Chaos Preferred : Series

It started with a bottle. A bottle pointing at Chaos. The others all stared, waiting for the boy who had spun the bottle to go ahead and give Chaos a kiss. The boy wasn't moving an inch, though. He just sat there, looking very much unhappy at the prospect of kissing the other boy.

"Go on, Destiny. Just kiss him real quick. It won't kill you," one of the others said, drawing a round of snickers as Destiny was shoved towards Chaos.

"...Eh...I...I don't want to! My brother told me not to touch Chaos! He said Chaos'll rub off on you!" Destiny said, leaning back and quickly pulling himself across the floor away from the other boy.

Instantly the other kids all burst into laughter, being very much entertained by that. Chaos just started, working his jaw. I thought that he looked angry for a moment, until a tear crawled down his face. Nobody else seemed to notice, but when more of his spider-shaped tears began literally crawling down his face, everyone stopped laughing and stared at him.

"What's wrong with me?! There's nothing wrong with me!" he exclaimed. The tears were flooding out now, skittering all down his cheeks, some continuing on down his neck and some attempting to get back into his body via his mouth.

"Oh. Gross. Stop crying. You always cry those really freaky spider tears. That's what's wrong with you," one kid said, a disgusted look firmly in place on their face.

"Ew. Sorry, Chaos, but you're just...nngh...." Destiny said, cringing. He felt bad about making the other boy cry, but he wasn't about to do anything to fix it; especially not with Chaos crying in his admittedly creepy way.

"You're a good guy, Chaos, but you're just bad, in truth. Fun to play with, not to be with," offered up another kid trying to be at least semi-nice.

I just sat there, watching the scene as some kids showed obvious revulsion, some kids tried to act at least a little nice, and others just snickered and whispered cruel things. Everyone else was being cruel by doing these things to Chaos...but I was being cruel by just sitting there and watching.

"I'm going home," Chaos said, moving to get up as he glared with teary eyes at all of the other kids.

"Wait!" I blurted out, lunging forward. I grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him back down to his knees, our lips clashing together. His eyes went wide and my eyes fell closed, but we both got burning blushes on our cheeks. There was nothing but the kiss for several silent moments, and then somebody dared speak.

"Oh my word. Humanity is kissing Chaos," breathed one of the kids. I broke off the kiss at that, still blushing brightly as I looked at the ground. Chaos and everyone else couldn't seem to find anything else to say. They all just stared at me, each one as shocked as the next that I'd done that.

"I-I don't think you're gross or anything, but I do want you to stop crying. I get sad when I see other people crying," I said, trying to give reason for my actions. He stared at me for a beat before quickly cutting off his crying, wiping away what remained of the tears.

"....I don't want to make you sad, especially when you're making me happy," he said, suddenly hugging me to him. Right there, in front of all of the others, was when it began. Chaos and me—Chaos and Humanity. The biggest choice of my life, and, some would say, the biggest mistake of my life. I never regretted it, though. Never.



"You don't look so hot," Chaos said, glancing down at me as he pulled his pants on.

"Odd, since I feel really hot," I replied.

"I didn't mean it like that," he said.

"I did," I said, chuckling softly.

"Let me check your temperature," he said. He grabbed my chin with two fingers, lifting and tilting my head up as he leaned down to put his forehead to mine. I groaned as my headache shifted from my part of my mind to another with the movement of my head. "You're burning up, babe," he said, pulling back with a frown.

"Oh, really? I would've had no idea if you hadn't told me," I said sarcastically, though a weak smile leaked onto my face.

"Smartass," he said. He had a smile for a brief second, but it quickly turned down into a frown. "Maybe I should stay. I don't really need to go to the group meeting. They can do without me..." he mused.

"Nonsense. It's a fever. I'm not dying. Just go. I'll bother your brother if I need anything," I said, waving his thoughts of staying home away.

"What's this about bothering me?" said the person in question, poking his head into the room.

"Order, Humanity is sick. You need to look after him. Unless you're busy. Then I can just stay and look after him," Chaos said. He paused in the middle of pulling on his shirt, not wanting to have to finish dressing if he wasn't going to go.

"The only thing you're looking for is an excuse not to go to that meeting. You skipped the last three. Get your ass dressed and go. I'll watch your boyfriend for you," Order said flatly.

"I have a good reason not to go this time, though!" Chaos exclaimed. He finished pulling his shirt on, mumbling additional things under his breath as he pulled on his socks and shoes.

