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New Year’s.

Truly a beautiful time when people come together, giving joy to each other. Share such a bright moment in the hope of repetition, but already next year. Prepare different dishes, trying to please everyone at the festive table. In anticipation of the guests bite their lips from nerves, and then with extraordinary ease invited into the house. Share sincere smiles, exchanging wishes for the best. Having fun, giving themselves to the holiday and with warmth in the soul enjoy the time spent together. And before that, just for days on end, thoughtful gifts were chosen to reflect the care and importance of people who want to give them. Sometimes it works well, sometimes not so well.

In Jabber’s case, he thought it was perfect with a gift for his favorite cleaner.

Although before that did not think about what can spend the holiday with Zanka. Usually, they and the raiders would get together, at least those who wanted to, to have a little celebration. Brought snacks, drinks, small entertainments. Further in a calm atmosphere discussed plans and questions. No one was much worried, even gifts were only occasionally to thank, show a glimpse of care, mocking most often. The last option was for Jabber, often giving something with a twist. 

Be scissors for Norde, hinting that it’s time to update the haircut. Surprising that the girl just tried to poke his eyes out with them. Although the pink ribbons in some years she also did not appreciate it. Momoa did not really react, only to throw away his gift, in the form of a player for playing songs. Cthoni seemed to particularly hate the time when she received something from him. Perhaps it was because of a light bulb that directly interfered with her ability. The lamp did not suit her either. Although for some reason she liked the centipede very much. The others did not risk opening his presents, so as not to spoil their mood. It’s a bit insulting, because he was really wondering what could have made they angry! Even the Boss didn’t show any interest when he attended the party. Throwing an impartial look, he turned away every time from the raider, leaving without even saying a word. 

No one really held him during the celebration. It was easy to get away for his business. So he had a great desire to meet the New Year with Mr. Bad Attitude. It would certainly be very fun, even if it turned out to beat him. It sounded very romantic, that when it hits exactly twelve, he and Zanka will beat all the stuff out of each other. Will spend the first hours of the new year exchanging views, trying to understand what is on their minds. The plan was fantastic.

But his cleaner had a very different idea about it...

"I’m busy." The guy threw a nonchalant look at her, holding out his Vital Instrument, ostensibly preparing to confront them. It’s amazing how each interaction has brought something really exciting. The breast trembled at each glance of those blue eyes, forcing to set aside all human needs, giving itself completely to the moment. The breath became increasingly desperate, as if there were only a few seconds of oxygen left and he needed to grab it to stay conscious. Zanka caused his brain to hypoxia without even touching Jabber.

"Oh? New Year’s Eve? Zan-Zan, we even celebrate this holiday! Are you going to work?" The frustrated tone following the activation of Mankira made the cleaner snort and similar to Jabber activating the Lovely Assistaff. The strain in the genius’s muscles was almost imperceptible, but the attention of the cleaner was focused on it. Without this, Zanka simply could not survive any fight against garbage monsters. And about raider and nothing to say. One scattered movement could have cost too much that he was not ready to give. 

"Don’t say anything stupid." Even if Zanka wanted to, he wouldn’t be allowed to work. Before, he tried to prove that there was nothing wrong with it and he didn’t mind missing the party. He didn’t really like the New Year, because it was always in the family. Mostly formal, quiet, where there is no room for cosiness and candor. Don’t show how weak and emotional you can be. Picking up every word not to talk too much, and better just sit quietly, waiting for you something will ask. Therefore, Zanka did not have much enthusiasm or anticipation for the celebration.

"Don’t say anything stupid." Even if Zanka wanted to, he wouldn’t be allowed to work. Before, he tried to prove that there was nothing wrong with it and he didn’t mind missing the party. He didn’t really like the New Year, because it always happened in the family. Mostly formal, quiet, where there is no room for cosiness and candor. Don’t show how weak and emotional you can be. Picking up every word not to talk too much, and better just sit quietly, waiting for you something will ask. Therefore, Zanka did not have much enthusiasm or anticipation for the celebration.

And then, the first celebration with the cleaners. It certainly changed the outlook on New Year’s and now he doesn’t try to miss any party at headquarters. "I’ll celebrate with the other Cleaners. And why would I want to celebrate with you? We’re enemies, Jabber. So I’ll break your legs myself if you fuck around."

"I hope you start with the left, as a sign of our fight inside the garbage beast. Because it amuses me how you think it’s not an incentive for me!" With every word, Zanka’s gaze became more and more violent and cold, which gave me the creeps on my skin. The body became more tense, giving the impression that another word of raider had hurt. A smirk floated across the face, enjoying how firmly Zanka’s jaws were clenched. Wonder how much the guy could bite? And all because of the fact that Jabber can be present during the celebration. 

It was a pleasant thrill in the muscles and tingled, but something deep inside, in places where no one would ever dare to get in, arose annoyance. Jabber himself had no idea why, usually he was delighted to spoil the mood of another. This time should not be an exception, but something, some anchor inside, was slowly stopping him. Unwittingly the fingers tried to clench, but immediately Mankira recalled herself. "Okay, okay, we’re going to have a party anyway, so I don’t think you’ll be able to come to your probably boring party... At least until the first of the month"

The cleaner’s shoulders lowered slightly, showing a brief relief before remembering who was in front of him. As if by command, he strained again. The eyes still looked cold, but the face now expressed something that was not quite clear to raider. "To expect anything more from you was not worth it. But... thank you for that, at least, Jabber."

