It's odd how such a beautiful girl has no suitors around her. No boy seems to want to be in her presence, hear her ringing voice or see her sly green eyes or touch her soft, smooth, milky skin.
None but that silent, mute boy, who scares all but her with those inquisitive red eyes that pierces through everything.
Once, she had many admirers. The young boy when she was five, who blushed crimson when she laughed at what attempts of humour he tried.
He was found dead, neck harshly broken at a horrifying angle after tumbling down the steps at kindergarten.
A six year old boy hugging a girl of the same age was cute.
A six year old found dead was not.
Then one at age seven, who offered many gifts, boasting of his family's large fortunes.
The poor thing, slipped into the sea at night and no one noticed until it was too late.
Age eight, a classmate gave her chocolates for Valentines. She squealed at the delectable treats and hugged him.
Stung by a Nidoran. The poison was just too strong for his immune system to fight off.
Ninth year, and one pulled her hair and ran. Later, the teacher comforted the tearing Leaf – and Red, who lurked around by default – that boys did that to those they liked.
Fell on a sharp piece of wood in the dark. Gruesome, how it impaled his head like that.
The big boy, a year older than her ten. He pushed the red-eyed boy away roughly, and loudly claimed her in front of all.
Electrocuted by wild Pikachu – he shouldn't have wandered off into the forest like that without Pokémon.
Rumours about her spread, and at the young age of eleven, she was called by adults the Black Widow, who then told their children to stay away from her.
There was a curse on that seemingly-sweet girl, the rumours said. Anyone who showed interest in her would be killed. There was a demon following that girl, robbing her of any love.
Then the only thing to do would be to not offer her any in the first place.
But even if everyone hates her, he'll still be at her side, a guardian angel.
After the journey around the land, she comes right back to their tiny town, content to settle down and lead a scheduled life.
Despite protests on his clearly gifted future practically shining like the sun with potential (but Red! You could be Champion! A Champion!) he does, too, content to just be by her side.
Two friends stay close to each other, happy in their own closed off world.
"Oh, Leaf, Red, just the two I wanted to see!"
"Hi, Professor!"
"…"
"Meet my grandson, Green!"
"Hello, Green, I'm Leaf, and that's my friend Red! He doesn't speak much, though."
"Nice to meet you."
He smirks and takes her extended hand, kissing it on the back with charming eyes stealing looks.
They are no longer little children, who think of love as marriage and parents and other future things far, far away. They are older, beginning to open eyes to love and lust and passion.
While she flushes with pleasure, he reddens from anger.
No one can be with her. No one but him.
The moon in the night's sky is but a silver sliver, stingy with her light.
His red eyes don't need much light to navigate in the darkness, however. He is familiar with stalking the night, with moving as a hunter through the lack of light.
However, for the first time, his prey has noticed him before he could finish him off.
The professor's grandson grins back with confidence in his eyes. "So you were the one. I figured you might, the way you were glaring at me when I flirted with her like that. Killer eyes and all, you know?"
He doesn't say anything.
Green just talks. "So you came here, ready to make me number seven, yes?"
Red is mute. He says nothing, therefore he is nothing.
Nothing is nothing. It won't be noticed.
"I'm not giving her up," there's seriousness in his eyes. Finally. The cocky attitude was tiring, although it would have given him an excuse to punch him.
Red speaks for the first time in years. "Neither am I."
His voice is hoarse and cracking from disuse. The surprise on Green's face (who has been told that Red was mute) gives him an extra second.
He leaps at him.
Duck – dodge that fist, jump at him, try to not hit the ground, kick, punch, smash, struggle –
Pain. Brilliant agony that flares at his side. He staggers back while the other stands, in considerably worse shape.
"Help!" The bastard is calling for help. "He's trying to kill me! Help!"
Any other big city would ignore this. Pallet Town does not, and the tenants are more than willing to help catch a murderer.
It might be the one that killed their children.
"He tried to kill me!"
"Is this true, Red?"
He doesn't deny it. Already, people are putting together the facts that had stood there, how they always happened near him and Leaf.
On top of that, he wasn't a normal child. Even if he wasn't, he'd be the perfect scapegoat.
Red eyes shut away from the world as he's restricted.
He doesn't catch the horrified green eyes staring at him imploringly, begging for him to lie.
He's in jail.
She cries, and the other man comforts her. Eventually, she falls in love, and they're together.
He's banished from their happy minds.
Sources used: Wikipedia entry for Asmodeus.
