Author's Notes: IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE PAIRING, DON'T READ IT! Idiots… Anyway, another 4 am fic (it's actually closer to 5) that doesn't take place in any specific timeframe.

This is from Chase's point of view; sorry if he's a little off.

I don't own anything.

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I want to corrupt Omi.

After all these years, there are a few things I know how to do. Corrupting people is one of them. And even though Omi may seem innocent and pure, no one is impossible to corrupt. It's all a matter of time, or rather, timing. It's a matter of introducing a few evil tendencies there, a few temptations there, and then watching the monk come undone. It's not as hard as you may think. Everyone has an evil nature to them; the only real difference between the good warriors and the evil is how close to the surface that evil is.

Omi may not realize it, but his evil is very clear.

I know how to see the potential no one else does. I know how to see the tendencies, the habits, the movements that show potential. I knew from the first time I fought the monk that Omi wasn't nearly as good as he thought. But it's the fact that he thought he was good that made him spark my interest. The good warriors who know they're on the edge are hard to make evil, because they know how to fight that side of them. Good, naïve little warriors like Omi are perfect. They don't see it coming, don't realize it's happening. Omi's arrogance, his temper – everything about him was perfect for what I wanted.

The problem was, somewhere along the way, I began to want him.

I do not know when it happened. All I know is that one day, those innocent eyes were all I could think of. That huge smile on his huge head. And I wanted him; wanted him for my own pleasure instead of just wanting him by my side. I wanted to break him, destroy his mind, and have him cling to me. Have him look up to me like Jack looks as me… But before these thoughts were a day old in my mind, I knew they were nearly impossible. Omi would never love anyone like myself. He is still battling with himself just to like me.

At the same time, though, I began to try. Just a few hints there, a gesture here – nothing that would've gone unnoticed by a more intelligent monk, but Omi didn't know much about life. Flirting especially. I could see his confusion on his face. I could tell my double-meanings were lost on him… In the beginning. But after a while, he began to pick up on them. Like evil, all it took for him to figure out what I was doing was time. And just like evil, after a while he began to show interest, watching me in a way no warrior ever should. Knowing Omi and that ego of his, he probably thinks he's being very subtle.

I remember the first time I kissed him. It was pitiful, really. Then again, the monk probably hasn't had too much experience. He was soft and sweet, all the classic clichés that go along with innocence. For a moment I wondered if he even knew what I was doing. (It wouldn't surprise me.) However, his face was a nice shade of red when I finished, and I'd successfully left him breathless. So I assume he at least knew he wasn't supposed to be kissing me. I left him alone to ponder, knowing that evil and kisses are both addictive – he would seek me out on his own, given enough time and prodding.

I've been playing these games for centuries. I know the rules. I know that someone like Omi could never imagine hating someone who loved him. Only the most corrupt can hate those who love them, and it's a stretch for them at times. Omi is still innocent, pathetically so. He can't imagine hurting me now. Pity I still can see myself snapping his sanity in two like a twig. Even though I want to hold him and do a hundred things I would never do in public…

I want to corrupt him still, after all is said and done.

But now I want to corrupt him in a very different way.