I want to thank ReaperDemon for giving me the word for the letter Y.
Y is for Yearn
He had been gone for some time. A long time, actually.
It had been sixth months to the day that he left for demon world once again, no doubt continuing to train under Mukuro. He would be the one to succeed her, after all.
As she poured herself some tea, she began to think.
Had he really been gone for six months? To her, it felt much longer.
It just felt so…empty without him. He was the quietest and most aloof member of their group, but his presence screamed volumes for her. He was the shortest member, but his very being left a colossal impression on her. She wondered, where did it all begin? Was it the day that they first met? She had to admit that he had been quite intimidating back then. He still was, even to this day.
It was so bizarre. The more she thought about him, the more sad she became, the more lonesome.
Everything she saw and thought of reminded her of him. When she saw a shadow on the wall, her eyes would light up and she would rush to greet him, only to discover that it had just been a tree branch shaking in the wind.
And it drove her crazy. She wouldn't say to the point of insanity, but she was sure that the situation in itself was maddening.
She sipped her tea, and stared out the window, like she was hoping to see him there. He would sometimes visit her. Although they were rare and short moments, she made sure to savor every minute, because she never knew when he would leave again.
She honestly didn't know why she felt this way. Did she love him? If you asked her that, she would have given you the first answer that came to her: no. No, she did not love him. Love seemed like too strong a word. To her, love was something that you felt right away, you just knew. She never got that feeling when she was around him. For her to even say that she loved him was out of tune!
But was there something there? She could definitely say that there was. However, if it wasn't love, then why did she feel this way? Why did she think about him? Why did she trick herself into thinking he was there was in reality, he was so far away? Why did she constantly see his face in her mind?
If she did not love him, then why did she miss him so badly? Why did the very thought of never seeing him again send a harsh and deep pressure to her chest? She was well aware that he was a warrior, and that death was a reality recognized from birth. She knew that one day, someone stronger could come along and bring about the demon's downfall. And the very thought of never seeing him again, never hearing his voice, she was shocked to discover that even the thought brought about a pain unbearable.
She longed for him, she would admit it. She didn't know why, but she longed for him. She wanted him here with her, safe, and away from the perils of demon world.
She longed for him, but she did not love him. She did not love him, but she yearned.