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writetomyheart2012-10-09 11:32 am
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[Team 1] Demons can't love
Something really random with the first three images I saw on Tumblr to be inspired.
He can barely speak when he sees the swordmaster in chains, looking around like he could kill with just his eyes. Yokoo remembers the fear Yara could muster in his disciples, but the fear he was feeling now has completely different roots. After they found out Yara was a demon, they had to confine him, using magic sealing chains to weaken him. It seems like the treatment actually triggered the hate in him, forcing the demon nature to come out.
Still, his eyes have something besides hate. Demons were their enemies. Demons were good only if they were dead. Yokoo knows all this.
He convinces Kitayama to let him talk to Yara. As he enters the dungeon where they are keeping him, the odour of mould fills his nose and the humidity of the place starts to soak his bones.
“They should have locked you in a better place at least,” Yokoo says to the man crouched on the floor. Yara’s shoulders twitch and in the semi-darkness Yokoo can see teeth shining, a brief smile to point out the irony of the situation.
“You are always kind.”
“You lied to me.”
Yara raises his face to look at him. “I lied to everyone.”
“How could you? We trusted you. You taught us how to fight, you were one of us,” Yokoo clenches his fists. Yara only stares at him in silence.
“And now... we need to execute you. This is too hard for us.”
“Funny, I thought the one who was having a hard time was me,” Yara smirks.
“We don’t want to kill you, but we have no choice.”
“Rules...” Yara places his fingers on his forehead, the rattling of chains doesn’t echo in the muffled atmosphere of the room.
“Why are you here? Why a demon like you came here to live with us?”
“I didn’t like to be a demon, that’s it. You know, it’s pretty tough out there for us. I realized there was no better hiding place than the enemy’s den.”
“Only this?”
Yokoo recalls all the memories of the time spent with Yara. His mischievous yet kind smile is like fog pervading his thoughts. He can’t believe all of that was fake. He doesn’t want to believe the affection Yara showed to them was nothing more than a lie.
Demons can’t love. They are unable to love. Logic is nailed deep in Yokoo’s soul so he knows there is nothing to ask, really. But he can't help it.
“Only this?!” Yokoo repeats going to kneel in front of Yara and grabbing his shoulders.
“What do you believe?” Yara asks, composed.
Yokoo looks at him, eyes glimmering with tears that don't come out only because he is forcing them back at every breath.
“I’d like to believe we were friends, but...”
“Isn’t what you want to believe the truth?”
“You’re tricking me. What I believe might not be real.”
“Just because something is in your mind it doesn’t mean it’s not real, does it?” Yara smiles.
“I don’t want you to die.”
“Let me go then.”
“I can’t... the rules.”
Yara’s eyebrow twitches. He stands up and holds out his arm while particles of light starts to twirl around his hand. Yokoo winces back as a sword materializes in Yara’s hand.
“Who gave you that?” he asks, surprised.
Yara places the swords in front of him, looking at the reflection on the blade, and smiles.
“It was Fujigaya. Apparently no one can accept the fact that I’m not a friend of you anymore. He doesn’t want me to die either.”
“You are chained... you can’t...”
But Yara moves towards him, part of the chain hanging broken from his wrist.
“Let me go, Wataru.”
“You know I have to stop you,” Yokoo summons his own sword and clashes it against Yara’s when there are still orange sparkles whirling around the blade.
“I wasn’t hoping you wouldn’t, my friend.”
As Yara says the last word, a bitter smile forms on his lips.
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He can barely speak when he sees the swordmaster in chains, looking around like he could kill with just his eyes. Yokoo remembers the fear Yara could muster in his disciples, but the fear he was feeling now has completely different roots. After they found out Yara was a demon, they had to confine him, using magic sealing chains to weaken him. It seems like the treatment actually triggered the hate in him, forcing the demon nature to come out.
Still, his eyes have something besides hate. Demons were their enemies. Demons were good only if they were dead. Yokoo knows all this.
He convinces Kitayama to let him talk to Yara. As he enters the dungeon where they are keeping him, the odour of mould fills his nose and the humidity of the place starts to soak his bones.
“They should have locked you in a better place at least,” Yokoo says to the man crouched on the floor. Yara’s shoulders twitch and in the semi-darkness Yokoo can see teeth shining, a brief smile to point out the irony of the situation.
“You are always kind.”
“You lied to me.”
Yara raises his face to look at him. “I lied to everyone.”
“How could you? We trusted you. You taught us how to fight, you were one of us,” Yokoo clenches his fists. Yara only stares at him in silence.
“And now... we need to execute you. This is too hard for us.”
“Funny, I thought the one who was having a hard time was me,” Yara smirks.
“We don’t want to kill you, but we have no choice.”
“Rules...” Yara places his fingers on his forehead, the rattling of chains doesn’t echo in the muffled atmosphere of the room.
“Why are you here? Why a demon like you came here to live with us?”
“I didn’t like to be a demon, that’s it. You know, it’s pretty tough out there for us. I realized there was no better hiding place than the enemy’s den.”
“Only this?”
Yokoo recalls all the memories of the time spent with Yara. His mischievous yet kind smile is like fog pervading his thoughts. He can’t believe all of that was fake. He doesn’t want to believe the affection Yara showed to them was nothing more than a lie.
Demons can’t love. They are unable to love. Logic is nailed deep in Yokoo’s soul so he knows there is nothing to ask, really. But he can't help it.
“Only this?!” Yokoo repeats going to kneel in front of Yara and grabbing his shoulders.
“What do you believe?” Yara asks, composed.
Yokoo looks at him, eyes glimmering with tears that don't come out only because he is forcing them back at every breath.
“I’d like to believe we were friends, but...”
“Isn’t what you want to believe the truth?”
“You’re tricking me. What I believe might not be real.”
“Just because something is in your mind it doesn’t mean it’s not real, does it?” Yara smiles.
“I don’t want you to die.”
“Let me go then.”
“I can’t... the rules.”
Yara’s eyebrow twitches. He stands up and holds out his arm while particles of light starts to twirl around his hand. Yokoo winces back as a sword materializes in Yara’s hand.
“Who gave you that?” he asks, surprised.
Yara places the swords in front of him, looking at the reflection on the blade, and smiles.
“It was Fujigaya. Apparently no one can accept the fact that I’m not a friend of you anymore. He doesn’t want me to die either.”
“You are chained... you can’t...”
But Yara moves towards him, part of the chain hanging broken from his wrist.
“Let me go, Wataru.”
“You know I have to stop you,” Yokoo summons his own sword and clashes it against Yara’s when there are still orange sparkles whirling around the blade.
“I wasn’t hoping you wouldn’t, my friend.”
As Yara says the last word, a bitter smile forms on his lips.
mousapelli you turn!