YukiRuri is awesomeness. Pure awesomeness ^.^
Discl.: Bleach is owned by Tite Kubo and company, not me C:
A polite bard had once stopped to tell her a story of a lost princess finding refuge, before continuing on his way; for a second, back then, she wanted to ask him to go with him, to explore the world.
She barely remembers it anymore; only bits and pieces hanging on the edges of her memory, falling into oblivion just when she tries to grasp them and hold on tight.
But she can remember the message.
…
In that story, the princess becomes a queen just because she is a princess – a creature of beauty and elegance, unrivaled by others. She receives anything just because of the blood that is flowing in her veins: blue and regal and royal and–
From time to time Riruka examines her scratches (so un-princessy, so ugly, so everything) and wonders if the reason for her poverty is her red blood.
That's a sound theory.
/excuses, excuses, excuses/
…
In that story, the princess gets the prince without actually falling in love with him. Without actually seeing him. She gets him just because she is a true princess. A being so very different from the normal human, unable to feel, unable to do evil.
Riruka looks over the scratches on her knees, so very red and vibrant, and prides herself on the fact that she is able to love (will surely love) and to hurt.
…
Love takes part in the plot of a lot of games. Mario loves his princess Peach and that's why he continues on saving her over and over again; Locke is ready to run kilometres and steal the sun, the moon and the stars in order to get his sweetheart back, Illidan goes way over the line just to impress his crush. Heck, there are whole sub-genres of games that include making someone fall in love with you, the usual idiotic lack of plot and 'cutesy' style.
In Yukio's little gamer heaven, there is a lot of love. Just not the usual love one might encounter: no hearts that skip a beat, no small smiles shared between two; just the cold clicking of buttons, the sound of quality soundtrack in his ears and moving pictures reflected in glassy eyes.
Yukio observes the love scenes as he plays and doesn't understand the concept. He doesn't get how one is able to get affected by someone else that much. He doesn't know how to let go, he doesn't know how to hold on tight. The only examples he has are the same old games that he plays again and again in the hours of the night when others sell their bodies or melt in others' embraces. And that's nothing.
But even if he understands, each example is oh so different than the other.
If he were to fall in love with a woman, should he leave her when she needs him the most, should he argue with her until the universe blows up and after that, should he teach her to live and then disappear into oblivion, should he ignore her but protect her when she needs it?
The second his mind jumps to that, he immediately thinks of something else. He doesn't care about such things (but can't help but wonder) so he mustn't think of it.
But maybe he'd choose to protect her.
/His PSP is the only thing that he loves. The markings on the buttons are long gone, due to overuse, but on the whole, it seems in perfect shape/