An Exception

Chapter Three

. . . but at this point, would he actually be able to do that? He was getting really damn attached to that bastard god.

Zamasu watched Hearts get up and leave. Did he really need to say something so hateful? God of nothing . . . he knew that already. He knew he no longer had a place among the gods. He didn't have a place among the mortals, either. He had nowhere and no one. No one but himself. He was only using this group to obtain the power of the Universe Seed they kept talking about. He wanted to kill the Omni King and continue his plan where he'd left off . . . though, this was a different timeline, so he'd have to start all over again. Alone, this time.

Alone . . .

The bed was getting cold now that Hearts had left. Not that it mattered. He needed to grow accustomed to sleeping alone, anyhow. Perhaps if he talked to Fu, he could have his room without fear of Fu doing something awful. Had he even been serious last night, or was it one of his ridiculous experiments? While the threat had seemed real enough, there was something about the whole situation that was off.

Zamasu sat up on the edge of the bed and finally remembered that he'd left his boots, coat, and sash all in that other room. No matter. With a flick of his wrist, his clothes formed on his body in the same state they had been in, tears and all. Did he really need to keep them in such a state? Did he not already have a constant reminder in the form of his memories? In the form of his deformations? "Bastard mortals . . . I'll destroy them for what they did . . ." He wanted that more than anything right now. More than killing the Omni King, he wanted to at least take his revenge on Son Goku, Vegeta, and Trunks.

"I'm going to breakfast now." He wasn't sure why he felt the need to tell Hearts where he was going. The words just kind of came out as he stood up and went to the door. Hearts did not respond, though. That was fine. He didn't need to hear anything more from him.

- - -

Against his better judgement, Zamasu once again followed Fu back to the lab to receive his daily shot of whatever it was Fu kept pumping into him. He insisted it was to help with the healing process and to keep his body in check, but he couldn't help but doubt that. "If you try anything strange, I will sever both of your hands."

"Ooooh, terrifying!" Fu grinned, despite his words. "Just have a seat while I get it ready, okay?"

Fu never seemed phased in the slightest by any threats sent his way. Zamasu couldn't sense how strong he was, either. Was he concealing his strength just as the Saiyans did? That had to be the case. He was a demon and he seemed quite confident in himself. He must be fairly powerful at least.

"Fu . . . last night . . . were you really trying to do something inappropriate?" Zamasu pursed his lips, not really keen on having this sort of conversation, but it needed to be done.

"If by inappropriate you mean have sex with you, then yeah. I was totally going to have my way with you if I caught you." He held up the syringe and something about that motion made the god flinch a bit, "Does that make it difficult to trust me now?" He chuckled as he approached the god and pricked the end of the needle into his exposed arm. "Yet you still sat perfectly still for this."

"Because I doubt you, not because I trust you."

"Huh? How does that make sense?" Fu maintained his focus on the medicine as he slowly administered it, but he furrowed his brows at the god's words.

"You did not seem serious last night. I didn't want to gamble on that hunch, but . . . you had other intentions, didn't you?"

Fu sighed uncharacteristically as he pulled the needle out and went back to his supply table, "Does it really matter what my intentions were? You didn't really want to sleep all alone in there, did you?" He glanced over at the Kai, peering at him from over the top of his glasses, "You lost your only ally in the cosmos. Is the only being you can trust really yourself?" He turned around and leaned against his table, folding his arms across his chest.