This is so not like me…I can't be feeling this. It's not…normal. The demon prince paced back and forth in his quarters, looking rather distressed. His burgundy hair fell over his eyes and he raised a hand to brush it away. After a moment, he finally sank down onto the edge of his bed and let his head fall forward into his hands. Why…why is this happening to me? Hell, it wouldn't be so bad if it was anyone but him. But why…why did it have to be him?
Proving his thoughts to be too much for the young youkai prince to handle, he set off outside of the grounds without giving any notice to his fellow companions, or his step mother. Silently, the maroon eyed man began walking, not stopping for a single moment until he had reached a clearing in some woods far away from his previous residence. He needed space, and what better place to get that than out in the middle of the woods?
But much to the youkai's displeasure, his thoughts of the other kept coming to him with no avail. The way his blond hair flowed in the wind as he walked, the way those violet eyes seemed to pierce through anything and everything they fell upon—including Kougaiji's heart. Many times, the young prince had watched the Sanzo party from afar. To any other youkai, including those belonging to said party, it would appear as if he were planning out an attack if he were to be caught staring. But unknown to anyone but he, Kougaiji had an entirely different motive at hand. You see, the demon prince had fallen, and fallen hard, for one of the most unlikely people known in his existence: Priest Genjo Sanzo.