Disclaimer: I don't own Zankyou no terror or any of it's characters.

The following is in the Author's point of view.

Darkness was around the corner as Lisa laid on a small bed curled up in a ball, her hands held her knees tightly as she buried her face between them. She had already attempted to make dinner for the two terrorist that were housing her in their humble apartment.

It was a disaster again.

Yet, it was the only way she could demonstrate her appreciation and the only means she had to repay them. Although, Lisa knew it wasn't enough, she knew she was walking on a fine line.

She could almost see the taller terrorist's patients waning short, Nine, the serious one out of the two. She knew he viewed her as a burden.

Twelve was a different story though, he was kind and joyful. He made Lisa feel valuable, as if someone truly wanted her there, like he would worry if she were to ever disappear. Twelve made her feel something rise up to her chest, something no one has ever made her feel.

Though, maybe it was all an act as well. Maybe he viewed her as a nuisance, too. Maybe he was only acting kind to her out of pity.

Lisa buried her head deeper within her knees, digging her nails into her soft flesh. Her heart jumping painfully within her.

A single note was stuck to the back of the door in Lisa's room, it was from Twelve.

"Don't leave the room."

Lisa could hear them, hear them argue about her outside.

"You know she can't stay for long, you know what will come and yet you choose to keep her here." a cold voice, Nine's. Lisa flinched.

"Nine, she has nowhere to go. Lisa is—if she leaves she might tell the police something." It was twelve's voice now, a sweeter ringing in Lisa's ears.

"You keep saying that but you're lying to yourself, that's just an excuse you say to reason with your attachment. A reason to justify your actions, you claimed to "follow her" because you were worried she would tell the police but you weren't worried about that at all. All this time you were just worried about her." Lisa hears the muffled voice of Nine, it was deep and harsh. It made her want to disappear.

"She—"

"You got too involved, Twelve. I told you not to but you didn't listen, now you're paying the price. We are paying the price."

Silence followed and Lisa felt a sting behind her eyes, she could feel her pulse painfully within her head, she brought up her shaky hands to her ears to cover them. She couldn't hear any more.

She knew she was a burden, she knew she wasn't welcome, she knew she was useless. Everyone either hated her or felt indifferent towards her, it didn't matter where she went or if she tried her hardest to fit in.

She was always an outcast.

After a while, Lisa removed her hands from her ears, she let them fall limp to in front of her face. She strained her ears to hear outside of the room for any movement. She heard nothing.

Her soft lips formed into a thin line. She had made up her mind, she didn't belong here either, among Twelve and Nine. She would leave, she would pack the few clothes that she had brought and she would leave.

Lisa truly cared about Twelve and Nine, they weren't cold terrorist like she had first anticipated. They were different and she didn't want to burden them any longer.

Lisa felt liquid slide down her eye and fall to the bed, staining the sheets for only a moment. She didn't want to cry, it only served to make her feel more useless than she already felt.

Suddenly, the door to her room was cracked open and the footsteps of someone coming in was heard, they were soft and barely audible. Lisa tensed, she was still curled up in a ball facing the wall, she was too frightened to move.

"Lisa…" A voice of honey called out to her, Twelve. He sounded distraught at first, then he breathed in and smiled.

"Come on Lisa, I'm taking you somewhere special tonight." Twelve called over to Lisa, his eyes were heavy as he felt a pang in his chest finding the young girl on her bed like that.

He knew she had heard it all. Nine's words were blunt and hurtful. Twelve had warned Nine of speaking loudly but the glasses-wearing terrorist didn't seem to care.

When Twelve saw that Lisa had not responded he grew worried, he walked over to the bed and grasped her shoulder. He heard a gentle gasp, reassuring him that Lisa was okay.

Twelve visibly relaxed. "Lisa, I'm sorry." No response was given from the ebony-haired girl before him.

Twelve's eyes fell downcast, he knew Lisa was hurting. He disliked the tight feeling he received in his chest from her sorrow. Then he got an idea, he wanted to cheer her up, he wanted to make her feel like she belonged.

Twelve crawled onto the bed softly, the mattress dipping to his weight. Lisa quickly looked up, surprised and bemused. Twelve only smiled from ear to ear, it a was a sorrowful smile, an understanding one.

He detached her arms from her knees and leaned in. Lisa's legs automatically stretched across the bed as she witnessed Twelve coming closer, she could feel the heat radiating from his skin. She made a sound within her throat, a light squeak and gasp.