"... Haha. Pay me back with a good fight Zan-Zan" 

Technically, Jabber wasn’t lying. He certainly wasn’t going to come, though his mind was throwing ideas at him as if to surprise Zanka with his appearance. Not just to get the cleaner angry or feel his life on the line. Maybe he really wanted to spend New Year’s with Zanka. Not only as rivals, enemies. Something more peaceful and earthy, as a cleaner would say, like ordinary people. 

And the realization of this specifically put him into a stupor for a few minutes. One of his hands shook and he dropped the vial with some chemical, which caused a chemical reaction with other chemicals and «Boom!». Now all his work has gone to shit. And it’s all because of Zanka. 

The eyebrows frown unaccustomed. Not even from anger, but from misunderstanding. It is so strange. Although he is as if all over the head rejected. But it occupied too much of Jabber’s mind. The idea of celebrating with Zanka seemed so magical and exciting. He used to care a little about that, and now everything inside of him is trembling with the idea. However, this does not mean that the genius will throw everything for it. There was always something crazy going on in his head, and you shouldn’t give it so much importance. He’s going to let him go sooner or later, just like the drug effect. 

Although how long he thought about it showed how complicated life is. When you want to forget something, it occupies your head more and more, and vice versa, in an attempt to remember, nothing comes out. A cruel thing. It’s just not fair! He needs to do something about it, because now he is genuinely curious. What can these pesky thoughts carry in his head? What is Jabber willing to do to remind him of himself? Isn’t it nice to have a little more time with that cleaner? 

But it would be too easy to spoil the holiday. Even expected, because raider understood that Zanka clearly did not fully believe him. So you need something more subtle. Less noticeable, but something that will help to get the other one slightly upset. Although better not slightly. Oh, and he still has to think about what gifts to give the other raiders. Should I give this year some kind of insect to Cthoni? Wonder what she would like more, mantis or stick? 

...Oh. Gift, exactly... Why not make one for his any Zan-Zan? The eyes a moment opened from a simple but at the same time wonderful thought. Yes, that’s what he needs for his beloved Zanka.

"Heh-heh, he’s probably not expecting that, it’ll be fun to look at his face after!" The chuckle was all over his room, until he fell on the bed, keep laughing already in the pillow. Anyone who saw this picture could tell that he was planning a truly terrible thing. His laughter did not stop, causing discomfort in the stomach. They wouldn’t be completely wrong, but Jabber was full of anticipation. 

Imagine how everything inside of Zanka will be overturned by his gift, what horror can appear in his eyes, as he will surely simply crush Jabber’s body in retaliation! Yes, what it takes for a masochist like him and for a sadist like Zanka. Glanced at the chemicals on the table, and then something in his head clicked. 

"Zan-Zan, I’m so glad you turned me down!"

He may have been a little offended earlier. Perhaps he would like to feel some of that happiness in the New Year. But now you can take advantage of the opportunity that appeared to him. Gradually it became dark, which was good. After all, darkness is where it belongs. The easiest thing to do is hide yourself or hide something. So without delay, gathering on a fast hand, the genius flew out of his room, anticipating the hours he would spend in search of a good poison for his beloved Zanka.

Luckily, Cthoni was in her room. This means that she can get to where she needs to be very quickly. All that remains is to somehow convince her to help. Although, why not just ask her what she wanted for the New Year? Too simple, but he really has no time and genius was ready to make concessions. Surprising even for myself.

"Ctho-o-o-n-i..."

"Month."

"Ah?"

"You haven’t said a word about this cleaner for a month. Over the last few days, you’ve been telling me all about him."

"I didn’t even say what I wanted"

"Conditions do not change."

 "Ha-a-a, okeeeey, fineeee. I’ll be quiet as a fish"

"Great." Behind the girl’s back opened a portal and she pointed to go there with her hand.

"Huh, how do you know where I’m going?"

"Your chatter. It wasn’t hard to guess."

Only with a short laugh did he jump into the hatch, shouting thanks for the last time. After a moment, he was in an alley somewhere, almost crashing into the wall. Cthoni obviously did it on purpose, maybe in retaliation, maybe just to make a statement. It amused a little vanda, before remembering why he is here in the first place. Quietly, almost imperceptibly, he jumped out of the alley and got lost in the crowd. 

The bright light struck sharply in the eyes, because of which it was necessary to cover them. Well, of course it is still not as bright as the day. Almost all the places were decorated with a lush garland, which shone from various garlands that invaded in the New Year period of the street. Usually during the day life was boiling, people were in a hurry for their business, but it was on the eve of the holidays that the darkness became more alive.

Night life was really attractive, especially for someone who should not appear in the light of day. It’s easier to hide who you are, what drives you, what you need. Hide what’s inside of you. Even if the lights and the streets light up, it’s not the same as the day. The alleys become especially dangerous and worrisome, which stirred Jabber’s imagination and desire. But today he passed quietly by people who were tired, a little drunk, but ready for a fun night. He usually hid there, watching the crowd as if they were prey. 

Was it strange that lately every blue color caught his attention for a second? Sure, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t good enough. Because seeing an extra time Zanka is always nice, a little worried and his hands are just itching from the apparent attraction to this guy. So I just wanted to give myself to him, escape from the world with him and be at least a minute in the world of Zanka. It is not so difficult to leave everyone, but make another go with him seems simply impossible. 

But Jabber always wanted the impossible, ran to it in hopes of getting rid of the accumulated despondency. It doesn’t matter how much it cripples him, because that will only increase the interest. Bruises, scars, abrasions, scrapes, fractures, contusions, whatever it was worth, he enjoyed it immensely. Raider has long understood that Zanka is worth it. He just needs time to reveal himself, his soul and possibly his chest. It will be interesting to look at the ribs, how much they were damaged by the fight. Oh, oh, if you poison him before that, you can see exactly how the poison worked on the body. 

