I was really surprised when I saw the positive responses on my Shirley's POV. Thus, even though I had no such intention in the start, I somehow ended up righting a Pauli's POV. So here's a sneaky side chapter for you guys. *wink* *wink*

Though this one's a bit on the shorter side. I was intending to make it into a R18+ chapter but I didn't, hence it ended up like this.

Also, a bit of warning. Pauli's thoughts are a bit complicated(she's that sorta character after all). Even I have trouble understanding her! XD

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Pauli's POV

I'm going to die. 

The HP and SP bars in the top corner of my vision are steadilty depleting. Its only a matter of time before everything dissipates away. At least that is how all should have transpired. 

But that man, Rota. He's weird. He jumped in between myself and the wall I was going to collide with to lessen the impact.

Little good did that do. It only delayed the inevitable. Now I am going to die slowly rather than quickly.

But... Let me say it again. Rota, he is weird. As I lay there unable to move, he picks me up and carries me over to the safe room. There he is putting in an effort to save me. But why? That is something I find hard to comprehend. Why bother yourself with a helpless cause? I am much of a nuisance here anyway. With a power as stupendous as his, saving me is just a formality, no an act of pity. It is as if I'm a plaything. But then again, if I were a measly plaything, why bother saving me? I contradict myself, unable to reach a conclusion and left to drown in my own scepticism. 

I look up just to catch a glimpse of his face. It isn't enough make out his expression before it all goes dark. But the darkness isn't associated with death. I am very much still alive. I can tell as much from the touch of his hand on my bare body. It feels warm, almost hot. But I know it is because of the disparity in our own temperatures. He isn't hot: I am cold, being on the verge of death. 

It is a feeling most surreal. That heat, that warmth is the only thing I can perceive. Everything else has dissipated. His touch is the only thing I can believe in. It is the only entity convincing me of my own existence.

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Soon, the darkness falls and the curtains of light opens. Now I realise why I couldn't see. He had turned up my shirt to bandage my wound. Then comes to me another realisation. My vision did not return due to having had my shirt pulled DOWN but due to having it pulled OFF. Right now my upper body is completely bare and both my hands are held up by a single one of his above my head. With my SP plummeted, my body is absolutely his for him to do as he pleases. I brace myself, aware of what would follow. 

But let me say this for the third time, Rota is weird. Even though I could tell his gaze was occasionally on my breasts but he never even touched them. I was there, helpless, unable to retaliate to his actions but he did not take advantage. He clothed me instead and lay me on a bed to let me rest.

Alright, he isn't the only weird one. I am in the same boat. At not having been touched, instead of solace, the only feeling I have at the moment is disappointment. It is something new for me. I have never experienced it before. It is almost... mortifying! I can't fathom why. In my heart.. there is a yearning..for him...his touch..that warmth.. It is again something unfamiliar. 

Then I see him with Shirley and I had another unpleasant feeling but I am experienced with this one. Its jealousy. It makes me remember back to the time in my home when He hugged me. I never told anyone of my feelings ever, but I did him, at that time. And he conforted me. It was again something new for me. 

Then I see them kiss, him and Shirley. Everything in my heart disappears and is replaced by a realisation. Realisation that its me who has to be there, in that place, sucking his saliva. 

Having recovered some, I get up and interrupt them. 

(Yes, this is right. He is mine.)

As he turns to me, I steal his lips. Its a pleasent sensation. I can feel my body getting hot. I have already stopped counting how many new feelings I have come to know in the same day.

(With this, I finally know what I should have known long before: He belongs to me.)

As we separate, I look at Shirley, her expression bewildered. It made me smile.

(But I wouldn't mind sharing.)