He watches them; he takes a minute of self-silence to observe them.
So flighty, so free, they have something that he cannot possibly obtain.
With the instincts of a predator and the power potetial of a god, his eyes follow their movements.
Careless, thoughtless.
The boy (because that is what he is and always will be, a boy) knows that he is empty.
He knows that the others wonder to themselves internally 'will the human heart within him win, or will his demon heart be the victor?'.
He himself already knows the answer to that question
neither
He doesnt't have a heart.
No demon heart, no human heart, no human-demon combination.
The boy knows that he is empty; he is the perfect vessel.
But as those that surround him laugh and grow
'Izumo-chan~' Shima
'Baka' Izumo
'Mina...' Konekomaru
'Tch' Bon
he can see they are filled with life and energy, burning sparks.
Perhaps, he wonders (hopes) he can grow a heart and be like them one day too.
For if they're burning sparks, perhaps he can be kindling.
Perhaps they will light a fire and forge a heart.
Wow, this fic is more like a brain-blurt than anything else.
I'm still working on all my others stories, I want to complete them though before I post any more chapters so that I don't constantly disappoint people with long waits between chapters. Life's hectic at the moment, I wont list excuses, because word count will be affected.
I love you guys though and I'm really sorry but thankful to you guys for waiting! (if you're waiting :) ) xx