He never understood why they existed. There was always someone to break them or find a way around them.
The sheer number of them made him laugh. The topics they covered made him laugh even harder: what you can do, what you can't do, who is eligible to rule, how to rule, what is right, what is wrong, who you can fuck, who you can’t fuck.
The last one was the most absurd one of them all. He always wanted to know how the "authorities" would monitor this. Secretly install hidden camera in ever hotel/motel room bedroom?
He smiled at that thought. He secretly placed hidden cameras in their bedrooms and bathrooms one of the times they went to stop Komyou’s boy and his lackeys. He was deeply disappointed in what occurred in two of the bedrooms and showers. He thought one of those prudes would masturbate. He mused that he should lock them in a room together and pump in a gas to help them give in to their primal urges. He knew he could do that only once. Though the aftermath would be delicious, it would take away any anticipation or enjoyment he had to slake their urges on their own.
The third, however, made up for them. He was a pleasure to watch. The gusto he showed while in the shower was almost breathtaking. Certainly cigarette-worthy.
He wondered what would happen if he got a hold of that one, fuck that one. He became hard with the possibilities. Playing with new toys aroused him. He took a deep breath and relaxed. He knew it was better to bide his time and devise the best way to use that one.
Playing with toys always brought his thoughts back to him
that smiling fool. That tempest behind the cool exterior. He never got to fully enjoy him. He wondered what life would be like if he had lived and the boy died. Some of Man’s laws certainly would be broken.
But the boy lived, leaving him to dream up new ways to break others laws.
He wondered how the "authorities" came up with these laws. Did something in their lives scare them to create such things? Was it out of jealousy or greed?
These idiots didn't realize that Man, after all, was just a more developed animal. Man still lived by the four Fs: fight, flight, feed, fuck. Were laws really going to protect Man from the Laws of Nature? Or were they pathetic reminders of Man’s superiority over other animals?
Indulging in those Laws made Life more colorful. The chaos they wrought.
Living by those Laws were the only ones that made sense. Not that he always participate in fight or flight ones. He preferred using toys for that.
His thoughts went back to the third. He realized there was more than one way to use him aside from fuck: fight. The best fight was dissension because of its subtleties. A whisper here. An act there.
And the best part was that all the laws created couldn't prove that he was behind it. No law of Man ever would.