Another Kind of Death
Written by: Liv




It had been what, five years since…and what did he have to show for it?

Nothing.

He ran away. Abandoned her. But he couldn't help it could he? No, Yuuhi could take a lot of pain, a lot of suffering and agony. But love? It was an even worse fate than death. The unrequited role of love is what one never chooses willingly. But someone has to play it, someone has to break.

He left for the world he told them. To further extend his skill in Culinary Arts. He travelled to all four corners of the earth, expanding his knowledge by the best of the best, meanwhile learning new languages, new cultures and new lifestyles. But always with that pinching in his heart, and that ache deep inside his gut. Those who passed him by said he looked as if he was searching for something, and he was wasn't he? For answers of course. Only, for what questions he didn't know. Or maybe, he just didn't want to know.

Love.

Something so beautiful and precious had given him nothing but grief. Of all the things man can for once be proud of, love was really nothing but another kind of death. It would appear out of nowhere, seeking you, capturing you, bringing you down to your knees for its final blow. You had no choice in who you loved. Your heart was no longer yours to control. It became your master, you…nothing but a slave.

He was a slave to love. Love's Bitch as the Americans put it. But he didn't care. He knew it. Accepted it. Which is why he was sitting on this airplane, going back to her...

To Aya.