Disclaimer: Don't own it. I wanna own it, but I don't.
AN: stream of consciousness writing done in 10 minutes or so. I edited it a little, but for the most part, its just what I wrote down. I've been having some writer's block lately, so this is the best I can do. It was mostly written to force myself through the block. Review?
He didn't understand it. Why was he so fixated on her? Humans were boring, any game he played with them was over in a few minutes, if that. But she wasn't boring. He didn't even need to play with her. Just watching her was more entertaining to him than any of the times he had played with his brothers.
He was watching her now, out of sight as she tended her garden. He reached into his pocket to pull out another lollipop, only to find it empty. Oh well. He'd stay anyway.
She hummed a little song as she walked among the flower beds, watering them. The plants were so happy. They sung her praises as she watered them. That in itself was interesting. Very few people managed to please this many plants this much.
But Amaimon knew that wasn't the whole reason he was fascinated with the little exorcist.
She was beautiful, even to a demon like him. He hadn't been lying in the forest when he complimented her eyes. They were the most lovely shade of green. And her hair was the color of sunlight, the kind he didn't get to see in Gehenna. It seemed so soft, he was tempted to run his fingers through it.
But she'd run if she knew he was here. She'd disappear inside her house, no doubt to go to the cram school. She'd bring some higher up exorcist back, and they'd increase the bounds and wards protecting the garden. They'd have no choice if they knew a prince of Gehenna wanted to get in.
So he'd stay here, invisible, sitting on the fence and just watch her. Not that he could figure out what was so entertaining about her to begin with.
"Shiemi….. What have you done to me?"