Chapter 5:

I woke up late, having stayed up watching Adam sleep for about an hour while everyone else slept. I was just so worried, but nothing happened. I stretched, finding a clean shirt and slipping it on, putting pants on and slipping my bracelet on as well. I rushed downstairs, finding Adam all by himself with a bowl of chopped pork stew. He smiled when seeing me.

"You're finally awake." He determined, seeming fine after what had happened yesterday.

"Where is everyone?" I questioned.

"They'll be gone for a while, they're heading up to Amory to get my doctor, you know, to fix my leg." He informed me as I sat down with him. "You hungry?"

"No, I'm good." I assured; my heart pounding. I'm alone with Adam…

"Ok." I just sat here, watching Adam eat his breakfast, and when he finished I quickly took the bowl, washing it for him as he slowly stood, supporting his weight with the wooden crutches as he hobbled into the living room. I followed, sitting across from him as he set himself up on the couch, lying there as he grunted.

"You got messed up bad." I bluntly stated. He laughed, nodding.

"Damn zombies got me good this time." He assured. "Look at the beautiful day." Adam pointed out the window to the cloudless sky, bright and cheerful in a way, lighting up my mood.

"Want to go outside?"

"Sure!" Adam agreed, struggling to get up, but getting up nonetheless. I held the door open for him, and he sat in a loveseat, lying down again as I sat down in a chair nearby. "Ugh, it feels great out here." He determined, stretching himself out and relaxing. I leaned back with a smile, closing my eyes as the wind swept through my hair, making me sigh. It's actually kind of stuffy in the house. I glanced over at Adam, his smile glistening in the sun, his skin and hair making me look to his eyes, but I never find there color, what a shame.

"Hey Adam…" I began, getting up and approaching, sitting at his feet. He turned his head to me.

"Yeah?"

"I wanted to tell you something." I informed him, smiling a happy, delighted smile.

"What is-" I cut him off with a kiss as he stiffened; one hand by his head, the other on his chest. Slowly, I felt him relax, one arm moving to gently grab above the elbow of the arm I had placed on his chest. He tugged on my arm, making me fall closer to him, his right hand moving to the back of my head, his left moving to my right shoulder, his fingers delicately gliding across the fabric of my shirt. The kiss broke off, our foreheads together, and I just kept my eyes closed, waiting for what he'd say to me.

He never said anything. In fact, the only thing he did do was pull me into a more heated kiss, a more passionate one, as if he understood what I wanted to tell him now. His tongue gently stroked my bottom lip, so I parted my lips, allowing him to roam my mouth, submitting to his dominance. I moaned lightly as he began to kiss me rougher, more sloppily, and yet still controlled. I'm so glad we don't have neighbors. I moved my hands into his soft, curled hair, running my fingers through the loose strands as hands moved to my waist. The hands soon left though as I felt him shift beneath me, then try and sit up, still kissing me. The kiss broke as I heard him grunt from pain, a very pained expression coming to his beautiful face.

Slowly, I lifted myself away from being above him, getting up and going inside. I closed the door, leaving him out there; then took the steps 3 at a time as I made way for my room. Going inside, I grabbed the bag I had placed the health potions in, which I had planned to save for me, but right now I think Adam needs them more.

Rushing back downstairs, I grabbed a few pillows, going back outside to find Adam looking over his shoulder with a somewhat worried expression, as if I wasn't going to come back, but he sighed as he saw me. I set the potions down; then helped him sit up, placing pillows behind his back and head, as well as under his bad leg, supporting it. Grabbing a bottle, I opened it, placing it in his hands. He slowly drank it after figuring out what it was. We hadn't had these things for so long, no one but me needed then, so I never sold the leftovers I had. I'm glad I didn't.

"Oh god…" Adam started, throwing his head back partly as his body stiffened, becoming ridged. "This feels so weird!" He exclaimed, laughing.

"I know, right?" I softly stated, sitting down by his feet again. I gently placed a hand over the bandages, making Adam flinch, but I didn't withdraw my hand, just ran my fingers down the soft feel of them. When I glanced back up at Adam, he was watching me curiously.

Slowly crawling over him again, I gently sat in his lap; straddling his hips as I kissed him again. His hands found my waist as my hands intertwined with his hair, tugging him forward into the gentle, loving kiss. It was bliss. I could smell the ruminants of blood where he hadn't washed it completely off, as well as the beautiful sent of flowers where he tried to mask it. His skin was partially rough, like a miner's would be, but smooth as well, defined enough to where I could feel each muscle move on his arms and chest. His lips tasted like pork, while mine probably tasted of nothing in particular, possibly like the lunch I ate yesterday.

