Author's note – Still not my property… but thanks Yami Maleci for your kind review. Here's Nagi for your reading pleasure.
The kid spares me a glance as he traipses through the sitting-room to dump his stuff after school and seems unaffected by the way I track his movement with my single eye. Which is a shame, I know my habit of watching people like that is creepy and I like it that way. He returns with food and some homework. He switches on the television and changes the station away from the shojo anime they were showing to something sedate. He watched old people television when he is doing his homework. Mind you, his choice still leans to the soothing even when watching for his own pleasure.
Crawford comes in and comments on a few things. Nagi nods and makes a note of them. He's a good boy, always obeying Crawford, strange that a little control freak like him should be so… almost passive when it comes to the orders of our leader. He's still a child where it counts, so the uniform is like an armour, that hard, dead stare warns off the unwary and if all else fails the telekinesis swats his irritating flies without him touching anything. He remains unstained. But not where it counts.
He has killed, not as many as we older three, but enough that the whole company of Heaven weeps for his lost innocence. I chuckles softly at that thought and he looks up, those wary dark eyes fixing on me with the confidence of one who can put me on the floor without breaking a sweat. He does not fear much outside of himself, but the fear inside him makes up for that deficit. He fears the nightmares of his past, he fears getting too close, but most of all he fears his own emotions. He got a bit of a shock at what happened last time he got really angry.
I thought it was quite funny, it reminded me of that movie, Blues Brothers the way the building fell and we all stood up from the ruins. Pity the noisy little blue one had survived. Now he tries to keep an even tighter rein on himself, he even fears love these days….
I wait for the moment he breaks down completely and everything I know that happens in that head is suddenly released in one immense orgy of violence. I think it should be like an apocalypse and I shall stand and watch his masterwork as it unfolds….