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Dark Heart

Chapter 1

There was a gentle hum coming from Zamasu as he went to work making Lord Beerus a pot of tea. It's been a week since he has been ordered by the Omni King to live under as Beerus's new attendant intoned. The change was difficult, but Zamasu arose to the occasion anyway. It seems like nothing could, or ever will go his way. It felt to him like he would forever be a servant to Gods. Oh, how he hated being the lesser. However, it was beyond his control, and right now, he was Lord Beerus's study, waiting for the Lord to return from a quick nap. It was relatively silent, but the ticking grandfather clock in the study was all that could be heard...

Tick-tock-tick-tock-tick...

Gray eyes traveled upwards to the grand clock towering over him. It's ticking has ceased, the hands have stopped on the 12 and 3 marks. Zamasu dropped the spoonful sugar into the jar and placed the spoon on the silver platter. He placed a hand on the worn frame of the clock, feeling the warping wood that had cracks spreading across its wooden frame like a spider web. A sigh escaped his lips and he materialized a pocket watch in the palm of his hand. Clicking it open, he studied the hands, closed it, and dispatched it into an afterimage of white light. Turning back to the kart, he went to work on the pot of tea. If he didn't have it ready for his Lord's tea-hour, then he would have the devil to pay. He tapped this spoon on the rim of the teapot and thoroughly wiped it with a napkin. A clearing throat had caught his attention, and he looked at the tall figure standing in the doorway of the Lord's studies. It was Whis, Lord Beerus's teacher, and head-attendant.

A smile was on his lips and he looked at Zamasu, "Good afternoon to you, Zamasu. I see you are preparing the Lord's tea. Remember, two spoonfuls of sugar. No less, no more." Whis entered the room with a staff in his right hand, and an atmosphere of tranquility overcame the room's foul pungent cloud of hate. Zamasu placed the lid on the teapot and directed his attention to Whis, "I have not forgotten. Thank you for reminding me anyway, Master Whis. Oh, and, the clock has stopped ticking." Zamasu directed their attention to the clock frozen in time.

Stepping towards the clock, Whis gently tapped the warped wood with his finger, "So it seems," He murmured, and turned to Zamasu, "Have Goku and Vegeta remove this. It certainly is a sight for sore eyes. Our Lord would not be pleased to have such a distractful object in sight."

Zamasu nodded his head in agreement, "Yes, I will let them know right away, once I fetch the Lord for his tea," Zamasu said, placing the pot of tea on Lord Beerus's table. He began to exit the room and not a second later, Whis placed his hand on Zamasu's shoulder and looked down at him with a smile. Down at him. Something that Zamasu never liked his superior doing. However, there was nothing he could do.

The submission was the key to survival here, forget that and you're dead. Whis patted Zamasu's shoulder and gently shoved him, "I'll handle the task. You've worked a lot this day, tell Goku and Vegeta to remove the clock and take a rest. You've earned it," Whis said in his gentle voice while flashing a smile. Then there was that kindness and concerned side of Whis that everyone loved.

Zamasu smiled and bowed his head, "Yes sir, right away, and thank you," He gave his thanks, and Whis exited the room and down the hall. Zamasu lifted his head and his eyes were narrowed in hatred.

Zamasu sighed, but there was also that lingering effect that Whis would leave. It felt like superiority like Whis was stronger than anyone. Which, he was, but sometimes it was necessary to give off such a feeling. It kept order and balance in the castle. Zamasu then turned to the window when Whis's energy disappeared from his range. He looked out the window to see Goku and Vegeta training on the courtyard. His hatred intensified. Five days and the two are still going at it. Zamasu gave an agitated sigh, if they don't stop now, then they'll surely displease the Lord. He turned away and quickly made his exit from the room and down the large doors of the castle. He pushed them open and made his way to the courtyard to see Goku and Vegeta still training. He cleared his throat, and they stopped. Goku turned to Zamasu, smiled, and waved. Vegeta scoffed and turned his head. Zamasu paid no mind to their greetings, he was still on thin ice with the two. And, as he looked around the courtyard, there were potholes littering the neatly trimmed bluegrass. A few statues and columns were busted and chipped. The water fountain only leaked water instead of spraying water over its top. There was an itching sensation that came to Zamasu's neck upon seeing the destroyed garden.

