He hated today. He hated yesterday, too, he remembered. He had hated the day before that as well. 
He had hated almost every single day since he had lost track of the moron in the first place, and had [i]definitely[/i] hated every single day in the last...[i]Dio![/i] He couldn't even remember anymore! He couldn't even remember the last time he had actually been as irritated as he looked, as he actually felt this minute. 

...No, he could still remember. He would never be able to forget that. All that frustration...

The icy-haired boy scoffed as he walked between the two guards that led him away from his room. He never knew that he would experience such a similar feeling again in his lifetime. He should have known better than to think he would finally get away from it. [i]I swear it must be a curse. But I'm not going back for good, that's for sure.[/i] 
As the dining hall came closer, he found himself thinking how glad he was that at least the guards hadn't shackled him this time. But then again, why would they? They hadn't needed to for a while. Not since he made a certain agreement...