The kiss once more broke, and Adam slowly lied me down on his chest, which I felt happy to lie on. We were both quiet for a while, our breathing synced and our heart rates beating at the same pace.

"Isn't the sky vast today? Clear and empty."

"Hmn…" I softly hummed, outstretching a hand and running it over his nice, tan arm, feeling the muscle as he watched me. "You feel so strong… and yet the strong man has been felled." I stated, teasing. He snickered, giving my head a soft shove away, smiling. I buried my face in his chest, taking a deep breath. His scent was divine…

I felt his hand run up and down my spine, making me shiver from the touch. He fingered the loose strands of hair on the back of my head, eventually kissing my forehead.

"You can be really confusing Ty." He simply stated.

"I know." I answered softly.

"So, tell me something. Why me? Of everyone in MineCraftia, me?" I glanced up at him, smiling. I looked back to his arm, continuing to run my fingers over the muscle adorning it.

"You saved me… And you took care of me… Everyone else did too, but you found me first… and if you hadn't found me, I'd probably be dead." Such lies…

"Oh, right… If my leg wasn't hurt right now." He started, sitting up suddenly, pinning me down against the opposite end of the couch. "I would devour you whole." He insisted, nipping at my neck playfully, making me let out a shaky breath. "That potion really helped with the pain, I can barely feel it now." He explained, kissing the side of my neck and working his way up to my jaw line. "You're too adorable Ty; you have to stop it before I eat you." He bit my earlobe, tugging on it gently; his tongue snaking around the shell of my ear.

"Adam…" I mumbled, having trouble finding my voice.

"You're skin is so soft Ty…" He replied, running his tongue down my neck in a slow manor.

"Adam, can we go inside?" I quickly questioned, trying to sit up. I feel like someone's watching me… He stared down at me for a moment or two, as if registering what I'd asked, eventually smiling and nodding.

"Sure, it's more private inside anyway." He confirmed. He let me up, getting his crutches and entering the house through the door I held open for him. Sitting down on the couch, he pulled me onto his lap, holding me like a child as he kissed me.

~Sky~

Ty is just so beautiful. It's been a week, a week alone with him, and no word from Jerome, Mitch, or Ian. I know it takes a long time to get to Amory and all, but they're doing it for no reason, again. I don't need my leg fixed, it's fine. I slowly unwrapped the bandages, Ty soundly asleep upstairs, the bandages coming off bloody as it revealed my already fixed up leg. A scar, like the others, left behind with a thin white line. I took the wet cloth next to me, standing with ease and wiping away the dried, crusted blood. I sighed, my skin soft where the bandages had been. I picked up the crutches, carrying them over my shoulder upstairs with me, setting them down by the window in my dark room. I pulled the sunglasses off my face, sighing as I ran a hand through my hair, staring in the mirror. You're utterly hideous, what would Ty see in you?

My eyes glow so brightly, I'm surprised no one has seen their color yet. My curly chocolate brown hair grazed me at shoulders length, my face having small, nearly invisible scars, all decorated as white lines.

I stripped of my shirt, seeing the many white scars, making my frown become denser. I once more ran a hand through my hair, tossing the shirt to my bed. It landed on the wooden railing by the foot of my bed, half on, half off as I left my room, walking down the hallway to the door I always found locked. I tried the doorknob anyway. Locked.

"Damn it, Ty, can't you forget to lock it for one night? Half a night? For a few seconds?" I grumbled to myself as I went back to my room. I sat on the bed, frustrated, both hands rushing furiously along my scale. He's not normal, he can't be normal. Hell, after we put him to bed when we first found him everyone suddenly went into a panic! Everyone was rushing around, trying to find something to hurt the kid with, as if he were dangerous. I wiped their memory of it, of course, and then set them all with wards in their minds to calm them down around him. It never happened again, but I still don't know why it happened. Even as I kid, Ty locked the door to his room!

I moaned in frustration, lying down sideways on my bed, my head and legs dangling off the bed as I stared out the window. I never sense anything from him in the mornings, afternoons, or nights, but once he's asleep, EVERYTHING GOES TO HELL. God damn it… I walked back downstairs after I grabbed a towel, going out the backdoor, walking outside and strolling through the tall grass until reaching the river. I stripped down, setting my butter sword within easy reach; slowly lowering myself down into the cold, chilled, chest high water. I sighed, sitting down, bliss consuming my body as the water reached my shoulders.

I stayed there for a long time, until I could sense it approaching. I slowly opened my eyes, my hand reaching behind me as I didn't dare to turn around, but a weight kept my sword planted firmly on the ground. I once more tried influencing it to walk away, but it didn't work, it never worked. I can influence all the monsters of this world to leave me the hell alone, all but the Enderman. They weren't created by my father, but that blasted bitch of a dragon! It hummed, I simply growled my reply. I turned, not looking anywhere but its feet, trying to yank the sword out from under it, to no prevail.

