Chapter seven

After 1 week…

Chase Young walked around his place. It seemed quieter and less fun. He looked at the dungeon she was once held in. he smirked as he remembered that day when she was captured…

After 4 weeks

Chase ate his dragon soup in silence. Wuya didn't dare speak, and Jack was at his house tonight. Chase looked across the table where Kira sat that night he went ballistic. He remembered the fear in her eyes and the fright in her voice when she screamed "let me go!"… He looked back at his soup and smiled.

She hesitantly took a spoonful and slid it in her mouth. She went green and spat it out gagging. Chase looked at her. "I'm sorry! I guess I don't eat mystical creatures," she apologized. Chase smiled at the comment. He enjoyed her sense of humor…

After 10 weeks

Chase Young strolled through the gardens. He took in all the beauty, and silence. He could have sworn he heard a feminine sigh and a male's grunt. He remembered the smell of Cherry blossoms every time she came near him.

She flipped high in the air, landing on Chase's shoulders, sending him back a few steps. Chase grabbed her foot and slammed her hard on the ground. Kira hopped back up and kicked him in the stomach… but he quickly caught her foot and gave a small playful tug, leading her to fall on her face. "Can't you see? I'll never beat you," she said, wiping her mouth. Chase smirked. "One day you will…" he said, brightening her spirits. She kicked him again, but he caught her foot. "But that will be when all hell freezes over," he added, tugging on her. She landed on her but for the 15th time in 20 seconds. "I must say, you are quick." He mused, turning around. "Thanks," she said, getting back up.

After 16 weeks…

Chase Young sat on his throne in boredom. "Why don't you set fire to some villages? That usually cheers you up," Jack suggested. Chase rolled his eyes. "What makes you think I am upset?" he asked coolly. Jack stepped back. "N-no reason…" he shivered. Wuya waltzed into the room. "You like her, didn't you?" Jack asked. Chase sighed angrily. "I hated everything about that insolent girl." he hissed. 'I must admit… I do miss her voice………..HEY! WAIT! I AM EVIL. I AM THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS! I AM NOT CAPABLE OF THOSE EMOTIONS!' Chase thought, making facial expressions. "Angry, sad, happy, constipated, guilty…" Wuya counted the faces. Chase stood up. "I do not want her back!" he boomed. He gracefully walked to a near by window that overlooked his lands. "But why do I care if she is hurt or not?" he asked himself. Jack popped up from behind Chase. "Because you love her." He chimed. Chase swatted him away. "I am not capable of the emotion: Love." He stated. "Who says? The prince of darkness can do what ever he wants," Jack said proudly. "No… he can't" Chase muttered. Jack looked at Wuya for back up. Wuya looked up from her nail filing. "You like her." She stated to Chase, not caring if she was being out of character. Chase held up his hands in defeat. "Fine! So I admit I can stand her! But it is not 'love'!" he shouted. Jack shrugged. "What ever. I know you're just dying to see if she's alright." He said, walking away. Wuya rolled her eyes. "Love. Blah! Who needs it?" she muttered, walking away.