Red: Hello guys! This is a Yukina/Touya pairing to the song: Painters by Jewel.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or Painters.

Red: On with the fic!

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Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
Watching the clouds roll by They remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times long ago.

Yukina sat on the steps of Genkai's temple. They were mostly dead now. Yusuke had passed away a few years ago, as did Kuwabara. Kurama had moved away and they had lost contact.

But the death she thought most tragic was Touya's.

When she used to color carelessly painted his portrait
A thousand times-or maybe just his smile-
And she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go
'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
A lovely world.

She smiled remembering the things they would do together

Oil streaked daisies covered the living room wall
He put water-colored roses in her hair

Yukina thought about when he had first expressed his love to her. It was a warm spring morning...the two were walking through Kurama's rose garden....

He said, "Love, I love you, I want to give you mountains, the
sunshine, the sunset too
I want to give you everything as beautiful as you are to me
'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
A lovely world.

A small smile graced her lips thinking of how sweet he was...

So they sat down and made a drawing of their love, an art to
live by they painted every, passion every home, created every beautiful child

The smile grew remembering her children.

in the winter they were weavers of warmth,
in summer they were carpenters of love
They thought blue prints were too sad so they made them yellow
'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
A lovely world.

Yukina loved him. She loved everything about him. She had a family with him, for Koenma's sake! Until that one day...

Until one day the rain fell as thick as black oil
And in her heart she knew something was wrong
She went running
through the orchard screaming,
'No God, don't take him from me!,'

Tears were rolling down her cheeks now.



But buy the time she got there, she feared he already had gone
She got to where he lay, water-colored roses in his hands for
her She threw them down screaming, 'Damn you man, don't leave me with nothing left behind but these cold paintings, these cold
portraits to remind me!

She remembered everything. He had been given a mission to complete.

He said, 'Love I leave, but only a little, try to understand
I put my soul in this life we created with these four hands
Love, I leave, but only a little this world holds me still
My body may die now, but these paintings are real.'

She sighed, wiping away a stray tear.

So many seasons came and many seasons went
and many times she saw her loves face watering the flowers,
talking tot he trees and singing to his children

Yukina sighed, and stood up.

And when the wind blew, she knew he was listening,
and how he seamed to laugh along, and how he seemed to hold her
when she was crying
'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
A lovely world.

She slowly walked into the temple.

Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
Watching the clouds roll by, they remind her of her lover
how he left her and of times long ago, when she used to color
carelessly, Painted his portrait a thousand times, or maybe just his smile,and she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go Yes, she and her canvas still follow
Because they are painters and they are painting themselves
A lovely world

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Red: Well? How was it? Please review!