Himitsu
I'm watching her sleep. A few strands of fiery red-orange hair are streaked across her face. She's so calm in sleep. I wouldn't expect her to be this quiet, seeing as how you can hear her for miles when she's awake.
Her eyebrows draw down in concentration, a worried expression crossed her face and she stirred. A nightmare? So unlike you my dear. I brushed my fingers along the side of her face, feeling the soft skin under my fingers. She calmed at my touch. I've never known a human to calm at the touch of a mazoku.
She's different though, special. L-sama's favorite is more than a mere human to me. The chaos and destruction she causes are sweet to me, and she's such a violent girl really.
Ever since I joined up with them on hellmaster's orders I've harbored an deep...well..liking for her. It is as if I've met a kindred spirit. Destruction is not something she does conciously most of the time. She just lets herself go and fries people.
Truly a woman that is beyond human.
I don't let her know though. Oh I hint in the human manner to see if she'll understand, a peck on her cheek here, a whisper there, just enough to see if she has similar feelings. I don't think she does. She would never allow herself to be with a mazoku. So I am content to occaisionally watch her in her sleep, knowing that my superiors would disapprove of my feelings.
I show her my love in my tricks and stories, and try to convince her I would never let her be hurt. It's not my style I let her know. The truth is I don't know what I'd do without her.
When she catches me staring at her she's always wondering what I am up to. What would she want me to say? "I'm staring at the way the sunset makes your hair glow almost like blood?" I don't think she'd appreciate that. I simply smile and tell her it's a secret.
And of course it is. No one will ever know my unhealthy obsession with Lina Inverse.
And yet as I make to leave, because dawn is approaching...I wonder what kind of joke she would think me to be if I said "I love you."
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Confession
I don't know when I started liking the insults we traded, or when I noticed that his eyes sparkle like the amethysts from the loot I've liberated from bandits.
Maybe I liked him when I first saw him. He was different from most people I've met. Good looking, soft voice, with an air of mystery about him. He seemed to sincerely want to help us. Of course now I know most everything we do on his suggestion that backfires is his fault. That's what he does.
He kissed me before. That was different. The first time I was too shocked to react until he was out of reach. The second, well maybe I wanted it just a bit.
We've reached a comfortable relationship, this monster and I. I expect him to betray us, he does so, we shrug and make do with what's going on. Life's a great adventure anyway right?
I know he only stays because I'm destructive. Yes, I can admit I lose my temper a little too much. It's not my fault people make me angry. Why can't they be more intelligent?
If I told him I loved him, it would certainly be my death. Humans and Monsters can not love one another. I'll just keep this confession to myself. My own little secret longing.
He'll never know.
No one will ever know.