The Demon In Disguise《BillFord》

Mutual (and Unsolved) Feelings [Chapter 18]

Two weeks had passed in the small house in the woods, nothing new had gone on but there was thing particularly today. Bill hadn't seen Ford for a full twenty-four hours. He had began to get quite confused...and concerned. He wasn't any expert but he was pretty sure that wasn't good for a human. Maybe he was in that damn library that had a very sexy triangle almost everywhere to be seen.

He walked to the office door and went to the basement door inside the office. Once he got down the stairs he looked at the password that he had to put in.

"Shit" Bill mumbled "What was that damn password again?"

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"Sixer!" Bill said as the elevator door opened, he had finally figured out the password. It took him forever. Three hours to be exact.

When the doors finally opened the full way the view greeted an overworked scientist, that had gotten absolutely no sleep whatsoever.

"What do you want" Ford groaned. He had to be honest, the demon was so damn annoying, he had started to believe that he may be really that useless. Other than being a real pain in the ass. He was about ready to fix the damn portal and throw him back in. He was supposed to be keeping him under surveillance, but that had miserably failed due to trying to find a way to get rid of him sooner than intended.

Bill walked up to Ford's desk that he had in the cramped library. "Nice interior design" he joked, looking around at everything of him in almost every spot. Seeing Ford's unamused expression quickly made Bill change the subject. "But hey, I'm no expert here at human flesh bags. But I don't think any sleep for that many hours isn't good."

Ford took off his glasses and rubbed his baggy eyes "Well, would you like to be back to your former self or not?" He said dully. "Hey I'm getting it back sooner or later, it's you who has a problem with it"

Sixer stood up abruptly "That's it! I gotta get out of here!" He said anxious. He hated this, he wanted to be away from the man. He tried to get out of the house into the woods alone. But Bill followed.

"Where are you going?" Bill asked trying to catch up with the scientist.

"Nowhere!" Yelled Ford.

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Ford finally believed that he had gotten away from Bill in the woods. He found a tree to sit by. He leaned against the tree and looked to the sky.
"Why did this have to happen to me?" He said quietly. Were the Gods punishing him? Had karma finally caught up to him? There was just something about the Demon that drove him completely over the edge. It was like a train smashing into him when he realized it. And he never wanted to admit it, never.

He was emotionally attached to Bill. The mental scar Bill had left on him was from the fake identity. He very much liked the man that was before Bill. Was he just trying to cope for the, what you could call a 'loss'? But for some reason he still felt attracted to the man. Was it because it's the same body?

He never wanted to stay around him to make a mistake, to slip up, and have Bill see it, knowing that Bill would not like it one bit. So he left at the slightest opportunity. He never wanted to get any closer to the man he already hated.

'What happened to wanting to tear him apart?' He thought. He had become soft. And he did not like that. His chest felt indescribable when he thought about him, and his heart raced whenever he saw him.

He wanted to have things to go back to normal. When he was alone to investigate his paranormal anomalies in peace. He wished none of this had happened. He could have been in a top college making new and incredible inventions to help the world. His life could have so much better...

"FOUND YOU!!!" Someone yelled before tripping and falling straight onto Ford, tumbling down a hill.

Once they both had fallen to the bottom other the hill, the scientist slowly opened his eyes to see a batch of gold fluffy hair laying on his chest, with a head and a body attached to it and laying....on him.

His heart sped up and his face grew red like a tomato. 'Bill' He thought. 'What should I do?! He's laying on me and between my legs!!' He panicked but couldn't move. The cold radiating off of the demon was beyond cold, he was freezing.

The gold hair moved and revealed a face and one gold and grey eye to look straight at Ford. He smiled and placed his chin on Ford's chest. "Found you" he said softly and chuckled.

"Y-yah" Ford said nervously. He shook terribly like someone would when they were left in the snow for hours.

"Woah hey your face Fordsy, you look like me when I'm mad!" He said curiosity, pointing a finger to Ford's face. He took the back of his hand and placed it on Sixer's cheek gently. It was incredibly icy to the touch. "Hmm...I think you have what you humans call a 'fever'." He smiled.

Ford cracked a slight smile at Bill's attempt of a medical diagnosis. But that didn't last. He panicked and quickly pushed Bill off of him and stood up.

"Ow jeez" Bill said. "I think there's something wrong with my nose" Ford turned around and looked to see a dent in the demon's nose. How had he not noticed that a minute ago? It was probably because he was so damn nervous.

"Come here" said Ford, not mean for once.

Bill made his way to Ford and looked him in the eyes. Sixer took his hands and brought them up to the bridge of his nose, it was definitely broken. This time.

"Ok I'm going to put the bone back into place on three." Bill clenched his fists, remembering how much dislocation his shoulder hurt when he put it back into place. "Ok" he said.

"One-" A cracking sound was heard as Ford snapped it back into place earlier then mentioned.

"FUCK!" Bill yelled "You liar!" He added. Ford just laughed. Revenge was totally over rated, but that felt awesome him.

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"Would you hurry the hell up?" Fordsy yelled to Bill, who was quite behind.

"Shut up I'm coming!" He yelled back. He joined Ford and they walked back to the scientist's house.

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Bill made his way back up to the roof for the first time since he had regained his memories ,without Sixer knowing that he was up there.

"This stupid meat sack!" He growled. "Feeling stupid emotions!"

He didn't know what feeling this was he was feeling towards Sixer. It felt weird, and unnatural. He didn't like it.

He knew that something was up with Fordsy, thanks to mind reading. But he didn't get much, his power was still drained from the clothes transformation.

All he got was something when he was sitting by the tree before he pounced on him. And it was something about the scar that he'd had left on him from his  'fake identity'. But he was still attracted to Bill '...what does "attracted" mean again?' He thought. He wasn't a being of infinite knowledge anymore, so he wasn't that bright. And he wasn't sure how to put all of this.

But for now, everything was just a big blur.