This. Bastard.

This bastard just tried to...

Itto couldn't believe his eyes. How could anyone.. with his woman/man.. right in front of his nose..

He was persecuted all his life for who he was. But despite this, he managed to preserve that innocent part of his soul that believed that most humans were simply wrong and could be convinced if he tried hard enough. After all, they grew up on tales of cruel Onis, since childhood they were stuffed with fairy tales about good and evil, where evil was Onis like him.

In fact, Itto had already gotten used to humans treating him like some kind of a monster under the bed that can be gotten rid of with a silly folk song and a handful of beans. Humans are cruel and disdainful towards him because he is not like them; too big, too strong and too loud. And also horned and fanged. Of course, this terrifies many. He was used to violence as a child when he couldn't defend himself, and to spitting and cursing in the back now.

But Dima... gentle, with thin wrists and a kind soul, not afraid of him, enchanted by him. When he first meets them, Itto can hardly believe that there is a human so... small. Itto only recently stopped being afraid to touch them while kissing.

But Dima is a human. And with them, a human who had done nothing wrong, neither by ancestors, nor by words, nor by actions, they could do such a thing... With the same human, a bastard, who with his dirty body pressed Dima's tender back against the rough bark of a tree and roughly pawed them.

Even breathing down the bastard's back as he screamed from the pain in his broken arms, Itto couldn't believe that this was really happening to Dima. Why did someone think they could do this with impunity, that no one would protect Dima? Itto made his feelings for them clear with his loud speeches about their relationship. Itto was always with Dima everywhere, his loud boastful speeches about their relationship were always nearby.

Itto slammed the bastard's face into the tree with all his might.