Enemy

By Aa-chan

A/N: This contains yaoi, and happens to be one of the more twisted things I’ve written. Don’t like it, don’t read it. ^_^

I watch him over the screen, watch him walk and laugh and joke with his friends. He swaggers with undeniable confidence and something akin to arrogance, and I run my hand over the screen, caressing it, caressing him.

I’m smiling, though to anyone watching it must make me seem mad and twisted. Maybe I am; I’ve stopped caring. It’s hard not to smile when I watch him. It’s not right, I suppose, to have these uncontrollable torrents of lust rushing through my veins, but I am the destroyer of all that is right. I have blurred the line between right and wrong, and it feels good.

I zoom in to his face with a few taps of the keyboard, and my smile widens. His dark eyes flecked with gold stand out in his bronze-coloured skin, with a subtle undertone of determination and dreams. He is so naïve, so irresistible…

He is searching for me—he and his friends, that is. They want to defeat me, to end my reign of terror, but I won’t let them, oh, no. The idea of power over all is as tantalizing as he is, maybe even more, and I won’t allow it to be taken from me.

But I find myself wanting him to come, wanting him to glare at me fiercely, fists clenched and standing immovably, stubbornly, ready to face all that I throw at him. He makes a good leader, I think, even if the others don’t seem to realize it. I chuckle hollowly. He hates me.

Something about his hatred makes him even more desirable, like something just out of my reach. If I really wanted, I could have him kneeling to me, at my complete mercy, but it’s more fun this way. I like to see how he fights with such resolve, even when circumstances are bleak. Yes, it’s much more fun this way, seeing him writhe with the pain that I have inflicted, observing as he will grasp at any straw to defeat me.

I wonder how they plan to do that, actually. Do they think to kill me? Could they be so cold-blooded as to murder another human? I laugh loudly, harshly. Anyone would think that they would, after the tumult I have thrown this little world into. But I don’t think so. I don’t think he would, at least. He has a soft heart, beneath that confident exterior. A heart I think I could love, could I ever find my way into it.

But of course I never will. I know that; that’s okay, though it leaves me with a slight sense of loss. It’s not really a matter of the heart, anyway—more like…longing.

The little group is straying far from my hidden base. They have no idea where they are going, and I think it will be more fun to watch them for a little while longer before sending out some slaves to kill them. I laugh again, the sound of my own insanity echoing back at me in cold mocking. I am not like him. He would hesitate to kill me, but I wouldn’t pause an instant before finishing him. It sounds odd, I suppose, but as I said, I’ve stopped caring.

Come to me, my little determined warrior, come to me and we shall see who comes out on top. Because it is a contest, and no matter how you make me feel about you, I mean to win.