After what had nearly happened to Takara last night, Zamasu was stunned the girls parents would even allow her to leave the house. Yet here she was, sitting in the park beneath a cherry tree with her face as per usual stuck in a book.

Some how I wouldn't put it past her to have sneaked out just to come here Zamasu thought with a small smirk. The raven haired woman seemed to be the sly type.

"Is reading the only thing you know how to do?" Zamasu inquired, landing a few feet from Takara and admittedly finding amusement in the way she jumped and squealed from his sudden arrival.

"H-huh?" Takara stuttered, not sure what to make of the fairly tall male with pale green skin and white hair that was styled in a Mohawk who had just arrived. When realization dawned on her, she hopped up and ran over to him with a grin. "You're the one who saved me yesterday, right? I didn't think you'd show up!"

Zamasu just gave the overly chipper girl an indifferent expression, not really sure why he had shown up either. Though his cold demeanor didn't seem to be distancing Takara from him for she continued to smile while lightly bouncing on her feet.

"I hope you don't think this is rude, but are you an android? They could create those odd glows like you did last night, too. Of course they used their unique powers for evil," Takara spoke up with a sad look for a moment before her smile returned. "Or are you an alien from another planet. Ooh! Are maybe even an angel?!"

"You human's really are far too curious for your own good," Zamasu sighed out, crossing his arms over his grey and yellow seamed coat. "You were close with angel, but to you mortals, I am more like a God."

Normally most people probably would have burst out into laughter from hearing someone claim that they were 'God' since only a nut job would refer to themselves as being such a potent being, but Zamasu felt a sweat drop rolling down his head since Takara had gotten much too close for comfort, her eyes brightly shining.

"A God? Really?! That's so amazing! I was praying for God to save me from that creep, and I can't believe you actually listened!" Takara exclaimed, her hands clasped together as if she were about to start praying now. "It's strange but lately I've felt like someone's been watching over me…That was you, wasn't it?"

She knew I was there Zamasu wondered with wide eyes, but he was certain someone as weak as her wouldn't be able to sense his presence…He shock off his bewilderment, placing two fingers against Takara's head and shoving her away from him. "You are too close."

Takara let out a small "oof!" because he had used enough force that it caused her to fall on her butt, and she smiled sheepishly as she stood up to dust off the white shorts she wore. "S-sorry about that…So um, will you tell me your name. Unless you'd rather I just call you God?"

"It's Zamasu…."

Why did I tell her my name?

"Zamasu…Well Zamasu, I'm Takara. It's nice to meet you." she said with a kind smile, extending out her hand for him to shake.

Zamasu merely stared at her small hand, making the girl blink when he walked away and over to the tree where she had been sitting, picking up the hard cover book Takara had left on the ground and flipping through its pages in a lazy manner.

"Is this object you carry with you everywhere really so interesting?"

Takara gave him a surprised look, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks while she scratched at her cheek. "Well to me it is…though I suppose some would say its just filthy erotica," she expressed with a sad sigh. "But then they don't realize just how powerful the romance aspect of the story can be."

She giggled, placing her arms behind her back. "Like this story, the two lovers are forbidden to be together because of a curse that was placed on both of their families by a jealous warlock. Yet despite the consequences of their actions, they still find ways to be together no matter what the cost their love might bring." Takara trailed off with a dreamy sigh.

Even though Zamasu wore a disdainful look while he stared down at the book, Takara smiled softly and said, "If you'd like, you can borrow the book to read. And then maybe…you could tell me what you thought of it?"

When Zamasu didn't respond, Takara bit her lip before looking down at the ground. "And maybe if you wanted to…you could come back here next Sunday? The other kids and I don't work on the park then, s-so I'll be here alone…."

"…Perhaps." Zamasu said in a soft voice, standing there a moment feeling strangely conflicted. He glanced at Takara, their eyes meeting for a moment before he turned away from her and vanished; leaving the girl alone once again.

Confused to why he still found such an interest in Takara, Zamasu continued to watch the dark haired girl and the others as they repaired the park, but he also had chosen to show up on the Sunday's like the human female had asked. Often they would just sit in silence, reading the books she brought or he would listen to her talk about random things. Yes the girl's vibrancy tended to annoy him quite often, but he found that he didn't entirely hate her presence.

And yet, the month really had soared by with only one more day left that he had to remain here, and then he would return to Lord Gowasu. He would have no reason to visit earth any longer….

"Your awful quiet today, Zamasu. Even more so than usual," Takara spoke up with light concern, staring at his form that was sitting underneath the tree with his eyes closed next to her. He never sat too close to her, and would tend to shove her away if she ever invaded his personal space.

"I have a lot on my mind, but it's nothing that should concern you." Zamasu muttered. No. He supposed it did concern her, yet that's what frustrated him. Why should he feel guilty about abandoning her? That he knew she would be expecting to see him every Sunday or even feel him watching her during the week, but he would never be there?

