I don't know why but I find this first part very hurt. Very ow.

Help meh... ;-;

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Two districts encased the city of Delaries.

The district protected by police just known as Delaries.

And the district plagued by crime known as the district.

No one ever went to the district, well, other then the police. They almost always arrested the more heart wrenching criminals inside. Except for a few groups, more of gangs rather then posses. The most popular one being 'Melted Souls' run by Nightmare.

Next up is 'Serenade' run by who knows. We've never gotten a name for the leader. Let alone if there is a leader.

Then there's 'Jagged Stars' run by Zolomin, a reptilian monster. A monster made of muscle and idiotic decisions rather then brains. Although he can be a quick witted monster in disastrous situations effecting his gang. That's about the only thing we need to know about him. Other then his distaste for another gang called 'Seven Gates'.

Third to 'Jagged Stars' is 'Seven Gates'. Not much is known about this specific gang other then them having a settlement overseas. It was overheard that they're only here to pick off a few loose ends. But that can't be confirmed.

Reaper sighed as he looked over documents of the biggest not well known gangs. How the police didn't know more about such things stunned most people. Especially 'Melted Souls', since the only thing really known is that Dreams brother runs it.

Dream was Inks husband. They had a little two year old named Palette.

At the time they were together Reaper would become quite jealous of their relationship. But all things must come to an end, theirs ending in divorce.

Reaper never had a true, honest relationship since monsters only wanted him for his wealth and power. He was head of the police force and sometimes, he just wanted someone to take away the loneliness of his high end job.

Maybe he needed to finally find someone. A mate, or just someone to spend his days with. But he couldn't focus on that now. He needed information that not even his best undercover agents could give. Sometimes you needed to do things yourself in order to get the best results and that's exactly what Reaper was going to do.

It's not like he hadn't gone undercover before but the district was a place plagued with crime. Criminals ran the streets and Reaper couldn't help but shudder at the thought of leaving the safety of the police station.

He didn't want to do this.

But it was necessary to acquire information regarding these groups. It would be too risky to even attempt to take down one of these gangs alone. A group would- hopefully -be better, that's why Reaper was in a conference room with seven of his best men. Ink, Blue, Sci, Lust- surprisingly -, Classic, Dream, Reaper himself, and Fresh.

~

"It's too risky Reaper! The district doesn't have rules. We can't go in there guns blazing and expect to gather information like that." Dream exclaimed. He's been more of a nuisance since he's gotten back from his six week stay wherever he was. Granted he was in the presence of criminals for a week longer then intended. He won't even speak about the experience.

I groaned while running a boney hand over my face, "Dream you weren't listening! If we're going to gather anything then we need to get a group of our own. We need to establish that we won't take their shit. To leave us alone."

Dream huffed angrily, "So a gang of cops? Stars, is that what the force has fallen too?"

"Dream, darling! Don't think of it like that. Not everything is black and white. Some things need to be done and this needs to be done." Lust expressed. He and I are not exactly friends but we agree with each other on certain things. For now.

"I honestly could care less if Fell wasn't apart of this." Classic clenched his teeth at the thought.

That's right, Fell was Classic's husband before the force found out all the bad shit he's done.

"Well we don't have a choice in this since those guys always weed out our plans before they've even started." I expressed dejectedly. Trying to come up with a plan like this was hard. Yes we have undercover agents like Melissa and Melinda but sometimes they don't work out well. Other then Melinda who is doing a better job with Seven Gates then Melted Souls.

"So, assuming we need time to build a gang. Does anyone know their way around the district?" Blue asked, his eye lights roaming around the room. He doesn't exactly like this idea ether but we're running out of options.

Fresh, surprisingly raised his hand, "Grew up their dawg. Need a tour? The freshest home slice in town can help." Grinning, one of his hands rested on the back of his skull as he gave the peace sign.

All of us just, sorta, stared at him, except for Dream.

"Fresh you never mentioned that you lived anywhere other then here." My voice was clipped, unamused, and already annoyed that Fresh left out another detail about his personal life. Fresh has been in the force forever, so long that I don't even remember a time he wasn't here.

