Author's Note:

Hello again! I hope you enjoy this one, and please do let me know what you think! I felt like I got a bit lazy when it came to the ending.

I just have one question for those of you reading and following this story. Are any of you female, or is just a story that particularly only a male audience would like? If someone would be kind enough please do let me know, I'm just a bit curious.

Please look forward to the next one!

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, or that is what it said in a book that I had read once before. Every person perceives the themselves and the world around them differently, even if two of them seem to have identical beliefs, desires, and dreams, eventually they will differ in some manner. This difference however sometimes has the innate ability to bring two individuals even closer, creating, or further strengthening an unbreakable, everlasting bond.

Upon the sole desk within the room, the candle that had been fiercely burning within its dish was reaching the final legs of its life, the flame that was once large and strong had fizzled down to a dim ember that struggled to illuminate the area around it anymore.

I lay on my back on the cottony white carpet that covers the cold, hard wooden floor underneath. My position wasn't a voluntary one where I could just simply get up, I was being forced down. The pink haired girl was sat on a part of my lower torso, pinning me down from top to bottom with the by using the combination of her hands grabbing my forearms and her sheer weight. With hers pressing onto mine I was able to clearly experience the pleasant, squishy nature of the female body; a sensation that left me wanting to touch more and more of it, although still not understanding why.

Next to us, nightwear that had been hastily removed lay scattered across the floor in an untidy heap.

The girl looked down at me while only wearing her simple, white undergarments where that with her current posture the top piece seemed as if it was beginning to fall off. Her face showed her usual heartwarming smile, however this time it was accompanied by a light blush coming from embarrassment.

"Do you...like my body, Darling?.." She quietly asked me while diverting her gaze from my own as to hide. Although I was being held down, I could feel that every one of her movements were sudden and filled with adrenaline, calling such a reaction nervousness would be an understatement.

"I uhh!.. I.." Whilst I was still dazed from the rapid change in situation and continuously distracted by the amount of bare, swaying, pale skin in front of me, I found it impossible to answer her correctly, and what followed was only silence.

She continued to wait for my response patiently while still refraining from making eye contact, only staring towards my chest.

I was unsure of how to reply. Within my mind I loved every single bit of her, from head to toe, however to express it in such a manner seemed strange to me. In what way could I explain such a sentiment?

The smile that was once formed on her lips over the time we spent in silence transformed into a melancholic frown that carried the immense weight of her disappointment.

"I-if you don't like it, that's fine...~" she spoke in an elated tone, but... "I don't like it very much either, so don't worry!...~" you could easily tell that underneath she was heartbroken. Her grasp on my arms weakened to the point where I could freely move them once again and the weight that was being placed upon my torso was relieved slightly.

"I wish I was able to give you something better..."

I hadn't meant for her to think that at all...

Catching a glimpse of her eyes I was able to see the faint glimmer of a liquid reflecting what was left of the warm light being radiated from the dying candle. Please don't...

At the sight of her sadness I suddenly felt the overflowing urge to act impulsively in tandem with my my natural desires as a boy, a side of myself that I had not seen before, the only solution that passed through my mind.

With one of my freed hands I lifted the hair that usually covered my forehead back, revealing the small, blue stubs hidden away, like the budding flowers on a cherry-blossom tree that we had seen earlier.

"ZEROTWO!" I yelled. The pink haired girl's body jumped, startled by my abrupt outburst, and now looking directly at me our eyes finally met "When I become the same as you, will you hate my body? Will you hate me for what I am?"

For a split second her mouth partially opened as if in surprise, but then it moved to speak almost immediately as if she didn't need to think about an answer.

"Of course not! I will love you and your body no matter what happens! Whether you turn into something like me, or you remain human, it doesn't matter to me as long as I can be with you forever!"

She too was raising her voice, however this time it was with a lump in her throat.

"My Darling is the only reason why I would ever want to go on... Without you I have nothing!.."Once again I could feel her body shaking, although this time it wasn't out of embarrassment but rather despair.

"If you would be fine with me being like that, then you should also like yourself!" I told her bluntly. There was no difference between the two of us except for the fact that I was a boy, and she was a girl. Now was the time...

"But m-..."

"I love all of your body ZeroTwo! I love everything from your red, beautiful horns that glisten in the sun, to your small, delicate feet that are always cold when they touch me. Everything about you!"

At saying this I felt that all of my self-restraint had gone out of the window.

The girl continued to look at me closely, unknowing of what to say next, however along with a deep red blush on her cheeks, the girl's pink, tender lips showed a minute grin.

I hastily eliminated any distance that existed between our mouths and bodies by forcibly embracing her in my arms, bringing them together like many occasions before, albeit this time it was only briefly as mid-kiss I had rolled the two of us over allowing me to take her position above. As I recoiled my head I saw a face of bliss gazing up towards mine.

If this is what it took...

"Da..."

Before she had finished speaking I had moved in again placing my lips on her right horn, and after that her cheek, then her neck... I kept on switching to a new spot every time.

"W-what are you- N-nyo, stop! Your breath tickles!..AHHAHA!...~"

She was giggling and laughing while powerlessly trying to get me to stop with her arms and legs, we probably looked like two animals playing around from another person's point of view, but I continued further and further down her body, attempting to cover any area that I could with kisses.

"AHH Darling!~ Wait not there, it's sensitive! Nooo!~" When it came to the areas behind her undergarments I skipped over them without mentioning it, however sometimes I unintentionally came very close to touching them.

The room felt that it continued to heat up the longer the amount of time we spent playing around, at one point I had removed the shirt portion of my sleepwear as it had become unbearable.

"Please no more! I can't handle anymore!~ I'm starting to feel strange!"

Countless minutes had passed, and I finally had stopped. We both lay next to each other, our bodies touching, covered in sweat, and out of breath. I was unsure of what really had just occurred, but it felt good. Looking at the girl I could see a face of pure ecstasy. When our eyes met again after some time, the pink haired girl whispered to me while panting.

"Darling...is a pervert...but I don't mind!~"

Right...

For the rest of the night we slept on the floor together having taken the pillow and blanket from the bed. She had agreed with me to reconsider her self-image after my rather extreme answer to her question.

The following morning I felt ashamed for what I had done and apologized while we were getting dressed.

"You'll just have to make it up to me somehow.~" she told me with a wide, mischievous grin. There was a feeling that lingered in the back of my mind telling me that I wouldn't like it.

The environment at breakfast was different than usual, both Mitsuru and Kokoro were still nowhere to be found since the night before, we believed that he was comforting her after her encounter with the Alpha. When I tried to speak to Ichigo about them she became flustered, and both Miku and Ikuno were blushing heavily when the pink haired girl spoke to them at the girls table.

Our future was far from being set in stone, we needed to be free, although the real question was how we could achieve that. I needed to make ZeroTwo's dream come true when the time was right.