Rain was pouring, drenching the houses, ground and people. Even the plants and trees looked like the rain bothered them. You were standing at the porch, looking at the deluge as you hugged yourself. Your face was set in a frown, eyes at half mast. Your whole body was fatigued and a fever was making you feel hot all over and sweat like a pig, then you would feel so damn cold that your tremors shook the whole house.
Akura-Ou watched you from the shadows. He didn't like how weak your body has become, how easily tired y0u became. The demon, for a reason unknown to him, was worried about you. Something in him whispered, like a snake, that you would not be at his side forever, that, one day, you will die- of old age, some illness, a terrible wound, it did not matter. Akura-Ou gulped down the lump lodged in his throat.
"You're so stupid." Akura-Ou called out, frowning. "Come inside."
"Why?"
"I need some company."
"Akura-Ou, I am sick and not in the mood for one of your games."
"Get inside. NOW!" He roared, making you jump in shock and just a touch of fear.
Shaking your head, you entered, passing Akura-Ou without a glance but, then, he caught your upper arm, his fingers firmly wrapped around the muscle as he stopped you. Dark, black, eyes stared into your bright orbs with a heart-stopping intensity.
"There is medicine on the bedside table. Drink it and lie down to rest."
"I didn't know you care." You muttered and ripped your arm out of the demon's hold, then walked away.
"I do care." He exclaimed, looking absolutely disappointed at your disbelief. "I care more than you could ever fathom, my fiery princess."
"What does that mean?"
"Exactly what I've said. I care about you, you foolish woman, even though you hate me to the deepest pit of hell. I care about you enough to not let anyone, not even myself, harm you. Do you understand now?"
Smiling, you looked at him. Messy hair, horns, leather and chains- that fit his demonic image perfectly but, you now knew, he was so much more than just a chaos-bringer.