I Promise [Zack X Reader][Angels of Death/Satsuriku no Tenshi][MATURE]

[Ch. 11] Nunc Scio Quid Sit Amor

[The KISS IS FINALLY HERE thank god lmao more on it at the note at the bottom of the chapter lol
And this is where shit gets a bit weird, folks. But it's a story set in the Angels of Death tower, everyone is a bit fucked up.]

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"Oh – fuck!" Zack lunges to catch ___ before she falls – she'd been zoned out for a while and he'd figured she was fine because that was something she did often, but then she'd started breathing hard, like some people did right before he killed them. "Did the poison get to her already?"

"..I don't know." Rachel answers, voice muffled by the gas mask ___ had forced on her face earlier. "She's passed out once before, on floor B5. It sounded like she was hyperventilating this time." The expression on her face was the closest Zack had ever seen her come to expressing any type of emotion.

"Hyper – what? What the fuck are you talkin' about?" Ray was smart, but sometimes she just didn't make any fucking sense! Using big words he didn't know the meaning to..

"It's when someone begins breathing too deep and fast." She explains – oh, no wonder ___ had passed out then, if she was breathing in so much of the poison. "Try to keep her alive and I'll try to hurry."

Zack knew she was still breathing just because her chest was rising and falling, but it seemed too.. shallow. Fuck, what was he supposed to do? He'd never tried to keep someone alive who was already close to death before. She seemed to weigh practically nothing in his arms though, and he was easily able to hold both her and his scythe. ..Nah, she probably weighed more than Ray, now that he thought about it.

..Fuck, what was taking Ray so long anyway? She needed to hurry the hell up..!

You know you've passed out this time when you come to – your head aches and your throat aches and everything aches, but this time.. your memory isn't missing. You don't think it is, at least. You remember thinking about everything that had happened, and then you'd... panicked, maybe?

Great, okay, so maybe you didn't quite remember after all.

Another question – why the fuck was Rachel curled into your side and you cradled to Zack's chest? And why was it so.. fucking hot?

"..Uh.." You try to make a sound of confusion but it just devolves into coughing into Zack's chest.

"Oh, good, you're not dead." Zack's fingers tighten on your back and arm, and you think he's.. trembling?

"Zack broke the keycard." Rachel's quiet voice sounds strained, and.. about like how you sound. The poison must have gotten to her too, then. "So I tried to make something that would ignite if the gas was flammable, and Zack hid us in this safe so we wouldn't burn –"

"But it's fucking hot!" Zack complained – the more the three of you talked the less nervous he seemed. ..Also, did Rachel just tell you she created a bomb out of the shit she found in this room? ..Woah.

You tried shifting around slightly and got a hiss of warning in response – sorry, Zack, for whatever it was you just did that almost hurt him – and a little squeak from Rachel as she clutched his scythe to her chest to keep it from falling.

Oh, your vision had adjusted and you could see now.

"It's.. probably safe to get out now, Zack." Rachel offers – Zack growls but seems hesitant to do so, and you wonder again what it is he seems so wary of.