FML

A Hayate the Combat Butler Fic

By

EvilFuzzy9

A/N: From the maker of FML, I Don't Have Any Friends, Om Nom Nom, Hamster-chan!, and more comes a tale of one boy's hardships – a tale of life and death, hope and despair. A tragic story of loss and regret.

And None Shall Mourn Thee:

In Either Life or Death

A Hayate the Combat Butler Oneshot

By

EvilFuzzy9

Coming soon* to theater near you! (Because if I hype it and the people want it, then I'll have no choice but to finish it.)

*"Soon", here, is a relative term and might have little to no relation to any sane concept of the phrase.

To serve is the lot of the butler. To fight is the lot of the soldier. To love is the lot of the lover. ... But to get screwed over by the universe time and again? THAT is the lot of one Hayate Ayasaki, cosmic plaything and full-time woobie.

And this is his story.

I don't have any friends. None at all. Not even one.

This is to be expected, though.

After all, nobody likes me, nobody cares about me – not enough to consider me a "friend", at any rate.

They are ambivalent to me. They ignore me, for the most part. To them, I am all but a non-entity – just another part of the scenery. And I do my best to keep things this way, to avoid my "peers" whenever possible. Sure, it hurts to be alone, to have no one to depend on, but that pain is no worse than what I feel when I do spend time around my classmates, listening to their conversations and watching their interactions.

Because, when I look at them and see the happiness in their eyes, when I listen to them and hear their carefree words, I know that I can never fit in amongst them. They are innocent, ignorant of the true evils in this world. My suffering -and all suffering in general- is beyond their meager ken. How could they ever hope to comfort me, when they have never seen the things that I have seen? How can they empathize with me, when they have never felt such despair as I have? Such anger? Such melancholy?

They cannot. They are different from me. They are normal. They are happy. They are children.

And I am none of these things. I am not normal. I am not happy. I am not a child.

... I am different. I am weird. I am a freak.

None of them can do the things I can do. I am stronger than they, faster than they, hardier and more resilient than they. My abilities, my attributes, which have all been honed to such extremes by the difficulties and ordeals which I have had to overcome since my earliest years... all these things set me apart from the others as something else. Even if they do not realize it, even if they cannot see it, I am something different from them.

In body as well as in spirit.

And a part of me resents them for this, for their normalcy. Because why should I have to be the freak? Why should I have to be the weirdo, the anomaly? Why should I be the one cursed to this fate?

... why must I be doomed to such hardship and isolation...?

... ... ... fuck my life.

- Hayate Ayasaki

A/N: Here's another chapter of FML. It's a bit on the short side, but I figure you guys'll be happy just for the update. I like it whenever I can sit down and write something up like this in a single sitting, and I am also glad for the return of the Title Drop Arc Words chapter ending. But maybe I'm the only one? Eh, whatever.

Also, between work and the copy of Dissidia Duodecim Final Fantasy that I bought last week (as touched upon by myself in a post in the Spammy McSpam V1.0 thread on The Original Hayate no Gotoku Discussion Forum! here on FF dot net), I do not presently have much time for or interest in writing much at the moment, so you may well want to relish whatever you get for now. 'Kay?

Glad you understand!

(And hopefully I'll at least be able to finish up that oneshot I'm working on...)

TTFN and R&R!