You're My Target - Pico X Keith/BF

7 - Nothing

Pico put the flowers on the gravestone. He read the name of his father over and over again. It's a shame that he missed their living days. It's a shame that they missed on how he grew up too. Pico finally knew that they abandoned him, not kidnapped. So those days of running away from the people who work in the orphanage was nothing. It's a waste of time.

He's supposed to feel something, but where is it? Where's that feeling that he's supposed to be feeling right now? This was the goal, right? To feel something once he sees his parents.

Nothing.

Nobody.

"He was a great person. I'm glad that I met him," Keith said something random because the silence has been hurting him.

More silence...

"Hey... Pico?" Keith asked, holding Pico's back.

Pico looked at him with his usual emotionless stare. Keith found this scary at first, but he's learning to be okay with it.

Once he got the freckled face boy's attention, he asked... "Maybe you need this?" He sat down beside Pico, carefully wrapping his arms around him.

Pico rested his head on his shoulder. He doesn't know if he needs this or not, but he likes it.

Keith separated the hug with a smile. "Hey! Wanna give flowers to strangers' gravestones and sing them a song?" He suggested. It might make Pico feel better.

He shrugged in reply.

"That's a yes," Keith winked, yanking Pico away from the gravestone.

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Pico took Keith to his apartment. He got out of the car first and looked around for signs of the new assassin. He wasn't feeling an instinct or something, they're safe for now. Keith gently slammed the door shut. He went to where Pico is after.

"Thanks, Pico. I had a lot of fun," Keith said happily.

Pico nodded, the usual reply.

Keith was about to go in when he quickly grabbed his shirt. Keith turned around in confusion.

"What is it?" Keith asked.

Pico looked around as he felt his intuition going on.

"I know it's been fun, but we have to go," Keith said, patting his hand.

The young assassin shook his head no.

"Okay, you can go in my house," Keith said.

Pico tilted his head and was about to protest but he got sent in anyway.

He was greeted by that familiar and lovely scent of his house. It's not his first time here but it felt like it.

"Help yourself out. There's food in the pantry- basic stuff," Keith said. "I'm so glad we're having a sleepover!"

Pico sat on the couch. Somehow feeling uneasy.

"Welp. I'm beat up. I'll shower tomorrow and stuff. Here's your blanket. Good night, Pico," Keith said, giving Pico his blanket.

Pico grabbed Keith's shirt again. He can't help but think that the moment Keith goes 5 feet away from him, he's going to die.

"You want to sleep with me?" Keith asked.

Pico doesn't know where Keith is getting these ideas. He finally signed it for him.

"Someone's going to kill me?" Keith asked. He smiled and pat Pico's back. "Oh, Pico! Don't be paranoid."