So I read volume 3 and part of volume 4 the other day and I completely fangirled. I had a major fangasm during a part in volume 4 and this story kinda reflects it. This story is short and sweet and fluffy though I'm not sure if I want to do another chapter to it. I kinda do...we'll see where it goes. Until then, please enjoy ^_^

It had been a long and terrible day. People died on this day. Students, teachers, guests…people were dead. And there was nothing anyone could do about it. It wasn't supposed to be like this. The expo was supposed to go on as normal. It would have been Shiro's first time seeing it! He wanted to see his friends put on their presentations, especially Ikkyu's. He looked funny and Shiro wanted a good laugh. That didn't happen.

Instead people died…she died.

Joan of Arc.

She didn't wake up expecting to die that day. She woke up expecting to change her destiny! That was the cruel irony of it. She never did escape her destiny. She died the same way her original did. And now she was gone and Shiro would never see her or speak to her again.

He felt defeated as he sat and stared at the people putting a barricade around the cross where Joan was burned. He didn't even know what he was thinking. He just sat there, stunned and silent. He didn't even realize someone had sat down next to him. The person gently put an arm around him and pulled him into a light embrace.

He didn't even look at the person. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the cross. Yet, he somehow knew exactly who the person was.

"Freud," he said in a quiet voice.

He felt Freud's hand tighten on his arm. Shiro started talking. He didn't hear himself. He didn't know what he was saying. He didn't care. Freud was a good listener so Shiro just spoke and cried.

He didn't know how much time had passed since Freud joined him. Night had fallen and he felt Freud stand up, taking Shiro with him. Shiro had all but forgotten about Pandora. The girl woke up when she felt Shiro move. Freud held her hand and led her along with the zombie-like Shiro. He brought them to Shiro's room and gently set him on the bed.

"If you need anything, you know where to find me," Freud said before leaving with Pandora.

It took Shiro a moment to realize he was even in his own room. He spread out on the bed, Joan's face flashing in his mind. She wanted to live. She wanted to live so badly. He didn't understand why it had to be her to die. Out of everyone at that school why did she have to be one of the ones to die?

He wiped away his tears. He sat for a bit longer, trying to will his body to sleep. It didn't work. He gathered his thoughts and he remembered what Freud had said to him before he left. Freud wouldn't naturally be his first person to go to when he wanted a friend, but he was the only one right now. He got up and left, at first heading for Freud's room. When he was halfway there he decided to turn around and head for the pool room instead. He didn't know why, he just went where his legs took him.

He stepped inside the pool room and immediately noticed Freud lying on one of the couches. The clone looked over and sat up.

"I couldn't sleep." Shiro said walking in and shutting the door behind him.

"I'm not surprised."

Shiro sat down next to Freud. He blinked a few times and cleared his mind so he could take in his surroundings. He looked at one of the other couches and noticed Pandora fast asleep. Then he saw that Freud was dressed in pajamas and that they were sitting on a large quilt.

"You're going to sleep in here?" Shiro asked.

Freud nodded. "I certainly couldn't sleep in my own room with the little girl."

"Oh," Shiro said. He was right. Perhaps when he saw them he could talk to one of the girls about keeping Pandora at night.

The two men were silent, though Shiro wanted to scream. He wanted to grab Freud around his waist and sob into his chest. He may have been dead to the world when Freud first came to him, but he had recognized the contact of another being and he craved it again. However, he was not in a state of mind to realize that Freud knew he wanted to be touched.

Freud looked him up and down. It didn't take a psychoanalyst to see that Shiro really needed another person. He pushed down the flutters in his stomach and his heart as he reached over and pulled Shiro into another embrace. This one was different from the first one. Freud could tell that Shiro was over the shock of Joan dying and now moved onto the mourning process. The boy grabbed roughly onto Freud's shirt and hid his face in it. He feebly attempted to hide his tears. Once again, Freud said nothing. He just listened to the sounds of Shiro's sobs.

It was instinct for someone to try to comfort a friend. It was in every person's nature to want to help out a friend. Freud knew the ins and the outs of the human mind and psyche and he knew that the feeling he had within himself was just because he wanted to help Shiro. He tried his best to use his reasoning skills to convince himself that his libido was going wild simply because of his extreme desire to help his friend. That was it. Nothing more than that.

So he relied on that sound reasoning as he lightly kissed Shiro on the top of his head. He knew Shiro felt it from the way he tensed up, but he quickly relaxed again. Freud dared to do it again when he noticed Shiro's crying had calmed down. He kissed his head two more times until Shiro's crying had dwindled down to hiccups and sniffs. He didn't know what to do next. He really wasn't the type to make people feel better after a horrible tragedy. He did the only thing that seemed to make sense. He got ready for bed.

He adjusted himself so Shiro could hold onto him and rest his head on his chest. He pulled the blanket over the two of them and reached to turn off the lamp, though the moon shined through and illuminated the room. He didn't expect to sleep easy and he didn't expect Shiro to sleep either, yet he still closed his eyes and waited to see if sleep would take him over. He took a few deep breaths to relax himself when he felt something wet against the side of his face. He turned his head to see Shiro staring at him. As they looked at each other Shiro once again kissed the side of his face.

"Thank you," he whispered. "For everything."

He rested his head back on Freud's chest and held him tightly. Freud just lay there. None of his years of research and analysis could have prepared him for actually experiencing a true sexual desire for one person and…love? He decided to wait until the morning to try to decipher it all. He just held tightly to Shiro and gently rubbed his hair. Surprisingly, the boy fell asleep, probably just out of exhaustion from thinking too much and seeing too much. It wasn't long until Freud followed his lead and fell asleep, his last thoughts on how he wanted to truly kiss Shiro.


The doors to the pool room opened and Ikkyu, Elizabeth, and Nightingale stepped in. Shiro and Freud hadn't been in their rooms or the infirmary so the next best place to check was their hang out. The three friends stopped abruptly as they saw Shiro cuddled in the arms of Freud, both of the fast asleep.

"That's…unexpected," Ikkyu said.

Nightingale nodded, a slight smile forming on her face. "I guess they were both just tired from last night. We all are. Let's let them rest."

"Sure," Ikkyu said, leading the ladies out of the room and shutting the door. "But I'm telling Napoleon. And when things get back to normal I will not let them live this down."

So I've reread this several times and there's just not enough...stuff in here for me haha. It's missing a lot so I need to fix that. It's cute and all but I have a feeling there will be a chapter 2. Doubt it will go past 2 but I think there will be one ^_^ In order for me to really like this story I'll need to add more. Do you think so? ^_^ Anyway, if you read it, please review it and I will see you next time! For the clones!