~~You're Fucking Perfect~~

Rating: T

Summary: Date thinks the worst of himself...Sucks.

Character(s)/Pairing(s): Yukimura POV and Date

Genre(s): Friendship, Hurt/Comfort

Date Written: 25 April 2011

Date Published: 25 April 2011

Word Count: 394

Dedication: My old friend, I love you and wish I'd known what to do when we were kids...I'm sorry that I couldn't help. I love you. You. Are. Perfect.

AN:/: I do not own Sengoku Basara...but I wish I did!

I stare at the way you clench your swords. Your hands glow white. You've made a mistake. You miscalculated. Your eye stays empty.

My lips form growls. Damn you! I don't believe you. You're fine? I see the blood pooling about your feet as you stumble away from me.

You scream at me to leave as the night unleashes her hell. I wince. Why don't you look at me? Tell me what's wrong! I'm still fucking here! Just look at me!

I hear words not meant for me to hear as you sprawl across the soaked ground. You're nothing? How can you say that? Please, never fucking say that again. You're my world—the first and only to force me to lose my head. YOU'RE FUCKING PERFECT!

I stand by you now, arm outstretched, hoping you see what I see. You aren't going to, are you?

You stumble to your feet, only to fall again. You growl about being too weak as you spit muck. I sit beside you, and say nothing. I want to change the damned voices...You're wrong about yourself. You're strong despite your lost eye! Why can't you see what I see? Please stop feeling that you're less than perfect! Smile—even if it's false—laugh instead of cry. Hatred stamps out the light that is only yours. It's tiring to be so angry...

You made me destroy the demons that haunted my every shadow. You destroyed entire armies...why can't you evict the shadows in your mind?

I growl, and haul you to your feet. Enough is fucking enough. Your helmet splashes in the mud as I drag you to the lake just a few yards away. You're going to see who you are, not what they wanted you to see.

You beg. Tears form in your eye. My heart burns. I nearly cry myself. Who broke you?

You don't answer. It doesn't matter. We're here. You look away, but not for long.

We sit by the bank and I force you to look. