Hey guys,

Welcome to my first fic. I'm thinking this will be a few chapters, only in Zack's POV with how I think he would be feeling through the happenings of the anime (Maybe beyond, not sure yet). Though, some scenes may be slightly different in my story for my own artistic reasons, and to aid in the story I'm trying to tell.

I do not own any of these characters, as they all belong to Kina Chiren and Makoto Sanada, I am merely playing with them in my own way.

I ship Ray and Zack hard regardless of age (judge me, oh well) and this story will probably eventually contain explicit sexual content and I'm not sorry about it.

Feel free to comment and tell me how you really feel (go hard or go home as they say) I appreciate any and all criticism!

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

My head felt fuzzy, light and heavy all at once. The feelings dissolving in-between each other, making my skull throb. I knew I should open my eyes but that's where the haziness came in, it felt like there was a thick fog hovering over my consciousness, trapping me on the brink of waking and sleep.

The only way I can describe this feeling would be to compare it to that of a cotton ball. Light and airy but then it would feel like it was absorbing immense amount of weight that began pushing down on me. As if it were soaking up all the crimson blood from my body making my limbs and chest seem like they would float away to the grace of death, but also chaining me here with the heaviness of its presence.

I could make out the faintest of steps drawing nearer to my body slumped on the floor of B2, I could hear it splash in the puddles of my life source, making a sloshing noise that was sending chills of pleasure up my spine from the familiarity. I am a killer after all. I knew if I didn't open my eyes, this was it; I'd either die from blood loss or die by the hands of whoever was approaching me. I willed myself to wake the fuck up.

Everything was blurry at first, and it almost didn't even feel as if my eyes had opened at all. Which, I suppose, is why I thought I was hallucinating and seeing an ethereal angel standing before me. Then the fog began to clear, and I reminded myself with amusement that I was a hell-spawn monster that would be going no where near heaven. That made a rough and course chuckle break its way through my hoarse throat. I made eye contact with those lifeless blue orbs that I have become so familiar with. Tch. What a waste of a potentially beautiful face that could be painted with horror and anxiety right before death. The blood ran hot in my veins at the thought of Ray wearing such an arousing expression.

"Zack, you're awake," came her fluttery tone of voice, it seemed to be laced with an emotion I couldn't read. Not that I was that great at reading emotions to begin with. Though, now that I look more closely, her entire expression seems to be twisted with something. It was subtle and I haven't seen it before on her generally stoic face.

Ray was a freak. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with her, but even in my own shit-storm of a brain, I knew you had to be some level of fucked up to look so dead yet alive at the same time. She wanted me to kill her, she'd made that very clear. I was only more than happy to oblige her request of course, the thought of her crisp white skin stained with crimson blood had made my body throb with anticipation when she had asked no—begged more like it—for me to steal her life away. But one look at that expression and I knew I wouldn't find pleasure in that, not with how she was. Though, now the idea of her perfect icy blonde hair and pale skin streaked with blood was arousing in a different context. Imagining that blood belonging to a victim, watching that sweet cherry glaze painting her silken porcelain skin, dripping down her slim throat—my eyes blinked, my senses coming back to me and my eyes bore into that strange expression once more.

My eyes scrunched in confusion. "What's with that look on your face, Ray?" She glanced at my gaping self inflicted wound on my gut, ignoring my question and instead turning her attention to her bag slung across her small body. That drew my attention as well, and somewhat lessened my annoyance at being ignored. "Did you get the medicine?"

Her face twisted in a different way at this question, and my confusion grew stronger by this reaction. But before I could make a comment, she spoke, "No. When I went to Doctor Danny's floor, there was no medicine there." My annoyance increased once again, not at Ray, but at that fucking doctor. I should have known that shitbag psycho was up to something, that fucking piece of crap. That explains the conversation with him about exchanging medicine for Ray's eyeballs. Motherfucker.

"Zack, his body wasn't there either."

I already figured as much considering I had my run in with him already. "Yeah, I know, I ran into him a while ago. That motherfucker was wearing protective shit on his body, Tch," I tsked at the sheer absurdity of the situation. What luck.

"You made it back alive though, that's all that matters," this statement gained me another expression I couldn't comprehend on Ray's face. "What the fuck's wrong with your face, Ray?" I shout in annoyance. I wish I could read the brat's mind, maybe then I could understand what the hell was going on with her. At my blunt question she looked away and continued rummaging through her bag. I opted for a different question, "Did you go to my floor?"

