Treasure Box. (A BFB 4X fanfiction)

Tug Of War.

X's P.O.V:
I wait.
And wait.
And wait some more.

Four and Three are still out of sight. I don't hear any screaming, but something's definitely happening out there. There's the rustling of leaves and undergrowth on the ground outside. I stare up at the dull, grey ceiling, trying to think of ways to make it more interesting and take my mind off of the situation.

I could paint a nice pastel pink.. a few dapples of yellow and green... then a pool of blue at the bottom. Of course, not just any kind of blue.

A specific shade.
A familiar shade.

All of a sudden, a loud slam draws my attention as Four's hands clutch the windowsill from the outside and he heaves himself up and over it, landing on the floor with a thud.
If there wasn't duct tape over my mouth, I would've laughed.

Four has scrapes and bruises all over his body, and I'm not sure how that happened if there was no noise coming from outside. I keep staring at the cuts with a longing to break free from the ropes and help him up.
Then I notice his face.
The black ooze is streaming down his cheeks, and his pupils are practically gone.
Then... he stands up. He brushes dirt and some kind of debris off of his knees and chuckles.

"Haha, you're all tied up." He teases.
He then slashes the rope down the middle with his... claws..? This sets me free. "This might hurt a little bit." Four tells me, proceeding to rip the tape off my mouth, surprising me. "Sorry about that, I-" Four is immediately cut off by me leaping into his arms. I choke out pitiful sobs, "I thought you were going to die! Why would you ever come back for me, that was a terrible idea!!" All into his shoulder. By now he's carrying me like a baby and letting me cry on him.

"H-how did you e-even... s-survive??" I ask between quick, shallow breaths and sniffles.

"They always say you fight better if you have something to fight for."

Four's P.O.V:
My eyes are cleared up and my senses return.
X is... in my arms, as he should be.
Huh.
I guess that condition isn't all bad.

"Let's go." I sigh, starting towards the door.

I trip, X being yanked from me. He gasps in pain.

Something grabbed X's dangling leg.

"He's mine, I need this luck for myself!!" Three screams, still with a steady hold on his leg. He must've crawled inside the shop through the window while I was distracted.

"Wrong, Three! X is mine because I actually care for him! X is is mine because I lo-" Four cuts himself off, snatching X's right arm. He lightly tugs on it, making X let out a small squeak.

"You can't take him." Four snarls.

Three smirks, tugging so hard on X's leg that he is completely taken from Four's loose grip.

"Just watch me."