Violet rested her head against the cold metal door. She attempted to dry her tears away with the back of her hand, but new ones kept spilling down. She sniffled and covered her mouth with her hand, stopping herself from sobbing again. All this crying was making her nauseous. She closed her eyes momentarily, before standing up.

She should have known this from this beginning. Honestly, had she thought he was just gonna let her walk away once all this was over? Of course not! But deep inside, she had always known. There was no way he was ever gonna feel for her what she did for him.

'No,' she thought as she laid down on the bed and huddled together. 'I feel nothing for him. Nothing.'

And yet, she knew she was lying to herself. Cause though she knew he would eventually kill her, she couldn't stop herself from thinking about him. And not in the way one would think about a murderer. No, not that way at all. Her blood started boiling, and her face turned a crimson red when those thought came up. No, defiantly not the way one would think about a murderer.

She buried her blushing face in the pillow and closed her eyes. It wasn't long before sleep overtook her.

She was woken up later by a gentle hand on her shoulder. Yawning, she turned around and opened her eyes.

"Hey."

His voice sounded friendly, but Violet wasn't fooled. Angrily she shrugged his hand away and rolled over again, facing the wall.

"Go away."

He shook his head. "No."

She growled and closed her eyes, ignoring his intoxicating presence. "Yes! Go away."

"No, I wont," he repeated. "Not until you listen to what I have to say."

"Why cant you just leave me alone?"

"Because I don't want to," he said honestly. Violet turned around slightly and looked at him.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not sure... But I want you to listen to me."

She sighed and laid on her back. "What can you possibly have to say to me that's so important?"

"Violet, I'm not gonna tell you unless I have your full attention."

"You wont have," she snapped. "What a shame. Now get the hell out of here!"

"No. Why are you being so difficult?" he asked, clearly annoyed. Violet glared at him, then sat up, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"You just told me you're gonna kill me, so excuse me for being a little apprehensive."

"You have your full right to see me as an asshole, but at least listen," Syndrome tried. "I need to talk to you about..."

"... How your gonna kill me?" Violet cut him of. "Or do you have another weird invention you need to try on me?"

Syndrome sighed. "No. I just need to tell you, that I'm really sorry about the way I've been treating you. I had no right to be like that, even if you are my prisoner. And Violet, about the 'getting-rid-of-you' thing..."

"What about it?" she asked and looked down.

"Listen, I'm sorry I told you that way. I didn't intend for you to find out..."

"So you thought it would be better if I didn't know it?" she asked him angrily. "God, how can you even..."

"Please," he cut her off. "That's not... not what i meant. I was gonna break it to you more gently. I know I came of as a jerk, but I'm really not. And I'm sorry that I hurt you," he added and looked at her hand. "I'm really sorry."

Violet continued looking down, hiding behind her dark hair. She didn't know how to react. One side of her wanted to yell and insult him, while the other one really wanted to hear what he had to say. Puzzled, she looked out at him through her dark mane, narrowing her eyes a bit.

"Why are you suddenly being so nice?" she asked. He tilted his head to the side. "What do you mean?"

"When I first got here, you were all creepy, and now... you're nice."

"Still not following you."

"I mean... Sometimes you're really mean, but then, suddenly you change into this sweet and gentle guy. It's like you're some sort of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. And it's confusing me," she told him.

Syndrome moved closer to her. "Confusing you?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I don know if you're the good bad guy or the bad bad guy. And it makes it impossible for me to hate you!"

Violet gasped when she realised what she had just said. "I... I mean..." But it was to late. By the look on Syndrome's face, she could tell that he had heard.

"You don't hate me?" Violet could have sworn she heard something close to hope in his voice, but dismissed it quickly. Instead, she looked down shamefully.

'Why did I say that? I hate him! I really do. Don't I?'

She closed her eyes and thought hard. Searching deep inside herself, she came to the conclusion that...

"No. I don't hate you."

"Why not?"Syndrome asked.

Violet looked at him through her dark hair. "When I first got here, you were mean. You know, threatening and evil. But then, suddenly, you started acting differently. Just over night, it seemed like you changed. And it made me think differently of you. I thought that maybe you weren't so bad."

She pulled her legs up underneath her chin and wrapped her arms around them.

"But then, you suddenly flipped. And you were evil again. But now..." She stopped, wondering why she was telling him this. He wasn't supposed to know. But it felt so good finally letting her feeling out.

Syndrome, who had silent the whole time, suddenly leaned towards her. Violet jumped slightly, but stayed seated as he moved closer. And then, he gently reached out and pushed the hair away from her face.

Violet shuddered inwardly. His touch was so soft, and it felt so good. She silently wished he wasn't wearing gloves. Just the thought of having him touch her with his bare hands made her skin tingle.

"There. Now I can see you," he said and pushed the last locks behind her ear. She bit her lip nervously and met his eyes. He was looking at her with a gentle expression, which made Violet feel safe. She returned his smile slightly and relaxed a bit. Only then did she realise he was still stroking her hair.

"Violet," he said. "I'm sorry I told you about my plan that way."

"It's okay," she mumbled. "What more can you expect from a person who hates supers."

Syndrome dropped his hand. "I don't hate you."

"Huh?"

"I can't say I'm a fan of supers, but I kinda like you."

"Right... You're just saying that because I told you that I..."

"... Don't hate me," he finished. "It's true, but I mean what I'm saying. I like you. You're sweet. You have a personality."

"I have as much personality as a washcloth," she grunted.

"No you don't. You're a strong person. You're kind and pretty..."

