After much debating, I finally decided to update this fic with a second chapter! I, however, don't think I will continue it after this. Just wanted to at least give it a conclusive feel, ya'know?

Update for HunterxHunterfan765 who caught the bad glitch that happened to this fic when I first posted it!

It took days, weeks, and then finally a month before Ging finally woke up again. Cheadle wasn't there when he had, but as soon as she had heard news of his awakening, she had done everything she could to visit him. He had refused to tell anyone what had happened to him, and Cheadle didn't blame him, but it still took all she could not to scold him when she walked in and he smiled at her as if nothing had happened.

"What do I owe the pleasure Cheadle? Oh, or would that be Miss Chairwoman now?"

"You owe no one but yourself you selfish prick." Cheadle nearly spit out, though she was glad to see that he had looked healthier than she had found him. No blood as far as she could see.

"Harsh words for so early in the day! Did you not have breakfast or something?" Ging asked, his face falling into that of a frown. "Or maybe you're just in one of those moods again. You like to yell at me for nothing after all."

"Not just nothing, Ging." Cheadle emphasized, walking over to him, her boots hitting the floor heavily as she did. "But I'm not here to yell at you. This will be more like a lecture."

"On what? I didn't do anything wrong except-"

"For almost dying?" Cheadle cut him off, looking down her nose at him. "Why yes, that is exactly what this is about Ging. How very observant of you."

Ging glared at her, crossing his arms.

"I'm not interested. Leave."

"No."

"Cheadle, seriously."

The chairwoman didn't move, instead stared right back at Ging until he sighed, rubbing the back of his head in defeat.

"Fine, make it quick though. I'm already missing my peace and quiet."

"Next time you are sent on a mission and get fatally injured, you are to report in immediately." Ging began to protest but she put her finger to his lips. "And! You are not allowed to die on me until given permission, understand?"

Ging was about to say something but paused, giving her an odd look.

"Permission to die? From you?"

"That is correct."

"And when will I ever get that type of consent?" Ging asked, raising and eyebrow as if he didn't think it mattered. Cheadle pursed her lips.

"Never."

"What? Wait, why? I thought you hated me!" Ging said, trying to push himself out of bed at her statement but she took ahold of his arms and held them back from letting him climb any further out of bed.

"Ging, I hate you out of annoyance not out of some type of... ugly rage that manifests for darker reasons!" Cheadle got out, glad that his wrists underneath her palms were radiating heat and keeping a slightly above normal pulse, all signs that showed that he was alive. She could feel pressure behind her eyes but she ignored them, continuing with her lecture. "There are people in this association who care highly for you, and if you were to die..." she let the sentence hang, not sure where to go with it. She felt Ging's pulse increase, though for what reason she didn't know.

"Cheadle." his voice was soft, and she was tempted to look at him but didn't, instead taking interest in the wallpaper to her right.

"What?"

"Do you remember what I told you before I passed out?" he asked, lowering his hands to his lap, forcing Cheadle to let go of his wrists. She nodded slightly, though she was still looking away.

"I remember."

"Do you think I was lying about anything I said?"

"...No."

"Then can you believe in my words one more time?"

She looked up and caught ahold of his gaze, the sincerity behind what he was saying shining through his eyes. She didn't feel like this was how the end of this was supposed to be; muted, near silent, and calm. She wanted to be furious but felt the energy for it drain out of her.

"I can."

Ging nodded, a kind smile on his face.

"I won't abandon you." he started, and Cheadle didn't know why but her breath hitched, and really, it shouldn't have. Ging suppressed some type of urge to laugh and took her hands in his, pulling her closer to him. "And, I definitely have more to give to you now, my princess." he said, lifting one of her hands to his mouth to kiss it gently. Cheadle could feel the heat in her face rise up, but she refused to acknowledge it, instead staring Ging down as he did.

"Then you better get to it." she said, though without heat. "You've kept me waiting for far too long."

Ging gave her a knowing grin, and Cheadle couldn't help but mimic it herself.

"I figured as much."