Wow, okay so GONNA BE UPFRONT

sexual assault mention/ suicide mention.

anyways I'm back with chapter 3. I'm gonna try and wrap this up no more than 10 chapters, also I just read 310 of seven deadly sins and i'm emotionally compromised.

"Huh?" Kluke huffed in disbelief, her lips opened with a puzzled look on her fair face.

"What? you heard me, it's time to eat, I literally have no idea when the last time you ate was. So, you gotta be hungry?" He said in a matter of fact tone. Kluke could only bat her eyes trying to put his actions together.

"Th-Thank you." She mumbled, her lips parted slightly as she stared at him. She thought to herself, what is this guy trying to pull? Why didn't he kill me back then? Her hair was still slightly damp on her cold cheeks, as she tucked a stray thread behind her ears.

He cocked an eyebrow as he put the metal tray down on his small desk.

"It's not poisoned or anything." He said moving some stacks of paperwork to the side.

"That's not what I was really thinking." She trailed off to him.

Kluke felt cold as she discreetly licked her bottom lip. Shooting ice daggers into the man in front of her she continued.

"I'm sure if you were to kill me, you'd have put that bullet through my skull back then." She said, her face cold as she made her unsettling remark. He didn't seem like the kind of man to kill her with poison. No she remembered his threat just after she had got those children in the escape pode. The slightly warm barrel of the freshly fired gun under her chin. His cruel eyes. This man is plotting something, trying to bribe her with food somehow?

He was bent slightly forward, as he tilted his head up to her, his eyebrows set deep as his expression, cold dug into her. She tried to hold strong but she quickly crumbled from his glare. She pressed her lips together as she remembered the relief she felt when she thought it was over. Only to wake up again, to this. Her eyes darted away no longer able to meet his eyes.

"Haa" Andropov breathed out in a deep huff. Such an interesting response. Such an interesting girl...

"Sit, I want you to eat, then I'm taking you to the ward." He said coldly, pulling around a chair that had been against the wall, placing it on the side of the desk closest to me.

"I-" Kluke shuddered "Im not hungry.." She spoke turning her head away. The ward he says? That's his goal? I wont allow him to manipulate me. When he turns his back. Ill find a way out of here. Or i'll die trying.

"So what is Telta anyways?" Andropov provoked as he leaned across the table, taking a bite of her bread.

Kluke let out a deep gasp as her mouth gaped open, She spun her head round so fast you thought it might spin off. Glaring daggers at his blue eyes, she grit down on her teeth.

"How did you?" she questioned, words escaping her as her jaw clenched, the tightness of her chest unbearable.

"Relax i haven't done anything yet. I told you what I specialize in, I created a software to lift the coordinates off the trigger pad. I just looked them over on a map and put it together."

"If you! If you hurt those children!" she tried to yell but her chest was too tight for such a pitch of tone. Her eyes burned as she wrinkled her eyebrows, if a look could kill Andropov would be dead on the floor. Klukes only reason to live is to protect those children, at least in her mind.

"I just said I haven't done anything, yet." He growled. "I won't inform Lord Nene, well that is if you be a good girl." He started walking towards her. "And eat up." standing in front of her and leaning down to her eyes. The storm of the seas, Crashing in the lush forests. "And, do what I say." he hissed as he finished his taunts. Klukes face scrunched as she wanted to hit this man. Her fists were clenched so tight it began to tear open the fresh scabs.

Don't cry, don't cry.

His face dropped to a rather nonchalant look, like he was almost bored. He shot his arm up and pointed back at his desk.

"Eat up." he said, not breaking eye contact with her.

Compliant, unable to persuade her enemy. It was too risky to endanger those kids. she released her hands and they screamed from the grip, as blood began to run in the seams of her palm. Now making her way over to the elegant looking chair. She sank into it, the bottom stiff , covered a white upholstered seat and an arched wooden back.

She took in the sight of the food in front of her. It was truly like nothing the rations her and the children could have quite literally thrown at them. The food was grey, and often cold or moldy. But it was what they were given. Kluke had always made sure each child ate something, before herself. Often than not skipping meals.

