A freaking zachcro thing I wrote for my moirail.

Zacharie's an asshole to his boy(toy)friend.

{Warning: Blood, cursing, Zach's a dick}

You two thought it would be hilarious if you two sparred, actually no, it was your stupid boyfriend's idea.

Now there he is, pretending he's dead, scum bastard. You walk over to him, kicking him in the ribs, he doesn't let out a noise, no movement either. Oh fuck, you could've kil-Nope.

You're not thinking about that. You're not thinking that you've could've killed your own boyfriend. FUCK. You just did it. You kneel in front of the dead body, like one of those guys in NCIS checking out a body. You poke his eye and it opens and stares right at you. You yelp and Zacharie sits up, "What are you doing?" He looks at where you shot him, right in the chest and he looks at you with wide eyes "Cronus." he starts talking in a stupid french accent because that's what this guy is, a stupid stupidhead. You put your hands up in a defensive gesture "I swear I didn't me-" He cuts you off with loud laughter "I tricked you! I totally tricked you! All this is fake! Blood? Actually, that's real, I need help." "Wait wait wait. You're alive? But I shot you right in the chest!" You could feel yourself start to shake, Zacharie smiles widely and chuckles. "Well, remember my explanation on OFF? sure you do, well since I'm coded to die, it's all in the wiring, so if you cut my head off, give me a few days and I'll be good as new." You tilt your head a bit "So you're like...A ghost?" He nods and stands up, you stand up as well, narrowing youe eyes, apparently, you can't trust your fucking boyfriend because he could die in your arms any moment now. He wipes his face free of blood and chuckles again. "Are you alright? You look shaken up." You wipe any of Zacharie's blood off your hands and on your white shirt. "Yes I am and I hate you for it." He smiles "J'taime, mon cher."