Bloodstains - A Yu Yu Hakusho Fanfic
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yusuke, Suzaku, Muguru, Maze Castle, or anything else YYH. I'm working on that though...
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    As night fell upon the ruins of Maze Castle, a lone figure stirred. Pushing away the rubble pinning him to the hard stone floor, he sat up slowly, gazing around at what remained of his tower. His eyes came to rest upon a single, tiny spot of green among the cold sea of grey. Slowly he stood, and, broken left arm dangling limply at his side, stumbled the few feet to where the object lay. He gasped.
    Lying before him was the bloodied wing of a vibrant green bird. The other, still attached to the creature's body, lay several yards away, its head lolling on a half-severed neck, legs and tail no more than a ragged, bloody stump.
    Once this creature was alive, he thought. Once, only hours before, the blood that now stained his hand had coursed freely through her veins. Once, he now knew, she had loved him.
  But in less than an hour, the only friend he had ever known was torn from him, his entire life's work destroyed by a single human boy. What was the point of love? It has brought him only pain and suffering, never the great power the Urameshi boy had shown as he made the killing shot, tearing apart his beloved companion's body. What had gone wrong for him?
    Choking back a sob, Suzaku unwound the scarf hanging about his neck, wrapping it tenderly around his friend's mangled body. Even as the crimson stain of her blood spread across the white cloth, he stood and, cradling Muguru's limp form in the crook of his arm, turned to leave the castle for the last time. The Lord of the Saint Beasts was not yet dead.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yusuke, Suzaku, Muguru, Maze Castle, or anything else YYH. I'm working on that though...
~*~
    As night fell upon the ruins of Maze Castle, a lone figure stirred. Pushing away the rubble pinning him to the hard stone floor, he sat up slowly, gazing around at what remained of his tower. His eyes came to rest upon a single, tiny spot of green among the cold sea of grey. Slowly he stood, and, broken left arm dangling limply at his side, stumbled the few feet to where the object lay. He gasped.
    Lying before him was the bloodied wing of a vibrant green bird. The other, still attached to the creature's body, lay several yards away, its head lolling on a half-severed neck, legs and tail no more than a ragged, bloody stump.
    Once this creature was alive, he thought. Once, only hours before, the blood that now stained his hand had coursed freely through her veins. Once, he now knew, she had loved him.
  But in less than an hour, the only friend he had ever known was torn from him, his entire life's work destroyed by a single human boy. What was the point of love? It has brought him only pain and suffering, never the great power the Urameshi boy had shown as he made the killing shot, tearing apart his beloved companion's body. What had gone wrong for him?
    Choking back a sob, Suzaku unwound the scarf hanging about his neck, wrapping it tenderly around his friend's mangled body. Even as the crimson stain of her blood spread across the white cloth, he stood and, cradling Muguru's limp form in the crook of his arm, turned to leave the castle for the last time. The Lord of the Saint Beasts was not yet dead.