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I hate him! Lousy mazoku. I imagine his face on the tabletop and slam my fist down. The force sends my coffe mug spilling to the floor. I ignore it, looking out the window. The moon is in its third quarter, already very bright. I wonder where he is, what he's up to. I wonder what he's doing right now.
Why?
Because he can't be trusted. He's a mazoku. What twisted plot could he be planning? Thinking up new tricks, I bet. I absently reach for a coffe mug that is not there. Still, I do not even acknowledge its absence. Instead, I bring my hand up to rest my chin on. I see his face again and I scowl. I hate him.
Why; he can be a great help sometimes.
He's a mazoku!
The others don't hate him, they almost like him.
He's a fruitcake! I hate him! I hate the way he teases me, drawing attention to me. I hate his annoying voice and his cheerful disposition. I hate the way he laughs and the way he always says "Sore wa himitsu desu." But most of all, I hate the way his face betrays no emotion.
Why?
Because I want to know what he's thinking.
Why?
Freeze...I've stumped myself? No. Deep down I know the answer. But it refuses to reveal itself. Or is it the other way around? Am I the one refusing to know it? Why do I turn my back to him only to steal glances, wondering what he's thinking?
Why do I turn my back to him?
...? That's right!
If I really hate and distrust him so much, why would I do that? Why would I show my back to an enemy? Why leave myself open, vulnerable?
I growl, low in my throat, angry at myself for thinking such things. His face, his smile, they won't leave my head. Everytime I close my eyes he's there. Taunting me. I slam my fist down again.
Gods! I hate him!
But he likes me.
He teases me constantly!
He teases because he cares? Like a little kid.
He's a mazoku! They don't care. None of them, least of all Xelloss. The one who nearly wiped out an entire race with no cares.
Maybe...he had a good reason?
What reason could be enough to excuse that? He's a mazoku, pure and simple. The name speaks for itself; cold, evil, sadistic monster! He could never love me.
Blink...I surprised myself. Why do I care whether he could love me or not? I hate him.
Xelloss...
Damn mazoku...
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