Chapter six: You will NOT hurt him!

~Dio's p.o.v~

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" My eye shot open and my body shot up. After a few moments of shock, I drew heavy deep breaths. "What the hell was that?" I groaned. I shifted a couple times and lied back down. "Now I'm imagining things…" I muttered closing my eye. "…." The room felt cold all of the sudden, but I brushed it off and tossed and turned. "No! Let Go!"

I opened my eye and forced myself to get out of bed. I tripped on the bedroom rug and fell to my knees. I got up and opened the door and forced myself to run through the hallways and ran into a few walls. What can I say? I don't have night vision. I felt the walls for Aya's door, and when I found it, I felt for the handle. After I'd turned it, I burst into the room. My eyes adjusted to the dark after a few seconds and I saw Aya crying in her sleep. "NO!" she screamed. I slowly walked over to her in fear, but then, she just… stopped…

I saw tears stream down her cheeks. "Fathers not moving…"

Right now, I pitied her shaking body, gripping onto her pillow as if it were her mother. I sat on the edge of her bed and stared at her for a moment, not sure of what to do, so, I decided to lie next to her in her bed. I wrapped protective arms around her. Her shaking body downgraded to a quiver every so often. After about what seemed to be forever, she was sound asleep. No, I wouldn't leave her in the middle of the night. Why? Because she may be fine now, but when I leave, I bet she'd act up again. I kissed her forehead. "You may have rejected me once, but I'm not giving up… May you be smiled upon … Aya"

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How long have I been awake? Oh, stupid me, I didn't sleep! I'd been up all night making sure that she wasn't gonna spaz out in a nightmare again. A moan seeped from her lips. Her eyes slowly opened, only to see my bare chest.

(A.n.: remember chapter one? Yeah, Dio doesn't have a shirt on… lolz for Aya!)

She hadn't even realized what was around her until I spoke. "Morning scaredy cat…" I muttered. Her face… was… PRICELESS! "DIO!? HOW DID YOU- WHY DID YOU- WHERE DID YOU-"

I got too annoyed so I pulled her chin up to kiss her for the third time. "Mmm!" Aya struggled to escape me, so I just let her go. 'Well, rejected again…' I thought as she jumped off the bed and stormed out of the room.

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Then the rest of the day was pretty awkward. I was at the dinner table with my elbows propped on it while my hands help my face from dropping itself. I was lost in my own little world and started thinking of what the kiss meant, by that I mean her reaction… Then I took a short half-awake nap at the dinner table, wrapping my arms around my head to block out any noise. I heard a knock on the door which snapped me back to reality, and I prayed that it wasn't a new test subject. Aya rushed to the door, hoping for the opposite of what I did. She quickly opened the door to whom she greeted with a hello and she was most likely wearing a coy smile, not that I could tell because I was in the dinner table instead of the front door.

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much! You can really make me feel better?! I uh, I sort of broke my wrist and sprained my ankle while playing in the woods… My mom and dad might be worried right now. I didn't know that someone already lived here. I'm sorry to be a bother all of the sudden!" what sounded like a little boy said as I heard their footsteps go deeper into the house.

My eye twitched when they came into the room. I turned and saw Aya with a blonde boy with his wavy hair with dirt on his face and clothes. He wore a white shirt with black pants. His bright blue eyes looked exactly like Aya's. He had a honey colored birthmark on his right eye as though his parent's eye colors mixed in that one. Other than his blue eyes, I saw a lot of myself in him, appearance wise, except, he looked about eight or nine.

"Oh, hello! Is this guy your mate or something?" He asked looking up at her.

Aya blushed, if I wasn't dead and had the ability to blush; my face would be a crimson red right now. He smiled. "Anyway, my… My wrist and ankle…" he muttered. Aya snapped out of her embarrassment. "Right! Um, what's your name again, come with me, but don't strain your ankle. Be careful now." Aya said guiding him into…. I felt the blood drain from my face…. That room… I shot up and followed them. "My name's Cole…" he muttered with a slight smile. Aya turned around and examined me. "Dio. We'll be fine." She said flatly. I shrugged. The Cole looked between us. "I-… Did I interrupt something before I got here?" he asked, wincing in pain from shifting his weight to his ankle. "I won't hurt him…." She sighed.

"….. I'm still gonna stand there and make sure…" I said in the iciest way I could. "Hurt me…" Cole said not surprised. Aya and I stared at him for a moment. "Cole?" I muttered kneeling down to his height. "… Yeah?" he asked staring at me. I glanced at Aya, sneaking a glare in just to make it clear that she's not hurting him. "You said that like you're used to it." I stared at him, hoping he'd tell me what he wasn't. Cole averted his eyes. "Yeah, so? My mom and dad've been gone for almost a year now so…. I'm homeless and I steal to survive ya know?" he asked, with slight hope in his voice.

And then I knew… He wasn't just like me in looks… But his "lifestyle" is like my whole life like when I was alive. We were basically the same… But he's alive. He deserves better.

"Yeah. I know. Let's treat your injuries and then find your family, okay?" I said to him. Aya smiled at him. Cole beamed at her. "You'd help me?" he asked her with a tint of happiness shining brightly in his eyes. Aya glared icier at me than I did to her, turned her smiling face back to Cole. "Of course! After all, I'm a sucker for cuties." She teased him, kissing his forehead like a mother would.