"Get off of my sword!" I yelled, grabbing its foot and yanking it into the water with me. It screeched, teleporting away quickly as I picked up my sword. It didn't come back, but I didn't care, keeping my sword on my at all times. For about 5 minutes it stayed peaceful.

"Tss…"

"Don't even think about it." I warned.

"Go back to the placcce you call hell." The Creeper responded, leaning down till I could see its face. Yeah, I can hear what they say. It's not weird at all, and it's TOTALLY NOT ANNOYING EITHER.

"Go to your grave." I responded, looking to its soulless black eyes, filled with a glowing red center.

"Hmn." It walked off after that, seeming offended. Oh well, not my problem. I got out, grabbing the towel and quick drying myself, redressing and returning to the house. I walked upstairs, passing the always locked door, and stopping. There was no aura. No energy. No darkness I could mentally feel from within. I tried the door again, but it was still locked. I continued to my room, shutting the door behind me, setting the partially wet towel back on its private rack and jumping onto the bed, lying face first into the pillow.

Morning came, but I didn't want to move. The aura had returned sometime while I slept, so I never figured out what happened. It was still in Ty's room. I got up, redressing and placing my sunglasses back over my glowing eyes, then going down the hall and trying the door once more. I took in a sharp breath as the door handle twisted with easy beneath my fingers. Creaking the door open, I entered, finding Ty wrapped up in a blanket, lying innocently on his bed, asleep. I couldn't see anything but a look of struggle plastered on his face, and he turned over, as if having a nightmare. Didn't he say something about having bad dreams some time back? I noticed his bracelet was on his dresser, in front of the mirror, his sword hanging on the wall, a bloody rag sitting beneath it.

Picking up the rag, the blood smeared off onto my hand, thickly coating the cloth. I looked over to Ty as I placed it back down. Approaching him again, I just stared down at his small looking body, hidden beneath the sheets. That blood was fresh, what did he do? I left his room, going to the kitchen and washing my hands off, then drying them and returning to my room. I grabbed an invisibility potion, drank it, then went back to his room and shut the door. I leaned against a wall and simply waited. I'm not leaving until I get an answer.

He continued shifting and turning over, as if uncomfortable and never able to find a comfortable position. I sighed. This just doesn't seem right, he's allowed to have secrets, right? I was about to leave, when he suddenly shot up, staring down at the sheets as his breathing went everywhere at once. I froze. As he calmed down, his glowing purple eyes slowly closed. He moved a hand to his forehead, his fingers running through his hair the same way I do with mine. He swung his legs over the side, stretching as the fucking wings and tail behind him copied. He stood and approached his dresser, staring at himself in the mirror, until his vision shifted to his hand. He sighed.

"Great…" He mumbled, running the small claws he had as fingernails over the image on the glass reflection. "Just what I need to brighten my day, something else to make me more of a monster." He sarcastically continued. He grabbed the bracelet, putting it on as the wings and tail, as well as the glowing eyes and claws all disappeared instantly after it made contact with his skin. The aura disappeared as well. He dressed himself, grabbing his headphones and placing them around his neck. This is a bad dream. This has to be a bad dream… I began to grip the table next to me.

Ty placed his left palm against the mirror; then sighed heavily, turning and approaching the door, but stopping dead in his tracks as he stared intently. I followed his gaze. The door was still unlocked. He ran from the room, and I heard a door open down the hall.

"Hey Adam, you up?!" Ty frantically bellowed downstairs as he ran down to the floor below. "Adam?!" He yelled. I hurried silently from the room, rushing to my own, barely reaching my bed as I suddenly felt dizzy. Very dizzy. I fell to my knees, not able to even pull myself up. Why do I feel so weak? Why do I feel so numb…? I think I passed out.

~Ty~

I opened Adam's door again, seeing him on the floor. Was he there the whole time? I felt better now; it looks like he fell out of bed or something. I struggled to lift him, but got him onto the bed, placing the blanket over him and moving his crutches closer so he could get them easier. I went back downstairs, feeling better now, looking for something to eat. I found leftovers, so I just picked something out and sat down, eating it. A bit later, Adam stumbled down, without his crutches, causing me to rush over to him and support his weight.

"Why don't you have your crutches, are you ok?" I demanded, sitting him down at the table.

"Yeah, I just had the most messed up dream ever." He informed me. "My leg feels way better by the way." He informed me, smiling at me. I smiled back, getting him something to eat as well, continuing to eat with him in silence. When we finished, I took both our plates and washed them, then looked back to him.

