Disclaimer: YuYu Hakusho belongs to Yoshihiro Togashi
Visage
Kurama's face in the darkness is perhaps the palest thing Yuusuke has ever seen, save for his own dead body.
His breath catches in his throat as he stands in the doorway paralyzed. He is too far away—he can't see if Kurama is breathing, he can't feel if that pale cheek is as cold as it looks.
Yuusuke himself had helped clean the fox up afterwards. While the rest of his body had been a horrific mess of blood and torn tissue and the bitter aftertaste of smoke, his face had been completely unmarked. He had wiped away only dust from his falls, soot and blood smears from careless hands. There had not been a single scratch or bruise to mar his skin.
Flawless, white, so peaceful and still… so beautiful that he can not determine if the turbulent unidentifiable emotions swirling inside him are really because Kurama looks dead lying there rather than asleep.
And Yuusuke wonders, staring at that frozen face, if he is viewing exactly what Karasu had intended.
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Owari
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-Windswift