Hell's Queen

Reaper

Slowly, I woke up to soft shifting in my arms.

Looking down, I saw the bleeding skeleton there, happily snuggled in my arms... Adorably smiling.

I carefully reached my hand out, cupping his cheek in a gentle touch. He leaned into it, his smile growing more relaxed and sincere.

It wasn't like I had expected him to be... Behind all of the rough exterior, behind all the glares and hate you's and such... He's a scared, needy child... A person who needs to be protected... A person who was hurt...

God! Why was I feeling so conflicted with this mortal! They were mortal! They would die eventually, meaning they would just go to Heaven, a place I can't go!

I took a soft breath, lightly smelling a metallic smell, a smell I grew use to. Blood.

I looked down at the smaller's chest, lightly wincing to myself.

His ribs were bloody from the never healing cut.

Drunkenly, he explained that when Chara had slashed him with her knife, it had done some serious damage to an already existing wound, so it reopened. The wound never full closes, just scabs over and bleeds at random, which was why he took the only bedroom with its personal bathroom. He didn't want to scared the girls.

I carefully placed my hand on his chest, hearing a soft moan leave his mouth.

Right... I bit my lip. He's a masochist.

Slowly, I healed the wound, watching the blood dry and disappear, the wound scabbing over, but not leaving.

Gently shaking my head, I left it be.

Why did I do that? Heal him even though he would've been fine with it bleeding? Why was I getting attached to him?

I pondered on those questions and more, thinking through everything that I thinking and feeling, all the while caressing the sleeping monster's cheek.

He's a mystery... That's why... I want to know why he's like this... So calm and collected, but so impulsive and childish... So much like a mother but just like a child... I'm just curious.

Happy with that conclusion, I shifted myself back into a more comfortable position, keeping him in my arms.

Though, it was hard to go back to sleep when he started waking up.

Groggily, he raised himself, his one eyes lazily gazing at me.

"R-Reaper?" His voice was soft, so soft that it made my dead soul skip a beat.

"Hm?" I murmured, keeping my eyes lidded.

For a moment he looked confused before it transformed into exhausted anger.

"You dick! You-" A sharp moaned left him as he tried to hurriedly get out of bed, falling back into my arms.

I felt my lips smirk as I raised an eyebrow at him, trapping him to my exposed ribcage. Guess I only focused on his main wound rather than the others that I had inflicted the night prior.

He looked down at himself, his face becoming the brightest blue I had ever seen it swiftly changing into a fury red!

"What the hell did we do!" He yelled at me, instantly regretting it as he held his head, an inaudible whine leaving him.

I snickered lightly at him, rubbing my nose on his neck in a flirty manner.

"Oh, you know what happens when you get drunk and naked skeletons into a room together~" I purred lowly in his ear.

His shiver and the hitch in his breath was beautiful, it was actually turning me on again.

"W-We have work..." He squirmed around in my arms, biting the bottom of his lip, most likely trying not to moan.

"Not in your condition." I felt my voice go hard, a serious feeling entering me. I carefully pushed him back to my bed, which would need to have a change of sheets, and lightly glared at him. "I had already called Frisk, telling her that you got a little too drunk last night, so she has the day off. Besides," I felt my expression relax, my hand on his shoulder moving towards his cheek. "you've been working yourself too much... You need rest, After."

It felt weird saying his last name. Well, the last name he took after he was old enough to legally change it.

Last night, he "told" me his name as he got angry at me for calling me After, saying that he wanted to hear his name coming out of my mouth... And well, it just made him all the more needy~

His one eye looked away from me, a conflict in those pale eyes.

"O-Okay..." His words were barely whispered, but his body sunk peacefully into the bed, almost pleased that he wasn't pushing it to work harder.

I gave a light smile as I laid next to him.

His blush had died to a sky blue, but he looked so innocent and cute... I had to have him close to me.

The moment my arm was laid on top of his chest to bring into me, he turned onto his side and laid his head onto my chest, near my shoulder.

His hands were brought up to his chin, his legs lightly curled up and... and it felt like he was scared...

I held him softly, loose enough for him to leave it if he truly wished, but just tight enough for him to feel safe... And I knew he did from how he relaxed into it...

I couldn't help the tugging that was in my soul, it hurt to see him scared like that...

I just wish I knew what made him like this... What hurt him so horribly... What almost broke him...