Mature themes.
The story about Kuran Kaname's hardship, after finding himself in sunlight, bright, alive and meaningless. He has a daughter Ai Kuran and Zero's son Ren to take care of but are they the only ones he can live or die for?
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"I'm yours." Kaname was surprised of his own words. He calmed down and let her hand go, shocked. She was very still, he heard sniffling. He moved her to face him.
"You're not mine." She said smiling, tears ran down her pretty face. Kaname lost in thought just stood while she slowly exited the room. Suddenly his legs gave up making him fall against the floor.
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He felt tears running down. "Why am I crying?" He said to himself.
Had he only been led by his human desire to this point? To the point of surrendering to someone he barely knows...surrendering completely. Was he this desperate for affection and connection? From sadness and grief he only turned to desire for distraction? He pictured Hana's smile and laugh, her lustful gaze.
"No..."
A foggy memory of Yuki crossed his mind. Pain surfaced his chest, he couldn't breathe. He grabbed his own shirt, searching, gasping for air.
Was this only that? Only carnal desire? If so what was the reason for feeling this conflicted? Could he not only seek his desires with consent and without remorse? Why have second thoughts? He couldn't bare his thoughts one minute more.
"Kaname!" Ren opened the library door. Took his face in his arms. "Dad, what's wrong?! Dad?!" Kaname saw Ren's face fleeting little by little.
When he woke up again he was in his bed. Ren and Ai slept soundly besides him. He relaxed seeing them peacefully asleep.
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Tea was served in his room's table instantly thought of her. Pain invaded his chest, tears surfaced his eyes. He cares for her, trully. If not, this pain has no name. No reason. No...It does have a name, this pain, fluttering in his stomach, locking his throat. He thought of their promise, her smile.
He would not feel this, if what he felt was not genuine. Conflicted to express his desire because of a foggy memory, a now distant love. Sad to have lost what he still doesn't understand and perplexed of his own capacity to care genuinely for someone else once again so soon.
Is this not correct? To want someone for yourself so badly you surrender to them? So badly you'd scream it to the whole world while they held your hand? -I'm yours- he repeated these words on his head. He barely believed it himself he dared to say something like this.