At this question she finally met my eyes again and her expression seemed to be back to normal. Thank fuck, that shit was making me queasy. "Yes, I did."

She pulls out the familiar blade, sharp with the secrets of its history, addled with hundreds of peoples screams for mercy. Man this thing sure takes me back. I grip the hilt of the weapon strongly, relishing in the feeling of the handle being strangled in my grasp. My reminiscing was interrupted by her voice, "What did the Doctor say to you?"

I glanced at her, looking away pretending to be more interested in my reflection in the weapon's blade rather than her curiosity. Truth is, I didn't want to tell her how that creepy fuck wanted me to gouge her eyes out of their socket in exchange for some magic medicine. I doubt she'd be fazed but that fucking pervert's interest in Ray grated on my skin and made my body bristle. I wasn't gonna say it out loud so instead of letting her know, I say, "Not much, just some psycho-babble bullshit of how he's un-killable, tch," I scoff, ignoring her gaze on my face until she began to move away from me.

I look at her suspiciously, "Where you going?"

She returns with a blank look. "I'm going to go look for some medicine for your wound," she states matter-of-factly. I go to move with her, determined not to let her out of my sight this time, thinking she got lucky getting back unscathed.

She moves quick, her hands pause within an inch of my chest, my skin itching at the close proximity, I still my movement and raise an eyebrow at her actions. "No, you can't move. You're losing too much blood. Stay. Rest," she orders firmly, the words spilling from her mouth quick and messily, unlike her usually smooth and calm way of speaking. She's being awfully assertive, which throws me off a bit along with her odd tone.

I look at her strangely, like she's sprouted a second head from her shoulder. "Fuck that, I'm fine. How the hell you gonna stay alive with no weapon?" I spit at her.

She rears back on her knees, patting the pouch at her hip, making me glance there subtly before focusing back on her straight face, as she says some more bullshit about going off alone. "I've got my gun." She again goes to move away from me but her movements halt at my words.

"Let me see it," holding my hand out to receive the handgun she had used to shoot that bitch Cathy. She places it in my awaiting palm and I quickly release the magazine to check the cartridge of ammo and am unsurprised to find it empty. Idiot. I leave the mag out and flick off the safety aiming the barrel right in Ray's face. She's unfazed, staring down the sights into my mismatched eyes as I point the gun between her haunting blue eyes. "Bang." I state as I pull the trigger, hearing the empty click.

"How the fuck you gonna shoot someone without any fucking bullets?" I question annoyed. Her only reply is a meek, 'You need medicine.' As if that should be answer enough that she goes wandering about without protection. I sigh heavily at the sheer lack of self preservation, I mean she does wanna die so I guess that makes sense. She begins to move again, one of her knees coming up to push her to her feet. My heart seizes real quick in a weird way and instinct has me thrusting my hand out that holds my knife. I grumble out, "Take this." Urging her to have something rather than nothing, can't very well get out of here without her. "Don't go getting killed on me, that's my job." I scoff.

She takes the weapon and looks at it strangely, her eye twitches in an almost inconceivable motion, but I'm more observant than most. I think to ask her again what the hell's wrong with her face, but my vision begins to get hazy again, kind of flickering in and out for a second. Fucking blood loss, so fucking annoying. I wanna change that look on her face, I don't like it. So I say, "Give me a smile, Ray."

She looks up at me, the expression I hate getting more intense as she studies my own heavy eyelids and drowsy gaze, not answering my demand. "I'm gonna take a nap real quick, so give me a smile before you go, brat." I try to put some attitude in my voice, but that seems to be taking too much effort at the moment.

"I don't think I can." Her tone is wobbly in a weird way and her face pinches more in that ugly expression. I hate it.

"Try." I urge harshly, and I see the corner of her lips lift up slowly but surely, her mouth opening just the slightest bit. It's the most pathetic smile i've ever seen and her eyes still have that glaze from that stupid expression. I want to tell her that her attempt sucks ass, but before I get the chance, my vision is fading to black. The picture I have of her face fades into nothing and my conscious mind slips like it got blown away in a gust of wind. Fucking stupid blood loss..

Alright guys, here's the first chapter, hope you like it!