Well I'm back my usual drawl on I don't own the anime or manga that this story is based on. Thanks to S3v3rusIsmin3 for bettering the work I bow to her brilliance. Oh an yes they are ENGLISH NAMES don't like it? Don't read it. Well enjoy
If Zoey thought that Corina would help her around the café, she was sadly mistaken. The rich girl showed no intention of ever lifting a finger to help out.
Zoey collapsed at a table, worn and tired as she shut her eyes for a brief second. She was honestly tired. Her feet hurt from running around and her left hand was slightly burnt from catching a hot dish that Elliot had passed to her. There was no one in the shop anywhere as she desperately wished sleep to come to her.
"Zoey? What are you doing? You have to clean the tables."
Zoey opened her eyes and glared at him, she couldn't even get the energy to glare at him. "Get Corina to do it I'm tired."
Elliot frowned at her. "I asked you to"
Wearily, she looked at him before replying in a slightly beaten and tired voice. "I'm tired, my hand hurts and I haven't got enough sleep. Get Corina to do it." There was no one in the shop except Wesley who was busy in the kitchen and Corina who was sipping tea as always. Zoey stood slowly to her feet, she barely reached Elliot's chin as she glared at him.
"Ask Corina to do it, my hand is burnt and I'm fucking tired."
Elliot's eyes flashed as he took her hand in his, blue eyes focusing on the blister that was forming and already threatening to pop.
"Come on." Holding her wrist carefully, he lead her through the back doors and upstairs to the bathroom.
Zoey stood, swaying slightly on her feet from tiredness, so much so that she didn't notice the plain white tiles or the way Elliot was moving around the bath room. Finally, he moved towards her and carefully picked her up before gently placing her on the bench. She blushed slightly, realizing how sexual their position was. Her on a counter and him standing between her legs. His fingers were gentle as he put a white cream onto her burn, carefully wrapping it. She was growing more and more sleepy as she lent forward and put her head on his shoulder. She was just so tired. She didn't even notice that he'd finished wrapping her hand or that his hands where resting on her thighs, tracing ever so lightly across her skin.
"Come on Zoey. Everyone will be wondering where you went."
Zoey lifted her head and looked at him. She was so tired though. Elliot's eyes danced with an emotion that she couldn't place as he moved towards her slightly, breath passing softly down her neck as he whispered. "Another time perhaps."
She never got the chance to ask him what he meant as he scooped her up in his arms and helped her to stand on her feet, leading her back down the stairs to work now that the café had filled up with people again.
Her life fell into a predictable pattern, broken by the occasional monster battle and finding all the other mews. She was sitting on her bed at home when Mini Mew's voice traveled through her room.
"Alien! Alien!"
Zoey looked around expecting to see Dren smirking, 'Come to think of it I haven't seen him since that night he was in my room.' When nothing became obvious, she threw a blanket over Mini Mew to shut it up and crawled into her bed. Tired and drained from months on little sleep she curled up and was dead to the world in seconds.
She didn't wake up when Mini Mew's muffled voice came from under the blanket, "Alien! Alien!"
She didn't wake up when the air next to her bed rippled and a tall Cyniclon appeared. His skin was slightly blue and his clothes purple as he looked at her sleeping form. Looking around, he studied her room. Nothing struck him as unusual for a teenage girl's room; indeed it reminded him slightly of the girls from his home planet. There was a ripple of air next to him as Dren appeared.
"Damn it Sardon! I told you to leave her alone!"
Sardon looked at the younger boy. "I know Dren but she is perfect. I wish to study the human species more and what better person to study than the leader of the mews? They will struggle without her."
Dren shifted uncomfortably and looked at her.
Zoey's eyes opened and in the moonlight filtering through her windows and her slight cat vision she was able to make out the form of two men near her bed.
"What the fuck?" She whispered. The taller one turned to her and pressed his hand over her mouth. Her eyes opened wide in fear and her tail and ears shot out.
"Damn it Sardon. Take someone else!"
Zoey's eyes flickered to Dren who stood, hands clenched by his side, glaring at the one, who she assumed was Sardon, pinning her to the bed. She struggled slightly only to have him pin her to the bed with his own weight. She struggled more.
"That's it Sardon. Too far. Get off her. Now!"
Zoey vaguely saw him pulling out his weapons before the world around her spun.
She felt as though she'd been tossed into water, her head pounding and stomach threatening to empty itself onto Sardon as her room vanished around her.
