A lesson in feelings.
And here's to you.. or not, not today.
Aside of that- just read.
'Love'.
The word makes you breathless, unable to speak it trough closed off throat, even though it should be simple enough./
Tongue tapping against upper teeth, opening mouth wide, teeth gently grazing bottom lip.
You have never said it and you don't think you ever will
Love. Ai. Láska. Liebe. Grádh.
A word, an emotion that Yato is not supposed to feel, probably, ever (but you think that's stupid, because your mother loved your old man and he loved her and your sister loves you all like it could save you).
You can translate the word into so many Earth and other languages, but you cannot explain it and you aren't sure you know how it feels, either.
You don't think you have heard that word recently and so you aren't even sure how it popped up in your head.
But it did and you are frozen on spot, sitting on the railing of the ship, legs hanging over the edge and you stare into the waves and you stare and you ponder the meaning of life.
"It would be too easy to push you off.." the voice doesn't startle you, you are more than used to the low rumble somewhere behind your back.
"Oh, but where would the fun be?" you ask and turn your head from the chaotic waves towards the chaotic person that is Shinsuke.
"Peace." he corrects, he blows a mouthful of smoke into your face and you cough, never used to the scent and feeling.
You wipe at your mouth when you can breath again and you hold his amused gaze, "You don't care for peace any more than I do." you blink your confusion at him and he looks away, just for a second and you take offence, you want to grab him and headbump him, you want to bite his skin until you taste blood, you want to bash his stupid, stupid expression right off. You think you love him, though, so you don't.
When he looks back at you, he is a poster-boy of poker-face and you do the same, search for a plastic smile to guard your feelings.
"You're not useful if you wreck chaos on my ships." he notes and moves, leans against the wooden railing right next to you, his elbow would bump against your thigh if you both weren't so tense.
You don't react at first, caught in the facts, because- why does he keep you around if you are a bother? He could have sent you to wreck chaos elsewhere, all the while keeping an eye on you. That way you wouldn't be a danger and he wouldn't break his agreement.
But he didn't.
Because he's here with you, even though he could be anywhere else.
"Than I'm lucky you don't like me for my usefulness." you risk and glance down at him, using the advantage of higher spot.
He doesn't look away and 'love' and yes, maybe it is the right word, after all.
Not really, no. And here's that question. Happy end, or not?
