Entitled: Gray

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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters of the anime/manga created and owned by Katsura Hoshino. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warnings: Cursing, hinted Tyki/Debitto
Notes: Loosely inspired by Perfect Night by MisterKay

I. Blanket

Slowly, carefully, Debitto took apart his gun. Gold glinted in the light of the fireplace, reflecting in his gold irises. Piece by piece the weapon was cleaned, each nook and cranny freed from dirt or gunshot residue.

After double-checking that he had done the job, Debitto began to reassemble the gun. A sudden chill attacked his body, causing him to gasp. 'What the fuck?' Glancing up, he found Tyki looming over him, one hand holding a book, the other holding… 'He took my fucking blanket!'

"Oi. Give that back," Debitto grunted, cocking his gun's nozzle into place.

"It's the only blanket not in the wash, so no," Tyki replied with a shrug.

"So what; you gonna let me freeze?" Debitto asked in indignation. Tyki merely nodded. Debitto sputtered, "You-you ass!" Taking the safety off his gun, the teen pointed it at the other Noah, "Give me my blanket!"

Never one to (willingly) back down from a challenge/argument, least of all with Debitto, Tyki grinned and said, "No."

The words Blue Bomb were on the tip of his tongue, but without Jasdero (where the hell is that guy, anyway!) the attack wouldn't be real. Cursing, Debitto clumsily got up. His legs were stiff and heavy from lack of movement though, causing him to trip and fall on his face.

Tyki burst into laughter, roaring over the calming cackle of the flames. Seriously, no matter how annoying Debitto could be, it was moments like this that made having the teen around bearable for Tyki.

Coincidently, it was these moments that made Debitto hate Tyki more and made it unbearable for him to deal with the other. So, while the other was busy laughing his ass off, Debitto took his opening and snatched back the blanket. He then quickly dived back onto the couch and curled up under his newly retrieved blanket.

"Oi!" Tyki gasped, sitting up from rolling around on the ground. He was greeted by the blanket-cocoon Debitto made. With a snarl, Tyki grasped the thick cloth and pulled, hoping to dislodge his kin in the process.

"Uwaaaaah!"

"Shit!"

No such luck; Tyki only ended up with a lapful of blanket-wrapped-Debitto. Gold eyes, very much like his own—just brighter, more childish and full of life rather than insanity—glared up at him with frustration. "What the hell, you bastard!"

Tyki blinked, suddenly reminded of a hissing cat. 'I thought the only one of us like that was Lulu Bell…' And to think, he was normally so annoyed by her idiotic tendencies to act like a feline. He didn't seem to mind it now. 'Although, Debitto is Debitto; not Lulu Bell.'

"Are you done trying to molest my blanket?" Debitto asked harshly, gaining Tyki's attention.

The other Noah smirked, giving the teen a leer, "Who said it was the blanket I was interested in, hm?"

"One would think that since it was what you grabbed."

Tyki blinked before laughing. 'He doesn't get it! How cute!' Woah, wait, WHAT? Tyki blinked again, ignoring the glare Debitto was giving him. 'Did I just call Debitto cute? Holy Hell.'

"OI!" Debitto yelled, wiggling in Tyki's lap. He had wanted to stop the man from thieving his blanket, not be stuck in it and risk being theft too—although that was a new worry.

"Shut up and stop moving!" the other Noah grunted. He lifted the teen up and set him on the couch. Taking his book, he settled under the blanket with Debitto, ignoring the startled look he received in favor of the 22nd chapter of his Sci-fi novel.

"Uh, I can't move."

Tyki didn't look up, "So?"

"How do I—?"

"You don't."