A Love Inbetween Two Words

.~°Chapter Eleven°~.

The ride back to the penthouse and from Greed was abysmal. 

I mean, how couldn't it be when you was brutally thrown against a wine cabinet, a mini fridge, and the electronic closet AND just barley survived through the torture and pain! 

Does he really need to say anymore? 

Thankfully, Ozzie had the right choice of mind to not say anything to Fizz, which he was relived by; so the both of them were mostly silent with the exception of Ozzie calling Avery on the phone, and to pick them up from Greed. 

Fizz still didn't know how to think, even as they drove further away from the person he absolutely HATED the most with a passion. He just felt way to many emotions, and he was sure that he would have been in shambles if Ozzie wasn't sitting in the limo right next to him. 

Ozzie was really something else. 

Better than Mammon at least. 

In fact, he was the complete opposite of the greedy sin. Ozzie was probably the nicest person he had ever met; though was the sin of List, had more heart and soul than anyone he had met here ever. Not to mention that if he wasn't there, he  wouldn't have his job, a home to actually live, and so much more! 

Mammon though. . . . . 

Fizz looked back to whatever showed his real skin, which was a lot since most of his costume was ripped and slaughtered down to pieces. 

He shuddered as he looked at himself, already seeking out the bruises and the still fresh and newly opened wounds from all the glass that hit and cut him in the process. If he looked even closer, he can also see burn marks, and he already knew those would take forever to heal. 

Hopefully Mel and Brenda didn't ask about it. 

And don't even get him started on the reason why the both of them were called in the first place! 

Even though Mammon came up with dumb and stupid money making schemes, this by far was THE MOST stupidest and dumbest money making idea that had ever heard from Mammon since. . .well, ever! 

The way he was, Mammon either came up with the rare good idea, like Fizz moving to the Lust Ring, a relatively normal idea that anyone came up with, or the stupid beyond stupid idea that everyone would face palm on how stupid it was.

The Sex Robot Fizz Doll idea was one of them. 

However, Fizz chose to not dwell on it even more than he already had, and to focus on the window instead, which lead to more promising things than thinking about HIM. 

As he looked out the window and the glass, he saw the changing of the bright money Greed Ring to the calm and much better Lust Ring. It was refreshing to be here again. He just wanted to lay down on his couch and go off to bed; forgetting the nightmare that was today. 

"Fizz?"

Said demon was pulled out of his thoughts by the long and sweet smooth voice that only belonged to the one and only. He turned around to look at him and if he could read his face correctly, it showed full of worry and guilt.

The last thing Fizz wanted to see from ANYBODY was pity.

"I just wanted to know if you were okay-" "Pfft! Relax Ozzie! It's only a couple of scratches and little itty bitty cuts." He lied. Fizz was pretty sure that the 'tiny cuts' were going to get infections sooner rather than later, and do not get him started on how long the bruises would take to heal.

Apparently, Ozzie was seeing through his bullshit, and wasn't about to take it.

"Fizz, if there's one thing you must know about me, it's that I don't tolerate any kind of lies from and out of no circumstances, especially if they're this kind of hurt and damaged. I know for a FACT that those aren't just ' little cuts' and 'couple of scratches'" As much as Fizz wanted to pretend that it was all wrong, he still looked at him unimpressed, even though the inside of him were trying to not cry from pain.