Part 1
Clipped Wings: Kurama
Feb 14
5:45 a.m.
As my eyes open and focus on my surroundings, the blurriness gives my gut a bad feeling. I stretched and stopped in mid-action when I suddenly remember…
He will be here
Somehow...
… I hate that dream. I was stupid not to realize that it was just wishful thinking. Hi – he IS youkai after all. Fully, not tainted like he thinks I am… Not weak. I was stupid to think that he would truly keep on coming back. I hate him. And I hate the way he makes me hate myself.
I stood up and headed towards the bathroom and gazed at my reflection in the mirror. I smile softly and my hand reaches for the silver brush close by, hum a melancholic tune as I drove strokes against my red mane. At least… Someone thinks highly of me…After a few rounds, I put my brush down and give a sigh as I slip off my sleeping clothes, and give another, louder this time, when I feel the lukewarm water embracing my body. So relaxing…
I must have dozed off for a while, because I focused when a voice started calling my name. I rose regrettably, and wrapped a silken robe around my body, tied the belt carefully, then started heading out.
When I opened the bathroom door and stepped through the threshold and into the room I slept in, I paused the moment I saw HIM. He was there, standing, looking at me like I was some sort of prize. And maybe I was. I continued walking after a moment of silence, and when I reached about an arm's length from him, I bowed in greeting, in respect. As I straightened, I felt him closing the gap between us. Before I could fully regain my poise, he strongly grabbed my chin, and forced his mouth on mine. And before I could start to resist, I manage to catch myself on time.
I had lost – iie – I had given up my freedom.
To this person, my new master, my lord: Yomi.
So I let him kiss me. And I didn't care as my robe slipped to the floor.