This is a birthday present for my very own Kouya. Hopefully she likes it, since I wasn't quite sure what to write her since she never told me what fandom she wanted her fanfic to be about. But yeah, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MADI!! May this year be tens times more awesome than the last!
Disclaimer: I do not own Loveless. If I did I would be sure to give much more information about the zero girls so RP apps would be easier for Madi to write, lol.
Death- it felt strange. The word felt odd on her tongue. It left a bittersweet taste in her mouth. Even stranger than death was the feel of rebirth. It felt fresh and clean. She could almost smell the citrus fragrance like what was left in the wake of cleansers. She knew it was something her partner would make fun of her for, but she equated the feel of rebirth to how a shiny, new table in a furniture store must feel- wood gleaming proudly under the bright lights.
"Yamato, what are you making that face for?" Kouya inquired stoically, eyes focused over her book on the woman before her.
Yamato's idiotic grin stayed on her face. Kouya's personality was so much a constant that not even being reborn could change it. The thought made her smile grow even larger.
"Just thinking how you would look with pink hair," Yamato sing-songed. "I have some dye left."
Kouya "hmphed" and went back to her encyclopedia sized novel.
Yamato's smile softened. This life would be better than the last. This life gave no names with which to hold them back.