They thought him perfect but he wasn't, really. Imperfect perfection, perfect imperfection. Hair, red, blood, silk. Flowing, enticing, mesmerizing. Cunning eyes, devoid, sly. Self-preservation was the main instinct. Torn. Honor, a new feeling. Caring. Kindness. Friends.
Friends.
The mar to the perfect Youko.
Silver and tall, perfect and alone. Selfish. Skilled. The great thief. A spirit of the forest, running, graceful. He was beautiful. They wanted him. Lust. Fox. He used. Love, no. Just sex. Just lust. But him. The bat. A friend.
Dead.
Careless. The perfect fox. Wounded, he fled. A weak human body housing a great spirit. Pathetic. Shuuichi. Still lovely. Still beautiful. But weak, at least he appeared. And maybe he was.
Friends.
Other demons would scoff. To care is to die. To protect is to put you in danger. Dangerous, to love. But he did. Or was it respect. Humans were fragile but strong in their own way. No, not strong. Just stubborn. Like him. Like the Youko. Monsters in their own right. Selfish. Hating. Demons of a different kind.
But there was also love. Caring. A deeper beauty. Was it learned or was it instinct? It wasn't in the demon's heart. Shiori taught him. Yusuke taught him. They all taught him. Yet in some it was there without the lessons. Kazuma had it. Yukina had it. But Yukina was a demon herself. Learned or instinct? Or maybe both. It had to be both.
Imperfect perfection, perfect imperfection. Youko, Shuuichi - Kurama. Red and silver, green and gold. A lovely blend. Humans were imperfect, but so was he. And yet in their imperfection humans were perfect, and so was he. They lived, he watched. They taught, he learned. Love. Friends. Fox. Human. All one. All perfect. All imperfect.
It's three in the morning. Let's see how it looks later after I've slept. I'm been watching too many Yu Yu Hakusho AMVs.
-next night- Wow. That is...choppy. -sweatdrop-
Wheee...And several months later, I dig it back up to post. It's kinda fun reading it while listening to "Vengabus (We Like To Party)" XD