Takara rubbed at her head since she was used to Zamasu being cold and distant, but that was one of the things she liked about him. He was a complete mystery that she wanted to unravel. And though she had the feeling he didn't care much for her kind…she wanted him to see that earthlings' and the things they had created weren't so bad.

Normally he would scoff at the food and objects she brought for him to try or taste, tea seeming to be the only thing on earth that he could actually tolerate. But she had also discovered he had a bit of a sweet tooth when she had brought some chocolate and had caught him eating the entire box when he believed she wasn't looking.

So she hoped what she had today would catch his interest….

"What are you holding against my cheek?" Zamasu questioned when feeling something cold on his face, his grey eyes opening in mild irritation.

"Ice cream. Well, it's a chocolate popsicle to be exact," Takara answered with a small laugh when he had snatched the object out of her hand.

Zamasu raised a brow and tore off the white paper that covered it, frowning at the less than pleasing looking treat that was attached to a stick. "You actually want me to consume this?"

"Trust me. It tastes better than it looks," Takara encouraged, letting out a small whimper before giving him the puppy dog look. "So pretty please, would you try it?"

A heavy sigh left Zamasu's lips, but he decided to indulge the woman and gave a very small lick to the cold desert. He was surprised to find that its taste wasn't displeasing.

"You liked it? I'm so glad!" Takara chirped when noticing his normally emotionless orbs had lit up for a brief moment. When he simply turned away from her, Takara smiled since she had noticed a very small pink patch on his cheeks. Despite always being so composed, it looked like he could get embarrassed just like anyone.

Eating on her own popsicle, Takara closed her eyes happily since a silence had fallen between them again, but it was a comfortable one. Other then Leo, there hadn't been many guys she had felt so at ease around. But everything she said or did around Zamasu seemed to come so naturally.

I'm sure he isn't too fond of me. Not like I'd wish him to be….

Takara quickly shook away her thoughts and the sadness that was starting to fester inside of her, tossing the popsicle stick in a nearby trashcan and moving over to the small flowerbed that contained a variety of flowers.

"I still can't believe how nice the park has started to look. Everyone's done such a nice job," Takara voiced, gently plucking a buttercup and twirling it around in her hand.

Zamasu didn't say anything, but he would admit that the area had turned out more pleasant than he would have first believed. There were benches for people to sit in, the fountain now had nice clean water good enough to drink, the playground no longer looked like it would collapse the moment kids climbed onto the structures, and there were flowers all around.

"Now what are you doing?" Zamasu drawled out with an indifferent expression since Takara was leaning much too close to him, holding a little yellow flower underneath his throat.

"Seeing if you like butter. And from the pretty yellow glow, I'd say you like it almost as much as you do chocolate~" Takara hummed out with a playful smile.

When Zamasu firmly grabbed her wrist, Takara quickly placed her other hand on his shoulder so she wouldn't topple on top of him from the way he jerked her where her face was rather close to his.

"S-sorry! I got too close again, didn't I?" Takara said meekly, her face heating up from the intense look that was in Zamasu's piercing orbs. She couldn't understand why he was looking at her like that, but it was making her heart beat hard enough where she wouldn't be surprised if it jumped right out of her chest. Just like in the old cartoons she used to watch.

Some how, Zamasu found that Takara didn't look as plain the way he first perceived her to be. Her green eyes always seemed to sparkle, and they were shifting from side to side, appearing unable to meet his own. Her lips were lightly chapped, yet they were a gentle pink and admittedly looked soft to the touch. And the way she would often bite on her lower lip he found to be slightly attractive.

And her scent…Had it always been this nice? It was fresh like the flowers she seemed so fond of. Pure in a way. Something he wouldn't surmise could come from a girl who had such a…unique attraction to a book that wasn't necessarily suitable to one of her age group.

"Come here tomorrow alone. As early as you can," Zamasu instructed lowly.

"H-huh?" Takara said with a small squeak, not really able to say anything else.

"Will you come?"

"Y-yes. Yes, I will." Takara said with a weak smile, her face still quite rosy when Zamasu stood up with her, his firm and strong hand still gripping onto her wrist.

Zamasu smirked, surprising the girl even further when he placed a hand on her head before walking away. Tomorrow he'd tell her that he would have to leave. And perhaps, he could convince Takara to come with him. It might be selfish of him to ask her to leave everyone behind, but the fascination he had developed for this human was growing stronger. Strong enough where he didn't want to let this creature go.

Arriving a little after 7am, Zamasu was surprised to see that Takara was already there. He had taken to staying in an abandoned cabin he had come across in the mountainside, so he was a bit later to arrive at the park than he had intended. Yet the girl wasn't alone, and she was holding out her hands defensively in front of her, clearly trying to reason with a man who was in tattered clothing.