"I'm glad to know you're so damn worried about my health," I muttered, faking a scowl as I rolled over, turning my back to him. Whether or not he could tell I was just pretending to be mad, he immediately flung himself onto me, pulling down the covers so he could wrap his arms around me.

"You know I'm worried about you, babe," he purred, swiftly beginning to coat my neck, shoulders, and the top of my back in kisses.

"Get a room, you two!" Order exclaimed, snickering to himself.

"We have a room, and you're in it. If you don't like seeing this, stop watching us, you Peeping Tom," Chaos shot over his shoulder, smirking. His brother gave off a laugh, turning and exiting to room to give us a few private moments. I quickly wriggled around to face Chaos now, sighing as I not so subtly wrapped my arms around him as I stretched my arms out.

"Mmm...you're not helping me cool down any. I'm going to melt if you keep it up," I murmured. I, of course, did nothing to stop him as he continued coating me in kisses. Melting wasn't such a bad thing if this was how I was turned into a puddle of my former self.

"I can't help it. You know I have a hard time resisting you when you're upset seeming...and when you're weak seeming...and generally when you're awake....and when you're asleep, too..." he said, his smirk growing wider and wider.

"You're awful," I laughed softly, "And you missed a spot," I added, tilting my head back to reveal more neck for him to kiss. He delightedly began coating the fresh flesh in kisses.

After a few moments of enjoying the affection, I began to notice I was breathing heavily and open-mouthed. Moreso, I noticed a stingy sort of pain in my chest. "Eh....Chaos....I really....really don't feel good...." I panted, clutching tightly to him now. He muttered something, but I was unable to make it out as darkness closed in.

"...Chaos...can you stay with me after all...?" I mumbled as my eyes drifted closed. Again he said something I couldn't make out, though I could tell he sounded panicked this time. After that, it was lights out for me.



"So you're...basically telling me...I...am sick because of my boyfriend," I said. I was smiling widely as I struggled to say this, but tears brimmed my eyes, giving away that I was certainly not happy about this.

"Please, Humanity, calm down. Getting worked up will only make things worse. And I did not say exactly that. I merely said extreme, constant and continuous stress along with overexertion caused you to fall ill. That it is most likely because of Chaos was merely my personal opinion, not my professional opinion," said Fate, the doctor.

"Told you he'd rub off on you," Fate's younger brother and the nurse, Destiny, muttered.

I stared at them both, trying hard to swallow my anger. It may have been the family business for them to maintain the balance and health of everyone, but these two were biased against Chaos. He was the negative side of the balance. I knew that as well as anyone else, but I wasn't about to let these two opinionated assholes blame my health problems on my boyfriend.

"Have you told anyone else anything?" I asked.

"No, not yet," Fate said, glancing up at me from the clipboard he'd been scribbling on. He could already tell what I was going to say.

"Good. Don't tell anyone. Just say it was a bad fever that grew rapidly out of control, but that it's better now," I said as I slid out of the hospital bed.

"You won't get any better if you add the pressure of hiding this problem to your stress. Get back into that bed and lie down," Fate replied flatly. I ignored him, trading in the hospital gown for my own clothes quickly. "...Humanity, don't let our personal differences in regard to Chaos get in the way of bringing your health back into balance, please," he said, sighing as he handed the clipboard over to his brother.

"I'm not. I'll get my health back up to balance. I'll come back in a week for a check-up, just for you," I said airily. I then breezed out of the room, leaving the an annoyed Fate and Destiny behind me. The second I walked into the waiting room Chaos and Order were both upon me; Chaos grabbed me and pulled me into a hug, and Order wrapped his arms around the both of us in an embrace.

"Humanity! How are you feeling?! What'd Fate say?!" Chaos asked.

"It was just a fever that raged out of control. You'll need to keep an eye on him to make sure it doesn't return. It might very well be a recurring fever. If he shows any sign of it returning, I want you  to bring him back here right away. Don't wait for it to get as bad as it did this time," Fate said as he suddenly appeared.

"We'll definitely keep a close eye on him and have him back here at any signs of the fever returning," Order said, nodding his head curtly as he released his brother and me.

"Thank you so much for taking care of him, Fate," Chaos gushed, still hugging me tightly to him.

"It's my job," Fate replied almost coldly, watching Chaos and me closely through narrowed eyes.

