Old Love

Monster In The Park

I felt someone shaking me hard, almost as if said person was panicking. I had half a mind to slit the person's throat, but the sweet smell stopped me; I had to know if it was really him before I could do such a thing.

"Flea," he said and I opened my eyes, looking up into concerned pools of mocha. A small smirk crept up on my face, an old habit.

"Why, Shizu-chan," I purred. "Why the worried look?" Maybe I'd toy with him for a bit, get him to run after me today.

"You left Shinra's. He asked me to go look for you." He looked annoyed now. "And stop calling me Shizu-chan! My name is Shizuo!"

"And you came like a lap dog?" An eye twitch, I'm getting at him now. "My, if Shinra wanted someone to watch me, he could have chosen a better person than a monster." He will never love me this lifetime. He will never remember what we used to be. It hurts to know that, but why would I tell him?

After all, our first meeting in this lifetime ended with a slash to his chest from my flick blade, and a hate to rival the combined love of the world's chocolate lovers.

"Look, Flea, Shinra just told me to go looking for you." His eyes hardened to anger. "I personally don't give two shits about you. Now get out of Ikebukuro!"

"But my precious humans will miss their God!" Standing up, I nearly skipped around him as I walked past. "Unlike the monster that you are." A hint of wind, and I easily dodge his fist.

"Flea!" Metal and cement alike could be heard cracking under Shizuo's strength, as he ripped up the nearest Street light and took aim at me, tossing it with all his might.

I waited until it was at a distance that would kill any human, then dodged it at the last second, taking out a spare blade and aimed at him, tossing the blade. It nicked him just slightly on his upper arm, and the scent of his sweet blood nearly made my knees weak as I imagined drinking his blood once more.

I was almost in a trance from watching the blood slide down his arm, still amazed that no matter what I do to him, he doesn't seem to be in much, or any for that matter, of pain.

His eyes, though so angry, were the most beautiful I've ever seen, even throughout my life. From the very first time I had met him some five hundred years ago to now, I had never seen any eyes, or rather a more beautiful person than him. I'd give anything to have him love me again.

But who would love a monster like me once more?

The ripping of metal as yet another poor street lamp faced his wrath could be heard from a mile away as Shizuo lifted it out the ground. Another smirk, and his eyes narrowed, concentrating all his rage on me. Before he had the chance to toss the lamp at me, I took off, running at a pace that he could keep up with.

As we ran through the park and onto the streets of Ikebukuro, I smiled. I would always imagine these were only chasing games that we would play. I would always imagine that the words he would say to me would never affect me - that he would only jokingly say them.

A laugh tore its way out of my throat and made itself know to the world, to my precious humans who dared not get between my love and our destructive chasing game. They parted like the red sea as I ran, not wanting to be part of the collateral damage that stems from Shizuo's anger and strength.

Every time, it amazes me that he has such graceful strength. There is much beauty in it, though many find it disturbing. Not many can be a connoisseur of fine wine and excellent quality of food, much like how not many can find beauty in complete and utter destruction.

Turning a corner, I ran down an alleyway. This alleyway had been privy to some fights we had, and so, was one we both knew well. I knew all the best places to hide, and what to grab to run past him. Coming across the end, I turned around and looked at him, a smirk on my face as I waited to see what he would do.