Demon's Love
For a youkai, the word 'love' meant different from what humans thought of. It was not only about care, about how you felt thumping on your heart seeing a certain person, about how you would willingly sacrifice for him/her, about how you missed his/her presence every second in your life. It wasn't. We called any affection, any special interest as love.
You could see Hiei. He loved Kurama, though all he did was retorting and rejecting every care the fox gave him. You could see Kurama himself, he loved Hiei, though it meant for an everlasting feeling of hurt and pain everytime Hiei rejected him. You could see Karasu. He loved Kurama in a way people wouldn't understand. His love was a weird mixture of obsession and admiration, with slight cruelty, being a sadistic youkai he was. Or Yomi perhaps? That Gandara King loved his only son dearly, although his way to show it was by giving extra hard training so Shura could develop splendidly, which was actually too much for an infant like him.
You wondered why I knew about them, where in fact, I never met Karasu nor Yomi? Don't mind, I just did.
All in all, demon's love was different. My love was Shinobu Sensui, the former Reikai Tantei. First I watched him, I was fascinated by how a boy, with so gorgeous look, possessed such innocence behind amazing strength. His innocence, his purity, his black and white view... I wished to be the one who crushed it. He was too pristine, and that's why I wished to corrupt him. Too pure, I wished to taint him. Too clean, I wished to spot a sin on him. Too beautiful, he needed to be broken, and I would willingly do so.
Sound twisted? That was how youkai supposed to be when they were in love, for your information.
That night, we finally came across. Assuming me as any other demon he fought daily, he showed no mercy in knocking me off to the ground. I knew I had lost, and felt bit of regret that I couldn't get across my love for him. I lied still, waiting him to kill me once and done. "Any last words?" I heard him asking. I knew he didn't really wait for whatever my last words could be, big or small wish, begging for pardon or throwing curses, telling something honest or just lie... So I answered what came to my mind right then.
"I want to live one more day."
"Why?"
"There's the last episode of TV show I want to watch. I've sworn that I would not miss it, no matter what."
"... Hey, I watch that too."
A heart of an innocent I witnessed that night. He let me live for that stupid last words I threw randomly. He even tended wounds he caused on my body. We talked long that night, until he concluded, "I guess not all demons are the same, huh?"
Somehow I was placed to be his partner in doing his job as Reikai Tantei. It was fun working with Shinobu, living with him, having chit chat and throwing jokes with him. I guessed that was when I realized I loved the human so much, even more than I loved myself.
I watched him as he broke down, at the Black Black Club incident. I watched how his personality split into seven. I watched how his pure heart got tainted. I watched how he managed to get stronger. I watched how the plan emerged at first and gave a hand to help him realize it. I watched him every second, and I still loved him.
Was my love complicated? Demons' loves were like that, don't you ponder why. I myself didn't understand. What I knew, my love for Shinobu Sensui was the base of my everlasting devotion. Even after he died, I willingly did what he asked me to, keep his soul forever, protect him from Reikai. It was the shape of my heart. I wouldn't be able to be that loyal without love.