Sex was Never this Good
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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
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1,433
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0
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I do not own YuYu Hakusho, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
epilogue
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Realizations are the root of all dumbfounding pain. That’s what happened to me. Koenma did pry me off you. He had no choice. My psyche was beyond repair. It was only my body that might recuperate. It seems that my emotional repression is the biggest factor in my mental death. Surely, that came across your mind.
You sat there quiet and cold as the Youko you were once before, not even bothering to actually discuss the details of our abrupt relationship. You felt too much for me, thinking it was your humanity that brought you to such painful longing. You thought you actually loved me. Maybe you did, but who knows? Fox demons are not part of the loving kind of entities.
My rehabilitation was in the Makai. Koenma personally went to Mukuro to tell her of the breakdown. My physical capabilities were greatly affected by the interruptions and the confusing states of mind. I had no one living inside of me, except my ignorant and cold soul. I, myself, found it hard to believe that my soul was disintegrating since the day I was born. The fire I have wielded was the only thing that built passion inside of me, my fire demon father’s blood helping me grasp onto the thinning thread of my life.
I didn’t love you. It is ironic that I have thought of that. It was the human emotions of your human mind that made you think of such notions. Youko has come out on top now. Your unreadable eyes tell me so.
You might think how I can see you right now. I see you the way a soul does. Although mine is still incomplete, I can still say that the blurry memories help me judge the states we are in now. My body is still functional; except the part that my soul no longer resides in it.
Mukuro took my body into the lower chambers of her palace. She placed me in those preservatory vessels she once used on me to prevent me, body and soul, from completely passing on to the afterlife.
My soul was still being pieced together. No, it is not your job. But I do not why you still go here to see the progress of my rehabilitation. You shouldn’t care too much fox. Your humanity might give way you’ll only hurt your family.
I on the other hand see only what is in front of me. Two different worlds, a thousand pieces of dreams meshed into one by the impossibility of my ripped soul. This happens when things get out of control, when the laws of nature are interrupted.
I do not wish to curse Shizuru nor Yukina nor anyone who directly or indirectly affected this outcome. It’s useless anyway, a waste of thoughts, a waste of words, words that will not even be heard by the supposed listener.
You are still looking at me. It’s a shame, isn’t it Kurama? The person who you thought who could save us both from the total misunderstanding of the complexities of love, lust and infatuation is now a wreck, on terms of body and spirit.
I wish we could still be friends though. If I get out of here, will you still be there? Are you still going to be the person who attacked me then healed me?
Are you still going to help me up when I get knocked down by the enemy?
Are you still going to bandage the cut that I have received from you or whatnot?
Are you still going to let me carry you when your human body cannot take the pain of an enemy’s blade inside you?
Are you still going to open that window so I can sit on the sill?
Are you still there to tell me to tell Yukina of my secret?
Are you still going to be there to agree on things that even an insane man might disagree on?
Are you still going to be there to show me the good of your human mother?
Are you still-
God. Kurama. Hope. That is what you gave me. Making me see a silver lining before I collapse under the pressure of my heritage and my stubbornness.
I do not know whether it was lust, love or plain obsession that drove you to tell me those things nor do me the way you did. I was confused, I still am now.
But if you will be there after this, I will, without a doubt come back.
I need to know. I need to know from you.
You and only you.
~fin~
a/n: finally. Well, that’s the epilogue. There may be a sequel. I hope so. I think I’m starting to like the story too. :D