Speaking of poison, more precisely about the gift idea for the cleaner. Of course, he could take something from your stock, but for the beloved Zanka need something new, special. Maybe if he can find the batrachotoxin, he’ll be able to mix it with lidocaine or tetracaine so the guy doesn’t die right away. It would be sad if he died so quickly, without even letting Jabber enjoy the gradual peeling of his skin like an orange. Therefore, it is worth paying attention to what can bring him today the market of not the most legitimate goods. In the head so many ideas that may fit. What can cause hallucinations, suffocation, or paralysis? God, who know. The poisons of his passion, he needs to show with them how a genius desires Zanka. 

Blue.  

Something as blue as the eyes of Zanka got into Jabber’s peripheral vision. Instantly turned, one thing attracts attention. So simple, but at the same time so exciting. No danger at first sight, but then it becomes clear that you are looking at something special. That’s not to be underestimated, because it makes more sense than you might think. Blinking several times in amazement, raider immediately looks away. Of course this is a good thing, but it’s not something he would like to give to Zanka. This is so little joy, if the cleaner knows what awaits him. It is better to continue searching. Although moving from place just does not work. His gaze is bound to it, and with it his mind. 

Hours seem to pass, not a few seconds, before his hand jerked and reached for the counter. He wants to look at it, make sure it’s worth it. He picks it up gently, carefully, so as not to spoil it with his fingers. The eyelids narrow, looking carefully and inside there is a feeling of satisfaction. It’s not quite his style. The gift is not to laugh, but to be true.

"To please Zanka..."

It sounded very strange, the genius had never felt such a squeeze in the chest, because of which all over the skin creeps. My heart was pounding because of the unintelligible feelings, which were extremely out of the familiar picture of Jabber. Something completely new, which undoubtedly so far pleased the raider. If something goes wrong, you can always eradicate disturbing things, right? Of course, it would be better if this did not happen to Zanka, otherwise he is sure for a long time the guy will dream, wishing to break his spine. Not that it sounds bad, rather attractive, but the ghosts of the past are nothing for him! 

Zanka would seem to be so annoying, although the genius admits that he is guilty of it. Too much he has become obsessed with this cleaner. Just like the guy on it. He felt and understood that it was no longer just a desire to die to each other. Well, not for a long time. Otherwise he would not stand like a fool, looking at a thing that is perfect for a gift, but not in the manner of Jabber. Zanka sprouted on his skin like a mold while he wandered, trying to see what was hiding in this guy’s skull. 

They’re connected now, aren’t they? A sadist and a masochist, the perfect combination, you can’t think of one better! Yes. Zanka was definitely worth that gift. Turning to the salesman, apparently his extremely pleased expression spoke for itself, because the nice woman started her chirping.

"You hold it with such tenderness, surely a thing for an important person."

"He-he, you’re right about something"

"Oh, maybe for the beloved? This is often acquired for those who are sincerely loved!"

"Beloved?..." He paused for a moment, with his eyes rather closed. Clenching the gift to his chest, he clearly heard the loud beating of his heart. When he gave the money, he chuckled and looked at the woman with joy. "That’s what you call it! I hope my «lover» will like, and you know, she has a bit of character"

"Ohhho, I’m sure you’ll like it! Even the worst character is softened by love."

"Haha... Well, thank you!"

Walking down the street, the genius did not stop looking at the object in his hands, unwittingly stroking it with his thumb. He was impatient to pass it on to Zanka. The very thought of the boy made a tender smile appear on his face. The body seemed to be fluttering, he was extremely satisfied with his choice, not sparing a second. He is mad because he decided to make such a gift for his enemy? Surely yes, but in principle with the head he was never okay. Especially next to his favorite cleaner, who pulled out all the levers holding a raider. So long ago there was no worthy opponent that it seems the bones began to hum in protest. 

And then there is Zanka. Shakes the earth and breaks through all the barriers with impossible labor, giving a challenge. Can Jabber stand still? No one says a word about it, a tacit agreement that was taken with hope for genius and pride for Zanka. 

"... What are you doing to me, Zanka Nijiku..."

The cleaner certainly does not realize how much he has fallen in love with raider. It is for the best, so many problems will not be good for enemies. And now, this little gesture is probably going to mess up their relationship even more. But the risk grabs and desire that languishes in the chest, incites to recklessness. Unfortunately, probably only a genius and feels something about the guy. The other will certainly gladly rid the world of its existence. Nothing, love or hate, Jabber will accept everything from Zanka. 

He may be a little fixated, but who will judge him? If someone tries, he will gladly show it to Mankira. Still, he never liked being limited by anything, especially when it comes to emotions. Zanka can build as many walls as she wants, but sooner or later Jabber will break through. He’s not used to giving up, too much euphoria about getting what he wants. Oh, the genius knows how to be patient, so let’s not let Zanka think that she will run away without showing all of herself. 

In the meantime, should still look at new toxins to please favorite cleaner with his care.

Waking up at two o'clock in the morning because of the smell of burning and the terrible sounds coming out of the kitchen was the last wish in Cthoni life. The body was so watery, drowning in wanting to stay in bed and go back to sleep. And even though the head was completely in agreement, the good part of it was muted, and told me that I should check what had happened. Slowly opening one eye, the girl could not close it again. At some point, almost unplugged again, a loud squeaking sound finally woke her up, causing her to crash. 

