Interchangeable
Summary: We all bear some scars in our lives. A significant few carry far deeper and more prominent wounds. It's hard to find someone who can truly understand you, and sometimes you feel like giving up on life. But amidst all that suffocating turmoil, there's always a similar soul out there to fix the broken pieces that is yours. Life slowly starts to become worth living and you begin to believe things can get better. It takes time and for them, it took them centuries to find the person who would heal them.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho.
Their eyes were what tied their fates together.
Even before her smile and his red hair, even before her sweet innocence and his polite demeanor, even before her unwavering kindness and his passionate will to protect – their eyes were what drew them in first. When they first met, they could see the sense of understanding in each other's eyes; a feeling which merely intensified the next time they would meet again and ignited that subtle yet persistent attraction towards each other like one magnet to another.
Before she was a grim reaper with the human empathy of a mortal, she was nothing but a mere guide to dead souls who had scarcely a hint of genuine emotion in her forced smile. Before he bound the demon inside him closed and gained a human heart, he was nothing but a ruthless brute who had no love for anything excluding the treasures he stole and the havoc he caused. Even though they didn't know each other at first, it felt as if they had known each other for years. It only took one brief look for them to understand – a feet none had ever accomplished.
Of course many had offered them companionship. Demons like him understood and ferry girls like her empathized. Although, there was no surprise in that – they lived in the same world after all and it was hard not to spot someone who had gone through exactly what you did. But outside of people of their kin, they only had each other to understand.
Some looked at them in pity and confusion, others glared at them with disdain and hatred. But it was only them that gave one another what they had always craved for – acceptance, acknowledgement, an ultimatum that no matter how hard they tried, it was difficult to wash the blood in their souls away even if their hands were chafed raw. Carnage was their friend and death was their infinite companion in the steps they took. They knew and was aware that it would take a long time for that to change. No matter how much they had redempted themselves, chaos had always been their downfall.
Despite that, they hoped. They hoped and believed things could change. Because this time, they were not alone and they had one another to pull them along when they lost their footing. When tired defeat felt like a sweet temptation, they would be there to assure each other that their hard efforts to be better would one day bear fruit. He told her she could begin living even if she was already dead, and she told him he could be more than what he had convinced himself to be.
Underneath their constrating exteriors, they both knew they were one and the same – shells of who they really were; two broken people who only had one another to depend on when their souls needed mending. They shared the same burden and helped each other in hopes of moving forward. Life could be better, and for the first time in a long time, they had a reason to believe in that.
It would be hard – it would be more than hard. But they would be there for each other.
A/N: Just a random one-shot. Couldn't get it out of my mind so I decided to type it out. Lol. Hope you guys enjoyed it anyways.
