Hello everyone! Okay, you're probably staring at your screen with a raised eyebrow (AM I RIGHT?). I know I should be updating my other fic, but these damn plot bunnies just won't leave me alone and so I had to type this out!

I had this idea going around in my head for a while now because we don't really know much about this ship (I'm calling it SeiYu).

This is just a one-shot and I really hope you enjoy! I'd love to read your reviews.

I love y'all!

I had always loved you.

From the moment I set my eyes on you, when I came to your city. I intruded into your happy little world to take your brother's life and yours too, had you intervened. I was like a black cat crossing your path on a beautiful sunny day, announcing destruction like I had always done to every other person.

But you were different.

You didn't hate me, didn't curse me even for a second. On the contrary, you thanked me for helping your brother pass on with a smile on his face, while he was still himself and as he faded away, all I could do was stand and watch you weep. After all, what words of consolation could a murderer offer?

I expected you to turn away and never look at me again, to blame me for plucking a beautiful rose from your garden.

But you surprised me.

You pulled me along with you, offered a roof over my head for the rest of my trip, insisting that I stay with a family instead alone in a hotel room.

Though reluctantly, I accepted; arguing with you seemed futile and tiresome. I learned a lot about life on the mainland by living with you and my fear of ruining everything like I always did began to set in, so much so that I wanted to run away.

Then you stopped me.

You told me that it was okay to be different, that I was actually saving a lot of people. For the first time in my life, I thought I was doing a good job. The rest of the days passed by with me watching you smile through all your suffering, as if cleaning your wounds.

You taught me to live.

And as the date of my return edged closer, I remembered why I never let myself get attached to anyone. It pained me to say goodbye, to walk out the same door though which you had dragged me in a few days ago, but you didn't say a word.

I was lost in thought throughout my journey home wondering if I would I have stayed back had you asked me to. My mind was so full of thoughts of you that I had begun to forget my old self.

You changed me.

Without me even realising it, you had painted my black and white world with your bright colours. Everybody noticed the change in me, from my old father to the annoying pests that called themselves my 'friends'. I worked harder, achieved more, fought lesser and just thought more and more about you.

Years had passed by without any contact between us and when an opportunity arose for me to see you, I grabbed it.

Would you remember me? Would you talk to me again; laugh,giggle and smile at me like you had before? As I stood in front of the familiar gate, my legs began to tremble. I wanted to go in, to see you, but I convinced myself otherwise.

So could you imagine my surprise when I saw you standing at a distance, the bag of groceries you had held in your hand now fallen on the ground?

I kept repeating the same meaningless sentences, trying to hide the fact that I had come just for you. How would you have reacted if I told you that?

You'd talk hours on end about your job, the kids in the dormitory nearby that you kept visiting, about your life and I could only imagine how it would be if I were a part of it.

I was beginning to realise the feelings that awoke everytime you smiled at me. I acknowledged how you made my heart race and how terrible it felt crossing out days on the calendar. I didn't understand the depth, all I knew was that I was in love with you and I wanted to treasure this budding emotion in my heart.

But my happiness was short lived.

Upon my return I was questioned, and consequently banned from ever seeing you again.

How could I possibly stay away from you now that I had become conscious of the feelings I harboured ?

Nobody could have imagined that I'd take such a giant step, that I would disobey my father. But when they saw my empty room and the note I had left by the scrolls, they could do nothing but accept it.

'A sin' they had called you, 'my biggest mistake'. But if it were true, then you were my sweetest sin, a forbidden fruit I would cherish forever.

For once in my life,I had done something out of pure selfish needs, for the first time, I felt human.

And as I watched your changing expressions as you saw me walk in through the door after months of being separated, my heart began to squeeze in my chest.

You told me you loved me, that you wanted me to stay, that you could no longer wait in anticipation for my sudden visits.

I shed tears for the first time that day, out of pure happiness.

We were just two young people in love, doing whatever we felt was right, just us against the world.

I married you, forgetting everything else in the world, because to me nobody else mattered. We were so happy, spending our days together and making love under the moon, our hearts beating as one.

I'd wake up in the middle of the night, watching your chest slowly rise and fall with every breath you took. It was difficult for me to believe that you were here, lying next to me.

You were mine.

I lived the life of an ordinary man, though I still carried out my exorcist duties since I had demanded to be stationed in your city, to live by your side. And nothing could compete with the happiness I felt when you told me you were with child.

My child.

Nine months passed by, with me worrying what I would do and you assuring me that we'd make it through this together. The minute I heard cries coming from the delivery room, everything began to register in my head. When I held our beautiful daughter in my arms for the first time, I felt as though I was born again.

You gave me a family.

I adored her, my little angel, who wouldn't let go of me once I returned home from work. 'I love my papa' she would say. How could I express to her just how much I loved her back?

I began to teach the kids at the dormitory a few kilometers away from our home and you supported me wholeheartedly, knowing fully well how much I loved children. You even let me take our daughter sometimes so she could make friends, so she could see another side of life.

You were my pillar.

Even when the tragedy occurred, that night when all the kids were wiped out except one child, you stayed with me. You held my hand and cried my share of tears. I hated myself for not being able to stop it, for not foreseeing it, but you admonished me when I did so.

It was only then that I had realised our days of youth were over, that we were now responsible adults with more to life than just ourselves. I couldn't put you and our child in harm's way for any longer than I already had. I couldn't let you live with the blasted family name that I was cursed with.

And so I decided to leave.

I expected you to yell, shout, argue, cry, but you didn't. You told me to go, that you would be alright. You knew I loved you, you knew I did it for you, so you didn't question me even once.

You could read my mind.

I always felt so miserable, at how horrible a father and husband I had been, how much pain and loneliness I had put you through. I didn't deserve you, I never had, but how could I ever let go of you?

So years later when I returned to the place I used to call home with one hand gone, you didn't scream or cry, you just let me in with a smile on your face and a 'welcome home' on your lips. How I'd longed to touch you.

And I did.

Every crack in my heart disappeared with just one touch of your thin, delicate fingers, your soft lips trailing kisses down my shoulder, above the area where my hand used to be, the tears rolling down my eyes going unnoticed by you.

You loved me for who I was and I loved you the same, could I ask for a greater happiness?

And today, as I sit across the table watching you knit a scarf for me and humming a sweet tune, I think to myself, maybe there really is no right way to express love in words; maybe there is no way at all.

The rain, the wind, the sun, you bring them all with you.

Every time our eyes meet, you bring the world to me.

Note: In case you were unaware, a black cat crossing your path is a very bad omen in most Asian countries (I'm an Asian myself), hence the simile.

Okay done! I really hope you liked it, it's just a really simple one-shot so sorry if it was a little 'meh'.

Looking forward to your reviews, love y'all!