#21 Fool
His pale skin and slight frame makes him deceptively fragile looking... but woe to the fool that assumes he's an easy target. He might be the lone human of our ragtag band - but I believe he is the toughest bastard of all of us. And it's not just his deadly aim with that cursed gun, or his command of the maten sutra. It's that devil in his eyes - that piercing purple stare that defies even the gods. It's his fierce spirit that commands his frail human flesh to his will, overcoming all weakness and flaws. He pushes the limits - hell, he renders them meaningless with that impatient " 'Ch! " The man is divinity sheathed, and only I have the privilege of being his willing fool. ... A fool in love.
... I was a holy fool. Dead eyes, as the Sanbutsushin put it, and an empty soul and a withered heart to go with them. I felt things to the extreme; yet the numbness covered it all and I clutched it to me like a blanket. It took an old geezer to crack open my eyes, and a chibi brat of a monkey to pry off the shell that encased my soul. ... And this red-headed devil to literally pump his blood through this wizened heart and awaken me to life... and lust... and yes, to love.