ok, I'm continuing this story, I kinda forgot I even started it, well, I hope you like.

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"Creeeeeech." The shower shut off, the bathroom was now filled with steam. Millia grabbed a towel from the hangar and wrapped herself in it, stepping out from behind the curtain. Now that she had gotten all the grime from the fight days earlier off of her, she dried off and grabbed the bandages from the cabinet, wrapping all the cuts and scrapes up. After she'd finished dressing her old wounds, she reached for the clothes that were sitting on the chair, it was a small shirt and a pair of light blue jeans. It was almost a perfect fit, "probably from an old girlfriend or something." Millia said to herself . Then she thought, "Pshh, yeah right, haha." she laughed as she began to put them on.

She opened up the door, the steam escaping to everywhich way in the corridor. She look down the very spacious hallways, the heavy redwood floors, with elaborate chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. It was like being in an old baroque manor house or something, she though to herself. "Took you long enough." A voice trailed through the corridor, Millia quickly shot her gllance towards the voice, it was Venom. She looked at him, his hair was pulled out of his face, and he looked like he just woke up. "Weren't you the one who offered the use of your stuff to me?" Millia asked in a her usual monotone voice. Venom began to walk towards her, "Well I suppose I did, but I didn't expect you stay in there for an hour." he chuckled a bit.

What was this, what was he trying to do? Why was he being, of all things, 'nice', it was so entirely not him. She knew him as the cold, merciless murderer who was driven by his fanatacism and obsession. The man who stood before her was...normal. He was a completely normal person right now, she didn't think it possible, neigh, imaginable. Was this the real him? Is this who Venom truly is, free of his sickeningly unnatural devotion? She played along, cautiously optimistic. "Maybe you should've considered the fact that we both nearly killed eachother." She laughed a little, he laughed back. "Well, regardless, you look better now. Would you like anything to eat?" He asked. Millia blinked, "Um...sure." She said confusedly. He clapped his hands, and out of nowhere it seemed, a tall, thin man with a moustache wearing a tuxedo came and walked towards Millia. "What would the Mistress like?" He said with a thick English accent, Millia just looked at him and said, "Whatever you recommend" falling back into her monotone responses. He simply nodded and just as he had appeared, he was gone without a trace.

Venom walked up to Millia, moving his hair out of his face, he looked at her and asked, "Are you sure you're fine?" She stared at him, he was serious. That look he had, it was sheer concern, she was actually seeing him convey some kind of emotion. Millia finally came to realize, this wasn't some sort of elaborate facade that he was trying to put up, he actually cared for her. She looked up at him, blushing a little, "Umh...yeah, I'm fine." She said. "That's good, I wanted to say that..." He paudes for a moment, "That I'm sorry." He said calmly. "I'm sorry for everything I've done. You...you didn't deserve any of this." He was opening up to her, the first person he shared anything personal with other than Zato, the only other person in the world he felt comfortable saying anything real to. This was as strange for him as it was to Millia, he himself didn't even know why he was doing this, he didn't know why he suddenly trusted her, why he suddenly cared for her. Why, just hours ago, he nearly killed her out of jealousy.

She looked up at him, eyes wide in amazement, he looked down at her, completely in shock. It was as if the whole world had been blacked out, and they were the only two creatures in the void. There was silence between them for what seemed like an eternity before the servant crept into the room, it seemed like he just appeared out of the blackness. "Sire, Madam, your meal has been prepared." He said, bowing slightly. It wa sjust the jerk they needed to pull them back into reality, Venom turned to his servant and said, "Thank you, that will be all." The Butler bowed again and set off on his merry way, diappearing into the hallowed halls of the mansion. Venom look down at Millia gesturing with his hands towards the stairs, " Well, after you."

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