#young!ko

Yes, we are. But he stole my name. You see, he is not particularly creative. I suppose you and I have this in common.

/If he has to drag Red around, then he will drag him around, lifting him up in an attempt to make him drop the puzzle./

It’s a puzzle. It is meant to stimulate the mind. But, perhaps I should let you attempt an easier, more durable puzzle. This one is not for simpler minds.

That’s bad of him, wow.

Hmm? He noticed a random pinkette standing behind him, wanting his attention.

The spark of rivalry wasn't lost to the slayer either.

There was always something about the river spirit that ignited the urge to surpass and compete - a foreign and odd feeling, considering Kohaku was generally of a gentler and passive gait.

Taking Haku's hand in a firm and strong hold to solidify the proclamation of intentions to become friendlier, he replied to the spirit's assertion with one of his own: "I don't ask to be handed anything."

Put “Hate me, Love me, Miss me.” In my askbox and my muse will tell you something about you they hate, something they love, and something they would miss if you left.

"I really, really dislike it when you treat me like I’m still a child that needs to be babied all the time," he admitted, staring down at his hands as his brows furrowed deeply together. "I like being on my own because I feel free from everything and being treated like I’m delicate makes me angry; I’m fine. I won’t break. I’m surviving, aren’t I? I want to be your brother, not your treasured possession."

Kohaku visibly relaxed. “But I enjoy the times when we can forget everything and you’re simply ‘Aneue’ to me. I admire the way you can take command of anything that comes your way. I admire how great of a taijiya you are and how kind and loving you can be no matter what.” He smiled. “I love it when I can cook with you, do laundry with you, laugh with you, simply be with my sister in peace… I wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world and…” His breath caught in his throat.

"I don’t want to think of a world where you’re gone from my life again because I’d miss everything -” Kohaku’s voice cut off for a few seconds as he zoned out, thinking of God-knows what.

Kouga looked down at the youkai and his eyebrows furrowed. Kouga knew who the boy in front of him was — he’d seen him before, but Kouga would be damned if he could remember his name.. “What the hell were you doing? Going on a killing spree?”