2.
Sayo.
Sayo, who smelled like angel dust and star trails.
Sayo who smelled like Ofanimon's wings and had sharp teeth and a pretty, sweet smile that would kill him one day.
She was a puppy rabbit, her white pups at her heels every second the rabbit was nowhere to be seen. She smiled at him like she meant it, looking at him from across the battlefield like there wasn't a challenge to be had, only a game.
Like him. She was exactly like him.
The only problem was that she was better.
She seemed like it at least. Her pups played dirty, evolving into cats like it was ordinary, just to make her laugh. Her laugh gave her away, too clear, not enough malice. She sparkled. It was brightness. It was annoying. How his former friends (he hadn't seen them in two years) didn't see the light when they grew up nocturnal and chasing monsters was beyond him. Damn them. How unfair.
The commanders had probably thought of it together, to see how long it took the other tamers to notice two of their own weren't right. They never would, of course. Koh was good at this. Even his slip ups didn't get more than a raised eyebrow and a few names across the cafeteria.
Still. That girl made his skin crawl.
She probably noticed. No wonder she laughed.
He would expose her, somehow. If only because it seemed like fun, that was exactly what he would do. Then he'd be the one laughing.