Reincarnate
By Tione
Disclaimer: I own it. Really, I do.
A/N: Majority rules. The kuwa/yuk is sad and yus/kei is going to be happy! I've decided on switching the chapter order around. I had a nice idea for the kuwa/yuk chapter. Enjoy the overwhelming angst. Also note the sarcasm.
"You will be back someday,
And this awkward kiss that screams of other people's lips
Will be of service
To keeping you away."
-"The Best Deceptions" by Dashboard Confessional
[Yukina's P.O.V.]
He told me he fell in love with me because of my hair.
But now my hair is gone and I guess his love went with it. Because now I sit here in this great oak, watching him kiss his new girlfriend.
She is pretty. Small frame, big bust, no brains. She breaks off the kiss, smiles at him sweetly and I can see him melt under the smile. I melt too because my shield is weakening and aren't I supposed to be an ice apparition?
The blond bounces up the sidewalk to her home, stopping quickly at the door to send him a wave.
My stomach clenches and I can tell that if I stay much longer, I will be sick.
***
Kuwabara rambles slowly ahead of me. He's lost in his own thoughts and the stars he stares at seem to give him some sort of answer. I glance at them too. Maybe they will decide to grace this unworthy soul with an answer too. But they don't respond.
For the first time, he turns and sees me.
"Hi," he says amicably. This is the first time I have been able to see him close. He's changed. No longer is he the unattractive lug that he used to be.
"Hello," I reply coolly. I am anything but.
"What is a cute lady like yourself doing out here at this time of night?" he asks, hand scratching the back of his neck shyly.
I don't react. I stare at him, memories flashing through my head at an impossible rate until they all blur and I can't distinguish one from another.
Before I even know what I'm doing, I lean up and gently brush my lips to his.
He tastes different.
He tastes like other girls, like the blond bimbo and countless others and I can't get it out of my head and I know, I know that no matter what, I can never ever accept him back because he tastes unusual and wrong and it is wrong-
He is staring at me, staring and staring and staring. He is seeing my broken and dirty soul.
"Wha- What was that?" he splutters. His face is red but his eyes still stare and stare.
"You used to tell me that you fell in love with me because of my hair. But now my hair is gone. Do you still love me? Do you still love me?" I ask him, over and over, the question echoes in the silence and consumes us.
"I'm sorry, I-" Kuwabara starts. He looks at me like I am a wild animal; that I may pounce any second.
"DO YOU STILL LOVE ME?" I scream, enjoying the way they make my throat raw and rip through my lungs.
He doesn't remember. He doesn't remember. He doesn't remember. Nononononono, he doesn't remember. Nonono. Hedoesn'tremember.
I pull a strand of my hair, leftover from when it was cut.
Doesn'trememberdoesn'tremember. Doesn'tremembermeorloveor- nononononono.
My hands shake as I tie the strand around his throat and hear his chokes and gasps and wheezes.
This is better. This is better. Thisisbetter. Betterbetterbetter.
He told me he fell in love with me because of my hair.
Now he will die with it.