One-shot. Yomi’s POV
Warnings: Yaoi, angst, one-sided love, ect.
How did he get this hold over me? I am strong. Stronger than most.
Yet I am the proverbial clay in his hands. Though I highly doubt he dirties his hands with anything, besides the blood of his opponents. Despite the fact that the way he fights prevents the blood from touching him; well, most of the time.
The strings have been tied tight. He can manipulate me. Much too easily, for my comfort. A smile, a glance and he could have me dancing. He can make me bend and twist in directions I don’t want to go. But I’ll do it for him. I’d do anything for him.
I have to be careful. In my position as a ruler of the Makai, one must be cautious in their actions. If anyone found out about my obsession, I would lose face. Though I think the flirting made it obvious I liked him. But if people found out about his influence, well they would use him to get to me.
The power he holds is great. I would surrender my kingdom to him, if he asked. I would reopen every scar I have. I would re-blind myself. I would kill whomever he wants. I would do anything to have him.
And that sly kitsune recognizes it. I don’t think he would ask for such things, but his mind is some what twisted.
I know he hasn’t found another. I still have a chance. Thank the gods. If I didn’t have even the slightest chance of getting him, I would probably go insane. And who knows what I’d do then.
If he finds a love, I would be a puppet without a master. A dog without a home. A river without a course. A forgotten childhood toy. Any of these romanticized ideas would fit well.
I wouldn’t have a purpose in life. The strings would remain tied, but no one would pull them.
I wouldn’t want another. I could have almost anyone I want, but I want the one farthest from my grasp. I want what will most likely never be mine.
To him, I think I am a simple amusement. A danger meant to be watched, but you never worry about. Like a lion at the zoo. You know it can’t escape and kill you, but it still gives you a rush to be near.
I am dangerous. I am deadly. But I couldn’t turn my attacks on my love. I would rather die first. And that’s why he is always defying and betraying me. I never will do anything to retaliate, besides complain. I couldn’t bear it if I hurt or killed my fox.
I love him. I adore him. He is my life. He is my soul. He is my puppet master. And I am the marionette dancing on the thin strings for his amusement.
Author’s Notes: Yeah, I know. I seem to always write one-sided love stories. It’s getting to be a habit. Well, as you may have already noticed, this is my take on what Yomi thinks of Kurama. Forgive any OOC-ness. Tell me what you think. I want to know. So push that button.
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