I once wondered why I had let him go that first time. My mind supplied me with an answer I didn't like; so I supplied my own.

'A pity to waste such a young soul.'

Humph. Young soul. How wrong I was. That kid has wisdom beyond his years. Well, maybe not that far beyond, but he's definitely more mature than other's his age. I think I was that maturity that drew me to him in the first place. In fact it wouldn't let me go. Yes, my name is Ace, and I am an Aerrow addict.

A ghost of a smile curled on the Dark Ace's lips as a figment of a song floated to the front of his mind.

'I'm hooked on you,

I need a fix,

I can't take it,

Just one more hit,

I promise I can deal with it,

I'll handle it,

Quit it,

Just one more time then that's it,

Just a little bit more to get me through this.'

Indeed, every attack, every mean little comment, it was like another high for him. He loved to see the little red-head angry, sure, each truth the boy spat at him hurt, each hateful flash of emerald like a new, deeper wound, but he was so beautiful. The voice of a furious angel was a lovely thing to hear, no matter how much it stung.

'No more. This is it, the next time you see him, you'll kill him. Then there will be no more high to tempt you.'

He had told himself this after every battle, and he never did follow through. During every battle he was much too high on his young opponent's energy to think, too high to care.

Ace put the pen back to the page.

That was my downfall, I suppose. That first time I had my chance it was like a leaf floating down stream, you see it, you hesitate, it's gone. Not coming back.

I know now why I couldn't kill him. He looks so much, so much, like his father, it was like looking back in time.

I couldn't help myself, I was intrigued, did he act like his father as well? Ah, his father. Yes, I loved him, a lot, although my feelings were never returned, but Aerrow?

More. Much more than love. It's like a deep need. Just being around him is intoxicating. Addicting.

It's a bit ironic really. I killed the man I used to love for having the man I love now with that stupid bitch of a woman, and then hiding it from me for four years. When I accused him of hiding the kid he scoffed at me.

"Hide him? Why would I need to hide him? He's my son, that I had with my wife. It's time to give up that sick obsession you have with me, and tune into the real world."

That was when I snapped. Obsession? Me? No. The bastard couldn't distinguish between jealous, but un-dying love and…obsession.

Oh.

Well obsession or no, I killed him, his dumb ass wife, and our team. I couldn't find the kid, not that I looked hard, and the team was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. I left then, and turned to the one place that would accept me; Cyclonia. And after ten years of a wonderfully evil existence, it was like Aiden waltzed right back into my life, back from the dead, in the form of his fourteen year old son, whom I love much, much more then I ever loved Aiden.

'It's like I can't breathe,

It's like I can't see anything,

Nothing but you,

I'm addicted to you,

It's like I can't think with out you interrupting me,

In my thoughts,

In my dreams,

You've taken over me,

It's like I'm not me,

It's like I'm not me…'

'Ah, yes, there goes the alarm, right on time.' The Dark Ace thought wryly, knowing it could only be one person, back to torment him.

He ripped the last two and a half pages from his journal, and dropped them into the fire place on his way out to get his next fix.

Erm, yea, not sure what to say other than I really don't like this, but it hit me like a semi while I was listening to my ipod, and it wouldn't let me go... and the song is addicted by Kelly Clarkson, so yea, reviews would be much appriceated. and if it sucks completly, please say it nicely!