Fresh shrugged, "Sometimes even I forget dawg." He drawled, his posture slacking as his nerves took over. It wasn't often that Fresh let his emotions show but from what I know, Fresh was always a wild card on the force.

~

With the plan in place we headed into the district. You couldn't easily tell the difference between the district and Delaries since they both looked the same. But the people you could easily tell the difference between.

Most in Delaries are bright eyed, much less reserved, and are blistering with uncontainable energy. Delaries seems more free more bountiful in all sorts of sports, arts, and just creativity overall.

While the district has a veil of authority over it, not that it didn't have creativity. More monsters and people were reserved, kept their eyes forward, their children close at hand. As if it was a survival mechanism. Which I guess it was. No child grows up here without encountering something incriminating.

I'm the first one here since Melinda wanted to meet early. Said she had an informant that wanted to talk to the newest gang leader in town. She also wanted to explain the 'rules' to me.

What rules? Surely this place doesn't have a hierarchy.

My forefinger taps against the table in a small restaurant as I wait for the small squirrel women to emerge. It seems nice at least. A little off putting with a couple of big guys to my far right but other then that it's alright.

The small bell chimes as someone walks in.

I don't move, finding more interest on what's going on outside. There's a brawl with a muscular male wolf monster and a female snow leopard. Both are grinning from ear to ear as they hammer down on one another.

"Ah, don't pay them any mind Reaper." A voice slick and smooth sounds from the other side of my table. I glance to my right, eyeing the new arrival. It's Melinda.

"So, there are rules here?" I question. I find it amusing how one has to follow rules here.

Melinda purses her lips in irritation, "Yes you dunce." Her squirrel tail twitching.

"Are you sure I can't flirt my way through?~" I asked, "I am, in fact, the grim reaper." I give her a cheeky smile.

Melinda closes her eyes. Taking a deep breath to calm her raging emotions before looking back at me with a very serious expression. Her dark brown eyes staring with intensity, "Listen. Your lucky I was able to make it out here. Wish doesn't let me off my metaphorical leash easily. You can already guess why so shut up and listen before I'm dragged back to him." She snaps.

Wow, she's in a mood, "Your plan not going well I take it?" I raise a boney brow at her.

"No. Anyways. Stay out of their way, don't even try to make friends, if you gain a foot hold then keep it quiet until your strong enough to defend yourself. And most importantly, keep Lust on a damn leash. You guys really don't need to start shit. I hope you know how to role play. Because your gonna need to stay in character for years." She explains.

Years? I'm willing to bet we'll be done in three months. Not saying that out loud though, "Is that what this is?" I gestured to her bright yellow sun dress. Polka dotted star earrings and a bandanna wrapped around her wrist.

She smirks at me, "Yes. That would be what this is." She gestures to herself.

"Is that all I need to know?"

"Yes."

Ok, not many rules or things I need to look into, "Who runs this part of town?"

"Geno."

I blink at her, confusion woven into my features, "Whose 'Geno'."

"He's the informant I was talking to you about. And, he's a one monster army." She explains.

"How?"

"Everyone just knows not to mess with him. He never expands his territory. Never gets into a scuffle with any of the other gangs ether. He's just, here I guess." She shrugs.

"Anything else I should know before we meet him?"

"He's cunning, manipulative, has an insatiable anger towards the world, and about as bad as you can get. Should also mention that he has a eyepatch on his right eye socket. His clothes are mostly white other then the blood smeared t-shirt he wears. The blood isn't his own although some like to think he's in a ruthless gang that's very spread out." She explains.

I nod to myself. Accepting the information given, "When do we go meet him?"

"We don't have to move. He's coming in here."

I raise a brow at her, "Why would he come here?"

A smirk played on her lips, "He wants to size you up Chief."

I gave her a pointed look, "So, hows the whole Seven Gates thing going."

She made a face, "I'm their personal dress up doll." She mutters.

I chuckled, "Your roommate not being to friendly?" I loved teasing Melinda.