At first you could think what was shown, but then everything happened again. Out of the throat there was a grumbling groan, trying to get up from the bed, she unwittingly hit her head against the wall, because of which the wave of irritation and anger completely covered the girl. In her mind, Cthoni had already dreamt of putting a trap door right in the face of the person who ruined her dream. To let such people live is a crime against society, even if she herself is a criminal. 

Approaching the source of the smell, the raider noticed that the incoherent sounds earlier became more like speech. Was unclear, but it was clearly a human. It had better been enemy because killing other raiders was frowned upon. Surprising that no one seems to have woken up except her, although perhaps everyone else has chosen to ignore it. And she would have liked to, but somewhere in the background of consciousness, there was an understanding of the need to check what had happened. Because it felt like she knew someone who could fucking do shit at two o'clock in the morning. 

There was a growing conviction inside of her when she heard the voice and it seems that her eye is starting to move unwittingly. When I entered the room, of course there was a masochist who looked sloppier than usual. All in flour? It seems so, although perhaps it is again his powders. Although the most surprising thing was that near him there was apparently a source of burning. 

Cookie.

Maybe she didn’t wake up. It’s just an absurd picture. The truth is more like a dream.

 "I hope I’m just dreaming about it. Because, at two o'clock in the morning, Jabber. What the fuck are you doing-"

A sudden attempt to put something in her mouth, interrupted the girl without letting me talk. Drowsiness like a hand removed, causing the adrenaline to appear because of which with special force she was kicked in the stomach. The taste of this cookie was just disgusting. Too salty, very burnt, she could tell there were notes of orange. Mechanically, she tried to swallow what was in her mouth, realizing a second later that it was a big mistake. Jabber’s cheerful giggling did not bode well, especially when something was unclear in the body. Cthoni had already tried to throw it all away, but his mind began to blur, his eyes were closing treacherously on their own, everything was becoming slightly blurry. The knees began to gradually weaken, stand on their feet became difficult and simply impossible. 

"You... bitch... "

She really tried to stay sane until the end, but the body simply stopped obeying, and thoughts could not remain in the head for even a moment. Really, she’d better just stay in bed and ignore it all. Therefore, at the very least, she would not lose clarity of mind and coordination, almost falling to the floor. Fortunately, she landed in someone’s arms and to be honest, the desire to fall asleep right here seemed so reasonable. So for a few more moments in trying to connect two words and here, Cthoni is already losing consciousness. In the background, Jabber seems to be saying something, but he can’t make out the second voice at all. And he just doesn’t have the strength. Hell, she’ll deal with that masochist later. Probably steal it from any cleaner to get his nerves...

Yes... 

...She...

Will... Make…

It…

"What was in the cookie that Cthoni missed?" With a gentle movement, trying to be as soft as possible, Bundus put women on the next chair. Continuing to hold her by the shoulders to make sure she didn’t fall, man looked at Jabber in bewilderment. Raider seemed more nervous than usual. The tension in the body was so clear and a small glimmer of disappointment appeared in the eyes when he stared at his cookie. Interesting...

"Mm, honestly no idea. Maybe at some point I accidentally added some powders to the dough. Anyway, who knew it would have this effect, ha-ha?" Although Jabber’s voice sounded as carefree as ever, Bundus noticed almost imperceptible changes. As the shoulders of this boy, usually in a relaxed state, bare, as his eyes nervously focused on the cookies. It’s amazing that he even decided to bake something, given how much he didn’t like worrying about food. And here, he really started baking. "Of course, I did not expect that cookies will be more difficult than chemistry. Although I don’t eat it, so it’s okay if it has a special effect on the body, right Bundus?"

"Indeed, if you try to kill someone with it. Is a person so unpleasant that at two o'clock in the morning you decide to do this to him?" Jabber’s eyes writhed toward the man, dangerously contorted. There was a very happy smile on his face from the remark, his finger twitching slightly, as if in a nervous tic.

"... Unpleasant? Oh, no, no. Not at all. I'm attracted to him... Sincerely. His determination to win, even with zero chances, is amusing. He’s interesting." 

"Because of the mere interest is all this? Oh, youth is such an exciting time." A good-hearted smile blossomed on the man’s face every time he began to talk about his turbulent past. Although he would like to tell an amusing story, by Jabber’s upset sigh, he understood that it was not interesting at all. This kid was so cocky sometimes, but adults should be wiser, right? So, making sure that Cthoni did not fall from the chair without support, the man quietly decided to lend a helping hand, even if he had only one worker. Coming closer, he expected a typical jerk on the boy’s side. But surprisingly, the man’s shoulders seem to have relaxed a little, making it clear that Jabber is okay with him being here.

"You know, I thought it would be too much for him..." The genius turns his gaze from Bundus to a burnt biscuit and something inside smells like it. It was also not delicious, because too much salt is added that the sugar was not to decompose. It also poisoned mind, because the drugs got there, even if not deliberately, unintentionally. This also pulled out at the wrong time, which caused everything to burn up without leaving one normal area. Ordinary people simply couldn’t digest it properly, stay in their minds, don’t throw away after eating. Cthoni was able to swallow by force, but she clearly does not fully cope with the consequences, unable to think now. He knew the cookie wasn’t edible at all, but deep inside there was a tiny hope that Zanka would eat it. Grumbling like an old man, writhing his face in disgust, but stubbornly continuing to eat without stopping. Perhaps even if first Zanka will be against it. "... But it’s not enough. I want to do more. Make take more."

"So what are we going to do with cookies?"

"Oh, with oranges! Fortunately they still remain."

