Looking Down to You
I could never place a finger on it, but I always looked at the little brat. No, no not that perverted kind of looking, but the kind of looking that a big brother does to a little brother. You know, looking after. For some reason, something inside me told me to look after him. I introduced him to the Homunculus world, and it could only be my payback.It was funny, how he looked at me whenever he'd get scared. His big eyes would begin to water, and he'd throw his arms around me. Instinctively, after a bit, I put my arms back around the little one. Stupid child. Homunculi can't have feelings, can we? My mind was telling me otherwise.
Humph. Almost 400 years and NOW I have a conscience?
I think I realized that I cared about the demon child one night when our power went out. Lust, Sloth, and Gluttony had gone out for a bit, and it was the bugger and I. I had placed myself rather perturbed on the couch, my arms crossed, angry at the thought that I had the job to watch the monster that night.
Then it started to storm.
Lightning lit up the house, and thunder rattled the windows, and as soon as the lights went out, a little figure ran down the stairs, and jumped into my cold arms, crying. I was taken aback by this sudden display of affection, but I looked down at him. He was sobbing now. Something inside me, again, told me to put my arms around him. I did, and comforted him. A few shhs…here and some hushes there.
He even started calling me Nii-san after that.
You know what Wrath? I think I'm looking down to ya, buddy.