"My roommate figured out I was an agent you ass." She snapped.

I froze as I stared at her with widened eyes, "W-What?" The stuttering wasn't going to help her!

She waved me off, "Its fine. I'll figure something out."

"We need to pull you out Melinda." I grind out.

She gave me a pointed look, "Reaper, I'm fine. I'll figure something out. If anything he's trying to help me while not to get caught by the others. He wants this Zeneky fellow gone and I'm all for taking bad guys down."

My eye socket twitches, "No Melinda, I'm not ok with this. Are you trying to provoke death? No pun intended." I seethed.

Melinda rolled her eyes, "Everyone knows he's a big softy." She states as someone pulls up a chair, it's back facing the table as someone sits on it.

I jump, un expectant of the large figure. He's at least 6'9 to my 6'0. A worn red scarf with holes in random places wrapped around his neck. A white jacket lay on his shoulders with a torn white T-shirt adorned with a smudge of dried blood. Black sweat pants with pink slippers cover the rest of his body. His hands are calloused while his face has a crack adorning his left eye socket. An eye patch covering the said injury.

He looked like a murderer.

Lucky me.

I gulped while Melinda chuckled at me, "Reaps, this here is Geno."

Just like Melinda said, he is trying to size me up.

His eye light rolls over me.

I shiver at the unwanted attention.

This Geno bellows out a laugh, "Mindy, you think he's going to survive here?" He sits a little straighter, "He looks more like one of those monsters from Delaries. More bright eyed and free." He comments.

Melinda slams her hands on the table, propping herself up into his face, "You were no better when you first got here Geno. Don't go criticizing him over where he's from. No one and I mean no one does that to you ya? Or should I mention your rich, piece of shit family?" She hisses.

His manic look masked over as she got in his face.

They had a staring contest for a minute before an understanding came between them. Melinda slowly lowered herself to sit as Geno continued to stare at the small squirrel in front of him, "Well," he started slow, "I see Wish has taught you well. I'll take your advice and help this runt. I'm going to need compensation though." A twisted grin lights up his features.

Melinda crosses her arms while raising a brow, "You've helped monsters for less." She comments her face stony.

I eyed Geno as his leg started shaking, his eye light flickering from place to place as if there was danger afoot, "Fine. I'll help him but don't expect me to do anything more." He snaps while standing, stomping out of the little restaurant.

Melinda smiles at me, "Now you'll be okay! Geno can be rough but he's a good monster. You just need to get to know him. And not let his manipulative tendencies get to you." She explains. Then she stiffens as someone else takes his place.

A yellow boned skeleton to be more specific.

"Well Melly," The skeleton drawled, "I never expected you to go off helping other cops." The yellow boned monster commented.

A grey beanie lay on his head as very light scars adorned his face. A baby blue bandanna wrapped around his neck with a orange sweat shirt laying on his shoulders. Blue jeans with black sneakers covering the rest of him.

Melinda sagged in her chair, the back of her head resting on the back of said chair as she absentmindedly stared up at the ceiling, "I knew you would follow me. Why didn't I prepare for it."

"Because you love me.~" the skeleton teased, resting his cheek on his propped up palm.

"If I hypothetically did love you then I would've brought you with me or told you where I was going." She snapped, "Since you know who I am then this..." she pointed between the three of us, "stays between you and me. Got it?" Giving the skeleton a pointed look he nodded in compliance.

"I have a suggestion." The skeleton started, "How about, instead of bringing the entire police force down here to form a gang, you just work with Geno." He commented in a 'duh' tone.

Melinda smacked her palm against her head, "No Wish! That wouldn't work! Gen-"

"It would work because then you have a cop and a criminal working towards the same end goal." He scolds, "Geno hates Melted Souls and basically every gang in this place."

"Except for Seven Gates." Melinda adds with an eye twitch noting how she got interrupted.

Wish smirks at her, "Aw look at you. I'm teaching you so well!" He exclaims.

I just sink in my seat. Defeated with the knowledge Wish has, every gang probably knows what we're up to.

Wish glances at me before sighing, "You want to know more about the gangs here?" He asks.