He waited for a few moments then spoke, "Whis has ordered me to fetch the two of you to remove the grand clock from Lord Beerus's personal studies. He would like to have it done immediately so the Lord won't get agitated by its disturbing presence," Zamasu informed with controlled anger. He hoped that they wouldn't speak, but it seems Zamasu didn't have any luck. There was something they always had to say, it was truly annoying to Zamasu.

Vegeta turned his head and glared daggers at him, "So now you're Whis's side-kick?" The itching sensation came to the back toZamasu. He ignored it, despite how strong it was. He was specifically ordered by Beerus himself to not give into his emotions. If he did, that would spell the end for his existence. So, Zamasu did what he did best. Kept quiet.

He gave Vegeta stern glare as well and said in a calm, restraining manner, "I'm well aware of my position in this castle. I am the second attendant to Lord Beerus. Which means, I do whatever necessary to ensure his comfort and safety. Just like I am to do those tasks, I must follow orders to carry out those tasks. If I am told to fetch you do something, you will do it just as I will. You do not get to lounge around and train all day without giving something in return. You get to live here by the grace of Lord Beerus, do not forget that." Zamasu turned around scoffed to the prince and exited the courtyard, leaving a frowning Goku and a fumed Vegeta.

He was calmer now, and he looked to the utopia garden and gazed at the many trees that were shaped into some sort of abstract art that spoke mystery. At least there was nature, always beautiful and unique. He sighed and turned to the secondary sound of walking feet. As he turned to see who it was, Goku was standing right behind him, and Zamasu made an agitated sound in his throat, "Yes, Son Goku?" He asked with bitterness in his voice.

Goku smiled and scratched his head, "Sorry for Vegeta, he can be a bit of handful sometimes."

There was a pause after that. Zamasu raised an eyebrow, "Is that all you wanted to say? If you have so much time standing there, then why aren't you disposing of the clock?" Zamasu accused the Saiyan who shot his hands up in defense. That's what he hated about the Saiyan, always so... so... well, there was no real reason. He just didn't like Goku.

Goku gave a nervous smile, "S-sorry, I just felt like I should've apologized."

Zamasu the rolled his eyes and continued to walk, "I do not need your apology, Son Goku," Zamasu said in a low voice while the distance between them grew. He never wanted his apology, no matter how many times Goku did. Zamasu would never forgive him, and Goku knew that. But, that didn't keep Goku from trying. Goku only looked to Zamasu who continued to walk. It looked like he was walking on eggshells, careful not put to much weight on them in fear of shattering them. That's just how Zamasu walked, stiff and edgy. His nerves were always rigid and tight. It was something that Goku frowned at, but he looked past it and he tried to help Zamasu, but he couldn't do anything about it because Zamasu simply refused his help; a mortals help.

Looking out the window of his studies, Beerus tapped on the table. Something was bothering him, and he did not like it. Whis looked to his Lord from his side and raised an eyebrow. He bent down and began speaking softly to his Lord, "What is that matter my Lord? Something wrong," Whis asked, truly concerned with his lord, and student. He had raised him as well, entrusted to him by Beerus's father.

Beerus sighed and looked to Whis, "Nothing is the matter Whis. I am simply bored. However, there is Zamasu," Beerus said rubbing his chin while narrowing his eyes at the cup of tea in his other hand. He looked at his reflection long and hard but noticed that there was a distinct cloud of black in the tea. If Beerus didn't know better, then that would mean the tea's maker has a disturbed heart.

Whis began twiddling his staff, "Yes, Zamasu is certainly a character. Though respectful and humble, he does harbor some demons. I have never met a Kai with such darkness in so long," Whis sounded disappointed and Beerus scoffed.

Beerus looked up at him, "Careful Whis, you sound attached," A smirk spread across his lips as he stared at Whis.

A light chuckled came from Whis, "Quite the comedian Lord Beerus. I am simply concerned with the young man. After all, he does remind me of you," A smug grin came on Whis's lips once the smirk dropped from Beerus's lips. Whis knew exactly how to push the right buttons, it was quite amusing to get a rise out of Beerus.

Narrowed eyes met settle eyes, "I am nothing like that child," Beerus grumbled while taking a sip from the tea. Though two spoonfuls of sugar were added, it still tasted bitter. He growled and tapped the cup's rim.

Whis looked into the cup as well. The tea though brown, had a cloud of black spiraling within it, "You are certainly not my Lord." The cup then turned to sand.