Hello! This is a blooming romance between Six/Rex. I do not own Generator Rex MOA does. If I DID own Generator Rex, it would go like this:
Spirit awoke in a sterile white room with a mask over her face and variety of noisy machines around her. Her eyes widened in horror as she began to thrash around only to find that her arms had been restrained to the bed.
Terror gripped her heart. Tears streamed down her face. Air! She needed air! She couldn't breathe!
Spirit screamed silently as she struggled wildly to get free.
'No! No! No! It was all a dream! I'm still here! I'm still a prisoner!' She thought as someone came running into the room.
She screwed her eyes shut, not wanting to see the face of her assailant.
"Spirit!" A familiar female voice called out.
The little girl tensed as she felt a pair of soft yet calloused hands free her bound wrists from the bed.
"Spirit!" Came a familiar male voice this time.
The little girl opened her eyes and promptly burst into tears all over again… It was Kenwyn and Johnson! She launched herself into the older girl's arms and cried into the crook of her neck.
Kenwyn held her close and rubbed her back and promised over and over again that she was safe and everything was okay. Spirit eventually calmed down…
"What was that all about?" Johnson asked.
"I thought that my life at Providence had been a dream. That I had gone mad and believed that it was real. When I woke up I thought I was back in the facility," the little girl signed with a relieved look on her face.
"No. This is real. I'm real. Kenwyn is real. Your daddies are real. Everything is real."
Spirit started to tear up again out of relief. Johnson ran his hand through her tangled curls.
"You aren't in that horrible place anymore."
Spirit wiped her eyes and gave the agent-in-training a hug.
"Where are daddy and papa?"
Kenwyn bit her lip…
Johnson looked down…
Spirit's eyes widened…
"What happened?!"
"Nothing happened. Your daddy and papa aren't really on speaking terms with Callan and Cesar. Yet they're being forced to work together for this mission. Holiday went with them to try to maintain some sense of peace," Kenwyn finally replied.
"Spirit, it's July 10th. You were in a coma for nearly a month. We thought you were going to miss your birthday…" Johnson confessed.
Spirit stared up at them, her eyes wide with confusion.
"Do you remember going to Australia with your uncles? They wanted to see if you could restore the Great Barrier Reef," Kenwyn asked.
"I remember going to Australia. It was pretty and hot! Did I restore the reef and give the fish their home back?"
"Yes. Not only that but the Reef is actually a plant EVO it stole your power. Now it's self-healing. Once upon a time just touching a piece of the reef would kill it. It still does but it's able to rebuild so much faster now. I guess you needed a long rest to regain your powers. They only just returned today," Johnson said.
"Isn't that good? Why are daddy and papa upset with uncle Callan and uncle Cesar?"
"Because no one knew if you would ever wake up… They spent as much time with you as they could, we all did, but we still need to rest incase of an attack. Your uncle Conrí spent a little too much time looking after you and we found him passed out next to your bed. He'll be fine. He's been asleep for the past sixteen hours though."
Spirit looked down and tried hard not to cry again. She was beginning to feel like a water sprinkler.
"I'm sorry for not being stronger."
"You're just a little girl," Kenwyn said, clasping Spirit's tiny hand in a comforting manner, "Strength and wisdom come with age and experience. Give it time and don't be in such a hurry to grow up."
"Yeah. Everyone around here had to grow up a little faster than they should have. Your daddies and your uncles especially. Why do you think they need you to show them how to have fun?" Johnson asked.
Spirit pouted regardless. She hated being a child. She wanted to be an adult so she could protect her family.
"You'll get there," Johnson said, as though reading her mind, "Your birthday is only ten days away! Before you know it you'll be a proper agent and you'll be missing your childhood years."
Spirit gave him a skeptical look…
"How about the three of us have an ice cream party?" Kenwyn suggested.
Johnson and Spirit stared at her in shock…
"What? I can be fun sometimes…"
The little girl and the agent-in-training broke out into near identical grins as Johnson got to his feet.
"So heart shaped sprinkles?"
