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"Can you see anyone?"

"No."

Cross stared up at Nightmare as he looked out of the ledge to the entrance of their little cave they'd been hiding in.

The octopus sighed, dropping down from the ledge and looking at the smaller's bandaged thigh, which still showed signs of blood leaking through. "...How's your leg?"

"It's fine..." He said quickly, looking away. Truthfully, it was stinging horribly and was making his head pound.

"Don't lie to me." He growled, crouching down next to him and gently poking the deep cut.

Cross immediately jolted, hissing weakly through his teeth in pain. "H-Hey!"

"See? You lied."

"Sorry..." He winced, looking up at him timidly. "I-I don't want to be a burden to you..."

The fever he'd caught had gone down a lot since he'd got it and he could actually move a bit and talk properly now. But everything was still fuzzy in his head and there was still a constant churning feeling in his non-existent stomach that he couldn't get rid of.

"Cross, you heard what the announcement said. Two people can now win this thing, and I'm not planning on doing it with anyone else. Most people will probably ignore that and go solo, but that won't really help ratings. I don't think so anyway. People these days want a little friendship in these things. That or fucking romance."

The smaller blushed slightly, quickly pulling his tattered scarf up over his face to hide his cheeks. "I-I guess..."

"Plus you kept my secret for me. I guess I owe you one. Something like that."

"O-Oh, you don't need to owe me anything..." He mumbled, his scarf muffling his words a little bit.

"Too bad, I'm making both of us win this and that's final. You don't have a say in this."

"B-But what if I-I hold you back? I'll just drag you down and ruin your chances! I'm a dead weight and y-you know it..." He pulled his knees up to his chest, ignoring the stinging pain that resulted from it.

"Maybe you will. I don't care. We might as well try, right?" He shot him a smirk, humming. "If you're too much of a burden, I'll just dump you and leave you for dead."

Even though that was what Cross had been suggesting all this time, him saying that made him flinch. "Y-Yeah..."

"Beside, you killed Error and some kid. Two kills. In my books, that means you have to be at least a decent player. You're not as bad as you keep telling yourself." The taller rested his back against the cold stone of the cave wall, ignoring the fact that it was slightly wet. He closed his eye, seeming relaxed despite the fact that they were still in a blood filled death match with only eight people left. It was if he'd forgotten.

Even though he tried not to, Cross ended up staring at the dark skeleton, his eyes subconsciously looking him up and down. As much as he hated to admit it, he was rather nice to look at.

Nightmare, having sensed Cross' gaze, looked down at the smaller suddenly, causing him to look away quickly in embarrassment. He chuckled softly, his own eye wandering up and down the Smol's petit body.

He honestly found him cute. He was small and weak, completely the opposite of hunger games material. However he was surprisingly strong and fast, and incredibly brave. He'd volunteered for his brother despite knowing the risks. Most people would never do that.

"Stop s-staring at me!" He squeaked, pushing his hand into Nightmare's face and obscuring his view. "Creep!"

"I'm the creep? You stared at me first!" He yelped, shoving the smaller back in return.

Cross cried out in surprise, his bodyweight shifting before his back hit the uneven stone floor of the cave. As he'd fallen, he'd grabbed onto Nightmare's hoodie sleeve on instinct in the hopes that it would keep him up. It didn't.

The taller was unceremoniously dragged down with him, yelling in confusion as he basically fell on top of the smaller's body.

Blush immediately flooded Cross' face and he squealed, looking up at Nightmare with wide eyes.

Nightmare blinked, his face only a few inches away from the oreo beneath him. He stared at his face, noticing his enlarged pupils and blush stained cheeks. God he looked really cute.

"N-Nightmare...?" He stuttered, his voice barely a whisper.

"Hm?" He didn't get off, getting a bit closer if anything.

"Are y-you gonna..." He trailed off, looking to the side in embarrassment and shifting weakly beneath him.

Nightmare blinked, his tentacles twitching as the low buzz of a camera drone rang out. It was incredibly silent, almost impossible to hear, but it was definitely there. Watching.

All the TV's at home were probably screening them right now, displaying their little tumble and quiet moment to the whole world.

He knew he should get off of the smol, but something was also itching at the back of his mind. Making a move would certainly give them ratings, ratings that could spiral them up to the most popular team. That meant they'd get more sponsors. And that meant that they were more likely to receive packages to help in situations. And those packages could be the difference between winning and loosing.

He stared down at Cross, balancing his weight on one hand as he raised the other to gently tilt the smol's face go look up at him.

Cross gulped, his face having flushed a deep magenta. He couldn't even hear himself talk because of the pounding in his skull. "N-Nightmare I--"

He cut him off, leaning down and pressing their 'lips' together.

Beneath him, Cross froze up entirely, his whole body going stiff as cardboard. His first initial reaction was to scream, but he managed to hold back from that. He trembled softly, not knowing what to do.

But as soon as it had started, Nightmare pulled back. He rolled off of him, not saying a word as he jumped to his feet and turned away. The kiss had left his mouth tingling, the odd taste of Cross' 'lips' lingering in his mouth. He didn't know if he liked it or not.

Cross on the other hand was shook, a hand gently pressing over his mouth. His soul was constantly fluttering, beating harshly against his rib cage so loud that the people watching in their living rooms at home could probably hear it as well. He almost felt light headed, his vision not quite straight. After all, that had been his first kiss.

"Nightmare..."

"Don't." The taller glanced back at him, expression emotionless.

Cross went silent immediately, slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position. His brain was firing questions at him, telling him to speak up and ask why he'd done what he had.

Nightmare silently cursed every bad word he knew under his breath. Why the hell had he done that? Why why why why did he think that was a good idea? "Retard."

"Hm?"

"No, not you, don't worry." He muttered, pulling himself back onto the ledge and peaking out of the cave entrance.

Cross winced, staring intently up at Nightmare. "Hey Nightmare...?"

"Don't talk."

"...Why'd you just kiss me?"

He went poker faced, glancing at him. "Do you understand English? Je naim pas tu parler."

Cross blinked rapidly. "What?"

Nightmare groaned, dropping down and trudging back over to him. "French."

"Oh, um, what did you say?"

"I don't like you talking. I think. I dunno, my French is pretty shit." He sunk down next to him in a sitting position, one leg lazily crossed over the other.

Cross giggled softly, shifting a bit closer so that he could rest his head on Nightmare's shoulder. "Um, Bonjour?"

Nightmare snorted, shaking his head. "Is that all you know?"

He whined, nodding softly. "I was never taught languages in my district. Hell, we never even had a school."

"Really?" He looked at him in surprise. "Damn."

"Yeah, life of a poor person."

"Rich guy cant relate." Nightmare snickered, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him a bit closer.

Cross blushed softly, nodding. "What's it like being in district one? You must have everything you've ever wanted."

"Sure. But there's so much to be expected of you, and if I'm honest, I'm kind of getting bored of all the hyper parties I get invited to."

"Really? I'd never get bored of those. You know I've always dreamed of being a kid like you, a high district person."

"First, I'm not a kid, you're the kid. And two, when we win this, you'll get to live like a king anyway."

"If we win this..." He whispered softly, closing his eyes.

"We will Cross. We will..."

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Uwuwuwuwuwuwu they'll have more kissys soon and what-not, being actually more genuine and shit.

But did Nightmare kiss Cross just because of ratings or because he actually has feeling for him????

Y o u d e c i d e

Actually I decide so idk lmao just roll with it uwu

Kréme tomorrow yeyeyey

-Jess-