What happened next occurred in slow motion, but Zamasu wasn't quick enough to react when the man pulled out a knife and stabbed Takara; a look of utter surprise on her face before she fell to the ground. The man seemed startled by what he had done, and he shakily grabbed the bag Takara had on her before running from his crime.

But he wouldn't get far….

"D-don't…." Takara managed to croak out when Zamasu landed beside her, grabbing onto his baggy blue pants when seeing him forming that glowing ball of light he had told her was called Ki in his hand.

"Why? Tell me why I shouldn't dispose of him?!" Zamasu yelled, pure anger in his eyes as the energy in his hand grew larger.

"Because…he was scared. A lot of human's still are…We had to scavenge for so long just to survive…Many are still getting used to living the way we once did…They feel that they have to steal in order…in order to stay alive…." Takara told him with a weakened smile.

Zamasu nearly threw the purple energy at the man who was getting further and further away, but it slowly died down in his hand and he fell to his knees; his teeth gritted while his hands were gripped into tight fists.

"Th-thank…you…I'm sorry. I got…blood on you…." Takara apologized, seeing her fingerprints on his pants. She had been holding onto her wound, but had let go when realizing what Zamasu was about to do; more of the crimson liquid pouring from her side and staining the ground.

"Stop talking…." Zamasu told her firmly, a dark line having formed over his eyes. He could feel her energy beginning to slip away. She was dying, and with all his power, there was nothing he could do to stop it...

Despite the pain she was in, how cold her body was becoming, and how difficult it was to speak, a smile was still on Takara's face. "T-there's something I want to…ask you? I've never…never been kissed before. S-so-"

Her words were cut off by a pair of warm lips on top of hers-Takara's teary eyes growing wide for a moment since she hadn't expected Zamasu to do such a thing before they closed. He was pressing down a bit too hard on her mouth, but she could feel all of his emotions pouring out just through that one simple kiss. His confliction, regret, anger, guilt, and even love….

Thank you…Zamasu. I just wish we could have had…more time together….

Zamasu pulled back, his face completely impassive as he stared down at Takara's unmoving form. He wiped the tears that stained her cheek away, noticing that a smile still remained on her cold face…Lifting her up, he placed her form against the cherry tree they had often sat under. If it weren't for the blood that covered her clothes, it would almost appear like she was sleeping.

He wasn't sure how long he stood there trying to suppress the rage that was attempting to consume him, managing to calm himself before he returned to Gowasu. He didn't want the elder Kai to sense the darker emotions that he was feeling…Taking a calming breath, he vanished, appearing next to the small table where Gowasu sat.

"Welcome back, Zamasu? How was your journey?" Gowasu asked with a faint smile. He rose a brow noticing that his apprentice was his usual composed self, but there was something off about him. And then, he happened to spot the blood on his pants. "Zamasu…did something happen?"

"No, Lord Gowasu. It's nothing you need be concerned with," Zamasu voiced, giving a low bow before making his way toward the oriental styled building that contained their basic housing facilities. "Allow me to clean up before making us some tea."

Gowasu merely nodded, watching Zamasu with light concern as he disappeared into the dark vicinity. His focus on his apprentice, he didn't even notice the presence with malevolent intentions that had appeared behind him until it was too late….

Having changed into a fresh pair of clothes, Zamasu emerged from the building with his head hanging low, only for him to glance up and see the body of his master laying on the ground. The second dead body he had seen today…And a man he did not recognize stood over him, his hand containing the same type of Ki that was eerily familiar to his own….

"You also wanted to do this, right?" the mysterious figured clothed in black asked when Zamasu knelt down by his master, watching in shock as he disappeared in a golden light. He removed the green Potara earring he wore, holding it out for Zamasu to take. "With this, you're now a Kaioshin."

Zamasu hesitated a moment before slowly reaching out to take the earring, standing up with a cautious look. "Who are you?"

"I am you," the man claimed with a smirk, his words causing Zamasu's eyes to grow wide. Yet some how, he had already sensed this might be the case. "I traveled here from the past for our justice…to eradicate evil. I need you."

Eradicate evil Zamasu thought, an image of Takara flashing through his head that made him close his eyes and clench his teeth. Yes. The human's were indeed evil. There was no goodness among them to be found…He had witnessed that first hand today.

He gripped hold of the hand his past self held out for him to take, a dark grin forming on his lips.

"Together, for our justice!"

Goku Black landed in a small park, one of the few places Zamasu had asked him to leave untouched. He couldn't help but smirk when seeing his counterpart sitting underneath a cheery tree, a book in his hands and his focus completely on whatever it was he was reading.

"I'm surprised you could find anything these human's concocted to be interesting," Black chuckled out, shaking his head while crossing his arms over his chest.

Zamasu dusted off some of the pink petals that had fallen onto the pages away; a distant look in his eyes while a faint smile was on his lips. "Yes. They are indeed quite foolish…."

But that's what makes it interesting….