There's No Cure To Love-Sickness
The crows caw as it swoops home, towards the burning sunset.
One step, two steps, the third step that he took was slow and hesitant.
He saw an orange glow reflected through silver hair and wondered why he is sitting by the sidewalk, staring at the sinking sun in a trance.
'What are you doing squatting there, you idiot? It's getting dark so go home.'
A flick of red eyes met his blue ones but the majestic colour of crimson red and orange and pink, once again occupied his vision.
'Tch…' he grunts. He'll leave. Who cares about that stupid perm-head?
'Where-…' he paused mid-stride. 'Where-… is home?'
For a moment, he sees it. The frail figure of a silver-haired child, with eyes as crimson as the dying sunset; suffering with distrust, writhing in unspeakable loneliness in the dying light of day.
'What are you talking about, you old man? Isn't Yorozuya is your home?'
Piercing red eyes gazed straight through him. 'Is it?'
He sat down as he accompanied the sidewalk man and sighed the burden of his age away.
'There are many who are thinking of you… It doesn't matter whether you're related or not; as long as they care for you, can't you call that place home?'
The corners of pale lips creased, and he took the expression as a signal to leave.
That day, the setting sun hid his own pain away, and the crows caw as it reaches home.
A/N: eh... where's the love-sickness in this scenario...? Hmmm...