Tales of Love: Tales Of Series Shorts [Various x Reader]

[Request] Raison d'Etre || Yuri Lowell x Zagi

requested by SuzoraPantarei (:

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raison d'être:
the most important reason or purpose for someone or something's existence

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Zagi absolutely despised him. With everything that he is - he hated Yuri Lowell with a passion.

The red-haired assassin just couldn't stand the self-proclaimed vigilante; from his cocky attitude to his sarcasm, to those frustrating sword tricks... Everything about him just pissed Zagi off to no end. He wanted nothing more than to relish in the feeling of running his sword through Yuri's body, and to see that confident gleam fade from his eyes.

Since their very first encounter, be it a stroke of fate or not, Zagi was torn between the feeling of joy and hatred.

Joy - because now there was finally someone worthy to fight; someone who Zagi could face off against without holding back. There was nothing more satisfying than orchestrating a chorus of agonized screams, the spilling blood, and finally crushing his prey's spirit within his bare hands. Oh, the very thought of it had Zagi bouncing on his toes. That was, after all, the greatest joy life had to offer.

Hatred - because Yuri never stayed dead. It didn't matter how many wounds Zagi would inflict upon him or how much he'd threaten Yuri's friends. His spirit always remained strong. In fact, Yuri only continued to get stronger and stronger... To the point where Zagi began to lose his passion for fighting.

He wasn't like the others Zagi had to face. He was different... He was special.

Before he knew it, Yuri had become his reason for existing. He wasn't too sure how he lived before meeting the long-haired swordsman.

Yuri was the spark that filled Zagi's life.

Yuri was the reason why he was born, why he existed... Why he had set down the path that he did.

It was all for this moment, right here - right now, as Zagi faced off against Yuri once more.

He didn't care that he was practically covered in cuts - ones inflicted by Yuri, of course. He didn't care that his right arm was now utterly useless; having sustained too much damage. And he especially didn't care that Yuri appeared to be in a physically similar condition.

It was too bad that annoying girl wasn't around to tend to him.

Yes. Too bad indeed.

"Die, Yuri Lowell!"

With a battle cry, Zagi charged forward with his knife raised high. He was careful not to slip against the rain-soaked ground. Throwing his arm forward, he felt his arm jolt in recoil as his weapon clashed against Yuri's.

"Yuri!"

Zagi tightened his hold upon the hilt of his knife. With every last bit of his strength, he pushed and pushed against Yuri's sword until it gave away. The long-haired man stumbled back, slipping against the wet stones of the secluded alleyway.

Without wasting a precious second, Zagi ducked low before springing upward and forward. His lips began to twist upwards into a wide, maniacal grin as he felt the edge of his blade plunge deep into Yuri's chest.

Oh, how wonderful that had felt! There really was nothing better than being an assassin. If Zagi was reborn anew, he would definitely choose this path again.