"I wouldn't be here if the force knew." I rub my face with one of my hands.

"I'll tell you about every gang except 'Seven Gates', 'Serenade', Novella, and obviously Geno." He scratches the back of his head.

I stare at him, bug eyed. Sitting up straighter, I pulled out a note book and a pen, "Whenever your ready."

Wish shakes his head in amusement, "I only want two things for this information. You help take out Zeneky, and work for Geno for a year. You can do ether or first, maybe even at the same time."

Melinda stares at Wish wide eyed, "Wish no! Geno'll get him killed! And Geno doesn't need another body on his hands! I can work on Zeneky with you, you idi-" Wish slaps a hand over her mouth while looking me in the eyes.

I rub my temples, "Is this were the manipulation part kicks in?"

Wish's intense staring breaks with a feral grin, "If you want manipulation then I'll be happy to indulge you." He comments as Melinda smacks his hand away.

"He'll take the deal Wish. So just tell him already." She sighs in defeat.

"Wait I didn't-" Wish cut me off with a load of information.

~

Three hours later and I called off the mass migration. Telling them I had it under control. Even though I didn't and was basically forced into this deal.

Walking up to Geno's home was nerve wracking in itself. Graffiti covered the walls of the old building. It was a giant old ware house that looked to be crumbling from the out side. Such a safety hazard.

Knocking on the stained side door, I heard a grunt from inside. Almost as if whoever was in there was talking to someone.

The door whips open to reveal a shocked Geno.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I waited for him to speak.

"Why are you here?" His one eye light was terrifying with its twisted red and blue magic. Of course I wasn't about to tell him that he was scaring the hell out of everyone he's most likely bumped into.

I cleared my throat, "I made a deal with Wish. I'll be working for you from now until this time next year." I explained.

His eye light dimmed, the magic replaced with an insanity I didn't realize he had until now. A manic grin lighting up his features, "Oh? I get a new slave? And after a good two years of being slave free too." He cackles to himself his free hand going to his none damaged socket, "We're going to have so much fun. Oh wait. What's your name?"

He didn't even know my name?! My fists clenched but I refused to give him any sort of reaction, "I am Reaper. The grim reaper. I'm not your slave Geno. I am a cop. I can arrest you for slavery." I commented not realizing my mistake.

He lost his grin but the insanity never left his aura, "Pity." He muttered reluctantly while pulling the door open enough for me to walk through, "Come in then, employee." He seemed to be testing out the word as I walked in.

I looked around the room. It wasn't to bad. Some paintings littered the walls with rough sketches of other monsters- Wait, these look like the murder mystery monsters that were killed for no reason. No evidence was left behind to go on ether.

I looked around for Geno but he had left somewhere. I'm so curious. Walking up to a painting and touching it's wooden frame, perfectly crafted to save the monster inside. Maybe even preserve their presence in the world.

Someone latched painfully onto my shoulder and whipped me around so my back crashed into the wall. Geno!? His magic flared, "D o  n o t  t o u c h." He seethed, as his eyes whipped to the painting I had touched. My shoulder and back throbbed in pain as he examined the painting. Geno's breath coming out in pants as he rested his forehead against the wall.

I just stared at him, too terrified to move.

He turned his head so he could see me, rubbing a hand over his face as he continued to calm himself, "I," He paused in thought, "I'm sorry for my out burst. It didn't occur to me to tell you not to touch any of my paintings. As I said I haven't had someone here in over two years." He sighed, "How badly did I hurt you?" His eye light did it's best to avoid me but without me answering his stare returned to my face, "Ah, to terrified to speak." He cackles to himself. Pointing to the opposite end of the room, "Your room is over there employee." He points up, "I live on the second floor." He points to his right, "The stairs are there if you ever need me." He comments as if I'll need him right after he leaves.