But this was nothing like it. On a regal platter, with gold trimmed handles, a small cup of tea, a wooden honey wand and, a small lip of cream. A bowl of some sort of potato based creamy soup, wafted with a savory aroma. Beside atop a small white plate the tiny baguette, that Andropov had taken a munch out of. Lastly a salad of sorts, with long leafy greens and a wedge of tomato, with an oil and herbs spun around it.

She wished she could give something like this to the kids, no that fact that people ate like this, while they starved children? Klukes first clenched in her lap as she scowled.

Andropov broke her thought as he plopped down in front of her, resting his elbow on the desk.

"Eat." he ordered at her, still what that passively annoying expression. With a fluttered blink she picked up the shiny metal spoon, it was cold and well crafted, the hilt ended in a floral embroidered curve. Nothing like what she had back home.

Andropov watched her with his arms crossed, her hands shook ever so slightly as she took a scoop of the once steaming soup and brought it to her lips. Her eyes soften as she chewed and swallowed. Her hands came to a rest as he watched her eyes begin to pool. Kluke hated the food, it was good. No delicious, better than anything she could remember. She had been so hungry for so long, she could only feel like crying at the anger of it all.

Andropov watched her eat in silence, she always seemed to be on the verge of crying. But he was satisfied, he needed her in working health. With his goal accomplished he decided to, in the mean time to review the documents in front of him.

a short while had passed when I noticed she had stopped eating, and I turned my paper forward to look at her.

"I said eat." I spat at her. Feeling crossed at her being stubborn.

"I'm- I'm already very full" She spoke in a light tone, looking down at her lap.

She hadn't eaten very much after inspection, so I gave her a frown, I took a breath before I went to speak again, but a tear finally dropped, escaping her emerald orbs.

"This is much more, that I've had to eat in a while." She breathed, quickly bringing her hand to her face wiping her tear away. I saw her hands. Her nails had blood in the dips of them, while the center of her palm, had 4 red cuts. Displeased, but not wishing to further her self harm I sighed.

"Alright." I decided not to protest, her crying made me feel annoyed and I didn't want her to continue.

I reached across and took a sip of her tea, she gave me odd eyes, as she had drank from it as well.

"What they didn't bring me one?" I joked with the teacup close to my lips.

"It's yours now." she huffed. I chuckled slightly at her. This was mine to begin with. The warm sweetened tea touched my lips as I took back a sip, then placed it back in front of her. So I continued to read my work. I noticed she had not touched her fork, her eyes glanced down at his and her eyebrows tightened just a hair.

"If you're thinking of stabbing that fork into my neck or something, you went get far, people always bang on that door for something, I also upped the security on this floor, plus no key cards or palm prints, the lock keys are individually set with an eye scan." He told her while his eyes read the page in front of him. turning a page over he grinned ever so slightly.

"But it would be fun to watch you try." he provoked her.

The thought of trying to run may have crossed her mind, she hated him. What a sick man, he would feel pleasure for such an action?

She sat there quietly nonetheless, looking down at her tender hands. She reconciled the lives she took yesterday. The taste of metal. The burn of leather in her hands. The bruises on her stomach and shoulders from the fire of the gun. Making Romu take a life, in her weakness. No never preventing these children from being taken from her home in the first place. Her mouth was dry and her head pounded. She brought her hand up and rested her fingers on her forehead letting her eyes close.

4 lives, she had taken 4 lives yesterday, but she was guilty for 5 wasnt she? To take a life, when she had only ever saved them.

A strangled cry left her lips, like her lungs had been punctured with tiny small holes. With the grief escaping her, she melted into her own fragility.

Andropov looked over at her again. Putting her papers down he sat up, grabbing her attention she shot up to look at him.

"Get up, we're going on a field trip." He spoke putting his hand out for her. But she rebuked him and used the table to hold her weight as she got up. Kluke was so frail that she felt her body weight change from just the small meal she had eaten.

Andropov pouted as he withdrew his hand to tucked his arms across his chest.

"Kluke," he began his tone jarring in volume causing her shoulders to jolt "Outside these doors you will address me as Lieutenant only, do you understand?"

