Fearless

Chapter Ten: Encounter. / Apology.

Greetings, of all who became beloved fans of "Fearless". I just wanted to say; thanks. I never thought it'd get this much attention, honestly- and with a singular person asking me to keep it going, I finally gained motivation to shove out another chapter (After refreshing my memory on the storyline and convincing myself to pause Electric Attraction to push this out-- Ch.3 is in the works dw.)

Now, before I begin, I just want to establish one(*coughs* two) key detail(s).
CHAPTERS ARE GOING TO BE DIFFERENT. From here on out, some things are going to be changed and shifted around. Our main two, Black and Orange will remain the same.
Two:
Chapters may come out erratically. I'm a 14 year old, still in school, still struggling to get by, and I have a singular chromebook charger shared between me, and my stepsisters all together with three chromebooks. Please don't hammer me with questions asking for more Fearless chapters.

I don't check 'em. Sorry. I'm unobservant, and rather blind.

But without further delay, I'll stop boring you and begin!

I present to you, my humble and somewhat disappointed readers...
FEARLESS, Chapter 10.

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Heh.. Maybe I'll pay Black a visit after I get ready.

Orange picked up her bowl, yawning. She still felt sore. But after Black did that? Maybe that soreness was gone. Before she could deposit her bowl elsewhere in the kitchen, she spotted a shrouded figure, twitching quietly in the corner. She paused. She lowered her bowl somewhat, feeling her senses telling her to move on. The figure shifted, a tentative step being taken. Orange was half tempted to call for Black, but she could handle her own. She hoped.

The figure in question was.. Gray.
Gray held a knife tightly, his knuckles on the verge of turning white the grasp was so tight. Their visor twitched, stained with dried blood that never seemed to wash off. (According to Pink.) The cone that rested on their head seemed to move with his own, like its own separate appendage. He also smelt.. Disgustingly foul.

Orange frowned a bit. If it wasn't for the smell, or his down right insane appearance, Orange would've dipped right then and there. But something told her to stay put. That frown morphed into a semi look of fear. Gray made a languid approach, the hand that held the knife dragged behind him. The blade made semi-deep cuts into the floor, screeching with every step he made. Orange took a step back. "Hey.. Little dude-" She finally spoke up, setting her bowl on a table. "We can talk about this-?"

Gray made an unintelligible noise, waving the knife forward threateningly.
"No talking..? Okay-" Orange paused. She could make a run for it. Or yell for Black. Black already saved her ass once with White. She didn't need him again.. Right?
Gray picked up his pace, stopping halfway through. Their visor shifted to the side. The knife drug itself forward, the blade coated in dried blood. Was everything about this crewmate disturbing? Orange shifted her footing.

Orange looked over. She could've sworn she heard footsteps. A large hand clasped itself in the right doorway.
Black.

"Love? Is everything alright..?" Black paused. He stood there, momentarily. He eyed Gray like a silent, enraged parent. Gray sulked back, the knife being dragged upon feeling Black's gaze burning into their backpack.
Black swiftly approached, checking Orange for any wounds. He let out a relieved sigh upon seeing no wounds on her. He gently slid a hand onto her cheek, his thumb stroking in a loving manner. "..Little crewmate.. I.. I'm not good with apologies."

"I know. It's fine." Orange responded, cutting Black off. Black nodded, glaring at Gray menacingly. Judging from his look, Orange guessed he'll have a long talk with Gray about what he nearly did to her. Who knew he was so.. Protective? Orange looked back to Black. "So.. What now?"
Black hummed, removing his hand from her cheek. "I suppose.. We could perhaps.. 'Cuddle', in Storage?" He replies, butchering the word 'cuddle' in the process. Orange shook her head. She then nodded.
"Sure. I'd like that."

Black made a happy noise, similar to a trill. An unexpected noise that created awkward silence between the two. Orange fought back giggles. Black turned, gently grabbing Orange's hand in his own, guiding her along.
Orange's hand was practically smothered by Black's, the size difference being abnormal by itself. She tagged along, and despite her promise of getting ready; she failed to do so. But Black seemed to love holding her hand.

The two made their way to Storage. Black sat down, letting go of Orange's hand in the process. He beckoned to her, one of his hands gently trailing to her side. Orange raised a brow. "Do I sit beside you.. or..?-" Her answer was proven when Black pulled her into his lap. His hands gently cupped her back. He then gently gave her a kiss, nuzzling her also. Orange wasn't.. really expecting that. An impostor, being affectionate? Other than the times he flirted with her, nothing really affectionate happened between them. Orange assumed, however, he was probably doing this to make up for lost time.

Black held her firmly to his chest, happily enjoying the cuddles.

Is this what love was like?
Because he adored this feeling.
He wanted it to last as long as time itself,
Because he never wanted to let his precious Orange go.

~Word Count: 883.~

[Sorry if it's short. Most of it is my apology. Chapter 11 will arrive sooner or later, but for now, have this.
sorry VS Impostor community for dipping on ya'll for a hot minute. Imma try to get somewhat back into it for ya'll <3]