Yuki didn't need to look up to know it was Luka Crosszeria. The high-level Duras, known to many as the traitorous "Bloody Zess," moved with a silent grace that defied his lethal nature. He came to a halt just a step behind Yuki, his silver eyes reflecting the fading light.
"Is it that obvious?" Yuki asked with a small, weary smile. He looked down at his hands, which possessed the "God's Light" ability to heal others by taking their pain onto himself. "I just... I see flashes sometimes. Not just of the war, but of quiet moments like this. Only, you weren't standing behind me back then. You were holding my hand."
"You’re thinking about it again," a low, melodic voice murmured. Uraboku
The autumn air around the Twilight Mansion was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and late-blooming flowers. Yuki Sakurai sat on the stone steps of the veranda, his gaze fixed on the darkening horizon. Since joining the Giou Clan, his life had become a whirlwind of battles, ancient feuds, and the heavy realization that he had lived—and died—many times before.
Luka stepped down and sat beside him, the proximity radiating a familiar, protective warmth. He reached out, his gloved hand hesitating for a fraction of a second before gently covering Yuki’s. Yuki didn't need to look up to know it was Luka Crosszeria
The shadows grew long as night fell over the mansion, but for the first time in a long time, the weight of the past felt a little lighter.
"In every life, I have found you," Luka said, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. "And in every life, you have reached for me. It doesn't matter if you remember the words we spoke a thousand years ago. What matters is that you are here now." "Is it that obvious
"I might not remember everything yet," Yuki said softly, leaning his head against Luka’s shoulder. "But I know I’m not alone. And for now, that’s enough."