Different Colors Of Love (ErrorxInk)

Chapter 45: Unwanted Disturbance

Authors note: remember to have your daily does of REEE-

(Btw, sorry it's short. I'm prepping myself for the sequel since I want it to have long chapter. I'm pretty much saving my energy for that lol)
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~(Flashback)~

No POV
"Thanks for picking us up, Reaper." Error sighed in exhaustion. "Did you even sleep Error?"

"Not really. But I don't care, heh." The couple had just gotten into Reapers car and we're currently heading towards Inks house.

"Oh great. You don't get enough sleep anymore." Ink smirked and looked out the window. "Meh, who cares if I don't? I know I sure as hell don't." Ink chuckled to himself quietly.

"So how've you been Reaper? Anything new with Geno?~" Realer blushed slightly. "No, not really. We're doing pretty good. I think he's warming up to me though~" Reaper and Ink giggled like little children.

"No, I don't think so." Ink looked at Error with a frisk face. "Ha, that's what you think! You might be his brother, but you haven't seen them together entirely!" Error facepalmed as Reaper and Ink fangirled over the idea of Geno being lovey-dovey towards Reaper.

"Ink, if you don't mind me asking, what did they do to you? You know, the people or person who kidnapped you?" Error asked. Ink looked at Error with a worried face.

"Well, as you know, they fed me every two days. I was grateful though. They gave me such a nice room! And guess what? Your never gonna believe it! Anti and I are friends now! At least, that's what he said. To be honest though...

We still need to be wary. The thickness of the air was weird and so was the temperature when I talked to him. I don't think...he was telling the truth. He told me that he had to do what he did to protect me from the mysterious person that kidnapped me.

I don't believe it though. The person who apparently planned this only talked to me about...3 times in my time of staying there. I do remember something though...he had a dark face. He was in the shadows, yes, but you could tell. That's pretty much it."

Error blinked.
Reaper coughed.
Ink was still.

"What? You asked." He said, folding his arms and turning away grumpily. "Eh, that's right..." Error rubbed at his neck nervously. "Well, were here! So pay up!" Reaper exclaimed.

~(Flashback End)~

Ink snuggled into his bed more. It was good to be home. The fresh smell of Errors cologne and paint was nostalgic.

The taste of his toothpaste and the regular food he ate was absolute bliss. "Mmnmh...Sleep..." he mumbled quietly.

He curled himself into a ball at the beautiful warmth. He and Error had taken a shower separately (aHA-) and gotten dressed. Unfortunately for Error, he had to clean up the strings that laid across his bed that he produced.

Error didn't want to sleep in the same bed with Ink. He was a hugger, and a hard one to. Who knows what he could do to Ink! He also didn't want to interrupt Ink from getting the sleep he needed.

He presumed Ink was tired and in need of sleep. Unexpectedly, he was correct. Ink gripped the sheets in his deep sleep, enjoying the Dream he was having (and no, his dream didn't have any sin). "Hmmnh...Peaches..." he mumbled. "No!~ Error!~ Don't eat the pineapple!~..." he whispered. Even though Dream never allowed anyone to ever sleep on his couch, he understood that Error didn't want to disturb Ink.

Error laid on the couch wondering who the kidnapper could possibly be. Everything that Ink had said made him even more worried for Inks safety, his own included.

'You both obviously need to talk'

'What about tomorrow morning?'

'He's tired. You mean afternoon?'

'Talk to him in the morning Error!' Error drowned out the voices with memories of him and Ink. How they both met, the problems they had come across, and this.

"Maybe the voices are right..." he mumbled under his breath.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow, Ink..." he stayed softly with a smile.

the mansion was quiet.

There was no sound.

He took a breath and stood up.

He asked his partner a question.

"I did."

He asked another.

"Apparently."

And one last question was asked.

"No, but I will look."

"Trust me."