2. Malchik Gay - T.A.T.U
He was watching. He didn't know why, but he was.
The teen beside him huffed, arms crossed. The fish glanced upwards at his charge, scaled brow knitted. They only had a few hours at the high school these days, when the blue genius decided he wanted to behave enough to go. And every lunch period, he would camp out under a tree and -stare- at him. Watching the young hero, being crooned and petted by a group of young people.
Minion didn't understand. He did-spying on the enemy and all-but he…just didn't get it. He never did anything different. He stood there, smiling, flexing his obnoxious muscles, telling jokes and occasionally flashing a mocking smile their way. Nothing changed.
And then, he saw him.
He was a non-descript boy. Thin, and pretty for a human. Minion had seen him among the admirers a few times, but today was different. Today, he inched closer to the young hero. Today, he touched his leg, smiling. Today, they brushed hands.
The fish turned to his master. The blue face was etched in pain.
"…Sir?"
The teen quietly rose to his feet.
"…Let's go, Minion." Then he turned and stalked away.