A few hours before the New Year is always slightly exciting. 

Although most of the staff looked as calm as Zanka himself, some were very encouraged by the training. Especially pleased Rudo and Guita, for the guy it will be the first celebration with friends and Guita intends to show all the beauty of the celebration. The way these two are trying to hide the jewelry that they made themselves amused Enjin, judging by his attempts not to laugh. 

Gris, Follo and Tomme shuffled the decorations, trying to fit as organically as possible into the tree. Delmon’s shoulders are clearly tired of moving the tree so often, because each time August seemed to not fit. Many cleaners were unfortunately on missions, but according to Semyu, most should make it to headquarters. Riyo and Amo volunteered to help bring the food, so they kept running over there. 

The table was gradually filled with all kinds of salads, snacks that you can only see on the holiday. Everyone collectively agreed that the sweets will be the last ones on display. Just in case. Slowly, the gifts began to appear under the tree finally placed in one place, which prompted Zanka to think that it was time to get them out of her room. He chose each one carefully, thinking that it might be useful for his companions, from which they would surely be pleased. Several days of thought, then several hours of packing, so that it is perfect, smooth, without unnecessary folds. The cleaner did not waste a single minute spent on this case, if it means to see a smile on the faces of others. 

Entering his room, he begins to fetch gifts from the strangest places, unwittingly smiling that no one has found them. The guy would not have hidden them so carefully, if it was not for Riyo’s attempts last year to «accidentally» discover his gift. 

Gaze unwittingly stops at undescribed postcards for all. At first it was the idea to put them in gifts, but eventually at the time of writing the cleaner rejected this idea. However, he paid attention not so much to the cards as to the lying next to the box for decorations and packaging cookies. His eyes widened instantly, and the eyebrows flew up. One of the gifts almost fell out of his hands from the shock, and Zanka himself ate as he held on the chair. 

Did any of his friends decide to prepare such a surprise for him? Perhaps, Rudo? Although hardly, the boy was all day in front of Zanka, he could not get into his room. Riyo also no. Amo wouldn’t give him anything, at least they’re not that close. 

"Maybe, it's Enjin?"

His face was immediately softened by the thought. He carefully lowered himself from the chair and put the gift aside, taking the box in his hand with all caution. Of course he was grateful to anyone who decided to make him happy, so it didn’t matter much who this secret Santa was. However, if it was really Enjin, he could have put the card in his gift to give at least a little something in return. It wouldn’t have been enough anyway, but he didn’t want to look ungrateful. Someone tried for him, and that’s a lot. So, with a good mood and a smile on their face, the fingers slowly lift up the lid of the boxes. Although the cleaner tried the cookies before, it is still not polite not to appreciate the effort of a man. 

And there, before his eyes appeared a beautiful pendant with a bottle of perfume in the form of a heart. There was already some blue liquid inside, probably some perfume. The breath stopped for a second, until the body boldly moves. When he came to, without wasting time, he quickly took the pendant and put it on. Such a beautiful thing for him, and he could not even say exactly who gave it to him. He would have thanked the man who thought of it. Though perhaps he will, because under the box is a letter. God, this mysterious giver even wrote a letter to him, to Zanka! His face was slightly clouded, and he felt madly pleased with the attention. 

"Well, what have we got here..."

Dear Zan-Zan! :)

Happy New Year!

As you may have noticed, I fulfilled your request, although I very much wanted to appear today to congratulate you personally, but I just could not leave you without a gift. It is still customary to give things to close people. QwQ

As you may have noticed if you opened my gift, and I hope that you did it, because then this line sounds very silly. In short, what’s inside the heart, as you might have guessed, is poison.

But what exactly you should not know, then it will not be interesting at all, right? But I promise that he will not kill you, at least if you are not in a near-death state... 

Have a good celebration! ^v^

P.S. And by the way, I may have hidden one of the gifts in your room, sorryyyy T~T

P.P.S. Don’t worry about the cookies, I bought it, it turns out so hard to bake it yourself, can you imagine? It’s orange by the way, I hope you like this taste :P

To make a sound now at least seemed impossible for Zanka. He felt gradually, with each new line as his throat begins to grind. At first he wrote it down as discomfort, because when you receive such a message from your enemy you will not be comfortable. But almost at the end, he could clearly feel his tongue tingling as if he had just eaten needles. The realization immediately burst out of him at the end, after the last line. The throat clearly began to swell, which caused the breath to become convoluted and he started chirping. What is worse, the head began to spin. 

Bad. 

And even though he was conscious, it could not have been long. And if he falls here, it is not clear if someone can help him. Some noise started in the ears, Zanka too much began to hear his insides, and especially heartbeat. It’s too loud, he needs to hear his thoughts while he can. But everything is echoed, making him not able to think. The eyes began to drip, by themselves, probably this protective reaction to the skin irritation that started itching. 

Fucking cookies.

"Fuching olranges.."

Great, he’s starting to mess up his speech. He needs to get at least someone while he can, before the weakness has penetrated his body, before he suffocates. Before he died such a stupid death. He couldn’t be so pathetic as to lie dead here because of an allergy to some citrus fruit. If no one is near his end. If he does not gather his strength, his end. If he does not stop panicking his end and Zanka will never forgive himself. Just a couple of steps, while he still has a chance, while he’s grasping for life, while he’s fighting fucking oranges, he can win this battle with the body. The clothes are unusually strong now, even if it is lighter than usual, it seems that it is strangling him. And not his throat swells, cutting off the oxygen supply. How pitiful.