Spirit nodded, "Thank you for being my friends and for getting me ice cream!"
"Thank you for being our friend," Kenwyn said, squeezing her hand.
Spirit sank back into her pillows as Johnson and Kenwyn went to get ice cream. She had a numb bum, as uncle Conrí would put it. She had to get up! Spirit weakly sat up and removed all the wires keeping her in bed. She removed the mask then the IV in her hand. Her aura healed the tiny wound before even a drop of blood could escape. She removed the heart monitor that was clamped on her finger and the machine next to her made a terrible sound as she "flat lined".
Spirit wobbled a bit as she stood and took a view steps around the hospital ward. The little girl smiled. It was nice to get out of that bed. It was even nicer knowing that this was real and she was free from that horrible nightmare.
Little did she know the grievous error she had made…
Rex had used his ability to manipulate technology to link up her heart monitor to their ear buds. Rex, who had been using his smack hands, stumbled and fell face first. Cesar, who was holding his own boxing with a small EVO, got knocked aside. He went flying and hit the ground so hard that he slid into his distracted lover, who toppled over and yet somehow managed to shoot the EVO's singular eye out. Holiday gasped and involuntarily allowed a sob to escape her lips. The feral EVO she was fighting took a bite out of her shoulder. She cried out in pain and brought up her gun, shooting it in his heart. Six damn near dropped his katanas before he managed to gut the EVO he was fighting.
"Rex!" Six barked, his voice sounding as broken as his heart, "Focus!"
"I can't…" Rex whispered, his voice cracking as his nanites failed him.
His arms crumbled from their robotic form and the young EVO fell onto his hands and knees.
"I can't…"
Six's katana slammed into the back of the creature's neck, coming out its throat. Blood gushed from the wound as it slid forward off to the magna blade. Rex didn't even stir as the force of the EVO's fall blew his hair askew. The agent threw one of his magna blades, striking the EVO that Cesar had been fighting in the neck. He was skilled enough and lucky enough to hit a major vein. The beast wailed as he bled out.
Tears blinded the agent as he started slashing at the grotesque corpse blindly. He no longer cared that this was once a person or perhaps someone's pet. His baby girl was gone and never coming back.
Six saw red as he heard Cesar and Callan mourned the loss of their niece. The niece that they borrowed for an experiment… The niece that they landed in a coma… His daughter. His very own little ray of sunshine was now an angel with a violin in Heaven thanks to them.
Six let out an inhuman growl as he stood and launched himself at Cesar and Callan only to be held back by Rex.
"Don't!" Rex yelled as he held on tightly to Six's arms.
"They killed her! They don't deserve to mourn her!" The agent snarled.
Rex released Six, "They love her! They have every right to mourn her! It was an accident! And you have no right to kill them!"
Six turned to Rex, "They should've known better! How could a little girl who's still sickly stand a chance healing the great fucking barrier reef?!"
"Spirit wanted to help…"
"She always wants to help but that doesn't give them the right to use her like a tool."
"What right did you have to use me as a cure for mankind?"
"…I…"
"I know. You wanted a cure for One and I'm sorry that I couldn't help him."
"…I shouldn't have brought you to Providence. I should've just brought you to the island. Ability to cure One or not I should've just given you a semi-normal childhood."
"No. If that had happened chances are, I would've seen you as my new dad. We wouldn't have had us. We wouldn't have had Spirit and she would've died in the place never knowing love. I… We just lost our daughter. I don't want to lose you too…"
Six took a couple of deep, cleansing breaths, forcing himself to calm down. He looked to Cesar and Callan. The agent hung his head in shame as he saw the looks of betrayal and hurt he was getting from his best friend and his lover.
"…Sorry…" Six muttered.
Rex wrapped his arms around his love. He had never seen Six so vulnerable. It was frightening to see this fortress of a man crumble before his very eyes. For as long as he could remember Six had been his strength. Even back when he had a crush on Holiday it wasn't her praise or approval he wanted. It was Six's.
It was always Six…
Six let out a raspy sob.
"She was supposed to bury us no the other way around," Six said with a sigh as fresh tears ran down his cheeks.
