Disclaimer: I do not own Karakuridoji Ultimo.

A/N: This fic was purposely kind of short, so I apologize for that and I hope it's still alright anyway. It mainly focuses on the implied dark side of Ultimo's personality. I was trying to come up with things to write so I decided to go with any little idea I can muster. Also, the part about the ages is sort of a little reference about how the names and ages of the characters keep getting listed in every chapter they appear in.

'Master Yamato...'

Ultimo knew very well that Agari Yamato had instructed him not to follow him around outside anymore, as it risked him being seen in public with his bizarre clothing and giant red gauntlets. However, it was too stressful for the devoted Karakuridoji to bare being away from his master for such long periods of time day after day. He wanted to make sure his master was happy, safe and healthy at this 'school' place. Thus, after completing his daily chores at the Agari residence, he would stealthily fly to the roof of one of the many skyscrapers that happened to overlook the front entrance of Senjo Academy from afar. Thanks to his emerald-green eyes being able to automatically set themselves to a higher setting, the robotic youth was able to see clearly despite the distance.

He could see Yamato entering past the gates now, his schoolbag in hand. He was surrounded by all of his friends, and as Ultimo stared intensely at them, their names and ages popped up into his expansive databanks. There was Oume Hibari (16), Otake Akitsu (16), Matsumoto Kiyose (17) and Kodaira Lune (16). Also present was Sayama Makoto (17), the school friend that his master has had deep feelings for since his childhood years. Ultimo did not like her very much. In fact, he hated her much more than he probably should. It was because of her that Yamato wanted to protect the world from the Evil doji, not because he wanted to be with the robot boy again.

Sighing, Ultimo shook his head in self-despair. He was truly ashamed of himself; he was supposed to be the strongest, kindest doji of Good, and yet he was becoming overwhelmed with such negative emotions. This was not the first time under Yamato's tutelage that he had been swept up in a fit of rage over his master liking someone else. It was back in the 12th century, in Kyoto Japan, that all of this first started. His pure and gentle heart was slowly being filled with darkness...

'No, it can't be like that!' Ultimo cringed, 'I am the doji of Good...I am...'

Ultimo watched Yamato take a quick glance at Sayama's skirt just seconds before they disappeared into the school and out of his sight. Yamato was trying to look at her panties. Something inside of Ultimo swelled up deep inside, something that made him tremble all over. A small bird started to flutter past the living doll, but it did not get far before it was suddenly and violently crushed to pieces by Ultimo's fist. Its blood splattered all over Ultimo's face, accenting the murderous expression he wore at that moment.

"That little whore is swaying my master down a filthy path...I don't know how much longer I can stand by and take this," he murmured under his breath. Using such an insulting description like 'whore' to describe the girl he hated most made Ultimo smile beside himself.

After wiping off the blood and calming down, Ultimo was back to his normal cheery self, and he flew home to await Yamato's return from school. He also decided to not waste the poor bird he accidentally killed and made it the main ingredient for dinner that night.