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What Is Love?
Genkai and Hiei left the room, leaving Kurama alone with Yukina. The red haired male moved over to her bed and gently stroked her cheek. A terrible pain went through his soul at the sight of his lover. Kurama bowed his head, as he knew he had failed her. He had failed to protect his mate-to-be and had allowed her to become this poorly injured.
With a choked sob, Kurama slashed his right palm and pressed it against one of her many open wounds. Ignoring the pain, he let his own life blood flow into her body, and when his wound started to close itself, he flexed his arm to tear the skin open once more.
She had to live, he wanted, no, he needed her to live. He wanted her to WANT to live. If not for herself, then for him and the kit only he could sense growing within her. It was barely there, but alive, mercifully spared from the beating she had recieved.
If she did not survive this, Kurama would kill her executioner, then follow her. Yes, he would follow her anywhere, death was no different. He would persue her into the next life, always to be with her, only to be hers.
Thats how deeply he, Shuichi Youko Kurama Minamino, had fallen in love with one, Yukina Akune Jaganshi.
Kurama looked up when a small cool hand touched his face, and was met with his love's beautiful soft smile. "I heard it all Kurama, and I know now what love is."