Irony
It's odd how it seems my comrades come to be. As though the more one initially intended to kill me, the closer our bonds were knit together. I can't blame them for their intentions, a lowly sinner as myself, with every deservance of death, yet the later effect is still something of a mystery to me.
You become closest to those you hate. I've learned from experience, that caring for someone can bring up a mask, a desire to protect them from the worst secrets, to protect them from oneself. One's greatest enemies, then become one's greatest loves, as they obsess to dig deeper into the darkest pits of the soul, searching for more reasons to hate, to kill, to justify their pain.
Perhaps that is why Sano and I found such a strange bond. To him, I represented everything that stood against him, everything that had stolen his childhood, his loved ones, his dreams. To him, I was the worst kind of murderer, and we both knew it. Somehow, though, the glass broke, like it often does, and somehow, he saw something that he related to within this unworthy one. It was after that, that we both trusted each other without a doubt. How strange is it, that I don't mistrust him, or he I?
I contemplate this, as I watch him sleeping carelessly stretched out upon the grass on the dojo lawn. He looks so careless, so defenseless as though he knows that I would never betray or let anything happen to him.
And that, I most certainly wouldn't.
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(A/N: PS, to Ice BlueArctic Azure. This is intended to be short. Hence it is a 'drabble.' :) I'm not quite as proud of this second one, but hopefully they'll get better)