……………Story set around the time when Yomi first lost his sight because of the assassin Youko Kurama sent. Yomi doesn’t know that Youko Kurama sent the assassin.

 

 

WARNINGS:  Bitter? , Yomi POV, OOC (because I haven’t written from his point of view before)

 

 

Death is not Always Unwelcome

By: Skylar Inari

 

 

Death is not always unwelcome.

 

Some people greet it with welcome arms opened wide.

 

I can’t do that.

 

Even though I cannot see any more.

 

Even though I was betrayed by the people I considered to be the closest to me.

 

I refuse to let Death take me while I am so weak.

 

I stumble through the world in a haze of darkness now. 

 

My surroundings indistinguishable to me.

 

The once green forest is now nothing but a continuation of the blackness I feel growing inside of me.

 

I am weak.

 

The admission is hard to make – even just to myself.

 

But it’s true nonetheless.

 

If it were not, then Kurama and Kuronue would have come to my aid.

 

I guess I went my own way one too many times for them to bother rescuing me anymore.

 

Too much of a pain to take the effort, I guess.

 

I stagger to my feet, then fall to my knees again.

 

It is then that I realize exactly how much blood I have lost.

 

I must have been lying in the mud for hours before waking and finding myself unable to see even the slightest difference in shades.

 

Gritting my teeth in determination I stand up. Slightly unsteady but standing.

 

Tentively I touch my face. My hand flinches back in horror I discover the full extent of the damage done to my face. Luckily, most of the injuries will heal without leaving a scar I hope. But my eyes…. They will remain unseeing for the rest of my life.

 

I’d be angry, but I don’t have the youki to spare. Every last bit of it will be needed to aid in restoring my body to whatever strength it can achieve.

 

I can’t die now.

 

If I did it would be the ultimate betrayal.

 

I’d be admitting that my ambitions were nothing but fanciful dreams and hopes.

 

Moving falteringly I feel my way through the trees. My wounds complaining of the additional stress I am placing on them.

 

I grimace in agony. Regardless of what my pains may think I do know that they are there but I also know that the only way to get better is to find a doctor.

 

Body shaking with every unsteady footfall I head in the direction I think the nearest town is.

 

Death is not always unwelcome.

 

But….

 

This time it is.

 

 

~Owari~

 

I think this is soooo horribly out of character…………..grrrrrrr……………..

 

 

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