, friends and family, and Thirteen was safe. That's what mattered the most to me.
"Thank you, Thirteen, for taming this ugly monster,"
With a final smile, I closed the door and continued my journey into the night; unaware of the road or enemies ahead, and the sudden, intense pulses through my body tagging along. This was to be the longest journey I had ever taken. I just hope that, even in my dreams, I will survive long enough to see Miss Plum at the beach again.
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The End!