"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."
Luka went still. To him, those memories weren't just flashes; they were a vivid, eternal ache. He had loved Yuki when Yuki was a woman, and he loved him now, regardless of the form he took. "The world has changed many times, Yuki. But the soul does not." Uraboku
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. "In every life, I have found you," Luka
"You’re thinking about it again," a low, melodic voice murmured. What matters is that you are here now
Yuki felt the steady beat of his own heart, calmed by Luka’s presence. The "Betrayal" that defined their history felt a world away in the silence of the garden. He closed his fingers around Luka’s, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that even death couldn't break.
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.
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.