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Virtues Chapter 1

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She looked at me with no care, no feelings or any regret. I cursed her mutely while fondling the dirk hidden in my hands. Regardless of whether she knew it, her words had disgraced me beyond contemplation, beyond my virtue of good-will. The shining dagger within my eyes was staring blackly at her face, forever hoping an evil demise to her blissful happiness.

But when would the morality of my thoughts go further than the recognition of my virtues? She did not even know that she had manipulated my thoughts and tormented the values of my mind. Though she would have to pay for the unknown extremities she expressed to me. If I did nothing, she would again trot along the plague of memories within my mind. I must get to her soon. I am Boss.

Only at this point did I actually realise Hamtaro was speaking to me. "…so if we repaint the clubhouse red, how much better would it look Boss? Or, how about pink or, or blue, green maybe?" His voice interrupted my thoughts, further igniting the corruption of my virtue. I couldn't unleash my anger on Hamtaro, he did nothing to deserve it.

"Maybe a sort of pale-white for the upstairs, and perhaps a darker tone on the bottom." I spoke my reply with a steady tone so as he would take no notice of my cold thoughts. Yet they were still consuming me, I hearkened attentively to hear his words.

"Cool, I'll go ask Bijou, she might have some idea's." He gave me a happy smile, my heart became heavy through the thought that my actions may deeply hurt the ham-hams. I aggressively shrugged it off, storming from the clubhouse in a silent rage.

The usual familiar noises of the park and fellow ham-hams has never sounded so obscure. It gave an impression of love, of happiness. These were false impressions. I could not bear to have the noises continually attacking my ears. The river was a stones-throw distant. I walked in a quick stride, when I reach the damp banks I threw my head into the water. That got rid of the noise, I kept my head submerged for minute, not breathing and letting the currents sooth my head, my thoughts…and my virtues.

As soon as my ears came to surface, the noises came back; they were everywhere around me. I glanced behind me, and sure enough; the ham-hams were beginning to depart home…to their owners. My thoughts kept within the boundary of my mind as I walked to them.

Bijou was flirting with Hamtaro, Pashmina playing with her scarf with Penelope. Sandy was chatting up Maxwell whilst everyone else was talking amongst themselves.

"Bonjour Boss, I have not seen you for a while, are you alright?" Bijou's voice strung high notes in my ears. I cared not for her anymore, my reply was in vain. "Yes Bijou I'm okay…so you and Hamtaro are walking home together then?

"Umm, oui, yes, moi and Hamtaro are going home at ze same time, so we might az well walk togezer"

It figured. As I grew distant from Bijou, Hamtaro gets closer. I don't care anymore. "Alright, be safe. It's dangerous on the roads. At least you're both walking together, you shouldn't have any troubles." If they did have any trouble, with any one, at any time. Rest assured. I would be a murderer.

Howdy and Dexter were having their usual bitch, and Stan was trying to chat up Pashmina. They were sluts, all of them, relationships, sex, whatever else they do. I don't care about, nothing will deter me from my goal.

Needing something to do; I examined the relationships in which they all had with each other. With me.

I watched the sun slowly disintegrate into the mountains in the background, few hams took much notice of it. Those who did at least had some appreciation of life. Yet I still doubted whether any of them deserved much life at all.

I noticed Sandy at my side, Maxwell must have left. She was looking in the same direction as me. "Hey Boss, it looks beautiful doesn't it. But…sometimes it's hard to notice it." She paused to look at me. Her eyes connected with mine. It couldn't meet them. I glanced hastily at the floor while she continued to try to look into my eyes. I realised, who does not deserve to look at whom? Do I not deserve to look at her? Or does she not deserve to look at me?

I think she noticed I could not bear to meet her eyes. She turned away to make me more comfortable.

"Hey sis." The voice I knew well. Stan.

Sandy walked over to him to answer his calls.

I was alone…again. I am always alone. Perhaps it is only the darkness in my past that drives me to always being, somehow, directly or indirectly caused by me, to be alone. Still, I didn't like the feeling of emptiness, currently surrounding me.

Pashmina was walking by while trying to avoid the awkward questions of Howdy and Dexter. She wasn't even looking where her feet were taking her and she walked right into me. She fell backwards. Me, being the large, rock that I am, was not pushed the tiniest bit. But that was no excuse for knocking Pashmina over.

Howdy and Dexter collided with each other trying to rush forward to pick her up. I grasped her hand even before she could recognise what had happen. Her hands were warm and dry. Not cold and sweaty like mine. I pulled her from the ground and stood her on her feet.

" Oh, sorry Boss. I umm, err… wasn't looking were I was going."

"Simple mistake, sorry to be in your path."

I expected her to laugh, or give me a smile. No, she walked away. To where she was walking before she had barged into me. So what? What do I care?

Time passed the sun had set. It gleamed red, yellow, and orange in my eyes. I didn't even blink. When they all were starting to leave; I took up the dirk and clenched it in my paw. Blood ran down my to my wrists and past my elbows. I didn't even feel the pain, let alone the blood.

It was time.

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