Disclaimer: Yak yak yak. Yuu Yuu Hakusho do NOT belong to me. There I said it, please don't sue me for using them.
Warning: This is for those who are homophobic and/or has a weak stomach. This is yaoi!
Note : sequel to Love for the Red Rose.
My love for you
By Siren M.
I couldn't do anything. I could only stare at the bloody red rose lying on my lap.
My heart is numb.
My eyes is stinging.
I can't breath. I don't think I even want to.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to pick the rose up and kiss it. I wanted to throw my hands around you and think of nothing else. I wanted…so many things. Yet, I needed so little.
I only needed your love.
I know. You loved me.
Even though you didn't say anything. Not even a "Wait for me". I knew.
Because you cared.
I waited, months and months, for years. Dying for you inside, my…no, our friends, they knew, they definitely, knew.
Kuwabara asked, never pushed. Yuusuke tried to push when I got too careless with myself. He never succeeded though. Now, I wish he had.
I would have went to look for you. At least, I would have seen you, even for a minute. But I waited. Just waited. Both of us were stubborn.
"He was holding on to it like a lifeline. I think...he wanted you to have it."
Even in death he was stubborn, hanging onto the red rose that was sprinkled with blood, when Mukuro tried to remove it from his hand.
He was like that. He held onto it, because he knew it belonged to no one but him.
Like my heart.
Even in death he held on to it.
I bury my face in my hands, sobs breaking through my chest though no tears came. I had already cried already them all. For him.
I curled around the red rose, smelling of blood, his blood, rocking like a small child.
I love you.
Like you loved me.
But we didn't say anything. Because we thought we didn't have to.
Maybe, we didn't. We wouldn't know now, would we?
I love you.
~owari~
Warning: This is for those who are homophobic and/or has a weak stomach. This is yaoi!
Note : sequel to Love for the Red Rose.
My love for you
By Siren M.
I couldn't do anything. I could only stare at the bloody red rose lying on my lap.
My heart is numb.
My eyes is stinging.
I can't breath. I don't think I even want to.
I wanted to cry. I wanted to pick the rose up and kiss it. I wanted to throw my hands around you and think of nothing else. I wanted…so many things. Yet, I needed so little.
I only needed your love.
I know. You loved me.
Even though you didn't say anything. Not even a "Wait for me". I knew.
Because you cared.
I waited, months and months, for years. Dying for you inside, my…no, our friends, they knew, they definitely, knew.
Kuwabara asked, never pushed. Yuusuke tried to push when I got too careless with myself. He never succeeded though. Now, I wish he had.
I would have went to look for you. At least, I would have seen you, even for a minute. But I waited. Just waited. Both of us were stubborn.
"He was holding on to it like a lifeline. I think...he wanted you to have it."
Even in death he was stubborn, hanging onto the red rose that was sprinkled with blood, when Mukuro tried to remove it from his hand.
He was like that. He held onto it, because he knew it belonged to no one but him.
Like my heart.
Even in death he held on to it.
I bury my face in my hands, sobs breaking through my chest though no tears came. I had already cried already them all. For him.
I curled around the red rose, smelling of blood, his blood, rocking like a small child.
I love you.
Like you loved me.
But we didn't say anything. Because we thought we didn't have to.
Maybe, we didn't. We wouldn't know now, would we?
I love you.
~owari~