Someone knocked on the door. We both were frozen. I pulled back slightly and glanced upwards at Chris. His eyes were locked on the door.

"I know you're in there." Tris said.

He sighed and let go of me, throwing open the door and revealing Tris. She smiled widely. She didn't step into the room though. I guessed it was some kind of respect thing. I wasn't sure where to put myself so I sat on the edge of the bed, trailing my hand along the crimson bed throw.

"I need you to come down and be there." Tris was saying.

"I know. I do know the procedure. It's been 600 years that I've been doing this." Chris replied, sounding frustrated.

Tris' smile became sympathetic and she peeked round at me. Chris followed her gaze and managed a slight smile in my direction. I felt my face heat up, choosing to toy with my hair instead.

"Give me a minute." Chris said, closing the door.

I peeked from under my fringe as he did up the buttons on his shirt and put his jacket back on, turning towards me and sitting next to me. I shifted and looked at him, managing to meet his eyes.

"You're leaving me." I murmured.

"So melodramatic, aren't we? I won't be long." He replied, holding my hand in his, tracing his thumb across my knuckles.

I nodded and he smiled, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I think I held my breath, maybe hoping if I did then this moment would last forever. It didn't and he got up, leaving me alone.

There was so much I could do, like watch television. I had so many stations at my disposal. Or, and this was better, I could sneak around his room and be nosy. I woulnd't get too nosy. I just wanted to look and see what I would find out.

Starting from the cupboard, I hesitated. I wouldn't open the cupboard. That's where private things are kept. Instead, I walked over to the desk. There was a silver box on the top of the desk. It had a keyhole though so I doubt I'd be going through that. It felt sneaky doing this so I sat on the bed again.

Something caught my eye near the bedside table. I reached down and plucked it out. It was polaroid photo. It was a girl. Her hair was pink and she was seated in the window seat across the way. She was smiling prettily. Shifting off the bed, I seated myself in the same spot.

The view was pretty awesome. I could see across the Netherworld towards the buildings with their jagged spires and cobbled streets. Was this what she was looking at? I glanced at the picture again. A halo of light surrounded her and I realised this was taken at night. Was this Sabrina? It had to be.

A strange, prickling sensation overcame me. In one instance I was awed by her beauty and grace. In the other, I wanted to tear the picture to pieces. She wasn't looking at the view though. Her face was tilted, anlged towards whoever was taking the picture. I suddenly felt really uncomfortable.

Standing, I tucked the photo back where I'd found it. I sat on the bed. Was I jealous of a girl I'd never met? Of a girl that had had something so awful happen to her? I was a horrible person. I flopped down onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. My eyes closed.

The door suddenly slammed and I jumped up. Chris was back. Evidently something had gone bad, but I wasn't sure what. He obviously hadn't noticed I'd been asleep. He sat down next to me and finally smiled.

"Sorry, I scared you." He murmured.

"What'd that door ever do to you?" I asked, and he chuckled.

"Yeah, it's just the whole new recruits thing." He said, sitting back on the bed.

"You mean Ashley?" I asked, and then regretted it because his dark eyes observed me.

He wasn't telling me to mind my own business. I'm sure he wondered how I knew her name. I decided to look away and I felt him inch closer, grasping my chin. I was surprised to see him smiling.

"Who told you?" He asked.

"N-no one. Just sorta heard it through the ol' grapevine." I smiled, and he raised a brow.

"Of course you did. I'll figure out who it was, Junko." He said, that same playful smirk appearing.

"Ok fine, Keith told me." I blurted out.

"See that wasn't too difficult now, was it?" He chuckled.

I narrowed my eyes at him. There was a slight look of innocence on his face. Yeah right, he wasn't innocent. I forced myself to be serious.

"So, was it Ashley?" I persisted.

"If you must know, it was. She cornered me as I was leaving and we had a bit of a row. Just like old times." Chris replied.

They'd fought. It sounded like a regular thing. Maybe it was a good thing the engagement was called off.

"You two were meant to be engaged, right?" I asked.

"Meant to be. It never happened. Her father pushed for it. Mine did not," He replied, dark gaze going towards me again. "You know a lot. Maybe I should punish you for snooping."