What he said caused the damn to finally break… There wasn't a dry eye present. Rex clung to him, sobbing. Cesar and Callan each had an arm around a broken Holiday. The poor woman was rather lonely at times now that Six and Rex was an item. Rex used to visit her constantly and Six would pop in from time to time, surprising her with his need for advice on Rex related matters. Nowadays it seemed that whenever she was lonely or work was slow, Spirit would be there with a smile and a new girly activity to partake in. Her personal favorite was the mad tea party where they had to change places with stuffed animals from time to time. It was great fun and wildly messy.
Oh God… She couldn't even begin to imagine how Conrí was feeling… The poor man just got his niece back only to lose her for good!
The walk back to the Keep was forged in awkward silence. Cesar remembered the time Spirit had wandered past the kitchen late at night. There was a thunderstorm outside and she was absolutely mad about them. Spirit had heard voices so she hazarded a glance towards the kitchen and saw her uncles kissing. Callan had broken off that kiss so fast and turned so red… They had kept their relationship hidden since it first began two years ago. It was out of fear mostly. Callan was a captain, a leader of many, many men. Not everyone was so enlightened even in this day and age and he needed people to take him seriously rather than see him as a "fairy". Spirit broke out into a wide grin and said that they looked so happy before skipping outside and into the rain. It was a great relief… The two giggled at being caught regardless though. It felt nice for at least one person to know their secret.
Callan had a different memory in mind… As a soldier, teaching came with the job. He taught unarmed combat, discipline, marksmanship, survival, and so on. Never before had he taught history to a little girl. Unfortunately, war was a major part in history… It was something that many scholars thought was important to prevent future generations from making the same mistakes that their forefathers had. Even though many mistakes were and are still doomed to be repeated. Upon seeing the little girl burst into tears he figured that starting with the Civil War was a bad idea. The cruelty of slavery and a war that split up families and had fathers and sons shooting at each other was just to much for her… Callan comforted her as she signed that she didn't like war. The soldier didn't have the heart to tell her that they were currently in a war against EVOs.
Holiday had burst into fresh tears all over again when she remembered the time that she had used skype on her smart phone to her sister's "room". Spirit was completely unfazed when she met Beverly for the first time. Her little niece had signed that she was going to play the violin for her and that she was sorry in advanced if she hit any bad notes because she was new at this. So Spirit played for Beverly, who seemed unnaturally calm in response to the music. Normally her sister was volatile towards everyone, even her. It gave Holiday hope that she was still in there somewhere. It made her feel as though it was only a matter of time before she would return to the beautiful girl she had once been. She had hoped that Spirit would be around for that… She had hoped that Beverly would have a new friend to come back to as her old friends forgot her long ago.
The ride home was tense and silent with the exception of a few quiet sobs and murmured words of comfort. Even the grunts were out of sorts, though many of them didn't have a personal relationship with the girl, Spirit's love and mostly sunny outlook on life had touched many hearts.
None of them knew how to address the grieving family so they just stayed quiet. Callan wasn't easy to upset. The Texan had a mild temper. He was a very calm person so it was rare to see him in such a state of unrest. Cesar was mellow yet easily excitable, though he wasn't as prone to mood swings as his younger brother. He was slow to anger for the most part but still had quite a temper. Rex was a bit unpredictable with his emotions, though that was mostly because he never bothered to conceal them. Rex got angry very easily but also forgave rather quickly. Six was stoic and calm for the most part. But his anger was legendary… Though he was nowhere near as irrational with his more negative emotions as Holiday… The good doctor had the tendency to be a bit destructive, particularly with her lab equipment.
So not a word was uttered and no attempt at sharing condolences was made. It was simply too dangerous…
It as a unanimous decisions that no one wanted to see her body in the morgue. They wanted to remember her the way she was… Alive. Warm. Loving. Kind. Adoring.
Spirit was much too good for villains like them. They were villains who did "good" by killing but villains by comparison nonetheless…
The screen turned on… Six took a deep breath and turned to debrief White only to see his little girl sitting in bed, eating ice cream with Johnson and Kenwyn.