Kluke paused for a moment before giving a small nod, holding her hands in front of her chest.

"Lastly, do not leave my side today. Not even for a second." he spoke this more gentle, making her eyebrows soften as she nodded again.

"I understand." She breathed.

"Sir, you understand sir." He corrected her curtly.

They had finished getting ready, he gave her a pair of socks and slippers, they were a bit big but Andropov said he would have something more suitable later. She watched from a few steps back, as he put on a button up collared shirt, and flung a dark blue fastened battledress. He buttoned up the center as she thought. She remembered what he wore yesterday, this seemed like the dressed up version of it. But he still draped that long scarf loosely around his neck and shoulders. It matched her dress.

"Follow." he spoke as he led her out the door. Stepping out her chest was tight, she trailed close behind him. He seemed to be her keeper. Kluke could tell he was someone of importance, he had his own room, and a general aura of command and danger. He held a tight cord around her throat it seemed. To keep those kids safe she would have to do what he asked, for now.

"Good Morning sir!" Guards saluted him as we passed them, but he only gave them a small nod or didn't even acknowledge them at all. I could feel the cold slithingering glares snake around my body. Constricting my chest as I felt it was hard to breathe.

I had never been in this area. The walls were grey sheet metal, with large bolts. It felt less like a cage, with the firm flooring, not the grates like floor on her level. She looked at the wall as they turned. Large black letters smeared in paint that read 31.

31? there is 31 floors to this monster? How does it stay afloat? Its an entire city. She gwuacked at the idea of it.

"Keep up." Andropov barked at Kluke making her walk a little faster. She felt like she was almost running to try and keep up with his strong strides. It was tiring to keep pace with him. she could only let out light pants as her body was still so tired from long days, little sleep and poor food. She looked up at Andropov's back, it was large and his upper body broad like a triangle of sorts, his scarf swayed behind him with each step he took. Kluke tried to figure him out what, she could only wonder what his angle was. Where was this odd feeble kindness coming from? or was it a trap so she would lower her guard?

They walked for what seemed like a while, he opened gates and guards questioned my presence, but although Andropov said nothing they shot up with their backs straight apologizing.

Everyone seems so terrified of this man. She could only imagine what look he must of gave them.

We stood in front of an open arch, a greenish light poured in but I was standing right behind him and could not see passed him. He took then a step to the side and turned left to face me. "This is the medical ward. Our last doctor killed himself so we need one, again I didn't understand why you were cleaning." He put it flatley. Killed themselve? Kluke swallowed, how did the previous doctor get brought to such a conclusion. Her heart raced as the answer was obvious to her. Because these people are monsters.

Kluke took an unsure step forward. A firm gloved hand on her back, gentily pressing her inside. She walked into the room, hospital beds lined the floor, about 6 of them. Many cabinets and medicine shelves. A large mirror and other medical supplies. The room smelled almost stale. It was ambient and white, with a uncomfortable to the eyes light from above. But it was familiar, a nostalgic sense, as she thought of her parents treating patients back home.

"What do you think?" Andropov asked her softly. His eyes widened as they came to set again, it was the first time since yesterday he had seen her smile. It was soft and pure, she was thinking of a memory he was sure of it. But it gave him pleasure to see it nonetheless.

"May I look around?" she turned to ask him "Um sir." she finished her eyes darting away a bit. He gave a smile of his own now pleased at her words, he nodded. Removing his hand from her back she stepped forward. He looked at her small frame as her hair swayed. His eyes set on the large red grand kingdom insignia on the back of her dress.

Kluke pulled out the droors, some of them were empty. while some had standard tools, medical supplies, and old paperwork.

One heart monitor, some I.v. bags and stands. This must be where he got mine. A drawer full of sanitary needles. She opened a case with assorted herbs and labeled powderes.

Amazing. She thought, there are so many more things than what she had back home. If she had supplies like this she could have helped so many more people. Could have helped...

"Aaaaah" a man groaned as he turned in the room.

Kluke spun on her heel to look at who it was. He was a tanned man with short spiky brown hair, he was in a work tanktop and black pants, his hand was over his shoulder as some blood dripped out his pressed fingers.

