Us? (Errorink) [On Hiatus]

Chapter 15:《"Preparation"》

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-=Error's point of view(still)=-

I pushed the door open, making Ink jolt in surprise. He turned his attention towards me. "R-ruru! Ah... i-is there anything you need...?" He asked. "Wh0's CeCilliA?" I took steps forward in his direction and sat beside him. He slowly scooted a few centimetres to the opposite while lowering his head. I stared at him blankly. If I wanted a response, I would have to be patient. "S-she's one of the creators I helped back then." His voice cracked sounding like he was filled with tension. "I s3e." His shoulders lowered, then let out a sigh, pressing his thighs together. "So, th3re'S a posSiBilITy thAt tHis chiLd cAn b3 my s0n?" I pointed towards the child behind him who was sleeping peacefully. "Maybe." He lifted his legs on the bed and then scooted closer to him, stroking his skull. I will admit I felt jealous of the way he showed affection to Pj. Just a little.

"I'm taking him to Sci tomorrow to look for answers." Ink softly spoke out, leaning onto the cushioned pillows. "CaN I c0m3 theN?" I asked. His eyes glistened for a moment before nodding. His eyes seemed droopy, having a small pigment of dark red beneath them. He was so focused on Pj that he didn't even notice me scooting closer to him. I gently laid my right hand on his, catching his attention. Our faces were a few meters apart, making me hear his slow and warm breathing blowing on my lower chin. We both stared, which felt like an eternity and never broke eye contact. "Ruru, can I... can I ask you something?" He asked, looking so desperate for an answer. "Hm. G0 oN." I responded. He lowered his head, clutching his hands together on his stomach. "If Paperjam was our child, would you accept him?" He questioned. I stayed silent for a few moments. He looked anxious, fiddling with his fingers. "Y3s." Ink looked surprised by my response to his question, moments passed, and his shocked expression turned into a joyful soft smile creeping on his face.

"R-really...?" His voice sounded weak. I nodded, having no energy to use my voice. I kissed his forehead, embracing his small body. Ink gladly returned the embrace, making me feel his warmth. We both parted only to hear soft chuckles from each other, a noticeable blush covering our cheeks. I slowly took Ink's left hand and intertwined them with mine, letting them rest on the covers. He stared at our now intertwined fingers as I held out my right hand, grabbing his chin and making him face me. I slowly leaned towards his lips, and so did he. Our 'mouths' connected, closing a small gap between us. It lasted a few more minutes, and then we both parted once again. I was going to lean for another when we both heard grumbling to our left.

We both looked to our sides to see Pj rubbing his eye socket, looking half-awake. He crawled to Ink's lap and then rested his body on his. Ink chuckled softly, and then after that, he started yawning, his eyes looking droopy. Ink unintertwined our hands, then rubbed circles to the childs back. I rested my body on the cushions beside Ink, then poked his shoulder. "Mhm? Something wrong?" He whispered. I gestured for him to sit between my thighs. His cheeks became warm as he placed Pj slowly to my side. He then he crawled between my thighs, slowly picking Pj up again to lay at his torso. I rested my head on the crook of his neck, slowly wrapping my hands to his waist. Minutes passed, and I could hear Ink's soft snores as he fell more to his slumber. I closed my 'eyes' and slowly drifted to sleep with my lover in my arms.
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-=Killer's point of view=-

Kira and I were panting heavily for air as the sun rose from the mountains. Its sunlight stains our injured bodies. "I didn't expect you to be so well trained." I said through gasps. "It's been years since I tried training." She muttered, wiping the end of her mouth with her wrist. "We should head back." She protested tossing a water bottle towards me. "Thank you." Was the only words I lastly spat out before gulping big amounts of water to my throat. The wounds stinged for being exposed, but i shrugged it off and bear the pain a little. The walk was quiet, although a comfortable one. While walking, I was bandaging my wounds while Kira was covering them by wearing an oversized hoodie she brought earlier. The birds chirped in harmony, and the sky had dark orange and peach shade on the clouds with the midnight blue sky. Opening the gates of boss' Castle, everyone seems to still be asleep. Curtains closed, no chattering, it seemed so quiet. Except for boss. He might be in the kitchen, grabbing a mug of black coffee.