Chocolate Covered Strawberries

This is everything he is not.

Story 8

The Fairy Prince

Day in and day out I had to deal with the annoyance of my fan-girls. I never liked having fans. They were just downright crazy. I couldn't take it! No matter where I went, I always had at least three girls following me around at the same time.

But then I met a girl who decided not to let my looks get to her. However, she hates me.

The very thought about it made me wonder what it was about me that made her hate me. But when she told me what she thought about me, I couldn't help myself: I kissed her. I wasn't thinking. It just happened. And what happened? She accused me of sexual harassment. SEXUAL HARASSMENT!! ME!

If anyone should know anything about sexual harassment, it should be me. With all the harassment I got from my previous employers, how can I NOT know what harassment looks like.

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Okay, maybe kissing her wasn't such a good idea. Actually, it was a bad idea. I know that.

But she constantly sees some sort of gap between me and her. However, I don't see it at all. No matter what Noi may say to try and convince Sunako and me that we're in love, the only one who knows it's true but won't admit it is me. Sad isn't it. Mostly girls are the first to realize, not the guy. I feel sort of ridiculous.

Not only that, I don't feel like a "creature of the light" like she calls me at all. I may look like one, but I'm a lot more like her. She seems to think that certain people, if they are physically flawless, are not capable of inner flaws. HAH! That is the biggest piece of B.S. that I've ever heard!

Do I seem perfect to you?

I beat people I don't like up. I get ticked off easily. I suck at certain subjects. I even hit girls if need be—it's self defense! I have every right to protect myself, don't I?

The point is I'm nothing like she says I am. Living with each other for as long as we have should have taught her that much.

It's like everyone thinks I'm some handsome prince or fairy…that's a scary thought.

I'm nothing like that.

Yet…

Everyone thinks I am. They have this picture of me that I'm some sort of saint or something. Even the woman I love.

The woman I love.

Yikes.

My life really sucks. I have thousands of girls who want me (even a few guys…*shiver*), I get sexually harassed by my employers, and the only woman I love hates me.

How does that make me a fairy prince?