Random BvsH question: if it's a cartoon, is it slash or yaoi? I always call it yaoi, 'cos I'm an anime person, but which is it technically?
(from Him's P.O.V.)
Sometimes I wonder. It's only human, though I'm technicaly not human, at least in appearance. I wonder how it would feel to be able to take a walk in the park without people screaming and those damned Powerpuff Girls giving me the third degree or a black eye. Oh, sure, I can take another form, sneak around in a disguise that masks my claws with hands, my skin with a fake one. But it's so draining to do so, not just on my energy, but on my spirits. Do I even have a spirit, a soul?
Sometimes I wonder.
Sometimes I wonder about the strangeness of the human species. They're such odd, wasteful species, seemingly blind to what they're doing to their planet, though it's no matter to me. I don't care if they all die by their own hand. Well, with one exception: Professor Utonium. Yes, I know what you're thinking. Never going to happen, not in a billion eons. That is probably true, but the logistics never keep me from fantasizing. And sometimes I wonder.
Sometimes I lie awake at night, clinging to my pillow, wondering how it would feel touch Utonium, kiss him until he begs for me. And yes, I have wondered how it would feel for him to touch me, kiss me. Eventually, these thoughts merge into my dreams and I sleep. I've looked inside the Professor's dreams too, twisted them around just slightly, replacing that pretty girl with myself. The effect it has on him is amazing. That perfect little mouth twists into an almost irresistable smile and sometimes he murmurs my name, my real name, in his sleep (which only he knows and never remembers). The hair on the back of my neck stands up at the sound, and it's very difficult to keep control... to keep from making his dreams and mine a reality. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if he awoke mid-slumber and saw me.
Sometimes I wonder if he would he scream, calling
the girls to his side to banish me again to my home, bruised and bleeding,
or would he, as I've imagined countless times while watching him sleeping,
simply look at me and realize what I had been doing, what I feel for him.
Doubtful. I guess I'm stupid and weak for giving in to the urge to watch
Professor Utonium as he sleeps and dreams of me. I've almost woken him
a few times, but was paralyzed by my own fear of rejection. Yes, it's
better to just watch from a distance than face thecertain
heartbreak. But sometimes I wonder.