T.D.D.U.P.

💀Chapter 5💀

THWACK!

When Zi had fallen asleep on the couch the previous day, Lark picked the lock easily, stepped inside and locked the door behind him.
He had a forlorn look on his face. In all the six months he had been following the love of his life he had not once noticed the pills Zi had unearthed from the back of the cabinet.
'How did I miss that?' he groaned internally pained at his ignorance, 'I should have known.'

He cast his gaze upon a sleeping Zi. His memories came flooding in as he smiled at his blooming treasure. He thanked fate for crossing their paths even if they weren't destined to be together....he'd change destiny. That red string, if it wasn't tied to him he did not care.

His and hers, their soulmates, he'd cut them down and split them to pieces. He'd tie the severed strings together after the massacre and force his and Zi's lives to intertwine. He didn't care about some useless materialistic girl, even if she was the world's finest assassin, diplomat or lunatic. He only cared and wanted Zi, it was love at first sight, Zi was just too perfect to realize yet, he'd just have to show her.

He lightly felt the scar on his stomach Zi had given him, it was barely even present anymore. His genetic makeup was really pissing him off right now, he wanted Zi's mark to show! He was hers....SHE MARKED HIM!

He angrily picked up the kitchen knife and after heating it in the flame of the cooker, traced over the disappearing scar, "I want the whole world to know it..." he said with a satisfied grunt. He took off her shirt, to avoid ruining it and tucked it away quietly while he cleared and cleaned the house. After putting the food away and clearing up he checked on Zi.

She had turned on her side, using her hands as a makeshift pillow, her knees pulled to her chest. Fresh tears retracing the tracks on her cheeks. Lark's heart tore severely. Those anti-depressants were the reason she was hurting and he dealt with them promptly. Her therapist could go and rot in hell, he wouldn't allow Zi to snuff out the flame that aroused him so much. That extinguisher had got to go.

Lark carefully took his time finding and dumping out each bottle of her prescription in the waste bin. All six bottles, "Good riddance!" he said as he threw away the last bottle of meds without remorse, "I'll dispose of any obstacle that stops you from realizing who you are, love." he said caressing Zi's cheek and staring at her greedily, "Be it an object..." Lark growled deeply, "Or a living pest."

He had been triggered by an annoying, pestilent memory of the few people Zi had in her life, the sickening sceptics that kept trying to make her 'normal'. He clicked his tongue at the thought. Her therapist, family -and the oblivious dolts that he most feared- her friends.

Sam O'hare and Lee Xian; two leeches that Lark wanted to rip off his beloved heart.
He had seen them for the first time when he had snuck unto the University campus to look for Zi when she hadn't returned home as she usually did.

Lark dug his nails into the concrete, that day, biting down hard on his lip to hold in his howls of displeasure as Zi joked around and laughed with them in the schools library. His heart kept breaking into millions of billions of pieces. They were tainting her heart pulling her from the darkness that had consumed her, *PURIFYING* her. atleast that's what he thought after enduring a few more interactions he had seen between them he finally understood.
Sam and Lee where the comedic relief in her life. Clowns in the queen's court, every monarch needed a jester, she needed two.

However.... these lowly slaves needed to know there place. They shouldn't touch her unless under the heels of her shoe as the gravel she walks on. Lark was especially angry at Lee. He cuddled Zi and played with her hair like she was some kind of toy, used her as a body pillow, shared her food and drinks, Lark was shaking with anger right about now.
Of course Zi would take a thorough bath after they had left and cleaned the house after Sam messed it up in her hurricane of chaos she would release in her apartment, practically fumigating it.

But now that he was in her life their presence was no longer needed. Thankfully, for their sake, they had to call Zi before visiting if not she'd show them her true, hell like fury and turn them into ash. 'She wouldn't have time to get into character,' he thought as he lifted Zi into his arms carefully with a gentle touch, pulling her close to his chest.

"Don't worry Love, you'll never have to act to please anyone again," he said placing a kiss on her forehead. Zi gasped a little, trembling a bit before nuzzling her head into his chest, with a shaky sigh.

He caught himself smiling. He felt his body warm up as a blush crept on his cheeks. He held her even closer putting on hold the plans to decapitate Lee and dice his body after feeding Sam's decaying remains to an ant farm. He just wanted to be there for his Darling, before that nothing else mattered.

Lark carried her to the bedroom laying her gently on her bed. He stood over her, admiring his precious angel when he noticed her clothing for the first time. She was wearing an over sized sweater that practically swallowed her up.

"She looks so cute!!!!!!" he whispered holding his hand to his mouth as his cheeks turned a bright red, "Like a teddy bear," Lark said kneeling beside the bed. He brushed a braid of her hair behind her ear when he suddenly remembered something.
"Zi doesn't normally sleep with...." he said as he looked over Zi's body. He jolted back his face completely red flabbergasted, teeth chattering, voice cracking. Gulping down every drop of saliva till his throat was dry, "I'm going to h-h-have to r-re-remove Zz-iiii-ii's swea-"he couldn't even complete the words before his mind short-circuited and the smoke began to rise from his ears. He was a bright red now, the perfect shade for a clowns nose.