Yukio Okumura X Reader OS

don't you see?

Demon!reader

The demon was knocking over trash cans and skipping through the rain like a small child; it had the same red feathers as Karura, but Yukio knew this wasn't Todo. The young exorcist pulled out his weapon and pointed it at the creature, who seemed to be enthralled with shards of glass on the street.

"What do you want?" he questioned sharply. "Why did you want me alone?"

The demon's gaze turned on him suddenly, and she giggled. "What," she whined with (color) eyes flickering in the misty evening. "I can't spend some time alone with the human I love most?"

Yukio almost dropped his pistol. (N-Name)," he stammered, losing his rough composure. "What happened to you? I mean, I... I thought you were..."

"Dead?" she finished with a small smile. The demoness picked up one of the translucent shards and began twirling between her fingers. She noticed Yukio visibly straighten, and his hands tightened over his gun again. "You were suppose to think that, Yuki-kun. It wouldn't be much of a surprise if you knew."

(Name) continued to walk in circles, breathing nosily through her mouth. "And I'm sure," she began, wispily, "I already know what your next question is; how did I get Karura's power?

She turned to the exorcist, expectantly, her tail swishing to and fro in excitement. "Do you have any guesses?"

"Tch!" Yukio gritted his teeth. "Stop toying with me!" he yelled.

She pulled a face of mocking shock, and within moments she had disappeared.

The phoenix clicked her tongue from behind him and breathed in his ear. "Such a temper, Yuki-kun," she scolded teasingly, her fingers running along his neck into his dark, raven-black hair. Her voice was low and husky, "I was able to devour a bit of Karura through a kiss."

Yukio whipped around in a fury, his turquoise eyes blazing, and he almost caught his ex-girlfriend in the jaw with his weapon.

They were still in close enough proximity to touch, but now, the exorcist's gun separated demon and human; a ward against evil.

The pair stood in the rain for a long time. They studied each other, trying to figure what would happen next; who would make the first move; who would be hurt; who would win? These questions ran ramped through their minds, all-the-while the rain continued to fall unceasingly from the sky in thick droplets.

(Name) took note of how the droplets on Yukio's uniform seemed to shimmer with light; how his eyes were now desperate and guarded to her when they had once been readable, like the fresh page of a book.

Yukio took note of the droplets on (Name)'s lashes; how her demon eyes still curiously held a part of her humanity. She loved laughter and hugging, kittens and ice cream; her terror of demons, and the safety that she felt within his arms.

The exorcist lowered his weapon, holstering it.

Don't you see...

He leaned forward and captured the demoness in his arms.

that I love you...

And pressed the gentlest of kisses to her rain-wet lips.

even still?