[Devil's Heart]
There were very few things that confused the devil named Koryu. Most things, he considered himself very versed in, even including some human practices. He'd devoured enough human souls to have learned a little, but there was one thing that remained incomprehendable to him. Lost; an enigma. Love.
He wasn't sure how one perceived it. Intense? Or perhaps more subtle? Warmth, or maybe something more cold, like a realization. He wasn't sure if what he felt was it or if it wasn't. He wasn't really sure of anything at the moment.
The demon-man-child stared up at the night sky, absorbed in it's beauty. Her eyes sparkled like that, he realized. How much he wished he could drive her crazy and scare her, how he missed how her eyes got so wide when she was frightened.
He was unsure of himself more and more these days. He'd grown so much stronger, a being of the night, but powerful in the day, nearly able to keep himself in his form. How he loathed that cherubic form he took during the daylight. It almost made him look innocent, and he was far from that.
That brought him to yet another realization. She was, in every sense of the word, innocent. Everything was unrealized to her. Everything was new and lovely to her, and she delighted in it, but to him, everything was dirty, even himself. Her purity would only make him seem like more of a creature of the night.
Koryu, his red eyes gleaming with feeling and confusion, sighed and gazed down at the ground, the flecks of sakura falling softly around him. God, he missed her. How ironic, the use of that name, he smirked slightly. He worried, though, what if all he felt was lust for the innocent. Was a sadistic longing to bring her closer to his level, to have her, and hurt her. Perhaps he longed to feel the pain he thrived on. That thought had worried him. Could he be such a deplorable creature? Could he soil such untainedness? He was sure he could, and that disgusted him.
It was unecessary to ponder, he knew. It was a waste of time. He could be exercising his powers, growing stronger under the glare of the pale sliver of moon. He could be in his true form eternally, that would impress her, he thought.
But perhaps it wouldn't. This girl, this beautiful angel, had never been one to be impressed by such frivololities. She loved kindness, innocence, an open and caring heart. All of which, he had none. Was he doomed to live in this darkness? He sometimes cursed the fate that had written him into this position. Why had God chosen to punish him? Perhaps this God wasn't as caring as he was made out to be, even though his love abounded for those closest to him. God loved her dearly. Enough to want to spare her the pain of her true love's death. God had loved her enough to spare her that ache. He wasn't sure why this was his destiny, but it was pointless to blame God, he knew. It wouldn't change anything.
The night air grew cold, but he didn't feel it. His skin, his form, was a mere shell of his true, spiritual nature. He knew the chill was there, and jumped finally from the tree, gracefully, as always. His two companions were at the bottom, awaiting.
"What were you thinking about, Koryu-sama?" they asked softly.
"Nothing," he replied just as quietly, walking inside, leaving the two standing, confused, in the yard.
His contemplations would have to wait. There were more important things to do than to pine over a lost love. He knew it had been, but there would be others. A devil's heart wasn't attached to their love like an angel's. He hoped not, anyway. Kohaku's heart belonged to someone else, and would never be his.