Zero Two X Ichigo Novels & Stories

A home. “Sweet dreams and I love you, ichigo.” My eyes were already closed but I can't help but smile. Then, I felt the warmth of his sweet minty breath, I slowly felt his sweet soft lips gently touched mine and gave me a peck on my forehead right after.

A new game beginning. On his dormitory bed, Zero ran his fingers absently over the newspaper photo once more before tossing it aside. He didn’t know why his heart wouldn’t calm down. He didn’t know why the names— Lin Xuan. Gu Yichen. —echoed strangely in his mind. Fate stirred. And it was coming for him.

Xavier danced with me as he picked out little conversations which I keep zoning out barely able to keep myself awake. I felt an unfamiliar tingling piling up in my guts. Oh shit! “Lyra” I hear Sage call out my heart dropping at the way his tune sounded. Sage slips his hands through my waist drawing me to him possesively, like I was his price jewel he didn’t want to lose. His action made my back crash to his dominating figure, as his grip gutted tighter on my waist, urging me to bite on my lower lip. “Get to the car” he mumbled to my hearing while he sent glares at Xavier.

Mello’s drawing glowed, and the katana materialized before him, dropping into his grip. Together, they charged. Willz leapt, his scythe a blur of dark energy. Mello slid beneath the robot’s immobilized arms. Both shouted in unison, “IT’S OVER!” The scythe cleaved through the robot’s neck from the front. The katana severed its primary power conduit from behind. There was a shower of sparks, a final, dying whirr, and the X-02 robot split into two halves, crashing to the ground with a deafening CLANG.

I didn't get any rest that night. Tyra rested one blade over her lap, Kieran sat close to me, half-awake, half-alert, and Malek snuggled against the wall. However, I was unable to close my eyes. Not after what I had witnessed. Subject Zero wearing my face, though not me. She was not Echo. Echo was the ideal weapon; she was smooth and icy. Zero, however, was something different; Not made to follow orders, it wasn't even made to be copied.

My blood seems to hum with each revelation. The hybrid child—the one who would bear two marks, one of moonlight and one of shadow. I am the child of this prophecy. I bear the marks, even if I don’t fully understand their meaning yet. The crescent birthmark behind my left ear—that’s the mark of the Moon Goddess, but now, Bran reveals something even more startling. A faint glow has begun to form on my back, a mark of shadow, and it’s growing stronger each day.

When he sits up, panting with the effort of his shift, I gasp, and I’m not the only one. Iniko looks nothing like the small man he was in his first life. Now, he looks large and muscular, someone who could rival Ancalagon in size and strength. I watch as Iniko closes his eyes and takes a deep breath of air, then he looks right at me. “Mate!” I turn and look behind me, certain he’s looking at someone else. Everyone behind me is staring at me. Holy shit! Iniko just called me his mate.