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This secret,
as much as I know
it's mine alone . . .
I feel as though
the world should know.
I can't help
but laugh
when I look at my reflection.
Crimson
instead of
Silver,
Jade
instead of
Gold.
This 'human' body
which is now
my vessel.
'Shuuichi' they say,
although they are wrong,
I've grown used to it.
'Shuuchi' they say
in happy tones,
when it should be 'Youko Kurama'
in fearful groans.
A feared thief,
such as I,
residing in this
'human' body.
Would my enemies laugh?
Yes, I can hear it now.
Am I any less dangerous?
Surely not.
My whip nor my wit have dulled.
My cunning is still a force to be reckoned with.
Through these many years
of living here
in the human world,
and yet no one knows.
That beyond the smiling face,
beyond the emerald gaze,
beyond my beating 'human' heart,
lies the soul of a youko.
As I wait,
for lost energy to be regained,
I grow attached
to this human wench
whom I call mother.
Now I don't think I'll ever be free of
human emotions.
Through these many missions,
Assigned by Koenma,
I've grown fond of this world,
while loathing it at the same time.
Through the eyes of my allies,
and the eyes of my enemies,
I see new concepts
no one else could comprehend.
I've seen, smelled,
True fear.
But behind all this, you've all been deceived.
I may have these human tendencies,
But I am still that feared Youko Kurama under it all.
Do YOU trust me?
This secret,
as much as I know
it's mine alone . . .
I feel as though
the world should know.
I can't help
but laugh
when I look at my reflection.
Crimson
instead of
Silver,
Jade
instead of
Gold.
This 'human' body
which is now
my vessel.
'Shuuichi' they say,
although they are wrong,
I've grown used to it.
'Shuuchi' they say
in happy tones,
when it should be 'Youko Kurama'
in fearful groans.
A feared thief,
such as I,
residing in this
'human' body.
Would my enemies laugh?
Yes, I can hear it now.
Am I any less dangerous?
Surely not.
My whip nor my wit have dulled.
My cunning is still a force to be reckoned with.
Through these many years
of living here
in the human world,
and yet no one knows.
That beyond the smiling face,
beyond the emerald gaze,
beyond my beating 'human' heart,
lies the soul of a youko.
As I wait,
for lost energy to be regained,
I grow attached
to this human wench
whom I call mother.
Now I don't think I'll ever be free of
human emotions.
Through these many missions,
Assigned by Koenma,
I've grown fond of this world,
while loathing it at the same time.
Through the eyes of my allies,
and the eyes of my enemies,
I see new concepts
no one else could comprehend.
I've seen, smelled,
True fear.
But behind all this, you've all been deceived.
I may have these human tendencies,
But I am still that feared Youko Kurama under it all.
Do YOU trust me?