I was studying them again. I do that often now, considering that there is nothing else to do but study.
I enjoy watching my associates go about their business. It was much like watching a drama on the television, except this was really happening. I guess that was what made them interesting.
Yusuke was holding a conversation with Kurama, speaking rather quickly and I was unable to catch what he was saying. Kurama nodded slowly and left without saying another word.
"Where's he goin'," I ask. Yusuke looks at me and smiles in that overly arrogant way.
"No where idiot." I chose not to retaliate, knowing full well that he might cause me harm. I nod, and turn back to the book that lay in my lap.
Idiot, they call me.
Am I truly an idiot?
A wise person once said that there are no such things as stupid questions. I choose to believe him.
Perhaps it was the way I formed my words, or the way I sounded. I do not think that I am an idiot, or unintelligent for that matter.
I know what few people know. What few humans know, for that matter.
I know the look of great hostility in a mad demon's eyes.
I know the sounds of clashing swords, and the blood flow of enemies.
I know the raucous laughter of two friends, beaten and bloody.
I know the twinkle of a claustrophobic demon's eye, afraid to drown in a sea of idiots.
I know the shout of victory from a brash young man as he defeats his foe.
I know the way a fox holds himself with pride as he conjures up his spells.
I know many things, many things that my associates do not know.
I just choose to not tell them
So, I go back to studying them.
Because that is all that one can do, if one knows everything.