Healing
In order to heal the one's he loved he had to take their pain and carry it. Unlike the original hosts, these wounds would never bleed or scar or heal. They would forever remain etched upon Yuki's heart and mind. Until they all slowly drove him mad.
Necklace
It was a tangible mark of Yuki that he would never willingly remove. It was a privilege to wear something that Yuki created; it was proof that in some fashion Yuki cared deeply for him. And for that it was always remain unbelievably precious to him
Scent
Yuki took a deep breath, drawing the scent deeper into his lungs. Luka's smell was like coming home.
Storm
Yuki curled tighter, the clutching the pillow closer. The flash illuminated the bedroom, the crack of thunder vibrating the bed. He whimpered. "Luka" Yuki whispered. Hands gently pried the pillow away. Yuki went eagerly into the shelter of Luka's body. "It's alright, I'm here, I will never leave you,"
Bed
Sitting on the edge of his bed Yuki stroked the coverlet softly. You couldn't tell that only moments ago a body had been there, for hours, never leaving. Luka had sat like a sentinel for the two days Yuki had slept, recovering, then disappeared like smoke.
Cold
When Yuki talked of cancelling the contract, Luka froze, his body going cold. Since Luka had been forgotten, that contract was one of the last things tethering them together. Would Yuki go that far to separate from him? But no, Yuki was only thinking of him, the relief chased away the terrible coldness.
Friends
Growing up alone except for Kanata-san, Yuki didn't quite know what to do with friends. It used to be an idea, an elusive dream borne of loneliness. Now, he had many and he felt so very lucky, he gladly took their pain because they gave him so much more in return.
Smile
On the very rare occasions that a smile ever graced his face it never failed to make Yuki's heart skip and his breath catch. He cherished each and every one, proud that those smiles were only for him.
Taste
Luka was oddly pleased about the fact that for the last two lifetimes he was the only being, ever to know exactly how Yuki tasted.
Shadows
When Yuki was a child, he used to fear the shadows. Frightened of what they could be concealing. Many nights he had slept with Kanata-san for comfort when his mind conjured something particularly vile. In recent months however, Yuki's perspective had drastically changed. Now the only thing his mind conjured in the waiting darkness was a pair of flashing silver eyes.