The man's eyes closed as he opened them and blinked a few times.

"L-l-l-lieutenant! Andropov! SIR!" The man practically screamed as he shot his bloody hand up in a saluet. He was very clearly not expecting anyone in here, let alone us.

"S-s-s-s-sSorry! Sir I just gashed! My arm!" He exclaimed as he tried to stand up as straight as possible, fumbling harshly on his own words.

Andropov didn't seem amused as he stared blankly at the young man.

The young man put a hand behind his head as he scratched it.

"I just came for some bandaids." he chuckled awkwardly.

"Well then. Doctor patch him up ." Andropov said to me, at first I was taken aback, insure for a moment, before I locked eyes with the man, his face was kinda goofy, and he had a small nose, but his eyes were bright and honest brown, they reminded her of Romu's.

"Oh wow, um if you don't mind then Doc?" He laughed with his hand back over his arm.

Andropov watched as Kluke had him sit on a bed. She asked him how this happened as she looked at it with care. He thought it strange that him raising his voice made her jump but not at the sight of blood? she seemed calm unlike before, admierest in the familiarity of her element. But Andropov was becoming annoyed again, Kluke had already smiled twice at this man. Not to mention giving him so much attention. His finger started to tap his biceps as he crossed his arms.

She went and grabbed a brownish bottle on a damp cloth.

"How strong are you?" she asked him with a soothing tone. The man flushed as he puffed his chest out.

"Well I'm the strongest there is!" He joked pointing his thumb towards his chest in self admiration. Andropov's eyebrows twitched a bit. He was already starting to sizzle, maybe this wasn't a good idea. But he was soon chipper once again as she pressed the cloth to his wound, making the soldier let out a howl.

"Owchiie!" he yelped, kicking his legs a bit.

"Deep breaths, you're the strongest remember?" She joked with a smile and closed eyes.

Kluke disinfected the wound. Then came back with a needle she filled from a strange capsule. A ting came over me unsure what she was going to do next.

"What is that?" the guy asks her like he read my thoughts.

"Pain Killer, I need to stitch your arm closed, or it will take weeks to heal. And could lead to infection." She put bluntly. Andropov now thoroughly amused at this guys pain he could only grin ever so slightly.

"If your afraid look away." She said as the guy turned his head away, but he was met with Andropov's evil grin. He could only sweat as he didn't know what sight was worse. Was it the sadistic grin from the lieutenant, or this long needle pressing under his skin?

"You're doing great I'm almost done." Kluke assured him.

Just after a few more moments she was complete.

"Wowie!" he said turning his body over to look at his arm. "You patched me up right quick."

He laughed acting like he never acted like a cowardly wimp.

"What's your name?" He asked her taking her hands in his own, clearly forgetting his place.

"K-Kluke." She mumbled moving her head back with an awkward smile on her face, clearly feeling slightly uncomfortable Andropov clenched his fist tightly.

"And what's your name?" Andropov hissed at him making him welp as he stood up straight.

"Uuh-Uh Cadet Riley Sir!" he said loudly letting go of Kluke's small hands.

"Okay cadet, then get back to work!" Andropov ordered coldly before he would just removed him himself.

"Wait!" kluke called out making both men turn their heads to her.

Come back in 4 days, so I can remove the stitches, keep it clean and don't play with it, okay?" she said taking a step towards Riley with a small smile, He could only nod maybe one to many times with a dumb grin on his red cheeks.

"Dismissed." Andropov roared. The man with a yip and a wide step zoomed out the ward without a word.

"Is it okay if I disinfect the tools? Sir.." She asked him meekly, he frowned a bit as he closed the distance between them, feeling grumpy at her sudden coldness towards him.

"You may." he spoke lightly to her. Hoping to prompt her smile again, but she only looked away a bit.

She turned to clean up, as I plopped a seat on one of the beds.

"How did you become a doctor?" I asked her as she turned off a tap.

"I'm not a real doctor, I never went to a fancy school far away." She started her back still turned to him. "But my parents were, and they made me their apprentice. "She told him.

