A/N: This is a repost. In case they finally delete my other account, I put it up here. I couldn't just leave this one behind...it's my favorite vignette of Mukuro that I did.
Disclaimer: YYH is not mine. DUH!
Beauty
That right half of her body… that right half of her visage, her right arm, and that part of her leg… it was her pride. Scarred they were indeed, and she took pride in those wounds. Sometimes it reminded her of her horrible past and why it became that way, but those times barely occurred.
They weren't just scars from the memory that had traumatized her for years. They were scars from battles. And those scars had made her strong. They had made her what she is now. They were what made her unique. They were what made her stand out amongst everybody else.
Her body was her pride… her scarred right half. Her body was what made her beautiful. It was one of the many things he loved about her. If only he could tell her that again…
…As he stood by her grave.
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