An Exception

Chapter Two

"I did no such thing with him! You're completely mistaken! That bastard put me in his bed when I was asleep and I woke up there! If I'd had any say in the matter, I'd have sooner slept in the dirt outside than share a bed with him!"

"Is that really the case? Was it so horrible?" Fu laughed and tried to lean in even closer, but Zamasu placed a hand on his chest, "Hey, come on. We're all on the same team."

"I'm not on anyone's team. I haven't agreed to anything, so back off before I blow a hole in your chest." Zamasu's eye narrowed sharply as he waited for Fu to move away. This guy was definitely the type who would try to take advantage of someone for his own gain. It was pretty damn bold of him to try and take advantage of an all-powerful god, though. Or perhaps it was more stupid than bold.

Fu pursed his lips before wrapping a hand around Zamasu's wrist. He didn't try to pull the god's hand away from his chest, though. "Would that be a wise choice, Zamasu? I'm the only one who can fix you if you begin to degenerate again. If you kill me, you're finished. Would you really rather live forever as a deformed monster?" Fu's red eyes peered over his glasses as they slid slightly down the bridge of his nose.

The god's blood was boiling at this, but he tried to keep a calm demeanor. Did this bastard really think he could hold that over him to get him to do whatever he wished? "If it means keeping my dignity, then I would gladly become a monster for all eternity. I'd rather step over your dead body and watch my form deteriorate right before my eyes than let you do something vulgar to me." He stared dead into Fu's eyes, his own eye narrowed dangerously as he curled the tips of his fingers to dig them into the demon's chest. "So . . . what will it be?"

Not one to be intimidated, Fu smirked and even laughed a bit. "You've got so much fire in you, Kaioshin! I love it!" He released his hold on Zamasu's wrist before finally backing out of his personal space, "I hope you'll show me plenty more of that. Oh! Before you go . . . let me get some of your blood. There are a few things I want to test." As if that whole conversation never even happened, Fu fumbled around excitedly through his supplies before pulling out the tools needed to take a blood sample.

Was he touched in the head? It was impossible to get a true feel for his personality and intentions. Hearts had said the same, hadn't he? What an odd creature . . . "Make it quick. I'm tired of seeing you."

"Awww, don't you miss seeing me all day? Ever since Hearts took you out of here, you spend nearly all of your time with him. Oh! But you don't like him at all, right?" Fu grinned wider as the god sent him a sharp glare, "Easy, easy, this will be quick." He hummed a bit as he worked, likely irritating Zamasu even further, "Oh, and . . . if you want a bed of your own, you can take mine."

". . . are you seriously still being a disgusting-"

"No, no, no! I mean, I don't ever use my room here, so you can just take it if you want. I think I've slept in that bed maybe twice." Fu held up the vial of freshly-drawn blood before removing the needle from the god's arm, "Alright, you're good to go! If you want the room, just let me know later and I can show you where it is."

". . . I see." Zamasu wasn't entirely sure he could trust in that. Sleeping in a bed was nice, but who was to say Fu wouldn't try something if he was by himself? He could probably easily fight him off, but Fu's apparent scientific knowledge was concerning. Even though is body was immortal, it seemed to respond to different treatments and medicines, so what was stopping Fu from using that for nefarious purposes? "I might take you up on that offer."

"If you want me to come and keep you warm at night, just let me- oof!"

Zamasu stood from the chair and landed a swift punch directly in Fu's gut before exiting the lab. "Ugh . . . is this Universe Seed really worth putting up with these bastards?"