"Well, we'll be on our way. Hope not to see you again too soon," I said, offering up a smile.

"...Same to you," Fate said.

In a surprise move, Chaos suddenly grabbed me up into his arms. "See you around, Fate," he tossed over his shoulder as he carried me off, not minding if he was making a little bit of a scene. Order quickly followed after us, laughing a little at his brother's antics. I just leaned into Chaos, silently wondering to myself just how much of my problem might actually be because of Chaos, if any.

"...You know, Humanity can probably walk, Chaos," Order said lightly once we were out of the small hospital and walking home.

"...I know. I want to carry him, though. It's my fault, after all," Chaos said softly. I stiffened, my eyes widening at his words.

"What do you mean it's your fault?!" I blurted out, looking wildly up at him. Had that bastard Fate actually said something and just lied to me about it?!

"I was pestering you even after you said you were sick and you said my actions weren't helping you cool off," he said lowly, glancing down at me with sad eyes and a soft frown. I gapped at him for a moment or two before scowling deeply.

"It is not your fault. It would've gotten that bad even if you were pestering me. Don't you say even one more time that it's your fault. If I hear you blaming yourself, you're going to get it," I said with a soft growl.

"Humanity's right. It's not your fault, so don't go blaming yourself. The only thing that'll do is make you feel bad, too," Order said, frowning for a moment and then smiling softly. He reached over and, taking advantage of the fact that Chaos's arms were full, mussed his brother's hair.

"Ugh. Damnit. I'm killing you for messing up my hair when we get home," Chaos said, shooting a glare at his brother. Order just laughed.

"I'll give you a better reason to kill me!" he exclaimed. Without warning he snatched me from his brother's arms and took off at a run. Loudly shouting colourful threats, Chaos made chase. Of course, the threats only made both Order and I laugh.



I sighed, leaning against Order. I didn't need the warmth—I was actually feeling a tiny bit feverish again—but I did need the comfort. After missing yet another group meeting, even though he'd actually had a good excuse this time, Chaos was doing quadruple duty work. He'd gone on duty twelve hours ago, and wouldn't be back for another twenty hours still.

"How long has it been since you two have been apart for twenty-four hours or more?" Order asked, glancing at me. He was able to easily tell I was just dying from being apart from his brother.

"...Ten years since we were apart for more than twelve hours... I'm not sure how long since we've been apart twenty-four or more hours... Probably nearly twelve or thirteen years," I said.

"Wow. So not since shortly after you two got together, yeah? No wonder you seem so depressed," he said, his eyebrows riding high in surprise.

"Oh, do I really seem that depressed?" I asked with a sigh.

"Heh. Oh yeah. You'd think somebody ran over your pet or something," he said, chuckling softly.

"Hmph. Well, I'm glad you find my depression so humorous, you jerk," I grunted, shoving off of him to flop over the side of the couch like a ragdoll.

"I'm sorry. It's just so cute the way you guys are still so needy towards each other even after this long. You've got almost fourteen years together under your belt, and you still act almost the exact same way as you did when you barely had even one year together under your belt," he said, smiling widely.

"We started out young. I don't think the lovey-dovey wears off until the people in the relationship are old, rather than just when the relationship is old," I mumbled, blushing just a little.

"Personally, I don't think it's just "lovey-dovey" you guys have. I think it's straight out love. That's why you're the same now as you were then. That's why you're able to comfortably love and need each other so completely. That's what makes what you two have special," Order said, his smile softening.

"....Even if it's special what we have, it's not immune to being...hurt," I said softly. Crap. Thinking aloud was not the way to keep a secret.

Order silently watched me for a moment, his smile slowly fading. "...What do you mean?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just thinking. I think I'm going to go see if I can sleep straight until Chaos comes home," I said, quickly standing up. Before I could make a break for the bedroom, he quickly grabbed me by the wrist, holding me in place.

"Fess up now. What did Fate really say about you getting sick?" he said. I went stiff, my eyes widening. Very, very slowly I turned those wide eyes on Order, unable to believe he'd asked me that. How in the world had he known...? "I'm not blind. I saw the look he had on his face. I saw the clouded darkness in his eyes. You made him hide something important from us," he said flatly, answering my unvoiced wonderings.

"...It's nothing. Just a little stress. It's fine now," I said flatly after a moment.