But luckily, he managed to get out into the corridor. God, he prayed to all the gods, if only someone would come. Otherwise the shame that he died right in the corridor will eat him up for good. Leaning against the wall, he began slowly, trying to calm down, because it is the last thing he needs to worry about, moving along the corridor. Everything was a bit choppy, probably due to lack of air, perhaps due to allergies, but so far there was no one, which greatly increased the fear of Zanka not having time. It was stupid to eat a cookie that you don’t understand. It’s stupid to think someone would give him such a gift. It was the greatest folly for Zanka to think that Jabber would not try to ruin his holiday, because this bastard is drinking in the misery of the cleaner. Nor would he sit quietly when he has the opportunity to mock him. 

Fuck, if he survives, he will definitely give a special gift to the raider . One that will surely be remembered by this masochist. 

But every step killed the hope that someone will be in the rooms at this time. Everything is prepared and bustle, trying for the perfect holiday. Maybe he should die right here. Nobody worries, nobody gets in the way of having fun. Let them be more excited by the coming celebration than by the state of Zanka. They should not interrupt everything for such a stupid person who could not come up with the simplest safety measures. Pity. He is pathetic, stupid. Losing to Jabber without even fighting him, just because he has this fucking allergy. And that bastard probably didn’t even know about it! It freaks out how weak he is. How weak he is...

And yet, even if he did, wasn’t he nearly dead already? 

So much effort, so many callus washed in blood, as much labor. Hours of training, work, life. He has sacrificed so much, is still willing to sacrifice. Can he afford to bury it all because of his weakness? No way. Even if he is not strong enough, that’s no reason to give up. Jabber can go fuck himself if he thinks a janitor is gonna get away with it. Zanka is not a genius, he is an ordinary person, so he will cling to every opportunity to become stronger. Show what he’s worth, that he can fight to the end, even if it seems like there is no hope. Never mind the hope, as long as he can move, he has a chance. 

"Mmm, Zanka? What are you doing here, and all so pale. Is something wrong?" A surprised familiar voice sounded from behind Zanka. If the janitor understood correctly, it was probably Tamsy. He wanted to thank him very much for being in the dorm. But the important thing now is to make it clear that he needs medical attention before his throat swells completely. And so far he can communicate at least logically a few words. 

"All... alle.. gy..." It may have sounded awfully squeaky, unintelligible, but that doesn’t matter now. If another can understand him, it will be his own little victory. A small step for the genius, but for him, a huge leap. 

 "Oh, what? You can say it louder, I can’t make it out..."

 "Allegy..."

 "Mmm?"

"ALL... Allergy.."

"Aah, allergy! Now you understand! Is it that strong? My God, my God, I have to take you urgently to Eishia ! Let’s go Zanka, I’ll help you..."

Finally, the body could relax with relief by falling into the hands of another cleaner. The eyes, still wet from the tears, began to close, although Zanka was still conscious. The hands cling to the long sleeves of the Tamsy form, trying to find support so as not to bother the other too much. Yet, he is not going to be a burden hanging on someone’s neck when he still has the strength to walk. Perhaps he should thank the comrades for their help. But to do it now was too difficult, and he must now save his strength, try to be conscious, even if the body asks for the opposite. Zanka will definitely do it later, when the throat will not be so swollen, not really allowing to breathe normally. When itching skin, it will not be unpleasant to pinch, and the eyes will stop watering, making you feel like the most pathetic creature in the world. 

At least the hands of the comrade, who had grasped the back of Zanka, with their gentle pats, calmed something. Give him balance so that he can stand on his feet, not fall to his knees. Tamsy allowed himself to fall on his shoulder when Zanka began not fully understanding what he was doing. Also, the cleaner allowed the young guy to rely on him. Literally allowed to transfer his weight on the back of Tamsy, who only briefly smiled when Zanka tried to contradict. Although the numb language certainly did not help, because of which the words were just illegible. It was only more amused by the senior cleaner, who picked up Zanka on his hands and went with him to Eishia.

"Don’t bother yourself Zanka, the comrades should help each other. Yes and how can I calmly watch your suffering? Relax, I promise you’ll be fine."

The murmur under his ear was the answer for Tamsy, whose smile grew wider and his eyes narrowed in satisfaction when his body flattened. How good that he could catch Zanka in such a vulnerable position before it was too late. The loss of a mentor would certainly hurt dear Rudo, but too early for that. Maybe later, not under such circumstances and not at this time. It’s a holiday anyway. But clearly not for the guy in his arms, who seems to have passed out. When the sighing was heard, it was a sign that he was still breathing and alive. With tears in his face, the cleaner gently stroked his cheek as he watched Zanka’s body fight for life. Quite fascinating in fact, especially when the eye falls on a new pendant that he has never seen on the neck of the younger. 

"Heart-shaped... How cute."

"How sorry you are to have missed the whole Zanka celebration..." Read Riyo, throwing in her mouth some snack that was left over from the holiday. She brought this for her friend, but she was not shy about taking food from the plate. She didn’t care anyway. "And we have removed the citrus especially this time, so that you can enjoy the full meal. Who would have thought that the enemy would wait where they least expected."

"You mean in his room?" I recited the same appetizers to Rudo without a shadow of embarrassment. He certainly knew what allergy was, understood how it worked, but never would have thought that his Zanka had it. The guy always seemed to be a model of health, as if one ailment could not get him. And here, allergy, and also on ordinary oranges. 