Rex looked up and went weak in the knees as tears of relief and joy filled his eyes.
"Spirit!" Rex cried out.
"Hello everyone! I'm awake now and we're having an ice cream party!" Spirit signed with a huge grin.
Rex began to sob despite the grin on his face. Spirit frowned as she felt herself tear up again.
"I'm sorry, papa. We should've waited for you but I was so hungry!"
Six let out a humorless chuckle, "No. Papa used his powers to link your heart monitor to our ear buds. When you flat lined…"
A couple of tears ran down her cheeks, "I'm sorry everyone. I woke up with a numb bum. I had to get up."
Six gave his little girl a tired smile, "It's alright. Don't cry. You didn't know…"
Cesar approached Six warily. He looked up to his niece.
"I'm sorry I pushed you too hard, mija. You're just a little girl but you are so strong and amazing. I just had to see if I could save the reef. Australia was where my parents met… Mom wanted to scuba dive before going walkabout. She was a bit of a laid back hippie in her day. Dad… Not so much. He was there for a more serious reason. He wanted to take some samples to figure out why the reef couldn't regenerate itself. Dad had a couple of theories regarding the construction and properties of nanites. He already had prototypes made. Anyway, he needed a sample and mom didn't know what for. She decked him and he threatened to have her arrested. They bonded over science and eventually fell in love."
Spirit smiled, "I'm glad I could save something that was so important to you. I'm happy that even as a little girl I can do some good. But I wish that I was an adult so I can be stronger and really do some good."
"Don't wish your life away. Being a child is somethin' that every adult, even your daddy, misses," Callan said, "Enjoy a life free of meetin's, paperwork, and politics while you can."
Spirit sighed but nodded nonetheless. Adults were generally smarter than they seemed at times. They had more life experience and generally gave good advice. She knew that her beloved uncle wouldn't steer her wrong.
"Seems to me like we owe you a killer birthday, little lady."
Spirit nodded, "Can it be Alice in Wonderland themed? With costumes and all?"
"It sure can! Your uncle Cesar and I will even take care of cause I reckon we owe your daddies an apology."
"Thank you so much uncle Callan and uncle Cesar!"
"You're welcome, Alice," Cesar said with a grin.
They were so relieved that she was alive and perhaps even more relieved that she had forgiven them for landing her in a coma. Not that Spirit would ever hold a grudge against her beloved uncles…
Six couldn't help but smile.
"Just tell us the roles you want us to play and we'll dress up accordingly, baby," the agent promised.
"Yeah, mija. Your first birthday is going to be the best!" Rex exclaimed.
"Thank you daddy. Thank you papa."
Holiday had just returned from the kitchen on the Keep. She had a tray with tea for Six, coffee for her, and hot chocolate for Rex, Cesar, and Callan. Sure, a hot beverage could be comforting but it would do little to ease the pain of losing a child… She merely wanted to busy herself with something before she suffered another breakdown. This mission would end in a great deal of paperwork and she needed a relatively sound mind in order to keep White off of her back. The bastard wouldn't have cared that a little girl died. All he cared about was politics and money. The doctor sighed and tried her best to swallow her pain like a bitter pill.
The doors slid open…
Holiday stared up at the screen in shock as the tray slipped from her hands. Her hand covered her mouth as she stifled a sob that threatened to break free. She ended up laughing out of relief. Her niece was alive and well, licking a little blue heart shaped sprinkle off of the corner of her mouth.
"Hi aunt Sarah. I'm okay. I'm sorry if I scared you but my bum went numb and I had to get up," Spirit signed.
"Oh sweetheart… I'm so happy to see you. We were so scared that we had lost you," Holiday said, ignoring the hot beverages that had splashed onto her legs as she approached the screen.
"I'm happy to see you too! I'm sorry that I scared everyone. Does anyone need to be healed?"
"We're all a little banged up but we'll manage. Don't fret, sweetie."
