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Warm
Cold.
Yes, that was what the boy felt. He'd left the window open for a quick escape.
Yes, that was what he had been called. It was Pisard, if he recalled correctly, who had called him "cold." More precisely, he'd called him "a freakish ice brat with a frozen face," but it amounted to the same thing.
Cold.
Not knowing anything else, he didn't mind the cold.
Cold.
Not until he went undercover at the school.
Cold.
Not until—her.
A small scowl slid onto his unhealthily pale face as he stared at the object of his agony.
Her.
The humans would have found the sight of a boy standing over a girl's bed, watching her with intent eyes, a sight worth anger and fright.
What did he care? Emotions didn't serve him. Pure, simple logic served him.
…He wanted to believe that—by the Darkness, he wanted to believe that so much. But his logic fell before the new sensations he had discovered.
Sensations caused by her.
Never in all his existence had he felt such a complicated sensation. He didn't like people. He found them stupid and unnecessary; he could count on one hand the number of times he had engaged his fellow Dark Zone warriors in conversation—and that included his own sister. Isolation was calming. Company was irksome.
But her—he actually wanted to…
He shook his head in aggravation, and as had happened to often, his eyes drifted down to the pink—what had she called it? Bandage, yes—on his finger. Everytime he wanted to remove that irksome eyesore—every time his hand went towards it, it would always stop.
And again, he would think about her.
It all came down to her. These feelings…they felt different. Worse, he wanted to feel more.
Worse that, they were changing him.
He remembered the other day—he'd seen a small animal (a "dog" the humans called it) wrapped in some kind of wire. With a wave of his hand, the wire disappeared, and the stupid creature ran free.
He'd walked half a block more, before he'd realized what he'd done.
He should have ignored it. It was a stupid animal. Just like humans. It meant nothing to him.
He'd helped it without even thinking about it.
He clenched his fist in growing rage.
The dog…
Everyone at school…
The bandage…
Her…
BLAST IT!!! IT ALL CAME DOWN TO HER!!!!
He dashed to the bedside, no sign of his cold expression. Only rage.
He would kill her now…strangle her with the bedsheets…
It would be easy…
She was powerless…
And with her dead, he would be free from this hideous spell. The humans would never turn him into one of them. He could return to his old self.
Cold…
"Kiriaya-kun…"
He froze.
It was her.
She was awake!
No…she was asleep.
Muttering…his name?
"Kiriaya-kun…"
She rolled over. Something touched him.
His eyes widened.
Her hand had fallen into his.
Warmth…
For a moment, he did nothing. Nothing but stare.
Warmth…
All thoughts of murder melted away.
Warmth…
He stared at her. Hesitantly, tremblingly, he took his other hand.
He touched her cheek.
It was warm.
She smiled—a dreamy, blissful smile.
And no thoughts of resisting even entered his mind as he followed suit.
He was a fool. It was already over. He'd already been enslaved. Not by a mighty warrior, but by a little girl who was warm.
But at the moment, his coldly logical side temporarily crushed, Kiriaya didn't care.
Because after years of feeling nothing but cold…
He rather liked the warmth.
This one-shot entered my mind, and I just had to write it. There's no other Pretty Cure character like Kiriaya—he's genuinely conflicted with what he desires. It's a pity there aren't more like him.
Well, please review and tell me what you think!