XxxAutumnBlissxxX: HOLY CRAP I AM SUCH A TERRIBLE PERSON! I am so sorry I haven't updated, SERIOUS writers block…. But I'm finally back! Again it's pretty short, but I'm working towards something, I promise! And I'll try not to disappear this time… Hope you enjoy :3
For even a demon trapped in hell is no stranger to love.
He couldn't understand why, but this girl intrigued Soul to no end. Her emerald green eyes sparkled in the light. A small smiled graced her features. She pulled her blonde hair in taught pigtails, highlighting her innocence. He noticed she bounced when she walked. And she hummed. Slightly off key, but seemingly angelic none the less.
He also noticed with certain interest her usual outfit. White button up shirt, green striped tie, and yellow sweater vest covered her torso. Below, a red plaid skirt swayed side to side as she walked. All innocent enough, but then there were her black combat boots, complete with white buckles adorning the sides. It threw off every thought of innocence and gave her a feeling of danger. He loved it.
For weeks, Soul hadn't been able to stop himself from following her around. So much to the point where he knew her daily routines by heart. She exited her small apartment at vaguely nine, sometimes eating her breakfast along the way. She went to the library every morning, exiting nearly two hours later. Off to the park, where she would always seem to find someone she knew to talk to. After pulling out a book, a new one every day, she would sit and read until noon. Then she would head into town for lunch. Then the rest of the day she would spend with a friend, or who he thought of as her friends, or she would just head back to her apartment for the rest of the day.
He hated when her routine changed. Because when it did, it meant she was him. Soul couldn't place it, but something about the thought of her with him made his skin crawl. With his golden eyes, black hair with white stripes on one side, his neat suits and gentlemanly behavior that was painfully obvious from across the street.
He just seemed so perfect and it made Soul want to puke.
He had heard that these feelings were signs of jealousy, but Soul scoffed at the very thought. He is a demon, for Lord Death's sake! His crimson eyes made grown men quake in fear, and his sharp teeth put a shark to shame. If anything, that measly human should be jealous of Soul and his distinct power over his weak kind!
His good mood ruined by the appearance of him, he walked off down the street, to spend the day in his own quiet home. Maybe someone will come by to play his game. Soul licked his lips at that thought. A human soul sounded really good right now…
Preferably his.