He saw her shrug a little, "Maybe I don't 'Tooth, but I know more bout you than most others."
"What happend ta not usin' my memories 'gainst me, kid?" he spat out, this started to irritate him -- all the more reason to try to get rid of her. Walking over to the what used to be a house of his, she appeared in front of him. "C'mon 'Tooh, ya know this ain't goin' against the deal -- and ain't ya curious what I see in that noggin o' yers?" her current attitude just didn't make sense in his mind. First she had that confused look when she first saw the runt and now she's all cocky and playful -- like she's trying to hide her true emotions.
Of course, he didn't have trouble deciphering them before. His sense of smell could track any emotion, but he couldn't smell a ghost now -- could he. For now he'd go along with this game until he could pull what he needed from her.
"What makes ya say that, cause ya can read my mind?" He pointed to his own mind as he walked past her, "listen kid many have tried but --"
"Failed," she interrupted him, he glared at her -- she smiled in response, "Even if I didn't read ya mind, I knew why you wouldn't kill Wolvie."
Back up, the kid stated that she figured him -- he snorted, "Didn't ya just see me throw him off that cliff -- not even he'd survive that with the wounds on him," he bluffed. He just really wanted to shut up the kid.
"Tsk, Tsk 'Tooth, ya know as well as I do that he'd survive the fall," she called his bluff as he tried to focus her voice out of his head, "Hell, he'd been through worse," she paused for a minute, "No, I think ya want him alive." she responded with newfound assurance.
This made Creed stop dead in his tracks, "Of course I do, I want him to --"
"Suffer, hurt, maimed, destroyed, yadda, yadda, yadda," she interrupted him again, "does one of those words fit."
He growled at her, he didn't need this now. He came close to the remains of the cabin. She became silent for a while and he loved every minute of that silence -- until he saw her open her mouth.
"Ya know what I think," She started to say. "Ways ta be thankin' me for not killin' yer precious 'Wolvie' -- leavin' me the hell alone should be on top of that list kid," now it was his turn to interrupt her; he got a glare as his reward.
"You'll beat him to an inch of his life, but ya can't kill him," this sounded like a challenge to him.
"I can kill the runt kid, I'll go down there and rip his face off right now," his bravado rising, he could kill the runt -- easily.
"What'd ya goin' ta do after ya kill him then?" she question him. He never actually thought of the 'after'. All these decades he'd been consumed with the thought of trying to kill him.
"Sure ya could kill people for fun afterwards, but you'll feel empty, like when ya beat Wolvie right now," she continued he heard her confidence build, "Yer feud has been keepin' ya alive for decades -- you'd need him to be alive to keep ya alive."
The realization hit him like fireworks exploding in his head. He had countless battles with the runt and whenever he had 'free time,' his thoughts were always on how to get back at his rival.
"Confess 'Tooth, ya like the hunt more than the kill with Wolvie," He just wanted to take that smug look away from her.
"If I confess that," he plotted the perfect plan to shut her up as an evil grin gleamed across his face, "then ya gotta admit ya love the runt," he pointed it out to her. He knew she loved the runt. The times she followed him around when she was thirteen. The chance looks she gave the oblivious runt.
His completed his objective, the smug look on her face switched to one of silent contemplation, "I don't love Wolvie, 'Tooth," she gave a quick answer and turned her head away from him.
"Yer lyin' kid," he pressed it on. He didn't need his sense of smell to notice that; besides, she got him on the 'not killing runt' issue, he'd get her on the 'she loves Wolvie' issue.
He saw her shake her head like a kid -- unbefitting for someone with her adult figure, "I had a crush on him when I was younger, but I grew out of it," she finally splurted out.
"I doesn't seem like it kid, when ya called out his name, the fear on your face when I was about to kill him -- just say those three words and we're even," he didn't like being showed up by the kid. She had limited power over him now, but she loosened up a bit -- her mistake.
Her face twisted in agony, "I couldn't love him -- not the way he wanted it from me," she replied quickly as though the words were like a shot -- something quick and painless.
"Whadya mean 'what he wanted from ya kid', he wanted yer poontang and yer afraid of his little twig of his ta scar ya," he pounced on the opportunity to harm her. He expected a witty retort; yet, she stayed silent. Her eyes focused on the golden, crisp maple leaves and ash of his house strewn all over the ground.
"You know nothin' bout me 'Tooth, nothin'!" she yelled at him, floating through him and towards the cabin. He finally got to the core of her true emotions. He must remember what path he took to get there because this is what he wanted.
"I can say the same!" he half-heartedly yelled back. He unknowingly hit the spot that she knowingly hit on him a while back. He should be thoroughly enjoying her suffering; yet, something was off with this small victory.
"There might be some stuff left in your cabin, I'll check it out," she told him without turning her head back, interrupting his thoughts. If it wasn't for his good hearing, he would've missed that. He saw her float dejectedly towards the ash.
"Yeah," he sedately agreed as he followed her. They'd better get going soon. After a fall like that, the runt would be come back to the same spot within an hour.