Summary : Love is disturbance, sacrifice, devotion, action, sun, suicide, instinct, need, pain and so much other things… Short POVs at various time of the manga, Yaoi hinted.
Disclaimer : They're not mine, but I hope they do love each other…
Part 1 : Hôtô.
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« Love is disturbance. »
(Nî)
It is the x in your calculations.
You don't want or need it, but you have to admit its existence made your life so much more interesting, since you discovered the improbability it creates.
You didn't expect Koumyou sanzo dieing so easily, you admit. He was your rival. But the stupid monk took a lethal blow in the stead of his apprentice.
You didn't expect your white knight to ever regain his senses, you admit. He was your puppet. But this supposedly empty shell took a blow in the stead of his swordsman.
It makes you laugh over your chessboard.
« Love is sacrifice. »
(Kougaiji)
Your heart isn't stone like your mother's one, but for some time, your mind had been as blank as hers.
Blackness and nothingness were slowly swallowing you, drowning you.
Let go, they said.
You could have welcomed them and rested.
Still, in the flesh, something was carved.
The ghost of their hands on you.
Mother's and sister's and others'.
Their names.
The moment Death whispered Dokukakuji's one, you couldn't hide anymore in the darkness.
So you came back.
Your foes looked surprised.
Yaone and Doku stared.
How come they can't understand?
Spill your blood for them is an honour.
You smile.
« Love is devotion. »
(Dokugakuji)
He is holy.
You seldom touch him, as if jufus were hanging about your prince to protect him. You attend him a little bit the same way he attends his mother of dead stone.
And you're afraid of admitting it.
But when you do... You suddenly feel the need to touch a part of him, any part : fiery hair, burning skin…
Good old courtiers say you're overfamiliar. Fools. You fear not to be enough to keep him among the livings!
Question his choices, just to make sure.
But obey.
Close your eyes and wish you could suffer instead of him.