for all the perverted people ((I haven't read any of my reviews yet...so there might be nobody with this idea...)): the condoms in the previous story has nothing to do with the story, it was just a joke...'cuz I thought it would be really weird seeing Kharl, like so. Also, I just wanted to stress the Street Market area being busy, crowded, and all.

...I shouldn't be writing rated R things anyway...

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Since this fanfic is in Kharl's POV

Italics are Master Kharl's thoughts

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My Only Son

Chapter 4

The cafe, fortunately, wasn't anything like the street markets--it wasn't too quiet either. I sat down at a small table with Star.

"Is there anything that you'd like?" a waiter came up to me.

"Just some water would be fine." Star said. The waiter stared at her for a moment, a bit shocked I'd say. I guess humans do have a sense for different races of Dusis...but they probably don't understand what they see.... Such slow creatures.

"Same here." I said, not knowing what a human would drink.

I took the snacks out of the bag, setting them across the table.

"That bag must've been heavy if you carried this much." Star was looking at the table, now covered in snacks.

"Oh well, eat up." I said, biting into my favorite moon-cake, "So anyway...What was the title of the book called?"

I noticed that one of those comical sweat drops began to appear on her head.

"It's a library, there are many books."

"The book with me in it."

"It was just a book on legends of passed, that's all."

"Are you implying that people think I'm dead?!?"

"Well...you are human, aren't you?"

Me? Human? A scary thought. What moron would think I am human? Yes, I have the human anatomy but it is the demonic blood that keeps me apart.

"Here." Star handed me the book, Legends of the Passed. Whoo-hoo, I'm dead. Star, and I were at the library, of course. It was quite an empty library, it would seem that almost nobody reads anymore. So quite alone, except for the librarians at the counter, it would seem a hundred of shelves from the front door. Books...who could not love them?...except for these people....

" 'Kharl the Alchemist...destroyer of mankind'...hm...I'm a villain in this little story." I smiled, it was truly amusing, this book.

"Well...this book is fictional." said Star.

Yes, very much, face-fault.

"But still, aren't you afraid?" I asked, cornering her to the wall, in between the shelves, "Even this is a fictional book, I'd say it portrays my personality quite well."

I put both of my hands on the wall, astride to her face.

"I could kill you right now...just wouldn't you like that?" I asked.

As far as I knew, I couldn't see any fear in her eyes, which was a bit of an annoyance. Either she was stoic, or she truly wasn't afraid.

"Then kill me if you like." she said quite calmly.

Well...she didn't have any family. So it wouldn't matter if she died.

I took my hands off the wall, and placed them on her cheeks.

"I wouldn't kill you. Even if I could...it would hurt me, more than it would hurt you." I moved my left hand off her cheek. So I could lean my head forward to give a kiss on her cheek.

I clearly remember her face after that, she was quite stunned. Since she hasn't quite come into contact with society, I guess to would seem odd for her even to just do a handshake...Alright, I don't come in much contact either. Except for Garfacy, who somehow is always injured, so I have to help him heal his wounds.

Once Star's paralyzed stare ended, she thrust herself at me. Star wrapped her arms around my waist, and buried her head into my chest. It turned out that she was crying.

I know I can frustrate Garfacy and all. Making the place messy, losing items, being unorganized...though I've never actually kissed him.... But then, he's more of a lab rat, than a lover to me. Did I really do something wrong this time? To Star?

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hm...maybe "perverted" was too harsh of a label...since I wasn't intending to go anywhere with it.

--snake