Edited: 5/2021
Title: Far away but so close
rated: Teens.
Character:
Senshirou Furuori and Kuroto Hourai
Disclaimer: I still don't own the characters
"It's better if I'm not around." Scream from the boy who has been named a shinigami since birth. From the very moment, he was taken in by Master Garan. The hour-glass started its countdown until 'that man' would arrive here. Bring a significant death toll in his wake.
"Why!?" From the very moment those two met, someone started to mend Kuroto's red ribbon of fate. Repairing to attach itself to his new 'soul mate,' his new partner.
Maybe it was Master Garan, or maybe in some way, it was Oboro.
Zweilts always fought in pairs; no matter what, they would always have their partner's backs. However, once that bond is cut down in front of your eyes. Depending on anyone becomes impossible, especially if you feel your hand-carry death on them. His life before and his life now, everything he touches seems to come to a rapid end.
"I'm the bringer of death! If I didn't come here in the first place, none of this would have happened!" Fate can be unkind at times. As it gave him one person to let down. First, he was powerless to protect his previous partner, Oboro. Now because of his lack of ability, one more person was murder saving him.
From that very day, Kuroto becomes part of their family. Senshiro, promise himself he will always take care of him. Like a brother or a father, even a mother if he had to. His heart broke, learning how Kuroto has ignored his whole life until he arrived here to live with them. He swore to himself his grandfather he will take of him no matter what.
"No! You're wrong. You are not the bringer of death... Grandpa nor I ever thought of you like that. You're not a shinigami! Cadenza is!" Kuroto always called himself a 'shinigami' over and over. He kept painting that picture of himself. Causing tears to form in Senshiro's eyes. He cried so many tears for the boy who used to refuse to let anyone get close.
The Zweilts of the black katana wouldn't let himself truly hear Senshiro's words. He always fell back on how 'he wouldn't understand.' "I can't be any good for you. Every time you look at my face. All of this will come back into your mind. This nightmare will keep running through your head if I'm around." Words just as sharp as his katana slowly cut them both apart. "You're better off without me. I'm sick of saying sorry to everyone."
Finally, a small light was shed on how the young Zweilts been living. He is always saying sorry for the same old things; the scary for bringer death to wherever he goes; he's sorry for being powerless. Sorry for being one of the last few Zweilts. He said it so much no one really listens to him. They just cast him aside as if he was nothing.
Never taking the time to understand him. To try to put themselves in his shoes for once. One nightmare that came true but help makes everything very clear for, Senshiro. He now understands what it's like to let everything go. To lose everything he has ever known. To feel pain so profound, words like 'I'm sorry can not fix. To feel so alone in this world.
Alone in this world, but one person was standing a few feet from him who knew this same feeling. "That's exactly why I need you, Kuroto. You understand this pain of having nothing left. Having no family, no home to return to." His words fell from his lips like the rain fell down from the sky upon them. "Everyone with whom I shared a memory with I've lost them all. All except for you!."
No one ever said they need him before. No one. He could only stand there in complete shock, just staring at the last Furuari, who broke down in front of him. "You're all I have, the only one I can reminisce about, Grandpa. You're the only one who knows about carrying this boiling hatred, the frustration, and pain of today. If you leave me..I'll go mad."
Painful words were the only thing that could set Kuroto straight. Opening his eyes to something he has been denial himself. A thought crept inside Kuroto's mind. A single thought that changes everything. "After all that happens, why would you say you need me with all your being?" Confusing thoughts at first until something change. "If you do that to me. Then I'll only end up need you too."
A rainy night lead to a nightmare, which leads to a vow of revenge. A path one of them has been walking for countless lifetimes. One has been taught since childhood not to let himself be consumed by it. It took four years. Four long years of training to become a person, worthy enough of becoming someone who may walk the countless lifetime with Kuroto. Someone who could always be there to protect him, to take care of him.
However, that same old picture started to repaint itself once Yuki Glou, the new God of light of this lifetime, came to be. Trouble seems to follow that one no matter what form the light takes. More reckless this time around, rushing off to find the one he's bond with. A bond that one of them is somewhat jealous of as the other one a little bit envious of.
Yuki, never afraid to admit he needs Luka. As Luka, never betray Yuki. Their ribbon of fate is stronger than anyone could imagine. No matter the lifetime, no matter of the form. They will always find each other.
The brush dips itself into the black ink, slowly adding outlines to the blank canvas. Starting out with the same old fight...over guilt. This time it was Senshiro who started it. Having a single self-doubt moment. Having their savior tell you personally that you're a charming person.
A 'nice person wouldn't walk down the path he picks. "I'm not nice in the least. In fact, I'm horrible. I'm here because I let myself be consumed by hatred and swore vengeance. I'm self-centered and prideful."
No longer what to tie Senshiro to this fate. Kuroto, need to let him go, no matter what. "Then leave. What we do is nothing then kill. Your kind heart is why you're cut out for it." He made it sound easy to walk away from this path. He decides to take. "I'm the one, Cadenze was after in the first place. Don't force yourself to stay with me. Get out while you still can."
"Will you be alright on your own?"
It's easy to lie to someone when your back toward them. "Of course." To cold-hearted of a reply that comes came too quick. If it was anyone other than Senshiro heard him. Without any doubt, they would believe him.
But Senshiro knew him better than anyone around. HE knew Kuroto ways and how at times, he's utterly useless on something. "What about your midnight snack?" Stopping dead in his track at those words. "I'm the only one who can make your favorite green tea kuzukiri crackers." Sad but true as Kuroto tried Tsubaki's attempt. Death seems a high possibility after one bite. "Can you keep your clothes in order by yourself? Since you don't know where the summer and winter things are." Now his partner, well soon to be ex, is trying to make him out like a toddler or a spoiled brat. "Plus, you always get car sick if I'm not the one driving."
Spinning around to met the art student eye to eye to give him an ear full no matter how much the blush show. "Would you-"
"It's like I told you before. I would never leave your side, no matter who else abandons me or looks down on me. I will stay with you to the end. Please never doubt that as it's my one and only wish."
They didn't know how many times they talk about this subject. Sometimes it feels like it's a never-ending carousel ride they're all stuck on. Then out of nowhere, that same old fight stop but not before Senshiro has one of his out-there moment mix with heartwarming words. "We did swear on these rings that we would defeat Cadenza together?" Heart-warming words that remind them of their vow. "It's was like getting married, right? If you break it off with me, Kuroto, you'll be number two!"
And there was his creepy out there moment that always catches Kuroto off guard forcing too. "Idiot!" call him by no other name.
The vengeful pair as they been called out both far from the home they once knew. Far away from everything they ever knew as they join the other Zweilts at Twilight Mansion to end this battle once and for all.
