Theme 2. Air
Zero had grown up with Yuki, he had thought he knew her better than he knew himself. He knew she was responsible, and helpful, and she took her duties seriously. She could be compared to flowers, and the weather, and the stars in the sky.
Zero tended to compare Yuki more to air, especially now that he was spending his life chasing after her and always falling just short. She traveled the world with her despised lover, never in hiding but somehow impossible to find.
He would never forget Yuki Cross, as long as he lived. As long as he remembered to breathe. Yuki Cross was everything that is good about air.
Air carries oxygen to your lungs, it's necessary to survive. Air can be a flirty, cheerful breeze on a warm summer night. It can be a cool, calming caress to soothe a frazzled temper. It can be a calm, steady breeze, like the type that comes before the storm.
Yuki Cross still kept Yuki going. Her memory was what made him strive to survive, day by day. She was oxygen.
He could remember how she brightened the world around her with her cheerful disposition and carefree smile.
He could remember how whenever he was angered or upset, she would always eventually find him and work her magic. She would calm him and steady him with nothing more than a few words and light touch to his sleeve.
He wasn't the only one with a temper, though, and at time she was like the steady, irritated breeze of a spring shower. She could go from cheerful to indignant in half a second, the storm coming as a complete surprise from the silliest of things.
And it also blew over quickly enough, because Yuki couldn't stay in one place long enough to hold any sort of grudge, just like how the air was always circulating.
Yuki Kuran, however, was everything negative about air. She had a ferocity Yuki Cross didn't have, like a winter snowstorm. She could pelt your skin and soul with bursts of freezing agony, unrelenting and unforgiving.
She could chill the air around him, his heart freezing over with a solid layer of ice the more she blew the cold towards him.
Air can sweep away precious things, if they aren't properly tied down. Yuki Kuran had swept away Yuki Cross, and Zero hated her for it.
"The new me ate the old me."
The raging storm wind had blown in and replaced the gentle breeze, and there was no way to bring back the warmth.
Both faces of Yuki were impossible to hold to him for very long, Zero was slowly discovering. His chase always ended fruitless.
Kaname sprang up like a solid wall of rock for her to fly over and block Zero from her.
Yuki could squirm out of his grasp, reminding him of her similarity to the gentle breeze long enough to distract him from her violent gusts.
Yes, Yuki was air. Impossible to keep in one place. Impossible to hold. Easily missed, wholly cherished, completely despised. Calm and gentle, furious and strong. Everything about air, the good and negative, had found a home in her two faces.
How can you destroy air?
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