"I already said I'm not blind, and I'll say now that I'm not stupid, either," he replied just as flatly. I cringed a little, looking away now. He wasn't going to buy anything but the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. But I didn't know if he could or would keep it secret from Chaos what Fate had said...

"We can do this the easy way, where you tell me here and now what's going on, or I can go down to the hospital, make an unnecessary fuss, and find out from Fate. It's your choice," Order said as he abruptly stood up, towering over me almost intimidatingly.

There was a momentary sting at my heart like from before I'd fainted the other day; I couldn't help but reach up and rub my chest to ease the pain. "...You're not helping things any," I mumbled, sighing and pressing my forehead to his chest as I leaned on him lightly.

"...I'm sorry, but I want to know what is so bad that you'd keep it from not only me, but Chaos as well. I've never known you to keep secrets," Order said softly, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. I sighed again, reaching up and curling my fingers into his shirt now as I put more weight against him.

"It's not that bad. Fate says the problem is constant and continuous stress, plus overexerting myself. I just need to rest more and be stressed less, and I should be fine," I said.

"....What's stressing you? Anything I can help with?" Order asked, frowning softly. I chuckled softly, imagining so many possible morbidly humorous answers to that.

"I don't know what's stressing me. Just existing, I guess. I'm not sure how you can help with that," I said, smiling weakly. I now had all of my weight on Order and was, at this point, pretty much hanging off of him as he wrapped his arms around me to help hold me up better.

"Did Fate have any speculations as to what might be stressing you so badly?" he asked. It was an innocent question. He had no clue that Fate blamed his brother for my condition. Still, the second he asked me that, I shoved away from.

"He had no good suggestions as to what might be causing my problem," I stated almost coldly.

"...What did he suggest?" Order asked.

"It was a bad suggestion, so it doesn't matter. I know it's not his fault," I said. I turned to make another attempt to leave, but Order quickly grabbed me and pulled me back again.

"He thinks my brother is the cause? Is that why you flipped so badly when Chaos said it was his fault? Is that why you made Fate keep this a secret?" he asked quickly.

"I told you, I know it's not Chaos's fault. Anyways, Fate said that was just his personal opinion, not his professional one. He doesn't really like your brother and you know it. It's not secret that Destiny and Fate don't get on well with Chaos," I said, scowling.

"Nobody gets on well with Chaos. That's why he is what he is. Listen, even if it's only on a personal level, I think that if Fate believes—" he started to say, but I cut him off quickly.

"It's not his fault! Chaos doesn't freaking cause me any stress! The only reason I have stress is because every-damn-body else keeps trying to pick at my relationship with Chaos and say it's going to bring me trouble! If people would mind their own fucking business, I wouldn't have the trouble everyone is wishing so badly upon me!" I shouted, jerking away as fury burned in my eyes.

He stared at me, being too stunned to speak for a moment. "....I....I wasn't going to... I didn't mean to upset you... Sorry," he said slowly and softly.

"...Whatever. I'm going to bed," I muttered, turning my eyes away. I slouched off to bed, leaving an anxious, worried Order behind me. Now I was going to have to worry about him telling his brother everything. Juuuust what I needed. More stress.



"...Can I say something without you stressing out?" Order asked. I slid my eyes his way, frowning softly. I'd ended up asking him to come lay with me, having qucikly discovered I couldn't sleep without somebody else in my bed. I suppose it was only expected, since I hadn't slept alone in so many years. Not that I was exactly sleeping even with him in bed with me.

"What?" I asked.

"I know you said it's not Chaos's fault, and I'm not saying it is. I'm just saying here that you trying to take on everything by yourself so that he doesn't get upset or stressed might be what is making you so dangerously stressed," he said.

"...What do you mean?" I asked. I pushed up a little, turning my body some so I could look at him easier.

"Well, while everyone is always saying things to you about how the relationship you have with Chaos is bad for you, nobody ever says those kinds of thing to his face. He knows people are saying and thinking those things, but it doesn't bother him since they aren't saying it directly to him. You know that the only reason he isn't bothered by others is because they don't dare say anything to him, so you don't ever tell him when people say things to you, and you end up having to bare with all of the negative things being said by yourself," he explained.

"...Are you stupid? I already told you I know it's because of all the idiots saying things against me being with Chaos," I said, giving him a look that said he was stupid.

"Yes, but the way you say it is that your solution would be everyone minding their own damn business. However, since that's not going to happen, what I'm saying is that you should share the stress with my brother," he said simply.

