paint has splattered across the wood as a man doesn't do what he should. thumping against the worn house has left the mother tired. and in his mind, a twisted plan the older man has wired. a baby's cry rings out unheard as the mother's candle of life is overturned.
days are those of smaller joys, as yusuke play with other girls and boys. but they all have their family, while he watches in agony. a pain in his heart, a cry long forgotten. race through his mind before he meets a man whose heart is rotten. he smiles a smile and says that he understands. he says he knows your mother and you clumsily reach for his hands.
its a glimmer of hope, something he had been wanting. the lost memories of his mother, his mindscape haunting. he took you under, room and board, soon you know he was rightfully adored. other children gathered round, knowing them only by sight and sound. they seemed unhappy, something he knew not, after all he was cherishing everything taught.
he didn't understand how this had come to be, the world that madarame had gifted was nothing less than fantasy. but still the headline tumbled in, something that spoke of vice and sin. the picture was not something taken lightly and growing hands grasped the paper tightly. an opening door caused the papers to fall, later paint stains would certain befall. yusuke trusted the man, he had no reason not too, but seeing the headline only made his heart stew.
a cool hand caressed his hot skin, something was said and yusuke would not start an agument he could not win. he had fallen victim to a feverish curse, with each passing hour the fever grew worse. a man sat beside him, his white hair all messy, the sickness was sure to be pesky with the man losing his sleep to keep watch, as he waved off the important color swatch.
she catches his eye and he can't help but fly, watching her move two boys by her side. she's graceful and beauty, the voice of your art. maybe she'll help open the door to his heart. he's greeted with men, questioning his needs and simply shakes his head at the thought of such deeds. he wants her to model, to be his great star. but things left unsaid are from memories afar.
to the museum, your most trusted person invites, for an evening of art and love and delight. she is caught by a picture, one he knows very well. and when her compliments soar his heart starts to swell. but there is nothing to do, he needs to keep down. for he still hasn't discovered what he needed around.
they come with such vigor, speaking awful insults and lies, the blonde beauty has ample supplies. he won't hear a word, finding them cruel for such; even he knows madarame's a crutch. he wants to believe and tell them they're true. but there's no way he could turn on everything he knew.
it's only when he's faced with the truth, a mysterious reminder of the heart of his youth. its a glistening palace, all silver and gold but even the walls seem to crumble eightfold. just because something is pretty or pink, doesn't mean that it is what you think. he knows this so well, living with it in stride, but the only thing stopping him was his own glutton and pride.
blind for so long, he chose not to see but when the truth had become clear there was no way to flee.
the icy winds blow and the pain fills his head. his fingers clawed out, the tips being bled. the people who speak against injustice around him, he found a new power in the call of his whim. 'abominations are fated to perish'
he cries as the man is sent cascading back. the voice of a raven lies. yusuke calls for his attack.
and knows his friends have his back.
stealing is harder than you once supposed, but no laws are broken and no stepped on toes. friends all around as they fight against foes, and yusuke watches as the circle simply grows. its something that's new, a fact he doesn't understand but with amamiya by his side, life is sure to be grand.