"Yeah, Rudo. Btw, how did you get those cookies?" From this question, Rudo and Riyo looked questioningly at their friend, who remained silent and sullen the whole time. The look was on his hands, the frown of his eyebrows and his clenched lips were in a bad mood. Not because of the words of two people, of course not, rather because of myself. That I got into this situation. Missed the holiday. And that it was because of one dirty little bastard. Squeezing the rudely blanket with his hands, a disgruntled sigh broke out of, fortunately, a normal throat, causing Rudo and Riyo to look at each other. The boy’s eyes looked like he was saying, "Is he listening?" and Riyo only shrugged. This silent dialogue was interrupted by a sharp raising of his head.

"I’ll never eat anything again if I’m not sure who it’s from."

Riyo and Rudo had another look at each other. Taking advantage of their stalemate, Zanka extended his hand to the plate, took the snack from there and shoved it into his mouth. He chewed the food very slowly, trying as carefully as possible to see if there was anything dangerous for him. Well, and also to enjoy what he was brought. It is a bit of a shame that he could not taste even part of the dishes at the party. Finally, as if he was safe, he swallows a long-eaten meal. Licking his lips, he does not pay any attention to the close attention of his two friends to him. As if no one is near him.

"Pretty dry. Not enough spice. Was all the food like this?"

"Pff... Of course not. It’s one of the few things left, so at least say thank you for that." A light smile glided across the face of the girl, who reached for another piece, quickly shoving it into her mouth. Rudo followed her example, without even bothering to say anything. 

"How did it go? I hope you didn’t find out just a few minutes before New Year’s what happened to me."

"Oh, don’t worry, we found out you were in the infirmary a lot sooner than you think." Even though the relaxed shrug of Riyo’s shoulders told Zanka not to worry, the realization that he had spoiled the mood of the others hit him right in the face. A sense of guilt instantly disappeared into the body, although it did not reflect on him outwardly, due to which two other cleaners did not notice anything. And if Riyo did point something out, she preferred to remain silent. "However, the rest went as usual. I mean, everything was peaceful at first, then chaos. But this year we really outdid ourselves, almost burned-"

"Am I distracting?" 

A sudden voice made all three turn to the side of the door, noticing the man entering. A smile on your face, a gentle look at the comrades, a calm tone, everything was trustworthy. Tamsy as always was assembled, in more casual clothes, apparently today he has the long-awaited exit. In contrast to Zanka, who was silent on the question, Riyo and Rudo gave a lively welcome to the senior cleaner. He nodded and focused his attention on Zanka, who was still in bed, even if she was sitting. The janitor was obviously trying not to look at the comrade who had arrived, which amused a little the senior. Is he embarrassed?

"Rudo, Riyo, Semiu asked me to tell you to come to her. I think about the burnt tablecloth..." When he spoke his last word, Tamsy could see the eyes of both of the above-mentioned dilated and their bodies crammed into chairs. And he kept wondering if it was really them. But from their reactions, everything was immediately clear.

"Did you burn the tablecloth?"

"No, we...! Well... we’re not the only ones..." Rudo’s attempt to make amends somehow, by sharply gesturing, was clearly unsuccessful, because Zanka, that Tamsy were not convinced. The only thing girl could do was to giggle awkwardly with her hands on her stomach. Clearly, she felt no remorse at all. And then the sudden realization that they needed to hurry made her get up out of the chair. Abruptly, not paying attention to how she puzzled the poor guy by grabbing him without permission. He tried to object, of course, but in the end they both rushed towards Semiu. Zanka really hoped that they would come back. At least alive.

"Don’t worry Zanka, next New Year we can definitely celebrate together!"

"Come on, before you get scolded for the delay."

Briefly fooled the leaving comrades, the sudden weight on his bed made the head roll towards the senior cleaner, noticing that he covered his eyes and smiled cheerfully. With one hand on his head, Tamsy looked at the cleaner and saw a snack next to him. Slightly swinging his head in their direction, as if asking for permission, he reached out to take it when he received a satisfactory nod. When the food was already in his mouth, he turned his gaze to the younger boy, as if expecting something from him. To be honest, Zanka was a little uncomfortable being alone next to Tamsy. Not because of the cleaner himself, the guy had respect for him and was grateful for help and all that. It was just a bit awkward, considering he was the only one who knew about the pendant. At the moment of the allergic reaction, the brain just didn’t think to hide the damn gift. And it better have. But, Tamsy hardly tell anyone about it, this thought warmed the cleaner, because he did not want to know about the pendant at all. However, he was going to pretend that it never existed as long as the older one allowed him to. 

"The rash is not over yet as I see..."

The comrade’s voice took Zanka out of his thoughts, he quickly shook his head as a sign of agreement, paying attention to his skin. Even if he was injected with dimedrol to relieve the symptoms, it does not go away immediately. Yes, he breathes and speaks freely, fortunately the language is no longer numb, but with a rash it is more difficult. It would be good if he passed in a couple of days, dreaming of a couple of hours he would not have realized that it was too good a script. And lately, luck was definitely not his strong side. Maybe all his life it just avoided him. Especially when it came to Jabber. Oh, he’d believe it if they told him that all the time that son of a bitch was taking all his luck. There will be more reasons to break his dirty fingers, to test the ability of his beloved Vital Instrument. However, not now. Things are more important than thinking about the raider. Especially when there is a senior cleaner who helped him a lot.

