Sorry it's been a while, it's been so hectic lately ^^; I apologise for my tardiness again and happy belated Christmas to all and have a good New Year too! Remedi, thank you for the review and the constructive criticism – I have corrected the errors you've pointed out =) thank you, I should really get a Beta XD I'm a little hasty when it comes to stories ^^; rin, thanks as well – sorry that it was a bit of a disappointment, but I'm not going to guarantee anything – not in this story at least aside from some fun UST =p lol, well here's the second part! Enjoy! *fingers crossed* (Creative license kicks in by the way – with the wall symbols XD)

Chapter 2

If Killey thought that he would get forever to spend in the Sealed Room, he was sorely mistaken as less than an hour later, Zweig returned, some Abalone Steak in hand. As soon as he heard the door open, the 'Crazy Hat Guy', as Miakis had fondly called him, abruptly froze, caught red-handed, hand on the wall. He didn't even bother to disguise his exasperation, facing the other male, who typically demanded to know what he was doing here.

"It's not like you own this place. Why can't I in be here? You're not the only one researching the Sindar after all."

Zweig grit his teeth. So perhaps he is a true 'Sindar Freak' after all…Completely unaware that that was the 'affectionate' pet name Killey called him in his own mind. "Hmph." That was about as best as Zweig could muster at the moment whilst dumping himself miserly on the ground beside the Tablet of Stars, eyeing Killey warily.

"Isn't it disgraceful of you to be eating in this place, four eyes?" Killey questioned; cynicism overt in his voice. "Out of respect and honour, you should clearly know better."

"Respect and honour? Don't lecture me on those," Zweig grumbled, taking a bite out of his post-midnight snack. "You get on with whatever you're doing, vampire, and leave me to my own devices." This was about as peaceful a compromise as ever proposed between these two forever bantering males. Whoever thought that two grown-ups could be so childish?

Nevertheless, this was as good a chance as any to quietly study the symbols scrawled on the walls, undecipherable to common folk, so who was Killey to refuse as he reverted his attention, finding the wall a much more complacent and pleasant companion.

However, barely ten minutes of silence slipped by.

"Don't you know that most normal people go to their rooms to rest? It's a big castle. Why don't you go get lost in it?" Killey was getting irate with how Zweig was staring at him so accusingly, as if his very hands would mar the precious uncovered Ruins. Now this was why Killey hated being in the Sealed Room with anyone else, especially the bespectacled other.

"Why don't you?" It was a childish comeback, but Zweig was feeling quite exhausted and petulant right now. On the other hand, now that he knew that Killey was here, he found no reason to retire to his room so readily. He didn't trust the other man – not in the slightest. He wanted to watch over him as vigilantly as possible. I should really lock this door when I'm not here… He noted to himself wryly.

"I can see that you're tired. Why push yourself? Just go away already."

"No, I won't," came the stubborn response and the harder Zweig stared, determined to at least push Killey out of the room so that he could leave and recuperate without hitch. But then he'd just be in here again when I'm gone… He gasped. If he's been coming here when nobody else is here… who knows what things he's done to this room?! Perhaps he's already told Godwin all about it… Zweig had uncovered that Killey had replied to the Sindar Researchers' call that Godwin had sent out. After all, Oboro did work for anyone at a fee. Zweig was a cautious man who wanted to know his 'colleagues' better. "I don't trust you. Not at all."

"Tell me something that I don't know," Killey told him wryly, fully aware of Zweig's underlying reasoning. "Do you really think that after all this time, I'd betray the Prince? No matter how much of an idiot he is for turning ruins into Headquarters. These ruins are better in his hands than the Godwins. They'd only tear it apart."

"I'm still not leaving you alone with them."

"You are such a stubborn fool," Killey uttered under his breath, deciding to ignore the other's piercing gaze. "Fine. Watch me all you want. I hope you get off on it." He didn't even need to turn around and look to see the one-fingered salute that was being sent his way. He could only smirk.

Bastard… Zweig grumbled, trying his darnedest to stay awake, but the constant focus on one particular thing, ironically lulled him deeper into sleep's hold.

It wasn't long before Killey felt the intensity of Zweig's gaze lessen until it ebbed away to non-existence. Turning his head, the hat-wearing researcher was caught off-guard by the sleeping blonde. For someone so big and masculine, he was surprisingly adorable, slumped against the wall as he was, looking innocent and vulnerable – something that Killey thought he'd never associate with the usually viper-tongued male. Although of course, Killey would never admit that Zweig looked alluring in this fashion, not even on pain of death at the psycho Childerich's hands. Zweig looked so approachable in his sleep, such a stark contrast to how he normally was, so different from the Zweig that he and the rest of the world knew.

On the other hand, it wasn't long before Killey came upon a rather large stumbling block. The continuation of the section he'd been translating was concealed behind the obstinate male's head. It was so ironic that Killey's lips folded into a frustrated snarl. Despite his reservations and better judgement Killey compelled himself to reach out and lean the other male forwards, calloused fingers brushing through uncannily smooth golden locks that took the cloaked treasure hunter aback.

Contrary to popular belief, Killey was quite the gentleman. After all, had it not been he who had gotten him and Lorelai out of the Deep Twilight Ruins? Naturally more for his sake than hers, but regardless, it had been his explosion that allowed them to escape. On the other hand, he never thought that such 'courtesy' could extend to men – Zweig of all people. His incredulity only increased as he delicately leant the blonde's head against his shoulder in order to get to what he wanted. He desired this 'ordeal' to be over with as quickly as possible so he made short work of the translation.

Groggily, the bespectacled blonde registered that he was leaning against something soft – a pillow of some sort. His body shivered slightly, as if from a cold breeze, forgetting the chilled stones he sat upon. Wanting to be rid of the glacial feel, he reached out for his blanket and upon finding it, simply pulled it over himself, simply falling deeper into the recesses of sleep once more.

When Killey felt a sharp tug on his cloak, he was aghast to find his garment firmly entrapped within a clenched fist; effectively ensnaring him. It appeared as if Zweig had taken to his 'blanket, making pulling back almost impossible lest he wanted to wake and incur the wrath of the man who hated him most.

Fantastic – now what am I going to do?

Killey was utterly dumbfounded, balancing uneasily on his heels, crouched in front of the comatose Zweig, trying to pry his beloved crimson and black cape from the latter's tight fists. It proved nothing more than a futile effort. It seemed as if Zweig's hands would be clasped there forever. He decided to change tactics then by using both hands, throwing gentleness to the wind now, unintentionally leaning in close. He was faced with the option to A) Get out of his cloak and leave, which was the easiest or B) Stay with Zweig. It was then that Killey knew that he was losing it when he actually considered the second choice. Yet, what with all the commotion, did he really think that the blonde would stay unconscious? He wasn't that heavy a sleeper.

Hope that wasn't too bad!

Dragonfly

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