Pushing off the wall, Geno walks off. His worn scarf swaying as he stops just before the stairs, "If you don't want another outburst, then I suggest you don't touch anything I may have made. Or I haven't made specifically for you." He points to his left again. A sofa with a Tv sits next to my door. The Tv being on a stand with the sofa across from it, a couple small tables sitting on each end with a coffee table in front of the sofa. Next to the little living room is a big kitchen, "You may use the luxuries next to your room. I often cook so I suggest staying out of the kitchen. You have a bathroom inside your bedroom." He comments as he disappears upstairs.

I breathed out a sigh of relief. Why is he so terrifying? Touching the wall, being careful of the paintings, I push off and walk over to my 'room'. The door is white with no smudges. Actually, the entire ware house looks dust and stain free. Has he cleaned this entire place? Pushing open the door, the bed is made with a night stand on the side. An alarm clock with a lamp stand on the tables surface. A cork board adorns the wall across from the bed, off to the side of the dresser. Everything's a little small but that was probably to help with height differences.

Not a speck of dust in sight.

Other then those few things, two doors were parallel to one another on the far side of the room. I assumed one was the bathroom he was talking about while the other was a type of closet. But I'll leave exploring to tomorrow. Shoulder needs attention while I needed sleep.

Flopping onto my bed my thoughts drift. Why did Melinda ever make me agree to this? I didn't like this and I'm sure Geno is sad that he doesn't have a new toy.

~

The next day I woke in bed. The blankets covering me and my position changed so instead of the bed, I was sleeping on the pillow. Everything seemed to have grown in size as well.

Oh lucky me.

I live with psychopathic insanity ridden skeleton who has the sneak ability on max. What could get worse? Oh ya, somehow during the night I changed in my sleep. My casual clothes gone only to wake up in my actual reaper PJs. Wait- DID HE SNEAK INTO MY HOME?!

Hopping out of bed I stomp through my door and into the open space of the ware house.

Geno's grinning face meet my enraged one like he just won the lottery, "Employee! Your awake! I made breakfast." He spouts, amused by my anger.

"You broke into my house!" I seethed.

Geno raised a brow at me, "No. I made the PJs you're wearing now." He waves me off.

My eyes widen as I looked down at myself, feeling how the fabric is softer then my own PJs. My cheeks tinted blue at my mistake but I questioned further, "If you somehow didn't break into my home, then how did you get this exact design." I gestured to myself.

Cackling like a fool only made me more flustered. He sobered as he spoke, "Your MonsterBook had a picture of your PJs. It, was disturbing." He commented with furrowed brows, "Never knew someone could be stranger then I." He muttered while turning away from me to resume his cooking.

I wanted the ocean to swallow me at this point. How did he even know I had a Monsterbook!?

I crept up to the counter of the kitchen, my plate of eggs, bacon, and toast already dished. Inspecting it, Geno chuckled at me. His own plate dished as well, as he stands across from me, "I only make it a habit to drug my slaves employee."

That doesn't make me feel better.

Gingerly picking up my spoon with scrambled eggs on it, I munch slowly on the eggs. Watching Geno with a calculated expression.

Geno ate his eggs in silence, his gaze more on the ceiling then on me.

I took in his frame.

He wore a red bath robe that was tied at the waist. His eye patch was gone so I could see the crack on his left socket clearly as well as the lightless socket staring into nothingness.

He noticed my staring and gave me a wry smile, "My last, guest, thought my left eye was creepy. I'll get my eye patch in a moment."

I blinked, "No it's alright. You should be able to be yourself in your own home." I commented absentmindedly as I devoured my breakfast. It was pretty good actually.

Geno stared at me for a long moment before returning to his meal, eating slower then before.

~

After breakfast Geno got a call. It was for a job and safe to say, I hated it.

I was running for my life most of that time we were out. Being exhausted and in a car is not a good combination. I was out like a light.

Waking up the next morning, still in the car, the cycle repeated.

That first job was one of many. Over the past two months we've had at least forty seven jobs in total.

Since the fifteen job, Geno has gotten softer? I think is the right word. He's not as angry or closed off. Like we've gotten closer somehow. He's stopped leaving me in the car too. It's, unlike him to be so, considerate?

