Hello! Thanks for reading - this is the first YYH story I've posted, so... I hope it's okay. Yeah.

I really like Dark Yukina stories, but I haven't really seen a lot around. Here's my try at making one!

Enjoy!


Yukina stood at the edge of the cliff, wondering what it would be like to be to fall. How much would it take for her to lean off of the cliff, to soar like a bird, to crash and die from the impact?

Did her brother fly or fall when he was dropped from this very precipice? Was he still alive, still flying, or did he fall gracelessly, and die?

No, she had to hope that he survived the fall. He was still alive, and he would come back for the revenge he had been destined to carry out. He would kill the ones who had wronged him, who had cast him off of the island just because he existed.

And if he didn't come back, if he was dead, Yukina would carry out his revenge for him.

She smiled.

She couldn't wait.
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The walk back to the village was a dreary one. The cold, frosty wind whipped around the young ice maiden, the sky a dismal grey. She had a hard time understanding how anyone could want to live like this, in such a horrid, dismal place.

Maybe that was because she was the only ice maiden who thought about just how dismal the glacier was. The other ice maidens knew better than to think those sorts of thoughts. If they were dissatisfied with the glacier, they would soon want to leave. And that was dangerous for an Ice Maiden. If you went outside of the Glacier, you would undoubtedly run into a man at some point. And men were cruel, horrible creatures.

Yet, Yukina found herself thinking that surely not all men must be bad. After all, the ice maidens were cruel, wretched women, shunning her just because she had the blood of a man running through her veins.

The Ice Maidens weren't women, Yukina had surmised. They were hypocrites.

Yet, wasn't she one of them, despite her abnormalities? She was still allowed in the village, despite the fact that no one liked her there. The Elder hadn't exiled her from the village like she had her brother, the cursed child...

But no, Yukina had realized, she wasn't one of them. She was different from the others. The others were content with their misery, and she wasn't. She would never be.

She had fire running through her veins, molten blood pumping through her heart. The fire was a part of her, and she wasn't going to let it go.

Yukina closed her crimson eyes, and concentrated on her anger, on her sadness. A small flame danced across her palm, feeding off of her misery.

Fire, and ice. Warmth, and frosty cold. Life, and death. Healing, and hurting.

Fire was a part of her, and she would not let it burn away. Ice was a part of her, and she would not let it melt.

She would show the ice maidens that she wasn't worthless, that she wasn't someone to be looked down upon just because she had a father, and no one else in the village did.

The village would burn one day, and everyone who lived in it. Whether it was by her hand or not was up to fate.


Dark!Yukina is amazing. We need more of her. Really.

(Should I just make a Yukina appreciation blog on tumblr or something?)

Thanks for reading!