"Why'd they take you and not them?" He didn't like the words as he said them. He heard a hurt gasp escape her lips as her body visually crumpled a bit. Damn it, that's not what I wanted. he cursed himself

"They died." she whispered, but I heard it.

Andropov pressed a thin line on his lips. He thought of saying sorry, or asking something else but he wasn't sure what. She had turned to face him, he thought maybe she would be crying, but her face was just hung with a sorrow that made his heart sting.

"I'm good now." she said looking down at the floor. I swallowed and slid off the bed. I walked up to her, she was small. She looked down at the ground, before shuffling slightly.

"You didn't take anything did you?" I asked her, slowly she lifted her head, her eyes darkened as she took her head. Then Kluke took a step to the side. Showing him the clean tools, as if to say. Everything's right here.

Maybe I'll search her?

"Lets go." He said pulling her arm roughly out of the ward.

I led her back to my suite. Andropov was more annoyed than before. That kid gushing over her, then how he put that look on her face, it's not what he had planned. But Andropov wasn't paying attention, Kluke was tired, and could barely keep up with his fast pace. The gates opened faster than she could keep up. He stormed down halls and passed a of set guards but he turned quickly and Kluke lost her footing as she smacked her face into a closed gate. A guard pushed her back and she fell hard on her bottom. Two men with large rifles cocked their gun at her.

"You don't have access." One man bellowed, with a snide smile. Kluke clumsily got to her feet as the cold sweat of fear fell from her brow.

"Lt. Andropov ordered me to return with him" She spoke hesitantly, swallowing harsly her heart now racing.

"We never heard such orders." The man laughed taking a step towards her. She with caution took a step back.

Andropov was still marching when he stopped suddenly.

"I'm sorry for what I said back there." He said straight up, he waited for her reply but he didn't hear anything. Annoyed again he turned to confront her again but. Uh, where is she?

He paused for a moment, I told her to keep up. Fuck where did she go? He made a dash back down the hallway.

Had she tried to make a brake for it? Did someone grab her? Where did she go? Many thoughts raced in his mind as he ran.

Panic set in as Kluke was slammed against the cold metal wall, with a rough thud. The men laughed as they forced a gun deep inside her mouth, she tasted the cold metal, it made her almost choke, the taste of a gun metal reminded Kluke of the taste of blood, it gave her the fear that she had been shot somehow and was tasting her own blood.

"If I remember correctly, you're that little escapee? Me and the others had been watching you get hosed down a few times." He moaned in her ear. "I loved those shrieks you made." Kluke screamed into the gun as she struggled, a thin line of saliva dripping down her chin. Kluke began to thrash in the man's grasp, He laughed out as he slammed the gun down her throat making her gag. Stomach acid burned her throat.

"Hey hold her still for me!" the other taller man laughed cruelly as he started to loosen his belt.

Someone help me.

The Gate slammed open as Andropov stood there eyes wide as he let out a huff. Andropov only looked ahead, Klukes blouse was opened and the side of her white lace bra showed. Her arms pinned above her head and a gun in her mouth. A stream of tears fell from her eyes as they begged me for some kind of help.

"What the FUCK! Is going on here!?" he roared at them, a tone I had never heard from anything thing before, not a beast nor a man. the guard turned to his side and tripped over his loose pant leg, his belt buckle in hand as he got his footing.

"S-sir Andropov. We um!" the man holding the assault rifle in Klukes mouth shuddered.

"She attacked us Sir, we were just subduing her. Before we could call you!" the other man said fixing his pants.

Kluke let out a muffled wail as she struggled against the man.

A tense pause. The man moved away from kluke as she dropped from her body weight, hands shaking at the ground as she coughed slightly. Her arms trembled as she felt cold, she started to wheeze, she was too afraid to look up, only looking down at the cold hard ground she sobbed a bit.

"Yeah sir, she tried to take our guns and shoot us!" the man insisted. Andropov walked forward making the guards lurch away in fear. Standing next to Kluke, he picked her up in a cradle of his arms. He rested her bottom in one arm and pushed her head into his chest with the other. She was so light, much lighter than he thought.