"The rash will go away, not fatal. Yes and... Thank you, Tamsy. I don’t think I would have been able to without your pomo-" Eating a noticeable touch of the fingertips of the cheek, made Zanka shut up and look at another person in confusion. His blue eyes widened instantly, and his lips opened slightly in shock when his hand fell on his cheek. The body immediately followed the shock of Zanka, remaining motionless even if the brain was saying to do something. It didn’t help to say a word either, especially when his thumb started stroking his eyelids as if he were wailing. The mute pain in his throat was silenced, as if it had swollen again, although the cleaner knew perfectly well that he was physically fine. He just needs to let go of the worries in his head, get himself together, nothing is impossible.

"Oh Zanka, it’s all such trifles..." To see these learning eyes squinting dangerously, enjoying the confusion of always so collected Zanka, forced the body to accept everything. Not in a hurry, a little intimate, but not enough to scare the guy too much, the fingers started coming down to the neck. Although the skin of the fingers was slightly palpable, and the movements insanely tender, not to feel the suffocating feeling in the chest was too difficult. However, a slight heat began to approach the cheeks, making attempts to hide emotions futile. "... I already told you..." The touch to the neck knocked the air out of Zanka’s chest, and the skin covered with cold fingers. He was accustomed to the warmth of ordinary people, she was pleasant and he was not afraid of her. The burning heat was quite normal, too, because Jabber was so hot that Zanka seemed to boil him every time he could feel it. And Tamsy was too cold to even touch his neck, he could freeze anyone. Especially with his waiting look, as if for this man everything is just a game. In which he clearly wins. "... Comrades should help each other. I did what anyone would do." 

"A... Yeah... that’s.."

"So I guess you’re okay to tell me about this little trinket?" Zanka didn’t even notice when the cleaner took out his necklace from his jacket, everything happened too spontaneously. The Second and Tamsy are too close, as one hand’s fingers stroke his neck, the other twists a swinging heart, causing Zanka to instinctively move away. Not too far, but the pressure on his neck increased, which contributed to the penetration from the depths of his soul of the very fear that appeared only in the most dangerous moments for Zanka. It was all the more striking when the claws of the Mankiras were almost tearing at his flesh, when he had oranges in his system and when Tamsy was too close. "Do you like that? Should I give you a piece of jewelry, too?"

"No! Don’t, it’s not necessary..."

"Calm down Zanka-a... I’m just joking. You’re so nervous, I think you should get some rest." The quiet chuckle came off the cleaner’s lips as he moved away from the younger man, watching him exhale with apparent relief. Poor little soul must have been very anxious, trying to understand the actions of the senior janitor. Watching such a spectacle is so exciting that it’s even kind of sad to leave. But he still has to do his work, so, patting Zanka on the shoulder, he gets out of bed. In principle to go and leave the other one in confusion, sounds like a plan, but Tamsy wants to do a little bit more cleaning, just a little bit. Therefore, when the blue eyes clenched in a random point on the bed, obviously not to look at the elder, his hand was on the bright top of the boy quite shocked. "I hope you have an understanding of the meaning of this thing. Although you’re not a stupid guy, surely you understand." 

Fucking.

Because of everything that happened, there was no time to think about what the gift meant. And now, the realization of it hit the guy too hard, considering that his face was a mixture of disgust and complete horror. Tamsy could only smile and walk away, leaving Zanka with his thoughts alone. A fine start to the day for him. 

The worst for Zanka. It was too much in his head, given that he was still confused by Tamsy’s actions. The face was too warm, even if rarely touched like this, he had to remain calm. Especially when it’s obviously just a friend teasing, nothing like that. A sharp blow to the cheek should bring him to his senses, clear his head and regain control of his body. So the instant pain in my cheek was taken peacefully and forgotten after a second, because it didn’t help at all. Just a few seconds of freedom from thoughts are clearly not enough to put everything in its place. Because it happened to catch on, in his opinion, the most important thought. Jabber Wonger. If it were not for him, it would not have happened at all. But unfortunately, what happened can no longer be changed, even if it is disgusting and ugly. 

But to ruin the future, oh, that’s still possible. Even if Zanka is going to burn in hell for his actions, at least he will make every effort to pull this vile bastard after him. Even if Jabber couldn’t get anywhere else, the cleaner is sure that the shit he’s done won’t come out in prayer. Although the raider would hardly feel any guilt at all to even think of regret. The genius would rather slit his own throat so as not to speak out, enjoying the bright pain at the end of life, dying with a blissful smile on his face. That’s why while he’s still alive, we need to wipe the fucking smile off Jabber’s face. It doesn’t matter how. He was never holy enough to worry about the right thing when it came to a raider. All the more, we need to «thank him» for such a wonderful gift for the cleaner. Show how much Zanka liked this surprise. Rash on the body, swollen throat, from which he almost suffocated, spoiled holiday. For all these wonderful gifts you have to pay doubly, in a special way. 

Oh, he will definitely pay back, show all his gratitude to Jabber. 

"It is as if someone remembers me..." Seeing Choni questioning gaze, Jabber smiled playfully at her. He felt a slight chill that could be attributed to the warmer weather, but it was more pleasant for the raider to think of his cleaner. "Do you think it’s Zanka? Maybe she wants to see me so she can kick my ass as a gift..."

"It hasn’t even been two weeks, so don’t talk about him until the deadline." The woman interrupts Jabber’s chatter instantly, having not the slightest desire to listen to him. 

"Three months is too long for Cthoniiii! Who else am I worried about?"

"With anyone but me. You’re very good at talking, especially about that cleaner."

"I wonder how much he can strangle me if you inject him with one toxin..."

The way the hatch flew into it was really thought-provoking. For an ordinary man, a raider, a cleaner. But not for Jabber, who only with pleasure got deeper into his thoughts.

The thought of the beautiful Zanka, in whose hands is his heart.