Maybe it's all the times I've cursed him within his hearing rang. Or the fact that I'm always shooting down his outrageously shit ideas. No, I know what happened. I some how made myself look more terrified to him. So he, in turn, has resorted to becoming softer.

I stood up from the couch in my shorts and a tank top, bare footed. It was a hot day and Geno refused to install air conditioning. Scratching the back of my skull I headed over to the wall of paintings. The first time I had encountered an outburst was over here. Of course every outburst since then was never directed towards me since I never touched anything he made.

I actually heeded a warning for once.

Geno was a strange guy. Artistically his pieces were beautiful. Psychologically he was pretty banged up in the head. I've come to know the skeleton far more then he's probably realized.

His parents were shit. They beat him senseless. Made him hate every monster not under his direct control. He tells me to do a lot of shit. And I do that shit because he's my boss.  Sometimes I have to avoid some of that shit because he's a manipulative bastard but I still do his other shit.

I had forgotten what it was like to be under someone's command. It's really grounded me in what I could lose. My staff. My men. Lose the people's support for just one slip up.

With Geno I've slipped up so much because of my officer brain. Trying to do things by the book, unthinking of what an actual criminal would do. I shouldn't even be doing criminal shit to begin with. But of course Geno never re primed me for my slip ups instead going for a smile and a 'good job'.

Then there's the talk of his brothers and how they left him to team up against the world. I now know he isn't apart of the murder mysteries. He's told me that one of his brothers killed those monsters and since Geno himself was too late to save them, he kept their portraits here. As a reminder to cherish everyone close to you. No matter how long you have with them.

I shook my head as I listened silently for Geno's decent only to hear an odd crack. Glancing around, a chill ran up my spine as a crash came from up stairs. I bolted to, hopefully, Geno's room and whipped open the door.

I looked around frantically only to catch him curled up in the far left corner. His magic the only source for me to know he's their since it's so dark, "Geno? Are you okay?" Leaning into the room and flicking on the light switch.

I was meet with a fairly clean room with a canvas in the middle, facing Geno. He had paint covering his hands and skull. Shaking and whimpering, with a broken paintbrush crushed between his fingers, I knew he was having some sort of a panic attack. Rushing over to him, unthinkingly, I hugged him. He stiffened at the contact but as if sensing I wasn't going to hurt him, he pulled me into his lap as he buried his face into the crook of my neck.

I had only seen him like this once. Unknowing how to help him the first time I'll be damned if I can't help him this time. Disliking when people I knew would bottled up their emotions, this was just a natural reaction to me. To help. To save. To comfort. Are all the things I will always stand beside as a leader, a friend, or an employee. I chuckled quietly to myself.

Holding me tight enough so I couldn't move, his tears hit my shoulder but I didn't mind. I enjoyed this side of Geno- whenever it decided to make itself known -anyways. I turned my head to the canvas, my eyes bulging at the image in front of me. It was Error of all people killing a monster. Why Geno had drawn that, I would have to ask him later.

~

The attack lasted for an hour at least. I never got the chance to ask him about the canvas ether.

Geno was a wreck like he was the first time I'd seen this. So I helped him clean, and cook despite how I ended up burning a spoon. It was fun and I even got a smile out of him once in a while despite his moody ass.

I chuckled at his distress while I flirted lightly with him. Watching amusingly as he turned into a cherry. I didn't even know he could blush like a teen that's never been flirted to in his life.

Geno would even say 'I hate you' or give me a snarky comeback as he tried to regain his composure.

His phone rang as we were cleaning, he didn't even bother answering it. Which was weird since he always answered his calls.

Shaking my head I blew it off as a one time thing.

~

Over the next six months the cycle continued with little events happening in between.

Geno has gotten a lot more friendly, is the best way to put it. Instead of getting flustered and out of sync with himself. He now takes it in stride. Sometimes flirting right back with me.

I did warn him that I flirt for fun so maybe he's doing the same?

Over one hundred jobs we've been on at this point. Still Geno tells me good job despite my slip ups.