"Yeah. Great. Then we can both be stressed until we're sick. Fantastic idea, moron," I replied sarcastically. He sighed, rolling his eyes and holding up a finger in a just-listen-closer gesture.

"If you share the stress, there will be less stress on you and only limited stress on him, so neither of you will be sick. Also, he'll be able to comfort you and make you feel better, so the level of stress will be even lower, or there might even be no stress at all. The way to make a relationship work well is to share everything, both the good and the bad," he explained calmly.

"We have a good relationship," I said flatly.

"I know you do. I didn't say that was how to make a relationship good, I said that was how to make a relationship work well. For everything to work in harmony, there must be a balance of all things. You should know that, since that's why we all exist and live," he said, smiling softly at the end.

I frowned softly, looking away thoughtfully now. So I had to tell Chaos? Tell him everything? Allow him to suffer with me, on the off chance that that might keep us both from suffering anymore in the end? "...That's fucking stupid," I said, my frown deepening.

"What's stupid?" came the voice of Chaos. Order and I both looked quickly in the direction of the door, spotting him there.

"What are you doing home? You still have eighteen hours on duty!" I eclaimed in both surprise and panic.

"I promised to do thirty-six hours when you're in the clear if they'd let me come be with you while you're still sickly," he replied casually, "So, what's stupid?"

"Humanity sharing his pain with you," Order replied matter-of-factly before I could stop him. I could feel my brain jump up and dash off, leaving me with no way to figure out how to rationally deal with this. So, I irrationally smacked Order upside the head and shoved him out of bed.

"Damnit! Traitor! Get out of here!" I shouted, glaring furiously.

"Have fun bonding, kids," he sang out as he quickly retreated from the room. Chaos watched his brother leave before turning confused and bothered eyes upon me.

"....What pain was he talking about, Humanity?" he asked softly. Oh shit.

"Uuuuuh....I don't know," I said lightly, an innocently clueless look coming to my face as I shrugged. Again, not rational, let alone believable. I was just trying to stall some so I could figure out what I could say, nevermind where the Hell this was going to go in the end.

"...You don't have to tell me, if you really don't want me to," he said after a long pause. This was my chance to tell him, or my chance to tell him to forget it. Rationally, since I wanted to keep him protected, I would obviously choose to tell him it was nothing and that his brother was just being a freak. ...However, my brain—my ability to ration—had turned tail and ran at the first sign of conflict.

"It's not really pain. It's just stress. An assload of stress," I mumbled. He was sitting on the bed next to me in an instant, leaning on me just slightly as he nuzzled my neck.

"Stress from what, babe?" he asked softly.

"Mmm...just....the world," I said, speaking just as softly as him.

"What's the world doing to you?" he asked. I hesitated now, swallowing a lump and holding back tears. All at once, I wanted to cry so badly. I'd felt this want to cry when Fate had first suggested to me that my health problems might be caused by Chaos.

I turned to him all at once, ducking my head under his and crushing myself against him. "I love you too much for it to be a bad thing. I don't believe any of them. I won't ever blame you for anything. I know it's not your fault," I choked out past the now escaping tears.

"What? What? Humanity, what are you talking about?" he asked with confusion and worry. He wrapped his arms around me to at least try to comfort me, though he didn't know what he was trying to make me feel better about.

"Everyone...everyone always saying things about you. I can't stand it. I hate how they're always saying bad things even when you've done nothing to them. Just because of what you are... And no matter how much I argue with them, they always say I'm just being too humane. They say my humanity is blinding me to the problem. But I know the problem. They're the fucking problem," I whispered, my voice wavering and cracking a little.

"...Oh, Humanity," he said softly, going from holding me softly to hugging me tightly against him. He just held me closely for a moment before one hand moved to pull my head out from under his and tilt my face up. There was pain in his eyes that mirrored how I felt inside. "Why didn't you tell me you were getting so upset from what people were saying?" he asked.

"I didn't want to make you upset, especially when you're always making me happy," I whispered. He held my teary-eyed gaze for a moment before his lips suddenly crashed down upon mine. I gladly accepted and returning the kiss, plastering myself against him.

Could he feel it through my words? Could he feel it through my touch? Could he feel this stress? Could he feel this pain? He could feel it. I knew he could feel it. But could he handle it? Could he handle emotions so horribly powerful that they had overwhelmed me? I didn't know that, and I was afraid to find out.

