Did something like this for X and Trigun and now I'm doing it for HE. Uh... whee? I think I might continue this with other characters in other chapters, but for the moment, these are five points of view all on Youzen with spoilers for the Sennin War (don't know what the Sennin War is? Then you're about to get spoiled yeehaw). Why did I start with him? Why not? .... does this even count as a fic?

*inserts standard "I am poor. Sue me not." disclaimer here*



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I want to tear into his flesh, shred it. I want to hear his screams, his pleas, his cries for mercy. I want to hear that bone snap and crunch and the tendons twist and lap that salty crimson off his remains. I want to rip him open, pull out his insides and play his intestines like a harp, feel the slick surface under my nails. Cry, cry me a river with your crocodile tears, you piece of shit. You have no idea what I've been through, but I'll show you. Oh I'll show you how it feels to lose everything. To go from the top to the bottom, just like that. Liar. You make me sick. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you I hate you IhateyouIhateyouIHATEYOUIHATEYOU!!!



It burns. I hiss, my skin hisses, as it makes contact. I want to stop, I want to just fall forward and collapse, let my mind go and not feel the sharp pain anymore. I can't though. He's depending on me. Clinging to me. It reminds me of old times. Happier times. Times when the rain didn't burn. Just damp and cold. I wish, sometimes, foolishly, that I could go back to those times. I'm turning into an old man. I'm turning into a corpse. This really... really burns... I'm sorry that I couldn't do more for you. That I couldn't be a proper father to you and make you forget the man who gave you away. That I can't help you anymore. This.... is all that I can do for you.... protect you from the rain, this last time.



He thinks he's so amazing. He is, I suppose. Strong. Damn strong. I'd like to fight him, a guy like that, but he's sneaky. I don't like that in a fight. It should be simple. Muscle to muscle. Paopei to paopei or whatever. He's too sneaky. Not as bad as that Taikoubou, no, but still. He should hold still and let me blow his sneaky little head off sometime. Hn.



I don't like him. I should. I'm sure Youzen-kun is a wonderful person. He's kind, if a little cold but I suspect that's only to protect himself. A lot of people are like that; they wear masks. Youzen-kun is one such person. I should sympathize with that. I do understand it. I wear a mask too. But.... the way Bou-chan looks at him.... the way both of their masks relax and almost drop around each other.... Youzen-kun is still guarding himself, still hiding something, but it's still being lowered, ever so slightly. You can see it in his eyes. I don't like what I see. I shouldn't.



Perfect. Must be perfect. Must be human. No no, don't eat meat. No no, hide your horns. No no, don't bite your Master's finger as he waves it at you. I remember, peering out the window and watching the humans pass. No one ever saw me. I was careful. Master said to be careful. I remember watching them go by and wondering why they didn't have horns and why they laughed and smiled and why this placed smelled so funny and so different from home. Master smiled, patted me on the head and said it's because they were human. Human. Humans were strange but I had to be one too. So I learned to impersonate and hide. Must be human too. Must be perfect. Must be smiling, must not have horns, must not show weakness. Perfect. Must not let my Master down.