The 50 Themes Challenge
. By Moofy .
Aloli xx Kozue

A/N: I needed to get this theme done with -sweatdrop-. I had this idea for a drabble a while ago, but I was too lazy and never went through with it, and now that me and Loomy are doing these challenges, it was kinda like "Eh, why the hell not." So, ta-da! (I tried to make this one shorter, 'cause the first one was ridiculous xD)

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02 : Lust

This was overkill.

What was the reason they had to battle other fighting units again?

Kozue couldn't remember. Not when his mind struggled through the worried and panicked thoughts flooding his brain, searching for something comical yet comforting (wasn't comfort her favorite word?) to say to the mass of too-pale skin and torn clothes and frazzled curls and red -- red, damn it, liquid crimson, essence of life, spilling from her, she was hurt -- in his arms.

Thankful that Aloli's dad wasn't home when they had arrived, since he didn't exactly feel like explaining anything (though it wouldn't be too hard -- they had gotten into many fights with other units, but it was usually Kozue who was beaten up, being the Sacrifice, but this time it was Aloli, oh Aloli, beaten and bruised and bleeding and even if he had to explain, he couldn't, because he doesn't really know how it happened himself--), he kneeled by the tub as he waited for it to be filled with warm water which was taking too long for his liking and Kozue didn't want to think and he was definitely not panicking--

"Kozue, calm down," a small voice from in his arms whispered, and his maroon gaze, so bright with worry, met her green one that was too dull and weak and he swallowed the multiple lumps in his throat. "You're shaking so much I thought you were having a seizure on me."

Without replying, he gently, gently peeled the worn clothes from Aloli's thin figure and Aloli almost, almost bashed him on the head for treating her with such care because she was far from a porcelain doll. After lowering her down into the water, definitely not cringing at the sight of the crimson seep in and mix with the once-clear water, he let his own garments fall to the ground and he joined the girl in the tub.

If it was any other teenaged pair in the same situation, it most definitely would have been awkward. The feel of bare skin-on-skin and the wet heat of the water and the steam would probably have led to other actions, because it was a girl and a boy, and they were teenagers, and they were clothless in a tub with no parents home.

But this was Kozue and Aloli, and it was different.

There were times for those electrifying sensations and urges and right now was not one of them. As Kozue's hand grabbed the white bar of soap on the ledge of the tub and began to glide it over Aloli's skin, knowing the soap on the open wounds would sting but also knowing that they had to be cleaned, Aloli only relaxed under his touch, leaning back against his chest. She didn't focus on exactly where his hand was, or oh, move your hand just a little more to the left, yes, right there -- or anything of the sort. And as he continued, Kozue whispered into Aloli's ear to make sure she stayed awake and didn't slip into unconsciousness. He didn't let his mind wander to what sensitive part of her body his hand was carressing, or how the brunette's back was pressed right up against his front and that she was letting her guard down completely.

No such heated musings took place in either of their minds, only warm and comforting ones as they were just happy that if they had to be in such a situation, it was with each other.

Because this was love, and lust was not needed at the moment.