He broke the kiss suddenly, his mouth wandering to my ear. "I have a secret. I have a secret, too. I get upset, too. Nobody says anything to me, but I know they say things to you. I thought it didn't bother you, so I tried to not let it bother me. But it does bother me, and it does upset me, and it does stress me," he whispered lowly.

"...I was hoping, though, that I could make you happy more than everyone else could make you upset. I was hoping that if I tried hard enough, it wouldn't matter what everyone else said. I was hoping that if I loved you enough, it wouldn't matter how much everyone hated me," he went on.

"...I guess hope wasn't enough, though. If being with me is so hard on you...maybe we should just—" he started to say more, but he cut off as a breathy sob escaped me.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence! I did not love you this long to stop just because everyone else hates you! If I was going to stop loving you, I never would have started in the first place!" I shouted, glaring at him furiously through my tears.

"..B-But...I don't want to be the cause of you being so upset..." he said weakly.

"I've got news for you! You're not exactly going to be making me goddamn happy if you leave me! If you don't want me to be so upset, the only option is to make me happier! And you can only do that by showing you love me more!" I said.

"How am I supposed to do that?" he asked, staring at me kind of stupidly.

"...Well, you can start by telling me you love me. Every single time you think it," I said.

"I think it every few seconds," he said without missing a beat.

"....Fine, every other time time you think it," I replied, pursing my lips as I sniffed.

"Okay. What else?" he asked, leaning on me again.

"....You can....start dealing with it when you think people are talking about you behind your back, instead of just ignoring it," I said after a moment of thought.

"Alright. Anything else?" he asked curiously.

"...You could maybe propose. I hear Fame and Infamy are tying the knot," I mumbled, trying to be subtle.

"Planning a wedding would be very stressful," Order said, poking his head into the room. I choked, turning beet red immediately.

"GET OUT!" Chaos roared, whirling around and moving to get off the bed and go kill his brother. Order slapped his hand over his mouth, his eyes going wide—he hadn't planned to stick in his two cents, apparently. He quickly withdrew and retreated when Chaos began storming across the room towards him. "Damn eavesdropper," he growled, turning back around and stalking back over to the bed quickly.

"Just what we needed. He's going to be all over telling people we're getting married whether or not it's true," I groaned. Chaos chuckled, sliding back across the bed and pushing me down under him now.

"I love you," he said softly, hovering over me.

"Yeah?" I asked, wondering why he'd said that for no reason.

"I love you," he repeated, leaning down and kissing me swiftly.

"And?" I asked.

"And it doesn't matter what he or anyone else says or thinks, as long as I love you and you love me back," he replied, smiling against my lips.

"...Yeah," I agreed softly.

"Humanity...?" he said questioningly after a pause for fuzzy feelings.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Did I mention I love you?" he asked, his smile spreading.

"Yeah. Did I mention I love you, too?" I asked, smiling in return.

"No need to. I already know that," he said happily, "Now, what were you saying about getting married?" he added, his smile suddenly turning sly. I blushed, looking away quickly.

"Nothing. You imagined it," I said quickly.

"Oh? good. Then I can say it was my idea, not yours. So, will you marry me?" he asked.

"Shouldn't you know that already, too?" I asked, arching an eyebrow as I slid him a look from the corner of my eyes.

"Yeah. I just want you to say it that way I can rub it in everyone's face at the reception," he said, grinning widely now. I laughed, smiling widely as I wrapped my arms around his neck and put my lips to his.

"Marrying you is the last thing I want to do," I said softly. He pulled back, shock taking his features. Before he could speak, though, I went on. "...Of course, you must take into consideration the fact that it's the only thing I've wanted to do since first kissing you," I murmured.

The shock quickly melted away into a smile now. "Heh. Cute, babe, real cute. Of course, you could've just said it was both the first and last thing you wanted to do," he said.

"I couldn't help it. I just wanted to make you stress a little," I admitted, chuckling softly. He rolled his eyes widely before focusing them on me as they grew intense.

"I love you," he whispered against my lips.

"I love you, too," I whispered back against his lips. And then we kissed. I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my living days with Chaos in my life. I knew that in the first moment we touched lips, and I knew it more and more every time we had kissed since; and pretty soon, I was going to make everyone else know it too, so they'd finally shut up with their nagging. Not that it mattered what they said anyways.