You Never Know 2 (Ghost X Toast) (VenturianTale)

You?!

After the four days, Toast sat at home, poking his left shoulder.

"Johnny, would you quit poking it?"

"Sorry Sir. I just can't believe I lived. I mean, it's big thing. I've been stitched before and stabbed, but never shot. And by Maxwell?"

"Yeah, you did well to pull through."

"But Sir, while I was bleeding, didn't Jimmy see the blood?"

"No. He was luckily asleep."
Thank you for not taking over, Jimmy.
Next time I want to kill him.
How about no?
Protecting your boyfriend?
You and I both know that would never happen.

"Sir,"

"Hm?" Ghost looked up.

"Are you okay? You seem confused and annoyed."

"I'm fine."

"Okay. Should we watch a-"

"Stand up." Ghost said, rising to his feet.

Toast didn't question it. He stood and watched as Ghost walked forward, embracing him in a hug. He hugged back, resting his head on Ghosts shoulder.

"I want you to listen to me. You are the best friend I have ever had. It.. scared me when you got shot, but part of me knew you'd be okay. And the part when you saved me? That was stupid, but you still lived." He hugged Toast tighter, trying to keep his tears back.

"T-thank you, Sir."

They stood in each other's embrace until Ghost decided to go to bed. And Toast, decided to go and make some tea.

Later that night, Toast was laying in bed thinking.

He couldn't remember a thing after he'd been shot. He knew he said something to Ghost, but what?

He could hear loud music from the room above them, Spooker and Colon were probably dancing around again. He smiled at the memory of their first case as P. I. E. They had partied late into the night, dancing and having fun. Their first case was successful.

He rolled to his side and nuzzled his head into the pillow. He thought he heard some thudding from Ghosts room, but shook it off, remembering how Ghost had gone to bed early.

He heard faint laughing that he thought was coming from upstairs. Snuggling down in the duvet, he sighed, closing his light blue eyes.

The door to his room opened slightly and the light from outside dimly lit the room. Light footsteps walked up to his bed. The figure than crawled on the bed, hands and knees, until he reached Toast.
He giggled as he straddled him and he took the knife out of his mouth. He then pinned Toasts arms above his head and smirked at him. He pressed the cold metal of his knife to his cheeks and throat until he woke up.

"Sir?" He asked, still asleep.

The figure giggled. "Guess again, Prince-y boy~."

Toasts blue eyes opened and he gasped in fear as he stared up at the glowing red eyes of the person.

"Y-you?!" He gasped, startled and trying to move.

The figured leaned down to him and whispered in his ear:

"Did you miss me, Toaster~?"

Hey.

Sometimes I don't know what I'm doing.

DOUBLE UPLOAD!!

I know I said it would be a bit tense, but it kind of is. So, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thanks guys. See you next chapter.

-Guargent