Spirit frowned but nodded nonetheless. She once again felt as though she was being babied. There was no real balance to it. There were times where she didn't mind like how her daddies and her uncles liked to carry her around or tuck her in at night. Then there were times like this where she couldn't stand it. Spirit was no stranger to missions and she knew that it was only a matter of time before she not only had to play the role of a medic but act as a soldier as well…
"You should go take a bubble bath before the sugar makes you all sticky."
"Hm? Oh yes. I should. How's Conrí doing?"
"Johnson and Kenwyn said that he's asleep. Uncle Conrí had been awake too long and now he's going on hour seventeen. Should we wake him?"
"Probably. But let him go. The poor thing… I'll wake him when we get home. Be sure to save me some ice cream!"
"Don't worry! No one touched the salted caramel!" Spirit signed with a big grin, knowing that that was her auntie's favorite.
Holiday chuckled, "Thank you. Get some rest and drink plenty of fluids. You're dehydrated."
Spirit nodded and watched as her aunty walked towards the exit of the control room. Daddy had been nice to Holiday and cleaned up the broken china while Papa sopped up the spilled beverages. Holiday gave them a grateful, if not sheepish look as she made her way to her room.
Six turned to the screen, "We're going to get some rest. You should too. We'll see you in five hours."
Spirit nodded and yawned. She had no idea that being in a coma could make someone so sleepy…
"Sweet dreams, mija," Rex said with a yawn.
"Sweet dreams, everyone," Spirit signed.
"We'll see you soon, mija," Cesar said with a sad smile, "Take care."
"We have pictures of all the good work you did. I can't wait to show you what a phenomenal difference a little girl can make. We're proud of you, little lady," Callan said with a smile before taking Cesar's hand in his.
The cowboy and his monkey waved goodbye before signing off. Spirit flopped inelegantly back onto her pillows and grinned up at Johnson and Kenwyn. She was so happy that everyone was okay and no one was mad at each other.
Spirit was nodding off just as Conrí was waking up. True to the nature of a kitten, Magic Fluffball was curled up on top of the hacker. Right on his bum… The hacker found a sad irony in the fact that the kitten was small for its age, much like its owner. Conrí yawned and was sorely tempted to go back to sleep but he wanted to see if Spirit was awake yet.
Conrí looked outside and saw that it was night. The sun was just barely over the horizon when he had last been awake. His head and shoulder hurt a little from when he fell out of the chair. How did Conrí know he passed out and fell out of a chair?
Years of experience… Conrí hated sleep. He had nightmares where his drunken bastard of a father would twist to show the monster he truly was on the inside. His mother became such a coward over the years that her constant state of sadness became a permanent mask. Conrí grew up fearing monsters that looked like monsters until he came to learn that the monsters one should truly fear are the ones that look perfectly normal. Or worse… Handsome and deceptively charming like his father or beautiful and kind like his mother…
His sister had been a very lonely child until his mother's… Indiscretion. Catherine, unlike him, was very religious. Though she often said that loneliness was the worst sin imaginable. To Conrí, loneliness was a small price to pay if it meant never getting hurt again. So for years he'd push people away. His only human contact was one-night stands. It was a crying shame for a man with his good looks and sexual appetite.
Conrí groaned… He had enough of induction and deduction for one day. It was time to get up. So he wiggled his bum. Big mistake… Magic Fluffball dug his claws in to stay on.
"Ow. Ow. Ow. Bloody cat…"
Conrí stood and the kitten clung to his pajama bottoms, dragging them down to his ankles. The hacker pitched the bridge of his nose and sighed before he burst out laughing.
God did he smell rank…
He stepped out of the pants and into the shower. As cliché as it was, the scent of Irish Spring both calmed and invigorated him as he rubbed the light green bar of soap all over his body.
Conrí snorted, 'I sound like a commercial…'
The hacker emerged and put on a pair of black jeans and a tight midnight blue T-shirt, perfect for bringing out his baby blues. He slipped on his favorite neon orange trainers and made his way towards the hospital ward.
Conrí frowned when he saw that Spirit wasn't hooked up to anything, 'Oh fuck… Don't tell me she's dead! I'll kill those dumb bastards!'
