"You want what?" Hakka exclaimed, still half way under the bed. This revelation took him aback. Zen, the Zen, Zero. The man who had showed no emotion besides anger and hate since his memory disappeared a month ago with the General at the Military base, he wanted something with more substance. This certainly was something new. Hakka got up and sat at the small table across from the bed, thousand of thoughts in his mind racing.
Zen's cool, nonchalant gaze fell upon Hakka's still confused face, showing no emotion, as if what he just said never was. Zen, still holding the box of condoms broke the moment of silence with, "I said, I'm over the cheap whores. I want a new unused toy. It gets boring playing with something that every man in the city has played with." Zen propped himself up with his hands leaning a bit towards Hakka. "You know that feeling don't you? The pain of wanting something so bad, but it's unattainable, unless, of course, you're me." A smirk crossed his face in the most unnatural of ways, almost menacing.
Hakka, still a bit shocked, shook his head to even begin to hear what Zen was saying. It took him a moment to break his gaze from Zen's cold, unforgiving, even a bit sadistic smile. How had this man figured him out so easily? Even though it was just a nagging feeling that he refused to believe himself, Zen pinpointed the feeling like he almost knew. But of course Zen was surly bluffing. He deceived, stole, and was notorious for his one night stands, so could what he said really be trusted.
Recomposing himself Hakka said, "Yeah I know that feeling. But I wouldn't know what being you feels like, I've never bothered to try. Turning evil for my reason is acceptable. But you, you're just pure satanic Zen. I don't want to be like that." This defense was the only wall Hakka could put up as he shifted awkwardly in his chair, brushing his hair from his eyes in a queer fashion.