He's become more open. Leaving his eye patch in his room and surprising me with a jump scare ever so often. One would think he might be changing. But maybe not. You can never tell with Geno. His cunning self as also surfaced a bit when trying to get me to do something. It's fucken irritating. He doesn't like my vulgar language so I've had to cut myself off quite a few times.

He's also gotten into the habit of calling me Reaps. Which I'm concerned with since up until four months ago he's called me employee. He does know I'll be leaving in four months, right? I hope he remembers.

I stand from the sofa and stretch. Turning towards the kitchen I'm meet with a wide eyed Geno whose staring at me with so many emotions. Raising a brow at him I give him a tiny friendly salute. I side step him only for him to catch my arm. Opening my mouth to ask if he's alright, he smashes his lips against mine. I stiffen at the sudden affection but don't push or pull away.

He pulls back after a minute as I'm stunned into silence. Turning on his heel he walks off briskly, seeming deep in thought.

Did he seriously just walk away?!

I clench my fists as I stomp off to my room. He can't just kiss someone and walk off like that!! I seethed. Seriously, it gives people mixed signals.

~

Four months later and I'm a week away from being free. That kissing incident never happened again and Geno apologized for it. Unable to give me a reason why I was suddenly a target for his affections. He had gotten a lot more handsy since the incident. Brushing my arm or holding himself at a closer proximity then normal.

It was starting to affect me more then it should've and I hated it. My heart skipping a beat whenever he passed or wishing he would press up behind me. Stars forbid if he kissed me. I would be his forever if he held those same affections.

Jesus I'm hopeless. I wanted someone but that someone I never expected to be a mad man on a mission.

Geno came down looking glummer then usual as he slipped into the kitchen.

"Geno? Are you okay? Need me to kiss your booboos better?~" I teased.

Geno shook his head, "Your leaving next week." He commented ignoring my teasing.

My lips formed a line, "Yes, I won't have to work with you anymore. That was my deal with Wish, only a year." I explained.

Geno bit his bottom lip, like he would when he wanted something, "And if I didn't want you to leave?" He questioned his eye light unusually unguarded, open.

I sighed wishing this conversation never came up in the first place, "Then-" I paused, "Shit I told you I was a cop the very first day didn't I? Thats how you found my MonsterBook." I rubbed my temples.

His eye twitched as he gave me a small smile, "If you hadn't then we wouldn't be as close." He pointed out.

"True." I amended, "Anyways, my men would be worried about me if I did stay. I told them I would be gone for a year and it's going to be a year next week. They would send out a search party." I also pointed out.

Geno muttered to himself as he slipped out of the kitchen, over to my laying position. He sat on the sofa, the cushions dipping with his weight.

I raised a boney brow at him as he turned off the Tv.

He twisted his body to face me, his warm hands cupping my cheeks.

I opened my mouth to protest only for Geno to cover my mouth with his.

I'm stunned for a moment, a million thoughts going through my head on how wrong this was. But with just his lips I couldn't pull away. I couldn't push him away ether. The kiss was intoxicating, a drug I couldn't kick.

Soft lips, gently tested my own compliance which I reluctantly gave way to. My soul fluttered as he kissed down my jaw line with fiery kisses that set my soul a flame with desire.

"Geno~" I groaned breathily.

I felt him smirk as he reached my collarbone. Maneuvering himself so he was between my legs, he kissed down my sternum through my thin tank top. I panted softly as he came back to capture my lips.

Despite there being clothes between us, he pressed his lower region against mine.

I felt him shift me to my side then break the kiss. He heavy pants blowing over my face as I wished for the ocean to swallow me whole again. May it be the fact that we're still on the couch or that we were still in the living room, I never experienced emotions like this.

I didn't want him to stop.

Geno's voice was thick with desire as he spoke, "If you don't want me to take you right here then I suggest you go to your room. Lock your door if you do." He added gruffly.

When he noticed I wasn't moving he stared down at me with adoration, "This is your last chance." He pointed out, but I simply stayed where I was. Silent in my compliance for him to continue even though the conscious part of my skull was shouting 'No!'.

