An Exception

Chapter Two

"Yup! Without this, there is a chance your body could go back to the way it was. Or maybe all of this is for nothing and your body is fine now. No way to be certain, but do you really want to take that chance?" Fu smiled back at him over his shoulder before holding up the syringe.

"That is fair." Zamasu watched with disinterest as Fu poked the needle into a vein in his exposed arm and quickly dispensed the medicine before pulling it out once more. "Fu, tell me . . . aren't you a member of the demon race?" He'd been curious about it for a bit now. The demons were long-time enemies of his own race, yet he'd never actually seen one of them. There were very few of them left, weren't there? Though perhaps that was all propaganda to make the Kaioshin seem greater than they were. The Kaioshin, as esteemed and revered as they are, were all terribly weak.

Fu sighed, his usual grin falling to a frown as he gave Zamasu an irritated look, "Does it really matter?" He placed the syringe back with his supplies before sitting atop the table where Zamasu once was. "I am here and you and I are on the same team. That's all that really matters, isn't it? What changes if I am a demon or if I am just a mortal?"

"I hate mortals."

"Don't you also hate demons?" The smirk was back on his lips as Fu swung his legs a bit like a child. "Or rather, don't you hate anyone who is not yourself?" He chuckled and leaned back, propping himself up with his hands flat on the table.

". . . I do. Still, why would you not simply admit to what you are? Have you no pride in your own race?"

". . . do you have any pride in yours? That's a pretty ridiculous question from someone who slaughtered his own people."

Zamasu furrowed his brows, but had nothing to say in response to that. It was true. He didn't really feel he was a member of his own race anymore. Their ideals didn't match up in the slightest and they are all so incredibly weak and complacent.

"It's nothing to think too hard about." Fu waved a hand before slipping off the table to stand in front of the god, "Even if you tried to go back to that life, you'd surely be rejected . . . we aren't really gods or demons or even mortals, so why bother with the labels? Let's just do whatever we think is interesting and fun!" Fu leaned down, placing his hands on the armrests of the chair so he could bring his face close to that of Zamasu. "Don't worry about implications and reputations anymore . . . we can do whatever our hearts desire."

Too close. While Fu's lips wore a smile, those red eyes of his felt like they were trying to look straight into his soul. Could he also read someone's heart like Hearts could? There was no telling what kind of power he had if he was a demon. They weren't demons, gods, or mortals . . . it was an interesting concept at least. "I fully intend to do whatever I desire. The only reason I'm here right now is because I want the power of that Universe Seed. I have no use for any of you outside of that." Zamasu maintained a neutral expression as best he could. Fu was just being weird like always, right? He needed to back away.

"That's fine with me. I don't really care if you leave or stay. I'm just interested to see what Hearts will accomplish." He paused for a moment before lifting a hand to play with the long bit of hair on the right side of Zamasu's face, "Will he succeed in killing the most powerful being in all of existence? In killing the gods themselves? It would really shake things up, don't you think?" He brought the hair to his lips, his eyelids falling a bit as he locked eyes with Zamasu.

He was going a bit too far, now. "Are you done with what you needed to do? If so, I'll be going, now."

"Going? Where will you go? Back to play with Hearts some more?" Fu released his hold on Zamasu's hair, but didn't move from where he was.