A/n: This is a story of Youko Kurama. I didn't plan to write this story but because I had nothing else to do, I turned to write this one.
Disclaimer: I don't own YYH…not me…I'm not that genius (TT)
Chrysalis
Down the empty road, he walks. His pace is slow and doubtful. Yet, he still searching for that serene place. The oozing beauty of the place takes him further from the white and pristine. He rips the beauty with a knife. Not letting the wonders of the heavens sing to the joys. Loneliness creeps into his soul and purposeless life, and he finds himself present in the vortex. It left him standing on the ledge and it looks like he might just fall, couldn't seem to find a rail to hold onto.
His life is like the blue sea because when the wind blows, its harshness set free.
And his hopes crush, lost in the wind's gush.
He couldn't see the beauty of pomegranate, because it will die on him.
Or run with the wind to have it suddenly blow against him.
He wonders why is the route of this passive circle leads to the dark dead end.
He is strong enough to yield pain as the agony is his best friend, bathing himself in a pool of blood.
But he wonders why humans and demons went through the miracle of birth, only to face death and be devoured.
Now, he's awake in this infinity of coldness. As murderous thoughts stealing his poise and robbing off his sanity, coldly stripping him bare and helpless, he will have a pair of golden wings cover every inch of him and guide him through the part and parcels of life.
Hatred won't bring him anything.
Vengeance won't bring him anywhere.
Arid and empty land as far as the golden eyes could see, he trudges on steadfastly without a pause. With only temperamental weather accompany him alone as he continues his journey and no other creatures in sight. Get off from the darkness of his chrysalis and let his life be like the waterfall, because the water never turns back. It flows down following the stream.
