1. Chapter 1 (1/2)

title: destiny||characters: yubel, juudai||ship: yubel x juudai/juudai x yubelchapters: 1-1||words: 1,000genre: romance, angst||rated: gchallenges: diversity writing, gx, canon claim: b14, 1st person povsummary: yubel's search for juudai has been long and hard but yubel will never give it up. what's meant to be is meant to be.

i have fought so hard and so long to find him again. i have done anything that i had to, and perhaps things that i didn't have to.

but i don't care. only juudai matters to me. only juudai has ever mattered to me. my own life means nothing, because it belongs to him.

it always has. since that first time we met, i knew that i would do anything for him. he saved me and for that, i am his, now and forever.

i would love him even if he hadn't saved me. i would search for him throughout time and space, because he loves me. i know this won't change. it never has.

we have had many lives together since that first one. though i have not worn a mortal flesh form ever since then. he's always known that i am there, for he can always see me.

we are one heart. we always have been.

he was – and is – the first and only being that i have ever kissed. i have never wanted anyone else. i could never want anyone else. we are crafted for one another, bound together by the bonds of the heart and of destiny.

i have never asked if he's kissed anyone else. i do not always find him at birth. he can go years without me, and i without him. it is possible.

i never ask. i do not want to know.

but even if he has, those kisses, those emotions, they mean nothing in the face of what we share with one another. they never have and never will.

this time, this life, will be no different. what is it that can change? he always knows me on sight. so many times that i've appeared before him, and he rejoices.

even if we cannot touch always – it depends on which world he's born in – but our hearts touch, our souls touch. it is enough. it is all that i or he have ever wanted, to be together.

there have been bad times. there was a life of his where i did not make it in time to save him. where he fought against those ensnared by the light of ruin and they put an arrow in his back while he wasn't aware.

i arrived in time to see him perish. it was not a weapon imbued with the power of the light itself, or he would be gone forever.

i did not care. i tore them apart regardless. how dare they harm my beloved. how dare they approach him.

in that time and place, i buried him with all the honors a prince and the defender of creation should have. by some kind chance – if that could ever be called kind, to bury the one that you love with such passion and depth – he lived in a world of spirits, where i could touch him and could've been touched by him.

if i'd only arrived in time.

so from that point onward, i kept searching. i would not let myself rest. i would find him when he was reborn and i would protect him from the first