An Exception

Chapter Three

"Hm?" Fu clicked his tongue before releasing his hold on the Kai and standing up straight. "I was just talking with him is all. I told him he needs to get stro-" Fu's words were cut short as Hearts tried to punch him square in the face, but Fu caught the fist in his palm with apparent ease, sighing as he did so. "Hearts . . ." He closed his eyes for a moment, but once he reopened them, they were completely red, his iris now a yellow color, "This isn't a fight you can win. If I wanted to have my way with Zamasu, I would have done it by now. I'm not really interested in that at the moment . . ." He gave the fist a squeeze, eliciting a pained gasp from Hearts before he finally released it.

"Alright!" His eyes almost instantly went back to normal, his usual smile stretched across his face, "You can go run along and play now, Zamasu! Remember what we talked about, okay?" He gave the Kai a mocking pat on the head.

". . . come on, Zamasu." Hearts grabbed the god's wrist and practically yanked him out of the seat before leading him out into the hallway. Fu was powerful. He knew he was strong, but he had severely underestimated just how strong. Sure, he wasn't using his full strength behind that punch, but the way Fu effortlessly caught it and the way his eyes changed . . . he was thankful that Fu was currently on his side. It would be best not to fight him.

Hearts led Zamasu down the hall and back toward the lounge where he knew they could be alone for a bit.

"If I wanted to have my way with Zamasu, I would have done it by now."

Something about that statement had him a bit shaken. What a bold statement for Fu to make. Judging from what had happened last night, Fu was trying to force him and Zamasu together. Why, though? What reason did he have to do that? Fu was terrifying in his unpredictability.

"Are you okay?" Hearts closed the door behind them as they entered the lounge and then turned to face the god. Zamasu's eye was still opened wide, but he seemed to snap out of it when Hearts spoke to him.

"A-ah, yes. I am fine. It's fine." He wasn't fine at all and that bothered him even more. Why did something so small and insignificant make him feel so awful? The opinion of a demon was worth even less than the opinion of a mortal, yet here he was with a horrible tightness in his chest and a lump in his throat from Fu's words. The worst part was that he didn't disagree with any of it. Fu was not wrong in his accusations. He had been made imperfect. He had failed. He had lost his only companion. He was not at his peak strength anymore. All of these things were true and it was so damn painful . . . a pain he could feel even though he was immortal.

"No you're not." Hearts placed his hands on Zamasu's waist. His waist was really damn small, wasn't it? His figure was delicate, yet strong. It was beautiful. He hoped to someday see his body properly . . . without the clothes in the way. "Want to have a drink and chat? Maybe it will help calm your nerves." He could use a drink himself. He'd let himself get too carried away with looking after Zamasu even though he'd never intended to get so close to him. Something about him just drew Hearts to him like a moth to a flame.

"Why? So you can take advantage of me more easily?" Zamasu pulled the hands away from his waist and went to sit in the large armchair in the room.

"Why would I do that now when there have been so many opportunities before? Though if you want me to do something-"

"Just give me whatever you think I will enjoy."

". . ." Hearts' eyes widened considerably as he just stared at the god. What was he referring to? "Do you mean the drink or-"

"Of course I mean the drink." Zamasu bit off his words angrily. Why was this bastard mortal so vulgar with his thoughts? As irritating as those Saiyans had been, at least he hadn't had to deal with this! "I'm losing my patience with all of you, not that I had much to begin with."