Title: Cycles
Written: June 2016
Warnings: References to self-harm.
Characters: Yukio Okumura
Summary: Yukio's thoughts as he changes into the Illuminati uniform. Spoilers for chapter 96.
He held the bundle of clothes in his hands, and just for a moment he couldn't think. His brain was locked, cycling endlessly on a word: how?
Everything had turned out exactly as was foretold. His experiences, dreams and feelings were exposed like the slimy pink layer visible when skin was peeled back. His attempts to justify himself were like scratching the itchy wet skin, painful but he would continue to pick apart the self-inflicted wound.
There's a limit to how long a person can do that, how long he could do that before accepting that there was no justification that would make it right. The time had elapsed. He ignored chances to ask for help. He omitted when it was convenient. He told everyone that he was fine.
He couldn't run from the law of parsimony. He wanted salvation. He wanted it badly.
Now he had destroyed everything Father built: his position as Rin's guardian and prodigy exorcist. Truth be told, he enjoyed watching that burn to the ground.
He couldn't run from his true self. He was now committed, beyond any hope or doubt.
If he could've gone back in time, he wouldn't change a thing.
