Would you hate me..?

Yasha and Akira scurried around the battlefield, checking for survivors and tending to wounds while Euya sat in shock on the ground. He couldn't help the feeling of rejection he felt in his heart at the wings that weighed on his back. 'Atleast my back doesn't hurt anymore.' He thought sarcastically to himself and he timidly flexed his new appendages. The blue-tipped feathers rustled lightly as they shifted against the dirt.

Yasha came over, letting Akira handle the rest of the people with her knowledge of first-aid that the wolf didn't have. Yasha stood in front of Euya, smiling light-heartedly at her friend. "I suppose your back pains were useful after all, hun." She said in her fading tribal accent, "They are very pretty."

Euya scoffed, "I suppose so." he muttered, "They must have fun, whatever deity is watching over us, to give angel wings to a demon." He said.

Yasha was used to his joking about him being a demon, but she frowned this time as he said it. Her heart started to ache as she saw one small, smooth tear slid down the man's face. His bottom lip trembled slightly, and he bit it to keep it still, which was a habit he had picked up from Akira.

"I..." Yasha didn't know what to say to him. She had always thought he was kidding, but she didn't realize how much he believed his own scornful words. "I don't think your a demon." She said at last, he just sniffed.

"Don't lie." His voice cracked at the end. "What else could I be? My own village was scared of me, and I let them die." Yasha winced at his words. He blamed himself for something she had brought upon his village, "I haven't been able to do anything right in the whole twenty years I've been alive, and yet I still get these damned wings. What kind of sick joke is this?"

Yasha said nothing, she just fell to her knees in front of him and hugged him tightly. Instead of leaning into her embrace, he tensed, going rigid as her arms wound around his neck.

"Please don't..." Euya began, "I don't deserve this. Please don't." But she didn't let go of him. He waited a few more moments for her to release him, but she stayed. Finally he spoke again, softly, "Would you hate me... if I told you... I love you?"

"Never." She muttered back.

"Thank you." He whispered back and finally returned her embrace.

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UGH. I spent 5 hours on a picture. I have too much time on my hands.

I realized something last night... I haven't drawn Euya in FOREVER! Like 06. Poor thing. I neglect my character, then make him act like myself. I'm so sorry, Euya! Forgive me! *headdesk*

He'd be better than me anyways, if he were real.

Love him, for he is cute, and has preeeeetty wings.

Oh, and the person hugging him is Yasha Windspirit . Because secretly, they were always meant to be, they just never realized it but everyone else had the inkling they would love one another.

AWWWWW... I should give all my characters happy endings. *Ironic, character death author*

Comment and Crit to your hearts content, my dears.

Signed,
Akira Necris
*insert random rose here*