Kluke began to cry in his chest, her eyes seeing just over his shoulder. His hair smelled nice, and his coat was warm against her cheek. He pressed her head into the curve of his neck

"I'm sorry I was late." He whispered. A tender tone she didn't know he could make.

"Sir we didn't know she was your pet." a man stuttered out.

Kluke didn't see anything, but she felt this warm glow pool around her whipping her hair up like some kind of wind.

"Keep your eyes closed dear." he whispered in a deep gruff.

She obeyed not sure what was going on clenching the fabric of his back.

The sound of a scream echoes as a loud ripp like pierce shot through her ears. Lights flickered as the sound of whispers and gurgles emanated from behind her. Her heart rate increased as the warmth left. She knew something violent had happened, she felt it in her core, as cold sweat dampened her body.

Andropov walked out the gate and allowed it to close behind him. He didn't let Kluke go as she trembled trying to put together as of what just happened to those men? He held her weight in one arm as he punched a code into a keypad.

"2 men have been just disciplined, the 31st block, 5th gate. I want them cleaned up and replaced immediately." He demanded, his tone gritty and scary.

"Yes sir!" a voice called back out.

She didn't know how much time had passed, or how far he had walked. But he held her close the entire time. She clenched his shoulder tightly as she hid her face in his chest. She only whimpered softly as she wished she was never taken here.

He had returned to his room. He walked in and sat on his bed, the new sheets pooling under his weight. Her bottom rested now on his lap as she clung tightly to him. Tightly to some kind of buoyant raft. Some to keep her afloat as she felt she was drowning in fear.

"Kluke." He began "We're in my room. It's okay now." He tried coaxing her. But she didn't move. She only let out a ragged breath.

He admitted defeat and held her close, she was so light and small, he could feel the bones pop of her spine as he rubbed her back. She began to cry softly in his chest. Her whimpers meek and pitiful.

"I'm sorry." he huffed, truly not knowing what to do. What a disgrace, to be so caught up in himself he didn't notice 1 girl slip away.

A short while passed and they stayed like this. He had leaned back on his bed and she stayed on his chest. Her breath had settled as she began to coo in a light slumber. God dammit, he thought. How was he going to get up? Fuck i'm stuck here. That kitten he had taken in now asleep on his chest, he found it too cruel to move and wake her. Accepting defeat he lay with her. Wondering if she might be cold as she mumbled in her rest.

So cute. He thought a her wordless mumbles. Running his hand through her loose auburn locks, silky from the creme rinse of her shower.

A hard knock at his door launched her awake as she looked down from on top of him. The buttons on her dress still open as it showed her exposed white bra, that he had given her to wear. With one hand on his chest, and one leg between his thighs, her face went beet red.

Although it was amusing he shifted her off and walked towards the door, opening it.

Kluke watched as she felt wide awake, he turned to give her a slight cut eye and stepped out the door closing it behind him. She felt like that was his way of telling her to stay put. So she sat. Thinking, and remembering how he carried her, feeling flushed and embarrassed at her prior state she looked around. She couldn't hear them talking so they must have walked off she figured. I'm sure to deal with that had happened prior.

What was that strange wind? And that warmth? It felt like nothing she had felt before. Like engulfed in a magic light. And those men, they must be dead. She knew it in her core.

Kluke poor legs were so tired. She had used more energy the past 24 hours than in a month. She doted on the idea that it had only been 24 hours, since the children escaped. Did Andropov really keep his word? Was he truly going to let them escape in exchange for her services? She fell back onto his pillows making the bed spring slightly with her fall. Silky and warm the pillow where Andropov's head was laying smelled like him ever so. Like cinnamon and leather.

She felt slightly sick, tired, and thirsty. Laying she thought of those guards. Are those kinds of men she has to aid? She curled into a ball as she thought of their touch, it disgusted her. She was only separated from Andropov for a moment and they had leaped at the opportunity to try and force themselves on her. What if Andropov had not returned? Or what if he chose to do nothing at all? She trembled as she wrapped her arms around herself.

Her dress still open. She fumbled with her shaky hands pushing the buttons close. A ragged breath crept out her lungs as she cried. She knew what those men had intended for her. If she had died, would Andropov keep his word still?

