Abomination Contract Loving The Enemy

…I wonder how my luck has been so bad these past few days, I mean, with so many people around for me to kill it had to be someone with some sort of connection with Asher? I mean, I only killed once, and still managed to mess it all up somehow!

With increasing worry I keep an ear out towards his conversation and watch his behavior as the mere thought of causing trouble between us gives me a heavy heart.

I keep watching even after their conversation ends, and of course by now he would have noticed my odd behavior.

"…What is it?"

I look away. I could not simply ask it without raising suspicion, so I rather bury it deep down and never raise the subject again, after all, even if they could find his body; or the remains of it; after the ghouls attack from last time they would surely think that he was attacked by them.

Yes, I should not worry, that would bring no good after all.

So I chose to say nothing and only ogle the man beside me, figuring as Asher moved that he was not completely naked as myself after all for he had put some pants on, but that was about it, and as he sat up on the bed and crooked his head to look back at me while I still lay down on the bed his muscular chest and abs were visible and bulging, the type of body that wasn't made in a gym but conquered in the battlefield, an armor of muscles that is.

And yet what captivates me the most is those eyes, normally so cold, so unapproachable, but now with a hint of… mischievous when they look at me.

That takes me off guard more than any of his actions before.

"Seems like you remember everything." Saying that his gaze heats up, which makes me look away.

I don't really understand what is going on here but I feel at the same time a mix of enjoying it and being nervous about the situation.

That makes Asher feel even cockier and rest his chin on his hand, gazing at me as if watching a great show.

Great show my ass!

"What?!" Is my turn to ask, scolding, a little annoyed and with the emotions running high and above the surface, but on contrary to him I've never being one to have a tick face and hide my emotions away.

Pretty much like a beast, I acted out before thinking most of the time.

"Back to normal I see? Pity, you were rather cute yesterday." Asher says, which makes me widen my eyes and stand up at once on the bed.

"Cute my ass! I'm a fierce beast and I'll make sure to eat you whole one day for that!" I growl the words back.

He looks down and over me, seeing it all again since I'm still naked, but I only raise an eyebrow in challenge, crossing my arms in front of me.

His next comment, however, makes me speechless. 

"Uhm, yeah, your ass is cute too."

Wha-He, what the actual fuck! The nerve of this guy!

I'm about to embark on another furious battle that I very much intended to end by putting him in his place when that damn thing rings again at his side, but this time when he looks at the screen a small shadow of a frown crosses his face.

And I'm literally left hanging with my finger in the air and my mouth open as he puts the thing on his ear.

Well that sucks, but not more than what I hear from the other side of the line.

"Captain, we have a situation!"

"What is it?"

"People are turning out sick! Turning out sick inside the city!"

That makes us both perch our ears.

"That is impossible, with the number of procedures needed to be released at the gate, not a single infected has ever passed the entrance!" He says, but with a quick look at me he shuts his mouth.

…What? I'm a special case, don't blame them for letting me in.

He raises his eyebrow at that, but keeps the majority of his focus on the serious conversation at hand.

"Which sector are they from?" He asks.

"That is the oddest part, the sick are everywhere! Not only in the attacked parts of the city, but even at the opposite side!"

"… What about the Golden Circle?"

"There were no cases reported."

"… What are the symptoms?" At that he has already changed into work mode, getting up and dressing up while having the thing stay put by using his shoulder, something that, by the way he moves, he has done many times before.

So not long after he is all dressed up, questioning the one on the other side, and when he gives it for satisfied and finally turns the device off, he turns around only to see me laying on the bed just the way I woke up as.

At that he freezes, hand stretched out towards the door handle, staring back at me for a few moments.

I sit back and cross my arms behind my head, very at ease, with a smile on my face as I wave at him and say:

"I like this bed of yours, I will borrow it for a while, have fun out there."

I can see that he wants to roll his eyes at me at this point.

"Seiji…"

"Yes?" I ask innocently, but my smug smile betrays me.

"Sit up!" 

He doesn't even command me to do so, but his sudden order makes me straight my back up, out of habit of course.

He gives long steps as he walks around the bed and brings a bubble of clothes with him, and suddenly taking the blankets off he goes straight to the point and dresses me quickly and efficiently.

And yet, even if there is nothing out of ordinary in his demeanor, this still somewhat feels… intimate, close and something as silly as this is enough to make my heart race a bit.

He leaves the shoes for last, and that brings me out of my torpor for I had finally been freed of those constricting things, and I'm not about to get them back on!

So I clench my toes so tight that he cannot fit them inside the shoes, no matter how much he tries, and I smile in satisfaction.

I know he is getting angry at me, not only for wasting his time, but for making a fool out of him, but that only makes me more eager to keep this up.

Only that, at that moment, the playful mood from both sides is shattered, for the half open window on the side is brushed by the howling wind and, with it carries the chilling sharpness of the cold outside, and the city odors with it.

My gaze goes up towards the outside as my nostrils flares up, my eyes trying to see what my nose has caught, the known, rotten smell that only one kin is putrid enough to carry, a smell that stinks past the rotting part of decaying bodies, something beyond death itself.

Something that I had always been able to track down, for they, too, were prey of mine.

The smell of ghouls.

Seems like the situation outside is not as simple as it sounds.

I narrow my eyes at that, sharpening my gaze for what it is about to come.

And something tells me it won't be as simple as before.