Fearless

Chapter Seven: Mine.

(Writers Acknowledgement: I know I said this chapter would be 'rough' but after thinking it over one too many times, I've decided to uh.. not do that. But instead, try and make this chapter extra long in replacement of that. So it fast-forwards to after  it happens.)

(I forgot to mention this will also be in Black's POV, since ya'll liked the last one so much :>)

What a night, huh?

Black opened his eyes, blinking them a few times before regaining his vision. ".."

We had fun, didn't we? hehe.. I know you did..

Black felt his cheeks flush a bright pink, a growl escaping his throat. "I did not."

shh.. Might wanna look down, and keep your voice low.

Black looked down, seeing a sleeping Orange cuddled up to him. A wild sensation filled him as he gently lifted her up and closer to him. "..Mine.."  He purred softly, holding her gently yet firmly. All he wanted was her..

We finally got what we wanted, are you satisfied? I am. But.. Here's the issue..-

Black ignored the voice, for once trying to enjoy himself. He remained cuddled up to Orange, placing gentle kisses all over her head, face and cheeks..

Black, will you stop being lovey-dovey for one second and listen to me? We gotta tell the others.

"No we don't. They'll  take her away.."  Black mumbled, closing his eyes.

You think they can? Your stronger then they are, you can easily get her back if they tried.

Black growled softly to himself. This very nice moment, ruined yet again by his internal insecurities. As much as he wanted to remain with Orange, he knew he had to tend some other things. He gently picked Orange up, walking towards her room. He opened her door, entering the room. It smelt amazing, and looked all neat and tidy.

"As much as I want to stay with you, love, I must go."  Black grumbled, setting her down onto her bed, giving her one final kiss on the forehead, before leaving.

"Are you happy now?"  Black growled, storming through the hallways. He felt himself regain all his previous emotions, disregarding the others. Anger, cold emotions, bloodlust.. it all came back so swiftly, as if it never left.

Black, you know as much as I, we need to control ourselves. Who knows if the others will catch on..

Black rolled his eyes, entering the cafeteria. Maroon was sipping a cup of hot coffee, and White was cleaning off their knife.

"Ah, Boss!" White called in a cheerful tone, waving to Black, giving Black his usual cocky, confident look. "How did you sleep?"

"Fine."  Black lied. He slept wonderfully, but he didn't want White of all people knowing. White was an arrogant fool, flirting with anyone Black was fond of. It annoyed Black to death, but at least White didn't figure out Orange was the one he was particularly fond of this time around.

"Where's that rookie?" White snorted, sliding his knife into his holster. "She's kinda cute, and maybe.." White chuckled, sliding his hand across a table he was walking past, "..I wanna get to know her."

Black narrowed his eyes. No. He can't have her. She's mine, only mine. Black thought, clenching his fists.

Relax.. She's fine. White is too clueless to find her, anyways.

Still, Black felt angry. He glared at White. As much as he wanted to get rid of that arrogant, and disgusting fool, he needed him around. White was the perfect manipulator, and Black knew that.

And White did too. White gave Black a sly grin, his knife tapping on his sharp, shark-like teeth. "Aww.. Did the boss get to her before me?" White made a fake pouty face, snickering. "..You know I'll win her over, right?~"

Y'know what? I don't like him either. Knock yourself out, pal.

That was the final straw. Black let out a deep snarl, clenching his fists. "She's MINE."

White giggled, clapping his hands, "Yay! I made the boss mad!" He cooed, looking over at Maroon with a confident gaze.

"Leave me outta this." Maroon grumbled, taking another sip of coffee, "Pink kept me up all damn night.." He trailed off, his face falling onto the table, a groan escaping him.

White looked back at Black, a bit nervous now that his 'back-up' was practically slumped, and White sure as hell knew he couldn't take him on. "Boss, you can't get rid of me.." White grinned, twirling his knife in a threatening motion, "You need me!"

Black flexed his claws, glaring at him. "I only kept you around for your charm, White. You know this."  He shook his head, digging his claws into the table in front of him. "You can't have her. If I have to drill it into your thick skull, I will."

White snorted, grinning devilishly. "Boss.. You know I'm a far better partner than you ever could be, right? You don't know anything about keeping a relationship, let alone having one!" White spat rudely, stabbing his knife into the table. Clearly, White wanted Orange as much as Black did.

This is uh.. Getting out of hand, don't you think? Teach him. She's only going to be yours, and nobody else can have her..~

Black, blinded by rage, charged forward, grabbing White by his neck, holding him firmly. "Do you not understand, White? SHE. IS. MINE."

White wheezed, squirming. He coughed, whimpering. "..Y-yes, I-I unders-stand.." White whined louder, holding onto Blacks hand with a fearful gaze.

Good job. Now he knows. You teach well, my good fellow.

Black dropped White with a huff, growling. "If I ever see you like this again, I will make sure you won't live to see another day."

White held his throat, coughing and panting. He crept away, looking up at Black with a fearful, yet annoyed gaze. "..F-fine."

"Good. Now scram."  Black barked in a commanding tone, backhanding White in the back. White yelped, swiftly scrambling into the vent, his hurried footsteps echoing.

"Whew-wee, way to handle that one boss man." Black whipped around, seeing Maroon walking towards him, grinning with a cocky expression. Black was in no mood to tolerate Maroon's taunting behavior, at least right now. "Maroon.."  Maroon held up his hands, showing he had no weapon, for now.

"Chill, boss man. I ain't wantin' to steal your girl either. Just here to congratulate you in finally makin' White grow a pair!" Maroon chuckled halfheartedly, crossing his arms. "Your a good leader, that's fo sure."

Black growled, waving his hand dismissively, "I have more important things to tend to than to listen to your mindless banter."  He turned, storming off.

Alright.. Now where were we? Ah yes, should we go back to Orange?

"..Yes. I crave more of her time.."

That's good to hear! Now let's go, shall we?

~End of Chapter Seven.~

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