"Sorry, what?"

"What?"

"What did you just say?"

"I didn't say anything," he claimed and moved away. "Nothing at all."

'God, I'm such an idiot! I shouldn't be telling her this. She's not supposed to know.'

Violet frowned. "You're doing it again," she said in a low, monotone voice. Syndrome lifted an eyebrow.

"Doing what?"

"Confusing me."

'I'm confusing myself,' he thought as he leaned back.

"Well, sorry for being nice. I thought that was what you wanted."

"What I want is to go home," she said aggressively.

He chuckled. "You know that's not gonna happen. So I guess you'll just have to settle for the next best thing."

"And that's you being nice?" she questioned. He nodded.

"Unless you'd rather have me being evil."

"No, of course not," she mumbled.

"Good. Then that's settled."

They were both silent for a while. Violet wondered why Syndrome didn't leave, and Syndrome wondered why he didn't want to leave. He looked at her, thinking about something to say. What could he possibly talk to her about that wouldn't scare the crap out of her?

"I assume you got something to eat last night," he tried. "I ordered one of my men to bring you something, but I didn't get the chance to check if he really did."

"Oh, don't worry, he did. He gave me some nasty stuff which he claimed was soup."

"And by the tone of your voice, I'm guessing you didn't like it." Violet glanced at him.

"Damn right I didn't," she told him. "It tasted like dishwater.

"Sorry to hear that."

"It's fine. I know this is not the Plaza. I'm your prisoner, remember?"

He smiled sadly at her, when an idea suddenly formed in his mind.

"Maybe we could have dinner together."

Violet's head snapped up. "Dinner?"

'Dinner?' his own mind repeated. 'Why did I say that?'

'Because you wanna be with her,' another part of him shot back. 'And an intimate dinner is just what you need to get closer to her.'

"Yes," Syndrome replied. "You know, just so I can assure you get some real food." He tried smiling, but it ended up as a weird, psychotic grimace. Violet quickly sat up, moving away from him slightly.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why should we have dinner?"

Syndrome ran his fingers through his orange hair, his eyes darting back and fourth furiously.

"Because... because I thought it would be nice, and that maybe..."

He dropped his hand and stood up.

"You know what? Just forget I asked."

He turned around and got ready to leave, when Violet suddenly grabbed his arm. Shocked, Syndrome turned towards her. He stared at her with wonder and anger mixed on his features, while Violet looked back at him with something he couldn't quite define. He opened his mouth to speak, but Violet placed a finger on his lips.

"I didn't say didn't want to."

Behind the mask, his blue eyes widened.

"I would love to have dinner with you."

"Really?"

She nodded. "Yes."

Syndrome tried keeping a cool facade, but inside him, a thousand butterflies were flying around. He was having dinner with her. With Violet.

"Okay then," he said. "We'll have dinner. Tomorrow night?"

"Fine with me," she told him, suddenly smiling.

'What am I doing?' she asked herself, while she continued looking up at Syndrome. She smiled at him and giggled softly, while she felt the blood rush to her cheeks.

'I'm flirting with him! No Violet, stop flirting!' But she couldn't. As if by their own will, her hands moved up to his shoulders, lingering there while she continued smiling.

Syndrome looked at her as she laughed softly, and gently ran her hands up his arms. Every little vain in his body was throbbing with repressed desire, and his heart was beating so fast he almost thought it would explode. There she was, in front of him, touching him. Looking more beautiful then ever. It was to much. Slowly, he leaned a bit closer to her, his lips tingling, burning to touch hers.

Violet saw him move closer to her, and immediately stopped smiling. Every muscle in her body tensed, and she attempted to push him away.

"It's... it's properly getting late," she stammered. "And I'm kind of tired."

Syndrome moved away, bitter disappointment written on his face. He had been so close. So close to getting what he had wanted ever since she had gotten there. He licked his suddenly very dry lips and moved away.

"Fine. I have to go. I have a lot of work to do."

It wasn't that Violet didn't want to kiss him. Actually, it was something she was longing to do. To fell his lips against hers would be so new and exciting, but also scary. Unthinkable. She couldn't let it happen. It was fun thinking about Syndrome, but kissing him would be reality. She was still a super, and he was the villain. They were like water and oil, unmixable.

'Maybe he didn't try to kiss me,' she thought. 'Maybe it was just my girlish imagination. I mean, why would he want to kiss me?'

'Maybe for the same reasons he wants to have dinner with you,' another part of her added. She chose to ignore this, not wanting to get her hopes up. She looked at Syndrome, and could tell by the look on his face that he was angry. Well, maybe not angry, but annoyed.

"Wait!" she cried, just as he was about to leave. He turned around. "Now what?" he asked in a bored voice.

"I'm really looking forward to that dinner," she said. Syndrome nodded.

"Yeah, me to."

"I really mean it," she told him and smiled the best she could.

All his anger disappeared in a flash, and Syndrome couldn't help but smile back. She was so cute. With her big expressive eyes, dark hair and cute little nose, she was just the definition of beauty.

"Well, I'll guess I'll see you then," he said and opened the door. "Tomorrow night."

Violet grinned. "Tomorrow night."

A/N: I really dislike this chapter! I rewrote it 3 times, and still not happy about it. Maybe it's just cause I'm in such a negative mode. I'm nervous about exams, I'm sad cause school is ending... All that. Please bear over with me. I'll properly cheer up when exams are over.

By the way, thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed so far. Reviews make me happy, so keep them coming ;)