Her Love was wont to Hate her by priestess24

Chapter 1

Summary: She loved the way he moved, the way he talked, how he treated everything with indifference. He was so graceful and handsome... no beautiful, so talented. She wanted to be just like him. How she loved him. How he hated her. But if he hated her so, why couldn't he get her out of his mind, did he want to... and why did he revel in the feel of her lips against his. Oh how he hated her... for making him want more.

Chapter 1: Her

He sighed, it was just another day that he would have to find that oh so wonderful talent that they expected him to have. It was quite annoying really, how they sit back and watch him work wonders with art. It used to be enjoyable. He would swirl colors, blues, reds, yellows, and his all time personal favorite... gold. He didn't understand why it would be lacking in interest now... oh wait yes he did, it was because of her. They had met one day, three months ago in a contest. How graceful she was in her pirouettes and such... she would glide across the stage, where he would stumble. How he had hated her for that. But what could he do, he was out of practice, they looked at him waiting for him to mess up. Only a slip of imperfection was what they wanted. They wanted the Great one to finally show that he wasn't as perfect as he tried to make himself seem. There was so much he could have done... but no he wouldn't let them have the pleasure of seeing him fail. Not again. He had had an excuse then; he was out of practice. But now there was no excuse. She had won that day... He had slipped, no not fell, just slipped... messed up... his landing had been a fraction less than perfect, and that had caused his loss of his title as the best.

The worst part was the god-forsaken scores, how he despised the imbecile numbers... "10...10...10...10...9.5", those were her scores. And guess what his were... "10...10...10...10...8.5", wasn't that just peachy, he down by a point, one stupid idiotic point. He was still angry about that.

Now, though, he wondered where she was. She had basically disappeared. The only depiction of her left was that of the day she had won. Although he hated her, that didn't qualm his interest. She had smiled at him, the day she had won, how he hated that smile. How can a smile be so innocent yet so devious. He knew smiles like that, they were... well, they were... something. Yes, they were something. She was not here, yet she was. He couldn't stop thinking about her, even though he was now deemed second best. Ha! That's another thing that he can hate her for... she had disappeared before he could reclaim his title. He would never forgive her for that.

"It is time for you to come on, Mr.", said the insufferable stagehand that didn't have the decency to learn his name, so he insisted on calling him Mr. or sir. It was quite annoying really. Well, isn't his life just wonderful, someone to irk him at every turn.

He made his way onto the side of the stage where he would enter, waiting on his cue he sighed, remembering every calculated step that he had planned, one miscalculation and he would mess this up. He sighed. Why could he not stop thinking about the furiously annoying woman? First of all she was an amateur... yes he hated it... someone who was just getting started with training had beat him. Ah! There was his cue he gracefully glided across the stage, every move planned out, his twists and turns, were filled with the stealth of a hunter. Although in appearance he was deep in the dance, entranced even, but he wasn't. He was observing the audience as he danced, curious to see the faces of the people there. Although if he was to be honest to himself he was looking for a certain face in the crowd.

There! There she is! He saw her! There in the crowd! She was looking intently at his face, but never at his body, at the dance, or at his feet. Merely at his face. What was her problem? She seemed upset or disturbed by something. Humph. Why should he care any way? As he finished, he looked at his score, and smirked. A perfect ten. His day was getting better already. He sighed, but knowing my luck, that is subject to change... He didn't know how right he was.