Twelve wrapped his arms around Lisa's fragile from and buried his nose in her hair. Their legs became tangled with each other with the help of Twelve's efforts and Lisa's hands were in disarray. She didn't know what to do, she was completely shocked.

She could feel his heartbeat against her's.

"Twelve," Lisa breathes causing Twelve to breath in as well, she felt his breath tickle her neck.

"Don't listen to Nine," he began, snuggling closer to Lisa's soft body. "He's blunt but he means well, I'm sorry you had to listen to him."

Lisa's eyes drop, the thought of Nine's words protruding in her mind once again.

"Why didn't you just leave me." Lisa blurted out the words before she could stop them, she felt Twelve tense against her.

"You knew I was going to be a burden, you knew Nine wouldn't accept me here. Why didn't you just leave me the night you found me? You could have just walked away and prevented all of the problems you have now. It's all because I'm here, all the problem came when I..." Lisa uttered.

"You are not the problem." Twelve claimed, his voice heavy and firm.

"You're...you're lying." Lisa choked, she wanted to be strong but her throat stung so much. Then, Twelve rose up with his elbows, he seized Lisa's cheeks within his hands, cupping her face gently to look up at him.

But even then Lisa averted her gaze from Twelve's searing eyes. She didn't feel worthy of looking into the eyes of anyone, especially Twelve's, his were deep and worthwhile.

Her's were only dull and broken, boring and hollow.

"Lisa, look at me." Twelve whispered above her, compelling Lisa to look up at him.

"I-I'm a burden," Lisa continued, refusing to look up at Twelve, she shut her eyes tight. "I don't belong here either."

Something snapped within Twelve then, his heart felt like a rock in the middle of a dark sea. A sinking feeling descended on the auburn-haired terrorist at the mention of not belonging. Lisa was the only one who knew how he felt.

She was the only one who knew how it felt to be a complete outcast, she shared those same agonizing feelings that plagued him. They paralleled with his experience and existence.

"Yeah, I could have left you," Twelve began, "but then I wouldn't be feeling what I'm feeling now. If I would have never met you Lisa, then I would still be an empty shell."

Lisa's eyes widen at his words, she lifts her gaze to look up at Twelve and sees the most tender look he's ever given her, one that made him seem vulnerable.

One that made her heart skip rapidly in her chest and send butterflies spilling all over her stomach.

But what did she make him feel? Lisa couldn't begin to comprehend how she affected Twelve nor why he chose to tell her. She felt embarrassed by his lingering gaze and bold declaration, a faint blush stained her cheeks.

"W-what do you feel?" Lisa inquired, her heart thumping loudly within her, tears standing in her eyes.

Twelve looked up, deep in thought. "I can't explain it, but its nice." he looked down anew and smiled freshly.

"Nine will get mad again." she pointed out, she felt guilty for causing complications between the two terrorist. She knows from what Twelve has told her that they've been together since infancy, now she was causing conflict between the two.

She hated herself for that.

"Nine is just worried, he's not mad at you per se. He's worried that we won't reach our goal, but he doesn't hate you." Twelve explains, knowing that Nine's anger may have been misinterpreted by the ebony-haired girl below him.

After a pause Twelve lets go of Lisa. "Well, come on." he rose and hopped off the bed, he extended his hand out for Lisa to take.

"Where are we going?" Lisa mumbled softly, unsure if she should go or stay.

"It's a special place I like to go, it's not too far from here." Twelve informs and seizes Lisa's hand before she can protest. The girl stumbles and makes hesitant noises.

"Are you sure it's okay?" she inquires nervously.

"Am I sure? No, but we can sneak out!" Twelve grins a white smile and peeks out of the room, he makes sure the coast is clear and he pulls Lisa alongside him as he makes a run for the front door.

Lisa clamps a hand over her mouth as to not make a sound to disturb Nine who was fast asleep in his bunk bed, she glanced back at him and catches sight of a frown. He must be having another bad dream. Lisa felt true sadness for the young terrorist.

Twelve and Lisa make it out side of the apartment building and Twelve begins to walk ahead with his hands to his head, in a very serene-like manner. It was already dark outside, Lisa couldn't really see where she was going, the light post lining the streets did little to help.

"Come on, this way." Twelve looks back at at the confused Lisa and seizes her hand anew, grasping it firmly within his hand.

"Your hands are w-warm," Lisa mummbles coyly and Twelve grins at her.

"Your hands are soft." he offers a compliment of his own, stepping closer to her like he would see couples do in the street. Soon they arrive near a small clearing with grass, a tiny hill with a single cherry blossom tree laid in the middle.