Conrí slowly made his way over and lowered his hand so it hovered over her nose. The hacker's body damn near melted into a puddle on the floor out of relief when he discovered that she was breathing.
He sat down and took hold of her tiny hand. It was sickening how frail she still was yet it never ceased to amaze him that she had survived that retched place. Healing powers or not… That place was the closest thing to Hell on Earth.
Conrí whipped out his odd phone and began to work as best he could from it. The phone was a brilliant and advanced work of art but it was nothing compared to his custom built laptops. Still, it would keep him awake and suitably entertained as he waited for his niece to wake from her deep sleep.
Conrí was still typing away on his phone when Six and his merry band of EVO hunters showed up.
Cesar and Holiday looked particularly upset, as it seemed that whenever Spirit had made any progress regarding weight gain or her health, something would cause it to reverse. Two steps forward one step back in other words…
"Six, I think we should make Spirit's checkups biweekly. We're not making much progress with all these… Interruptions. Health wise she's doing very well but her weight isn't where it should be for her height let alone for her age," Cesar said.
The agent frowned but nodded. He didn't like the idea of his little girl being so weak even after all these months. Come October she would've been with them for a full year. It was July. Progress was not instantaneous. It never was even under normal circumstances. But still…
Six looked to his little girl and sighed, "Every other Saturday then that way it won't impede upon her lessons."
Rex stared longingly at his little one, "Should we wake her?"
"As weird as it sounds, I think it's best to let her sleep," Callan pointed out, "I've never been in a coma but I can't imagine where you'd feel particularly well after wakin' from one."
Rex looked conflicted but he reluctantly agreed.
"We were here when she woke up. She thought that this was all a dream or that we were all a part of a coping mechanism for the place and she was still stuck there," Kenwyn reported.
"I don't think I've ever seen someone cry so much before…" Johnson muttered with a heavy heart and pensive expression.
Six sighed, "Thank you. She's been seeing a therapist for that and a couple of other reasons."
"Not the Providence one… All he wants to do is prescribe drugs to get "results". The man's a quack!"
"No. We're taking her to a child psychologist in town. No drugs. Hopefully we'll get some positive results sooner rather than later."
Rex carefully brushed aside a few stray curls that had fallen over Spirit's face. He sighed and looked down at his beautiful little girl.
Conrí sighed, "I'll let you know when she wakes. You guys look as though you've been through the ringer."
"Yeah. It's been a rough night… Thanks."
"Sure. I' not all bad, you know."
"I know… I'm not Six," Rex pointed out.
"Touché."
Rex yawned and stretched, feeling a couple of satisfying pops just as Six made his way over to their daughter's bed. The agent frowned when he saw the dried tear tracks on her cheeks and the red puffiness around her eyes. Six didn't often wish that his baby girl was normal as he would've never have met her in the first place if she were. But there were times like this where he would sit and wonder what she would've been like had she been born into a loving family…
Six distractedly listened to Rex and Conrí's conversation as he placed a tender kiss on his little angel's forehead. The agent sighed… He loved Spirit with all his heart and always will but fragile people scared him. Six lost count of how many times he worried about hurting her with something as simple as a hug. He never had to worry about Rex when he was a child…
"Didn't you sleep on the Keep?" Conrí asked.
"Nah. Too wired. Spirit removed all her wires and we thought she was dead because I had used my powers to connect the heart monitor and our ear buds. So when she flat lined…" Rex replied with a sigh.
"Ah."
"Yeah. Then we got a call. We thought it was White, which would've sucked to deal with but it was Spirit. I never felt so relieved in my life!"
"Tell me about it. When I woke up and checked on her I saw that she was unhooked and nearly keeled over from a heart attack right then and there."
"Rex," Six said with a sigh.
The Latino teen looked to his beloved, "I should really get going. Thanks though."
"Think nothing of it."
A tear rolled down Six's cheek as he gave his baby girl one last kiss before taking Rex's hand and leading them out of the hospital ward and into their room.
