Sudden footsteps rush to the door, making me fall backwards onto the dirty floor. The door slammed open, revealing palette with a tired expression. He let out a sigh of relief and held a hand out. I hesitantly grab his hand as he pulls me up. "What are you doing up this late?" he asked in a irritated groan.
"H-how come you wake up to the tiniest noise?" I tried changing the subject, only making the tired soldier groan.
"I was trained for it, now mind telling me your reason?" my skull beaded with sweat. He cocked an eyebrow at me and took a step forward. "Goth?" I took in a harsh gulp. I twiddled around with my fingers a bit, thinking of an ok excuse that could get me out of saying why.
Palette's face expression changed, looking like he had an idea of what I was doing. He harshly grabbed my wrist that I was hiding against my shirt.
He stared at the new scar before starring at the multiple others that ran up and down my arm. "Goth, why do you do this to yourself?" he sighed and led me outside of the room. He sat me on the couch and grabbed some bandages from under the coffee table.
He lightly wrapped the the small cloth around my wrist to stop the marrow and blood coming out. He kissed the bandages, making me blush a light purple.
"I-I.......just.....i'm sorry palette...." I spoke in sorrow. Palette sighed again, folding his arms around my waist and pulling me onto his chest.
"You don't need to be sorry, besides, if this keeps happening i'll have to sleep beside you~" I blushed at the comment, now a dark shade of purple covering my cheeks. "And....please, don't call me palette anymore, its giving me awful nostalgia" I giggle a bit.
"Then what am I supposed to call you?" I asked curiously.
"Rurik"
"Rurik? That's a funny name!" he huffed and quickly pinned me to the couch. My face flushed dark purple as rurik smirked over me.
"Then, lets see how you scream it~" he dived into my neck, biting and licking in attempts to find my sweet spot. I let out moan after moan when jack's voice echoed throughout the apartment.
"GO FU*K IN YOUR ROOM!" he shouted. Rurik scowled at jack's door, putting up the bird and getting off of me.
Before I could sit up, he laid back onto me but he was using me as a pillow. I blushed harder, if possible, struggling under his heavy weight. Then.....the snoring started again. Great. Rurik fell asleep on me. I nuzzle myself into the crook of his neck and wrap my arms and legs around him, falling asleep....

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I awoke to the sound of two pans smashing against each other. I felt the vibration in rurik's neck as he growled. Rurik jumped off the couch, smashing the pans on either side of jack's face. I whine, the warmth from rurik gone.
Rurik picked me up bridal style and brought me to the kitchen, sitting me down on a stool. Jack angrily walked to the stove as rurik sat beside me. Jack was starting make.....what is it?. I didn't know but it smelt really good.
There were eggs bacon and pancakes. I hadn't guessed he was making some for me. Jack set a plate in front of me and rurik....

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Goth stared at the food incredulously, like he's never had breakfast before. He looked up at me, an expression like 'can I?'. I nodded to him, looking at me with what seemed to be fear.
He hesitantly grabbed the fork and poked at the egg yoke. Jack sat on the other side of counter with his own plate. "Don't worry, I didn't poison it" jack spoke as goth was about to take a bite.
"JACK!!!!" I shouted. I sigh, pushing the fork back near goth's mouth.
"Come on goth, he didn't, really" goth took in a gulp, taking a bite. After that bite, goth wouldn't stop eating. It was like it was his first real meal.
"This is soooooo good!" goth was chowing down like no tomorrow. I tried to keep up with him but he finished before me and jack started.
Goth let out a small burp, laughing nervously. Holy sh*t. Jack sighed and turned on the tv that was on the wall. I started to eat, goth laying his head on the table, waiting for us.
Jack's mouth went agape as he stared at the tv, dropping his fork onto the counter. I look at the tv, goth also craning his neck to see. Goth's parents were crying on the news as the heading below them read, son missing after three years of being buried, parents are horrified.....