Author's Note: I was playing Chrono Cross, and randomly decided I wanted to read about Janus and Flea and people like that. Then I decided I should write about them. So… this is the product of that thought. Flea's POV.
Apprentice of the Mystics
I hate children. Even when I was a child, I hated children. Nasty, messy, dirty creatures with no manners or sense of grace… Human or Mystic, they're all the same. And so LOUD! I can't stand it! So when I was just becoming a beautiful young man, and that great toad Ozzie brought in the little blue-haired brat, I had to question his sanity. Or perhaps this was a case of punishment, though I wasn't sure if it was for the boy or us. Slash didn't look too pleased either.
"What is THIS?" he asked.
"My imps found it in the hills," Ozzie chortled, pushing the kid a little. "It popped out of some kind of vortex."
I walked up to the boy, and circled him in mild interest. His narrow eyes followed me in distrust.
"You're pretty short," I commented. He bristled and tried to look threatening. "Can he do anything useful, or is he a new toy for us?" I asked Ozzie.
"Gyahaha… He's got some kind of power," Ozzie said. "We'll just have to see what it is, and how we can use it…"
"And if we can't?" asked Slash, in very clipped words for one with such a flat face. "Or if you're wrong, and he's useless? Then what?"
Ozzie shrugged. "Then we tear him limb from limb and feed him to the ogres. Or burn him alive… Hmm…" He smirked, watching the boy's face. The child had gone stiff, but his face showed no fear, only supreme hatred.
Slash, never one for great patience (not that I'm one to talk), stepped up and jabbed the kid with his scabbard. "Well? How would you like to be sliced to pieces?"
The boy's look of hatred intensified. He was almost crying with hate. For a moment he was silent. Then he muttered quietly, "The Black Wind howls… You will perish… ALL of you!" He looked around fiercely. Ozzie laughed heartily. I raised an eyebrow.
"Well yeah, what do you expect," I asked. "Nobody lives forever!"
The boy started to reply, but Ozzie casually knocked him on the head. He crumpled to the ground.
"Put him somewhere out of the way," the green leader of the Mystics said, turning away. "We'll deal with him later." He vanished.
"Just like him to leave us the dirty work," I muttered, glancing at Slash. He nudged the boy with his toe and made a face even more unpleasant than his normal one, if that's possible.
"Well have fun with that thing, because I'm not touching it," he said. I glared at him.
"You think I want to touch it either? I hate kids as much as I hate humans, and if you hadn't noticed, this is BOTH of those things!"
Slash smirked. "Not my problem. Besides… It looks like you." He disappeared before I could throttle him. The bastard. He knew I was sensitive about my looks. I don't have to work that hard to be beautiful. That's not it. It's just that out of all the Mystics in the world, none look more like a human than me. If I put my hair up, it shows off my ears and my more pointed features, so I don't look COMPLETELY human. But I have to try for it.
Staring down at the child in disgust, I tried to improve this disgusting situation for myself. Blue wasn't really a normal hair color for humans (at least I didn't think it was). And his ears looked just a little pointier than most humans'… And at least he wasn't making any noise. I took off my cape and laid it on the floor, and pushed the boy onto it with my foot. Then I picked up the corners and slung the slightly warm bundle over my back.
"Rrg, where does Ozzie expect me to put this brat," I muttered resentfully to myself. "I'm sure as hell not gonna put it in my room. And I'll have to burn my cape now… I'm sure it'll stink forever if I don't…" I tramped all over the castle angrily. Ozzie would want him in some secure place. The dungeons would be ideal. …Though someplace closer to Ozzie and/or Slash would be much more fun. It would serve them both right; Ozzie for bringing the brat, and Slash for insulting me. I finally settled on a dungeon cell below Ozzie's room. It would have to do. When I dumped the kid in it, I saw that he was awake again.
"You'll stay here. And if you're smart, you'll keep quiet," I informed him briefly. He glared at me. I shook out my cape. It didn't smell too bad, but you never know. I balled it up and threw it at him. He narrowed his eyes and flinched, but otherwise didn't move.
"It's just cloth, it won't hurt you, you wimp. Since it's already contaminated, you might as well keep it. And you'd better be grateful for that! Somebody might remember to bring you something to eat tomorrow, but don't count on it!" I laughed darkly.
The child continued to glare at me. I shrugged and disappeared, going back to my room.
Endnote: Well… What do you think? Is everyone in character? Is it worth continuing?
