I still own no one. This chapter is from Yusuke's POV. Even though it comes third it was written last, so it's a bit lacking in eloquence because I was tired of rhyming. But since when has Yusuke been eloquent?
I've rarely seen him so silent, subdued;
It's really frightening when he starts to brood.
His eyes light on fire, you don't want to go near,
But right now, if I don't, Kurama I fear
Will lose all constraint, or maybe his mind.
And as I approach, I'm shocked to find
There are tears slowly dripping from each of his eyes
"What has happened?" I ask as he continues to cry.
"I left her." He says, his voice sounding bereft
Of emotion, of feeling, "There is nothing left."
"Shiori?" I ask, and he nods with a sigh
I look for a moment and then I ask, "Why?"
He goes on to explain what he feels he has done
How she will be hurt if he stays her son.
The truth he has told her, with every detail
But for Kurama the choice is more of an ail;
He regrets it deeply, that I can see
But also he feels it is better if she
Never sees him again, and if never they speak
For then demons won't exploit the weak
Human mother, the fox demon's heel,
The one he protects with a strange kind of zeal.
The one thing that I cannot understand
Is how Kurama will fare with this on his hands.
He hates himself for it; it's all over his face
In each of the tears that forms liquid lace.
How will he ever manage to survive
If to these depths his mind repeatedly dives?
Shiori he's saved but himself he has not;
For he's beating himself up over the thought
That he personally harmed her, threatened her life
When that's simply insane, an unneeded strife.
But when it comes to Kurama and how he feels
There is nothing I can say that could possibly reel
Him back in from the edge of that dark precipice
For right now in front of him I see a list
Of all the things he feels he's done wrong,
It's depressing to see that it's pretty long.
So I walk away and leave him alone
Then, all of a sudden, I hear him moan,
"For all of my life, a thousand years' hate,
I've finally loved, but it's come too late.
The one that I care for I cannot be near
For her death is the thing that brings the most fear."
He pauses a moment, maybe to think
Then suddenly those golden eyes blink
As if he has felt a new jab of pain in his heart
Then once again than empty voice starts
"I know it's selfish to miss her like this
But her life is better than my personal bliss
At having someone who truly does care
For such a beautiful thing is really quite rareā¦"
He trails off and I see he's made peace
With the parts of his heart; he is at ease.
I look back at him and quietly say
"Decisions you've made on this fateful day
May have been hard but I hope that you may
Learn to move on and this life stay."
He looks up shocked, then quietly nods,
And then I silently thank god.
