Fire and Ice (Blaze Seto x reader x Ice Seto)

Chapter Eighteen

As I said before, I don't really like doing first person with Ice, so, sorry for the Third Person!

3rd person (;-;)

His heart stopped. No. That was wrong... His heart started. A quick Bu-thump, bu-thump, bu-thump. He ignored the new sensation, scooping up the small girl in his arms, and spinning around. He quickly laid her on the bed, not hesitating to take off her shirt. The wound was deep, the glass still stuck in her. He grabbed it, paying no attention as the jagged sides bit into his skin. He pulled out, wincing as she whimpered. Funny, he thought, It didn't faze me when she screamed. Ice suddenly felt guilty (If that was the right word), she did this because of him. He scowled, suddenly, pausing with what he was doing, she did this to him. Making him feel these petty human emotions. He was a cruel killer! Right? Feeling her life slowly began to fade, he continued, pressing his hands to the wound. Again, she whimpered, twitching slightly. Weak. Focusing all his energy on his objective, he whispered quietly, a phrase he never thought he'd ever use.
Ne sit hoc animo concitati in manu Dei sunt, et curabo eos servaret.  
Do not let this soul fall, by the hands of God, heal them, save them.
His hands seemed to glow, and the wound stitched itself together. The words he spoke were ancient, a language only ancient ones themselves knew. The words held power, dark, or light. It could be used to either, as well. (The language is actually just Latin X3) Using it left him fatigued. "I only did that because Blaze wouldn't like it if you died..." He murmured, however, he knew those words were wrong. Y/n, of course, didn't respond. Ice frowned, moving her, gently, onto the pillows, pulling the blankets over her body. He watched her sleep for a long time, the slow rise and fall of her chest, her heart thrumming. It soothed him, in a way. He never really felt like this. The emotions. When he was created, his creator, his master, didn't add enough hormones. Till this day, he felt nothing. The occasional anger, hatred, blood lust, lust in general. Envy. But..he never felt guilt, never felt sadness, fear, and especially not love. He cursed, eyeing the girl, eyeing the cuts on her face, the bruises on her neck. Shaking his head, Ice pulled the covers over her head, deciding not to look at her. He, however, quickly jerked them back, seeing that it reminded him of a corpse in a morgue. He giggled slightly, at the childish action. The man stiffened, not enjoying how these newly found feelings were making him act. y/n shivered, making him tuck the blankets back on her, to her shoulders this time. She continued to shiver. Again, he scowled, cursing her for being human. Hesitantly, he crawled under the covers, beside her. He watched her for a few more seconds, watching her shake from the cold; sighing shakily, he laid his arm on her waist. He felt nervous. He hated it. Y/n moved slightly, closer to him, by just a small amount. Smiling, Ice moved closer, wrapping both arms around her small frame, and pulling her close. She moved again, he froze. Had he woken her? What would she do? Instead of pushing him away, she snuggled into his chest, gripping onto his shirt. She wan't awake, he realized with a heavy heart, it was a human reaction. She must have thought he was warm (Which didn't make sense), and didn't want to be cold. He knew that a newborn baby did the same thing, he knew that if she was awake, she'd scream and struggle. Not...this. He felt like crying. He wanted to scream. He wanted to attack her. He wanted to kiss her. 
He didn't know what he wanted to do. He was an emotional wreck. Ignoring these thoughts, he instead hugged her, burying his face in her hair. Ice listened her her heart beat, the slow rhythmic sound lulled him into a calm sleep. And that's how they stayed, both holding each other. 

In a different dimension, Blaze sat at a table, twirling something in his hands. A diamond ax, an enchanted one at that. How did a girl get her hands on this? He though, examining it. They were normal enchantments, un-breaking II, efficiency I, and something else. Still, no minor human could get something like this. He tilted his head to the side, reading an engraving. 
Michel Richard. 
He smirked, he knew this name. he knew it well. "What a small world we lie in, isn't it?" He got up, in one smooth move, he held it above his head, swinging it down, onto the table. With a loud crack, it split apart, and ignited into flames. 
Fire II.
Blaze laughed psychotically, "Y/n Richard, daughter of  Michel Richard." He giggled, "I supposed I'll have to drop by...Master Richard."

Ah, cliffhangers. Anyways, sorry for the lame last name. 
I just love how Ice's going through a spiral of different emotions, like a normal girl, yeah, I went there! Sorrynotsorry X3