Demonesses Number

Chapter 5

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No PoV

Y/n could currently be seen hugging the mimikyu plush as he was curled into a ball on his bed. He didn't have his yellow rain coat or jacket on which is why he was curled under the blankets.

The reason why he was like this? Well partly because he was tired. The main reason was because his jacket and rain coat needed to be washed.

Helltaker had tricked him into giving the two vital garments up and now he is left defenseless, well that's just what he believes.

A knocking sound got his attention as he glanced at the door.

"Y/n I'm coming in!" Zdrada called before opening the door and walking down the stairs.

She sets her eyes on Y/n's form on his bed and raises an eyebrow.

"You good?" She ask lighting a cigarette.

"My jackets..." Y/n says quietly.

"Oh yeah, heard Taker tricked ya to giving them up." Zdrada says.

She lays down on the bed and lays her head on his body, effectively using his body as a pillow. Y/n made no move to stop her, something she noted.

"Do you really need them?" She asked.

"Yes." Y/n answered.

Zdrada nodded as she glanced at Y/n again. She felt a surge of warmth as she saw that he was hugging the plush she got him.

"I have never seen you without a jacket on." Zdrada comments. "Only with a hood down so far."

Zdrada was elluding to something she wanted. Whether or not Y/n picked up on it she didn't know since he made no effort to aknowledge what she said.

Y/n PoV

I glance at Zdrada, she was staring up at the ceiling and blowing smoke towards it. If she's going to smoke I should probably open a window, and since she never cares to then I will be the one having to do it.

Sighing I slowly move the covers off of me. Zdrada had her cigarette in her hand hanging off the bed, and so I threw the covers over her head.

Getting out of bed as I hear Zdrada throw the cover off her head I walk over to window and use a stool to reach it then open it. When I turned back I saw Zdrada looking at me suprised.

She was probably be suprised because I didn't have a shirt on. Though I never do since I never actually plan to take the jacket or coat off. Luckily I did have shorts on this time.

"Why don't you have shirt on?" She ask.

"I never do." I tell her. "But if it's a problem."

I head over to my dresser and start to sift through it looking for a shirt.

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Hearing my door open I look up to see Malina slam it close again and start to stumble down the stairs. How drunk is she?

She didn't look up or say anything. Instead she took her skirt and vest off. She then unbuttoned her shirt and stumbles over to my bed before falling next to me and passing out.

I stare at her for a moment before looking up at Zdrada. She seemed to be equally as confused as me.

Reaching over I poke Malina's cheek. No response. I do it again and she just swats my hand away.

"Malina." I call out.

She grumpily opens her eyes and looks at me. The scowl on her face more present than usual.

"What?" She ask harshly while glaring at me.

"Nevermind." I tell her.

I lay back down on my side facing the wall. I then pulled my phone out and went back to reading.

"Malina don't be a bitch." I hear Zdrada say. "This is his room."

Malina only grumbles in response. I feel Malina moving around the bed before a pair of soft lumps press against my back, and arms sneak around my waist.

Malina's voice then whispers in my ear. "Sorry, I have a hang over... and this is the quietest place in the house."

"Fine." I tell her.

Though due to the soft warm breaths that brushed against the back of my neck, and paired with the lack of response, I think she fell asleep without hearing me.

"She's asleep." Zdrada say.

"I gathered that." I tell her.

"You just gonna let her spoon you?" She ask, and I think I heard an edge in her voice.

"I see no problem. Can you hand me the plush you gave me?" I ask and hear her grumble.

After a moment I feel Zdrada get onto the bed. The next thing I know I see her laying infront of me facing me. The Mimikyu plush was in between her breast.

"Take it." She tells me with a smirk.

However when I reached for it she held it behind her back. Slightly irritated I got an idea.

Zdrada PoV

Hah! What's he gonna do now? If he wants to take the plush he'll have to pull himself from Malina's grasp.

Looking at him I see one of his brown eyes staring directly into my eyes. What was he planning? I then felt his hand on my hip.

"Hey, You're suppose to be grabbing the plush!" I yell at him.

He ignored me and pulled me against him. My face was against his chest, which I was glad for because it meant he couldn't see my blush.

Before I could ask why he just did this I felt the plush being taken from my hand. Moving my head to look back I see him place it against the wall. Did he not even want it?

"Your my plushie then." I hear him say.

"Idiot." I tell him, though I don't make a move to get out his hold.

Its not like I liked him holding me or anything, it'd just be more trouble than it's worth. I'd most likely wake Malina up and I don't feel like dealing with her while she's hungover... yeah that's it.

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