Her body soon fell into a rest again as exhaustion took hold. Time flew by, till she began to stir, her orbs of green fluttered open as she awoke. With her eyes half lidded she looked ahead. The bathroom door was cracked but the was light off, only a dim warm reddish yellow light dulley bloomed behind her. She lay silent for a moment, it was clearly night now. She heard a rough exhale coming from the distance behind her. She clutched the silky sheets, and took notice to a warm quilt that had been draped over her. Who?

She heard the sound of a scribble from a pen, and then paper shifting. Worried suddenly she sat up and turned to her other side, feeling the dull ache of her arm again.

Andropov, illuminated by a single candle light, his eyes reading paper in front of him as the light flickered slightly. He was in that dark blue bathrobe again with a towel around his shoulders. Did he have another shower?

The sound of her shifting got his attention as he looked over to her. She seemed uneasy and slightly surprised? It's hard to see her in the dim light. She sat up and moved to the side of the bed, swinging her slender legs over the edge, she had seemed to have lost her slippers somewhere.

"Did I wake you?" he asked softly, he too was tired, as his voice tried not to crack.

"No no, how long had I been asleep?" She asked.

"Not sure a while, it was only 3 when I brought you back." checking a clock on his desk. "it's about 1 am now." he finished.

Kluke felt suddenly flustered, she had been taking his bed? Oh no where would he sleep? Wait its his bed? Should she sleep on the floor? Her face looked rather worried as she looked around.

"Just go back to bed." He sighed shuffling some papers.

"But what about you." she asked to him.

"I've got, a lot of paperwork to do, transferring back to this ship. Lumiere fucked a lot of crap up, 7 people dead in 24 hours." he sighed. "i've got a bunch to cover."

"7?" she questioned, her eyebrows dropping. She took notice to the 5 she took, so her suspicions were true, somehow Andropov had taken those guards lives.

He looked up to her then back down. "I've already taken care of it, I'll have a meeting tomorrow and we will have to dock. You'll stay here. You can read whatever and

"I'll make a list of crap that you would like me to pick up." he said flatly as he read.

"The only thing is you cannot leave, and I might be gone the whole day. And judging by what happened I cant have anyone come in either, so we can eat in the morning but then you're on your own."

Kluke sat looking at him. His torso was exposed as the candle light bounced off of it. His blue locks covered the center of his face and rose to then just dip down across the sides. His elbows up on the desk as his head rested in his hand.

"Sleep." he huffed, it's not that he didn't enjoy the company, but he found it rather peaceful for her to slumber in the background while he worked.

"Thank you." Kluke whispered.

"Huh?" he asked out he couldn't quite make out what she had said.

She got up, more strength in her legs than the day before. Andropov leaned back in his chair, placing the paperwork down as his eyes followed her body. Walking up to him till she stood in front of him. His deep blue orbs with a glow of the candle light looked her down the up again. The bed head she had was cute and slightly sexy, wavy and a bit messy. He took noticed she had buttoned herself back up. She held her hands that hung long in front of her body, as her heart felt tight in her ribs.

He then leaned close to her, one arm draped over his thigh, then with the other, he took one of her small hands into his. Kluke pressed her lips together as his calloused thumb stroked the knuckle of her hand.

"What is it?" He inclined, his breath a husky whisper.

"Thank you." she choked. "For saving me." She smiled for a brief second looking him in his baby blues, before flushing and turning away. He had saved her, he reacted with violence at the sight of her in peril. No idea why, but he deserved her thanks.

Feeling rather pleased all of a sudden. He stood up. Going from just under her eye level to 2 heads almost above her. He looked down with her small hand still in his. And brought it up to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on the bones of her knuckle. Kluke let out a slight whimper in surprise. His warm breath tickled her skin, never feeling lips touch her body, she squirmed slightly as her chest fluttered.

"My pleasure." he hummed.

YEP, Seems like andropov is rather protective. I wonder where this is all coming from. Seems odd for a high ranking militant to take a liking to a random girl

WHO KILLED 5 PEOPLE in less than an hour.

Just this is a love story but imma try and curve it so its not stockholm syndrome

Song theme. Landslide- Fleetwood Mac