"So your legs better now. Do you want to do something? The house is kind of stuffy anyway." I insisted. He stood, stretching. Nodding, he approached, limping the slightest bit at first, but eventually being able to walk normal again.

"We could take a walk; it's a beautiful day outside." He confirmed, looking out the kitchen window. I nodded, rushing upstairs and grabbed my sword, returning to find he had his sheath and sword at his side already, while mine was on my back, and we left, walking down the path. We were quiet for a long time, the silence becoming something… awkward for us. We walked in the forest, the sun shining high in the cloudless sky.

"So…" I mumbled.

"About my leg feeling better, don't tell Ian and them when they get back, I mean they went all that way to get my doctor and all…" Adam asked, looking to me. I nodded.

"Sure, anything."

"Good." He shoved me against a tree, causing me to yelp with surprise. "Now then." He began to roughly kiss me, his hands wandering my small form as my fingers intertwined with the strands of his hair. I pulled him closer to me as our tongues danced together, fighting for dominance and making me moan with delight. I could feel his hands at my hips, pulling us closer, his fingers messing with the brim of my shirt. "You're too adorable…" He whispered. His hands slid up my bare sides, his touch making me moan against his lips.

"You nasty man." I mumbled back.

"Nasty indeed." He responded, his husky breath lingering on my skin. He stopped kissing me, nipping at my neck, eventually running his tongue along my bare skin. He reached the base of my neck and bit down hard, causing me to moan loudly as he continued to bite on suck on my skin. I nuzzled my face into his hair, trying to mute myself with no prevail, my fingers gripping his hair tightly. He slowly moved up my neck again, getting to my jaw line and moving back to my lips, continuing our rough horseplay.

He pressed his body closer to mine, His knees on either side of my hips, tightly holding me in place as melted against him. My legs felt like rubber, like I'd fall if he let me go. And, I actually did fall when he let go of me, but he quickly caught me as I tried getting my breathing under control again. He chuckled.

"Too adorable." He determined, sitting down next to me. "I love you." He whispered, his hands still hidden under my shirt and wrapped around my waist, holding me closer. I buried my face in his shoulder.

"I love you too." I answered. My sensitive hearing picked up on footsteps coming our way, making my head snap down the path, my body tensing up. "Someone's coming." I informed him. He separated himself from me, standing and pulling me up, dusting himself off as Hazel slowly came into view, a basket on her arm and a smile on her face. A dog was with her, an orange collar around its neck, a small silver nametag attached to it.

"Well hello, I didn't expect to see you guys out here." Hazel declared, jogging over, meeting our walking forms.

"We didn't expect to see you either." Adam assured, smiling.

"How are you Ty?"

"Good." I smiled, happy. Hazel always makes me smile. "And who might this be?" I asked, crouching down and picking up the full grown dog, nuzzling its nose against mine. It licked my face, acting like a puppy.

"Oh, this is Blaze, I found him wandering around town, so I thought I'd take him, until I find his owner at least." Hazel confirmed as I set him down again, standing up straight. "Well, I guess you're probably busy, so have fun." Hazel shoved Adam away playfully. "And you sir, are a naughty man, and you always have been!" She called as she ran off, laughing. I just stood there, bright red with my hair covering my closed eyes, and hand moving to cover the hickey adorning my neck. I glanced at Adam. He was blushing as well, not as much as me, but he was blushing. I faintly smiled, wrapping my arms around his waist and gently holding him. He copied.

"Oh Ty… you're going to get me in trouble." Adam informed me. I laughed.

"With who?"

"Sorry, I meant to say you're going to get yourself in trouble. With me." He tackled me playfully to the ground, making me laugh as we wrestled around a bit, until he had me firmly pinned down, straddling my waist, staring down at me with a cocky smile.

"What will you do to me?" I teased, trying to nip at his neck.

"You don't know how helpless you look." He concluded.

"And…?"

"I don't know what it is about you that makes me want to make you scream my name, honestly. It's confusing." He stated, giving me a quick kiss before letting me up.

"You're ridiculous." I answered, shoving him playfully away.

"Should we keep this a secret for now?" Adam questioned, suddenly serious. I looked to him, nodding.

"I don't feel comfortable announcing something until I'm positive it's going to happen for a while." I informed him sadly.

"Hey, me too!" He laughed. "So it's agreed then. We're a secret. A dirty little secret." He confirmed, kissing me, his hands around my neck, holding my chin up to him, my hands lost in his luscious hair.

"A dirty little secret." I assured, giggling as he placing his forehead to me, pecking my lips with kisses.