Rex watched as Six loosened his tie and sat on their bed, burying his head in his hands with a sigh. He stood in front of Six and tenderly ran a hand through the agent's soft dark hair. Six sighed and leaned into the touch.
Spirit dealt with her grief by throwing herself into her studies. It was dysfunctional but it worked for her. Six and Rex found comfort in each other… They too were dysfunctional, but who wasn't these days? No one at Providence was normal no matter how much they wished to be. Besides, it wasn't as though Six and Rex overindulged in cookies like White or booze like Bobo…
Six sighed and looked up at his beloved. Rex leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. The agent sighed and closed his eyes as he returned the kiss just as lovingly as it was given. While Rex ran his hands through his hair, Six allowed his hand to slide from the teen's shoulder to low on his hips. Rex sank into his lap, squeezing Six's hips playfully with his thighs.
Six grabbed the back of his chéri's head, tugging on his hair to tilt his head back and deliver a series of kisses as gentle as the fluttering of a butterfly's wings to the younger man's neck. Rex's breath shuddered as he trembled with need…
His breath hitched as Six sucked on his pulse. The young EVO quivered and sighed. Rex quickly turned the tables on the older man as he pushed his cariño into their bed. Six let out a soft moan as Rex nipped at his neck and sucked on his Adam's apple.
Rex stopped…
That wasn't Six's typical reaction…
The Latino teen looked down at his beloved and saw that his eyes, though dilated, were wary and a little sad.
Six wasn't really in the mood…
Neither was Rex to be honest…
It had been a long and hellish day. They were both bruised and battered but otherwise fine. In the end, Rex knew what Six really wanted, not that his shy ninja would ever come out and say it…
Rex gave Six a tired, yet loving smile and sat up, ridding himself of his jacket and boots. Six frowned and blushed at being so easy to read. He kicked off his shoes and rid himself of his tie and blazer. Ever hygiene conscious, Six made a mental note to order some grunts to change their sheets when they woke in the morning.
The agent lay on his side and Rex cuddled up to him, ducking his head under his cariño's chin to hide his amusement.
Six wanted to cuddle!
It was indescribably cute!
This was one of the things that Rex loved most about his mysterious ninja. Six was surprisingly unpredictable. He always kept Rex on his toes about one thing or another. Six was like a rose to Rex. The more layers he uncovered the more beautiful his cariño became.
'Wait… Where have I heard that analogy before…' Rex pondered.
He snorted in amusement as he realized that Shrek used that analogy to explain why he is the way he is to Donkey in that goofy movie he watched with Spirit.
'Well… It kind of fits… They're both green…'
Six raised an eyebrow and gave Rex a confused look. The younger man laughed before managing to calm himself down and kiss Six on the lips.
There was no way in hell he was going to tell his beautiful beloved that he just compared him to a cartoon character more or less… He snuggled deeper into Six's muscular chest and sighed, wondering why he ever even looked at a member of the opposite sex in the first place.
Six was thinking the exact same thing as he held his chéri just a little bit closer and placed a kiss on the top of his head. The loving couple drifted off to sleep…
Hello! I'd like to address a couple of things:
First: How the HELL do you edit on this damn thing. I've been making corrections to past mistakes and I can't figure out how to edit on fanfic. I can do so on deviantart no problem, but on deviantart, I don't post the juicy parts.
Second: verde-uno, I have NO idea what part you are talking about. Was it the fight scene? I wanted the whole thing to be a bit vague but it unfortunately turned out to be a bit brief due to time restraints. I don't want to reveal Van Kleiss' true intentions for her yet.
Third: There have been WAY too many feels lately. The next couple of chapters are fluffier.
Fourth: Also, I'm sick of Rex's villains. I think I may bring in Yuki/Quarry/NoFace again before going back to Van Kleiss. I mean his castle is down and he is "dead" so it will take a while to rebuild. I refuse to watch anything after Holix became cannon so I will not use Black Knight or the rest. But Beverly MAY become human at some point, however, that will be due to Holiday's (and maybe Cesar's) brilliance and Conrí's theft of government documents.