Nerves ate away at me the moment those sinful eyes trailed down my body. Sure, I was wearing a dress today, of all the days. I clenched my fingers in the hem of my dress. Play it all off as a joke, Junko.

"You're so funny." I fake laughed.

"I wasn't aware I was joking." He said, eyes boring into mine.

I probably shouldn't reveal the other thing I knew. The thing Andy had told me. I glanced at my boyfriend. He must have noticed my expression change. 850 years being alive obviously made you somewhat wiser and able to read body language.

"Why aren't you smiling anymore?" Chris asked.

Quick think of something. Ask something else. There is so much you don't know so just blurt the first thing you can think of out.

"What's your true form? Keith said something about forms. What's yours?" I blurted. Nailed it.

"My true form?" Chris repeated, seeming to think. "Think Lovecraftian, but worse."

"C-can I see?" I asked, and he smirked.

"It might drive you a little insane. That could be a problem if we were to continue a relationship." He replied, leaning his chin on his hand.

He blinked and his pupils blackened. I guessed that would be all I'd be seeing. He tilted his head to the side, watching me.

"I'm not afraid." I said, and it was true.

I hadn't been afraid that day I'd seen him with the black eyes and that insane scythe. I wasn't afraid of him today. He'd never hurt me. I managed a smile and he blinked again, eyes returning to normal.

"I'm going to change." He stated, standing and removing his jacket.

Nope, not in front of me. He unbottoned his shirt and I felt the heat flood to my face. Out of pure embarrassment, I covered my eyes with my hands. I could just about hear the clink of a belt through the roaring of my ears.

I could hear him pulling on some jeans and I waited. He must be finished now. I lowered my hands to find he was right in front of me, dark eyes staring into my own. Out of curiosity, my gaze went downwards, taking in his broad shoulders covered in tattoos. His stomach was flat and my gaze trailed downwards. He was wearing jeans, but the belt was undone.

"Why?" I squeaked.

"Seeing your reactions is always funny." Chris replied.

His lips met mine, kissing me gently. I responded, sighing into the kiss. It was amazing. Someone knocked on the door. Chris pulled back, glaring at the door. He moved quickly, grabbing a t-shirt and pulling it on.

I barely had time to react when he grabbed my hand, pulling me close. What the heck did he have planned? He pressed a panel on his bracelet and we were transported. When I opened my eyes, we were outside my room.

"I want to see where you live." He stated.

Fair enough. I turned and unlocked the door. My room was nothing fancy. I had decorated it light pink and strewn plushies everywhere. I certainly felt like a grown-up. Chris sat on my bed, picking up my Grumpy Cat plush, squidging its face.

He grinned and threw it at me, laughing when I batted it away. I wondered how long we'd stay here. I thought he was just curious.

"We should go back." I said.

"I'd rather stay here." He replied.

Alison would freak if she found out. I turned round and rested my head against the door. Alison wasn't overly strict, but guys weren't allowed to be here. It was girls only. Sure, other girls snuck their boyfriends in, but I was so afraid of getting in trouble.

A large hand enveloped mine and I turned to face him. How'd he move so quick? His lips met mine again, quickly deepening the kiss. I responded, arms coiling round his shoulders. Kissing whilst standing was quite difficult. I think it was the height difference. We pulled apart.

"You're too tall." I whined.

"Nope, you're just a midget." Chris replied.

Maybe staying here wouldn't be so bad. My bed was only queen sized so I was certain we'd both fit. I glanced at the clock. It was around three. We could order food and watch movies. That sounded fun.

We did end up watching films. This was awesome. The sky darkened until there was only the glow from my tv set. Chris' bracelet started glowing and he rolled his eyes. Watching him bring up the hologram, I noticed it said something about a mission.

"What kind of mission?" I asked.

"Haunted road. Boring." He sighed.

"Doesn't sound boring." I said, tilting my head back to look at him.

"Then you can go with Andy and Ashley." Chris responded.

Had I just volunteered myself for a mission? Yeah, I had. I didn't care. It would give me something to do during my week off. I relaxed again and closed my eyes. Sleep dragged me in.

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