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He was old. Yet he was also young. He'd seen many a bad thing being done and did some himself. But he had also seen and done good things. Well, relatively good things at least. Should one ask some of his acquaintances, they'd say he was soft under his uncaring exterior. Now, if one would ask himself, he'd say he was a complete bastard and an all-round sadistic, homicidal maniac with little to no good qualities. Most would of course agree, he was all that. But there was one thing he'd never tell you. He was capable of loving. He loved his Mother who raised him, his Father whom he'd never met but knew his Mother loved dearly, and even his Uncle. But he loved one person above everyone else. Oh, he'd cared about his Hostess, to whose bloodline he'd bound himself in. Only her descendants could set him free should they choose to do so. But it wouldn't happen for many generations. In a way he was glad they didn't. Otherwise he might have never met him.
"I pledge myself to your service till my next host is old enough," he said, kneeling in front of the surprised boy. "Do with me as you see fit, master."
The boy was too surprised to say anything and just stared at him.
"…Don't… don't call me that…" he managed to finally say. He grinned wickedly.
"Oh? And what if I do?" he all but purred. "If I misbehave…" he smirked and held out his hands, "… you can throw away the keys." His smirk widened when the boy blushed slightly. Oh, it would be so much fun to tease this one.
He had loved teasing his one and only master. The only one of Hostess' bloodline to not be a host. And then he'd noticed that somehow he had fallen in love with his master along the way. He didn't say anything at first because it appeared his master loved someone else. And no matter what anyone, even he himself, said, he wasn't as selfish as to get between his master and his possible happiness. But when his master fell to Tartarus, he shared his pain and told him he loved him.
"What… are you doing?"
"I'm sharing your pain master. I cannot let you suffer this alone!" he said solemnly.
"… Why?"
"Because I love you."
His master didn't believe him. Even Lady Aphrodite would be of no help. While she was a goddess of Love, she wouldn't necessarily be delicate or subtle enough.
He was frustrated beyond belief. How was he going to convince him his feelings were genuine? He knew almost nothing about these kinds of things! It wasn't like his Mother had any time to tell him about feelings or how to court someone you liked before she was killed. He sighed and decided to play some of her records. It always calmed him to listen to his Mother sing.
"Who are you listening to?"
"My Mother. She was a singer, Angel Evans. Rather ironic, considering… my Father, she used to say, had the looks of an angel. But not so much in personality. He was anything but. I'm much like him, in appearance and personality. We're blond, sadistic, homicidal maniacs. The only differences are one of my eyes and my wings."
"What's the difference then?"
"Both of his eyes were golden and his wings were white. My other eye color I inherited from my Mother, her eyes were emerald green. And you know my wings have a green hue to them."
"Have you ever met your father?"
"No. He died long before I was born. I was his final gift to Mother. He loved her. Uncle Satoshi even said so, and he doesn't really have fond memories of Father."
His master was quiet for a while just staring at nothing. His Mother's singing continued on the background as they sat in silence.
For all he said and did in his life, he felt like being a better person when in the company of his master. He didn't want it to end. And yet he knew it would end one day. His master would eventually die and he would have to move on to a host again. He longed for his master to aknowledge his feelings. He waited till his master's last day alive. But Nico di Angelo never said he loved him back or seemed to believe Kai truly loved him.
And he never stopped loving him.
How'd you like it? I tried to keep people guessing about who was who. Did I succeed? I might write more chapters to this. That is, if people liked this.
Again, any kind of review is appreciated. If you think my writing needs improving, you let me know, ok?