His eye light traveled my body and I shivered at the attention. My tank top had some how been rolled up, exposing my rib cage and female ecto body that cradled my soul. I was a blue faced mess under Geno right now and I didn't know how to comprehend it.

His lips smacked into mine as he took me on that couch, stars the intensity of it was heavenly.

I woke up the next day tangled in his sheets with him sleeping next to me. He looked angelic with his face looking as peaceful as it did. I reached up and ran a finger along his cracked eye socket.

If I could say 'fuck' out loud without Geno snapping at me then I would tell him how fucken beautiful he was despite his scarred body. I rubbed my reddened neck with my other hand as I remember how kinky we got with one another. Blue flushed on my cheeks as I remembered the night.

I was smitten and knew I couldn't just leave him here. Geno had become more sane, I guess, since I'd been here.

Geno let out a yawn as he rubbed his sockets. He stared at the ceiling for a few moments before looking at me with the first gentlest smile I'd ever seen him give. He turned toward me, cupping my cheeks and kissing my slightly bruised lips again. It was a welcomed pain since I knew my first in my female form would also be a bearable pain.

My ecto stayed which confused both of us since we used protection. That was until a heat wave actually hit me. I groaned in pain.

I think Geno muttered a curse because he was on me again taking me in drunken pleasure.

Four days past like that. I don't even remember half of it.

I woke to Geno curling us into a ball. My ecto was still summoned but I didn't feel any heat. Realization that we probably didn't use protection this time because of the drunken haze hit me but even then we would need to love each other more then anyone else to conceive a child. And if that's true and we did conceive a small life then I couldn't just get rid of it.

Carefully getting out of bed, I rushed to the bathroom. The door softly clicking shut, I took a look in the mirror. To my terrified mind everything looked fine if it wasn't for the small upside down soul residing in my stomach. I didn't even realize I was shaking until the tears fell and a whimper snuck up on me.

"Reaps?" I heard Geno's groggy voice.

Fuck! I don't even know how he'll react!

Internal panic wasn't going to help me! So I stole one of Geno's T-shirt's and peaked out of the bathroom only to jump back in fright when a bright eyed Geno was standing in front of the door.

I pathetically held the shirt in front of my trembling body.

I wasn't afraid of Geno. I was afraid what would happen if I actually decided to have this small bundle of life.

"Reaps, what wrong." He slowly approached my hysterical self. I'm glad he decided to put on some pants at least.

When I tried to speak it only came out as a whimper or a choked sob.

Geno slowly reached for the bottom of the shirt, glancing at my face to gage my reaction. He got on his knees to get a better look and even then he had to slouch a little due to his height.

Unfortunately for me, I was in to much of a mess to even comprehend what he was doing.

The moment he saw the little soul he dropped the shirt. Grabbing my cheeks he crashed his lips into mine. Startling me out of my state. Gingerly kissing him back he slowly pulled away, giving me a soft look and smile, "Looks like you can't leave me now." He pointed out. Causing me to go into a fit of sob filled giggles.

What is wrong with me today?

Geno chuckled at me as he pulled my standing frame into his kneeling one, "I'll support you no matter what you choose. Your mine now anyways." He stared at me with a twisted grin of triumph.

I roll my tear stained eyes at him and bop him on the nose, "The more I think about it, the more I think you did this," I gesture to myself, "on purpose."

"All it shows is how much I love you.~" He teased quietly, "No matter who gets in my way, I'll kill them all to get to you." A manic grin lighting up his features.

Wiping my tears I cupped his cheeks with my hands, him only being eye level with me because he's kneeling. I kiss him, knowing that the threat is real but as long as I stay by his side he won't do anything rash.

Right?

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My hands hurt.

I finally finished this after forever.

So I'm leaving this as a one shot.

I REFUSE TO START ANOTHER TWO SOCIETIES.

I still need to figure out how to continue that small thing from where I left off.

This is longer then my Krèmè one shot...

Rip me.

Sooner or later I'll hit you guys with a HorrorLust and a DustBerry thing. After those two I'll do ErrorInk.

Thanks for reading!