A/N: First time just writing Damien. Finally. I love this character so much ;_o Also, welcome to the character name chapter. Ine Mie is my characters name (strictly only Damien's route mc name)

Damien had suspected a lot of things about Ine Mie. One was that she was incredibly stupid. He had later made an addendum and just decided she was incredibly naïve, but he normally thought the two were one in the same.

He would never on Earth or the Otherworld have ever suspected or believed he would fall in love with her.

He'd dated plenty of girls who were daring. (daring in ways she couldn't think of without blushing)

He'd dated prettier girls. (oh, much prettier)

He'd dated smarter girls. (oh, so much smarter, and it'd been so much more of a challenge)

Yes, he'd dated girls who were just as good as her. Perhaps the only thing they weren't as good at was running, but that was up for debate.

So why?

Why did her golden hair lying on the floor seem tragic? Why did he want to brush it out of her face and see her open her blue eyes again? Why couldn't he stand to see the tears on her face, or the pain that still shone so clearly in her even now that she wasn't conscious.

And why above all else had he not realized until then?

He screamed. He threw his hands against the floor and screamed at her again.

"Why?" he demanded furiously of her. But the feeling in his gut grew even stronger as he noticed there was no way she could respond to him.

He wanted to caress her. To hold her. To kiss her. To fuck her. To love her. To take her away to his shy beginnings of a kingdom and a dream and make her his Queen like it or not, and he wanted to strangle her to. And if he couldn't do the latter, why didn't he just kill himself, because it would be as good as destroying everything he had ever worked for?

But as Damien Ramsey stared at the brave little horse girl who was so naïve that she had believed in him, he couldn't shake his feelings. He lifted her head and cradled the pale hand that bled steadily with his other hand. "Why?" he asked the girl who could not answer. "Why do I love you, Ine?"

She did not answer.

He silently lowered her head and put his other hand on her wrist as well. A shimmer of green and the flow had stopped, and she would live. He ran his fingers across her cheek silently before the appearance of that accursed woman chased him off.

But he could not help but turn back and look for a moment at the girl lying on the floor.

If only for a moment.