THE VILLAIN'S LOVE GROWS FOR HIM.

CHAPTER FORTY. CHANGED PLOT.

The morning sunlight hit the table through the window in a room. While on the bed was a person sleeping very deeply.
By the side of the bed was a man sitting on a chair, with his legs crossed, his one arm resting on his knee, wearing a blank expression, staring at the person asleep.

Zarad had a lot of questions in his mind. He never thought he would ever bring back another person into his own place and lay them in one of his bedroom.
It never occured to him that this kind of pleasant scene would welcome his lifeless palace one day.
This feeling of content, nevertheless, wasn't something that he felt bad about or disliked it.
Afterall, even though he brought him back with him last night on an impulse he knew what he was doing was out of his own character.

When he first saw Hitomu at the palace the aloofness in his eyes attracted his attention right away. Because they looked a bit like his own. What he didn't expected was that as much as relatable his aura was, he was also very blatant, well outspoken and extremely overwhelming.
So he made the decission to help him lift up his situation back then. If he triumphed he wanted to have him under his wing. Because he felt that it would be a waste to let someone so likeable die in the hands of those pigs.

What he didn't expected was that this young boy would be so mesmerizing and overwhelming at the same time.

When he witnessed him taking that stance, so clean and firm, everything about his body language, his agility, his speed and the strength exerted on his four limbs, all of them were so on point that he found his heart racing and shivering in excitement, his whole body trembling in ecstacy.
Right then he realised he had made the right decision. To let such a rare gem trample underneath those unworthy laws, it was indeed a waste of talent.
The joy he felt at the realisation that this gem was going to be under his control, it filled his heart with thrill, an emotion he hadn't felt in such a long time.
The second time he saw him fight during his trial, the excitement he felt that day did not wan and instead it intensified.
He couldn't take his eyes of his small but outstanding figure. And while everyone in the black knight was overwhelmed by him, pride was what filled his heart; the pride of having an amazing person under him.

But then

Zarad realised he wasn't like him at all. Unlike his dull self, Hitomu had a spark of fascination in his character. He was not very outgoing. And wasn't sociable either. But he did not mind when people approached him. And he reciprocated their interest in him while at the same time he also built an invisible wall between him and those around him. The wall however, wasn't a wall of rejection but rather it was a landmine demacrating his personal space that was not to be invaded. Everytime a person approached him, it was like he could read them like a book, as if he knew what was on their mind. Not only that, he was also a man who live by his own laws, never caring to abide by other's law but only his.
Zarad caught him sneaking out of the camp a couple of times. He followed him twice. So he knew where this young boy was heading out to.

Young and strong, outrageous and overwhelming, outspoken and sharp like a wild cat, he was like the free wind. Blowing in any direction he wanted to. As much as unique he was as a person Zarad knew he was also a soft person inside who never forgot to care for those he loved.
Such a noble person with a very likeable temperament.

How could he afford to keep his eyes away from him?

By the time he realised his own eyes were following closely behind him. Everything he did, everywhere he went, every trifle thing he said and every move he made, his eyes were stuck on his back that refused to turn around and face him as if he knew.
The more Zarad observed him the more reluctant he was to move his eyes away from him.
Before he realised what he was doing it came to the point where he wanted his refusing back to turn towards him; he wanted to lock those sharp eyes with his own, and look at him at close proximity.
Zarad found this very confusing. He had never felt this way before.
Then, last night, when he saw and followed him, all the confusion was gone in one second to confirm something beyond his expectation.