Twelve guides Lisa into the clearing and onto the tiny hill, she looked around amazed. Numerous flourished cherry blossom petals had fallen to the ground, causing it to look pink. The blades of grass were green and lush, almost as soft as feathers.

"It's beautiful here." Lisa declares softly, feeling Twelve's warm hand on her's, he had never let go and he wasn't planning on detaching his arm anytime soon.

"Yeah, but that's not the reason I like coming here. Look up." was Twelve's simple words, Lisa's gaze traveled upward and her eyes became glazed with stars. The bright dark sky was filled with a sea of shimmering stars.

Lisa could discern the hues of blue that coated the stars, so many were visible. She hadn't taken the time to contemplate the stars, in reality after she ran away from home everything had been a blur to her.

"It's amazing," Lisa whispers, her breath taken away. "Why do you like coming here?" she asks.

Twelve's gaze dances towards Lisa then back up at the sky. "I like coming here to think, sometimes I think for hours."

"What do you think about?"

Twelve grows silent then, Lisa almost feels like she said something wrong. She was about to apologize when Twelve spoke up.

"Everything, I just think about everything and nothing at the same time." he says, knowing he was making no sense.

Lisa looks down, she knew that feeling all too well. To think of everything yet nothing at all, to have countless hours of tormenting thoughts plaguing your mind. It almost felt suffocating, like tight fist were clenching your insides.

Lisa was too engrossed in her own thoughts to realize that Twelve had leaned in closer to her, her gaze was still engrossed with the blades of dark grass below but Twelve caught her attention.

"Lisa," he uttered her name causing Lisa to look sideways, as soon as she turned her head she felt a pair of soft lips against her own. Their lips were barely touching yet Lisa felt a fire set within them. Her eyes were wide and round as she stared at Twelve's closed ones.

Then Twelve leaned away slightly, leaving a thin layer of air between them. Lisa remained rooted to the ground, her heart beating within her ears, Twelve's own heart pounding intensely despite his calm complexion.

"You're special to me." declared Twelve with an earnest look in his eyes. Lisa was of loss for words, she knew she cared deeply for Twelve as well. She couldn't describe the feeling but she knew that he was the only one she felt this for.

"Twelve, I...y-you're…" she begins to stutter, adrenaline reaching her heart and spreading through her blood, causing her hands to shake out of nervousness.

"Can I kiss you again, Lisa?" Twelve asked, his eyes big and soft as the night sky radiated off the cool pools of brown hues that were his eyes. Lisa jolted, she was unsure of what to say but she knew she enjoyed the feeling of his lips on her's.

She nodded her head anxiously.

Twelve smiled warmly, his hand reaching up and cupping Lisa's cheek in his palm one more time. He leaned in slowly, halting inches away from her lips, their noses touching.

"Close your eyes." Twelve whispered and Lisa complied, closing her eyes as Twelve closed the short distance between their lips. Twelve's heart felt like it was soaring, he had never felt something so rich. He'd never felt so alive.

He knew he could no longer live without Lisa. He knew he could never abandon her or leave her much less forget her. She had single-handedly sealed his heart within a cage just for herself and he was perfectly okay with that.

Twelve knew he never wanted to be away from Lisa again.

"You're important to me, too." came Lisa's labord voice as she broke the kiss. "You make me feel something I've never felt before, Twelve. All my life I've felt like such a—such a fool. I've always felt like an outcast, but you make me feel like I belong." Lisa brought up her shaky hands to hold the one hand that rested on her cheek, she pressed it closer to her tenderly.

"I never want to be away from you." Twelve declared, he leaned in and kissed her again. "I don't care what Nine says, I can't leave you."

"I don't want to leave your side either…" Lisa agreed as Twelve rested his head on her's.

"But," Lisa uttered hesitantly "how will we do this? We're going against the world, how can we hope to survive? I want to stay with you, I want to be with you and Nine as well. I want you both to be happy." she said, her heart aching.

"Don't worry about that now, we'll find a way. But, I will promise you here and now that I will never leave you. I promise to always protect you." Twelve claims, softly snuggling closer to Lisa. He felt Lisa nod into his neck.

"I promise to never leave you either."

Both teen's heart were in their throats blissfully, both wary and worried on what the future might hold for them but they knew that if they were together in the end everything was going to be okay.

Somehow they would make it out of the mess they had dug themselves into, somehow they would survive. And once it was all over they could embrace each other fully and love each other without restrains.

They wait in anticipation for that day to come.

I could try continue this if you guys really liked it.

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BTR