This is a poem I wrote exploring the relationship between Kurama and Shiori. The entire story is one poem, and that's why I am posting them all at once. But each chapter is from a different point of view. This chapter is Kurama. I tried making it so it wasn't double-spaced, but that made it harder to read. Sorry if you don't like this format. I hope you enjoy this, no matter how depressing it might be. I own none of the characters.
My world and hers were never meant to collide
Their very natures simply can't coincide
This isn't the way I would wish it to end
But her life is the thing that I must defend
Last night was too close when he caught her alone
To keep her in peril, I cannot condone
For she is a target to whims of my foes
To my single weakness the enemy goes
She was caught by surprise, and she had no chance
Against that demon's silent, deadly advance
The scars on her arms have been opened anew
As well as some others the demon now rues
Upon finding them, I was almost too late
And I hated to see her in that death-like state
The demon attacked me but he was then killed
He had no chance; my mother's blood had been spilled
The miracle is, she survived his attack
Now she sits and she waits for me to come back
When, truly, it's my fault she's here at all
Yet my other name I still hear her call
So I return to her bleak hospital room
Where the truths I must tell have started to loom
I take her hand, see her innocent face,
Her frailness, happiness, her care and her grace
But in the back of my mind, the past is alive
With the deplorable heights to which I did strive
It makes me balk, want to stop and not tell
That I am a creature destined for hell
But I weigh her life with the past that I fear
And whether her life or my lies is more dear
Then I brace myself as she grips my hand
I feel I am sinking with no hope of land
Slowly I tell her of the fox demon's reign
Silently wondering if I'll remain sane
I tell of betrayal, of Yomi's lost sight,
The crimes I committed, the way that I fight,
The fear and the glory, the treasures untold
The thievery, violence, and killings of old
I tell of power struggles, tournaments, kings
Of lying, coercion, despicable things
Of auras, of demons, of life-giving plants
Of ghosts and of pain, of deaths and of rants
I tell her some legends of things lost in time
The wars and the hurt, with no reason or rhyme
I see her face pale but continue I must
Lest one of my foes should return her to dust
I tell of my birth, of my life, of my death
Then silence, no sound but our whispers of breath
I walk to the window, the space an escape
From the fear in her eyes, from the words that I say
Then, still facing away, I say, "This is me."
My face starts to change, my aura is free
She gasps at the sight of my ears, hair, and tail
In hiding emotions I fear I shall fail
It's all on the table, no going back now
Then I turn and her eyes make me wonder how
I could hurt a woman as gentle as this
Her kindness and patience I truly shall miss
For a long time she stares with pain in those eyes
Finally seeing the face hidden by lies
And I gently brush tears from her reddened cheek
Then finally, finally, she starts to speak,
"I care not for your name or what you have done.
There is one thing you are and that is my son."
I fall to my knees by the side of her bed
Slightly relieved by the words she has said
For my lies have not caused irreparable harm
But her lack of fright is good cause for alarm
Then she continues, her words sounding so calm
For the wounds in my heart, they act as a balm
"Demon or human, if you feel you must go
Feel free to travel, so long as you know
My home and my heart are open to stay
If you ever need help, don't stay away.
Long ago I accepted that you'd wander free,
I only ask that you don't forget about me."
"There is no way I could!" I emote with a cry,
"But this could happen again! I can't let you die!"
She nods and caresses the side of my face
As the tears on our cheeks increase their pace
Then finally I stand and kiss her goodbye
I pause at the door, for I hear her sigh
Then I walk away, with all of my sin
Content with the fact I won't hurt her again.
