"What a day!" Arcanis sighed as he collapsed on his favorite green chair.
Arcanis, a tall young man with bright blue eyes, sorta long brown hair, and a cold manipulative nature that contradicted his attractive appearance, had just returned from a harrowing day at college.
"Fools! Blubbering idiots!" he cursed in his mind his fellow students. "Must I do everything? People are such burdens!" As he completed this thought, a beast stirred in his gut.
"Maybe there's some ramen left" he muttered hungrily to himself as he proceeded to the pantry
"Damn it!" he thought furiously as he saw his efforts were in vain, He bitterly remembered botching it last night.
Now Arcanis, despite his opinion that others slowed him down, was deeply flawed. Deep down, he had fallibilities like any mortal. He didn't like to believe that he was incapable, and out of that came a resentment of his own arrogance and weakness. He needed someone to complete his life, someone to caulk his faults, and stave off his inner-demons. He needed a yin to his yang if you will, for a half cannot roll without being whole.
Arcanis decided to complete his physical inner-self first though. There are few who can change their lives on an empty stomach. So he walked to the plaza, a short distance away, for a muffin. It was one of those serene, calm places where one can sit back, relax, and sip some cocoa while catching up on a good book. It was this serenity that Arcanis held so dear. The muffin was $1.99, that price can buy a new direction in life sometimes....
Arcanis made for a comfortable looking sofa in the bakery's lobby. Normally, this place was quite happy, buzzing with joyous news and such. Today was different.
A crying girl had been sitting next to him, her face buried in her arms. She was wearing guy's clothing, although that lustrous black hair and a gentle, alluring aura spoke of her femininity.
"They hate me, they all hate me" she sobbed.
Arcanis knew she wasn't really saying this to anyone, but a certain inkling, call it fate if you will, made him ask
"Who hates you?"
The girl looked up, a surprised expression on her face, and looked at Arcanis with eyes full of tears
"Everyone!" she cried and retreated back to her arms.
"I don't hate you" Arcanis said comfortingly. He knew he could not hate her. Those eyes spoke of a tender, gentle nature betrayed by the cruelty of a majority. She was beautiful, in a sad sort of way, transferring her pain and sorrow upon those who gazed at her. She looked up, paused, and finally
"Y-you don't h-hate me?" she asked, almost as though she thought it was too good to be true.
"No" Arcanis confirmed. "Now tell me, what is your name?"
"My name?" she asked nervously.
"Y-yes." Arcanis replied, starting to feel his own nervousness.
"I'm, I'm.....Sesshy" she spurted, blushing. Arcanis also began to blush
"I am Arcanis " he said. Sesshy then laid her head on his shoulder
"You're the first one...to ask.....no one else cared"
"Why do they hate y-you?" Arcanis asked, suddenly bashful due to the girl resting on his shoulder.
"They, they hate m-me because... because I'm.... different" she struggled to say, choking back her tears.
"Why would they hate you for that?" Arcanis asked appalled.
"Because..." she whispered "...I'm a demon!"
"A demon?" Arcanis asked, unsure if this was true.
"Yes" Sesshy confirmed solemnly "I'm the last of my kind."
Arcanis was speechless, surprised by this news, how could this sweet, forlorn girl be evil incarnate? It was likely that demons were not the absolute abominations they were made out to be.
"Now you hate me too! Everyone does!" she wailed, and retreated from his shoulder back into her arms. Arcanis, coming back to his senses, approached the curled and cloistered Sesshy and embraced her.
"How could I ever hate you?" he consoled/
\ She looked into his eyes, entrancing him with that forlorn beauty that could move even the hardest hearts.
"T-thank you, for...understanding." she said softly as she wrapped her arms around him. To Arcanis, it felt indescribably satisfying to hold her in his arms, and cause the warmth of joy to flutter in her forsaken heart. To Sesshy, it meant the world to have someone to love, and someone to love her back. The sparks that flew during that embrace had ignited the flame of passion. Not the flame of war that stirs men into a frenzy and burns flesh from bone, but the flame of love that coddles cold couples by the hearth as they cling to each-other. It was from that moment that Sesshy finally felt complete; someone to accept her kind, gentle nature, and return the love that had eluded her for so long. With this flame soothing their hearts, Sesshy and Arcanis headed home, their arms entwined, for this was the day they had been waiting for; the day that had not been wasted.
Arcanis led Sesshy to his gloomy abode; a perfect testament to his bottled despair.
"This place" Sesshy spoke "speaks of misery and madness." Arcanis nodded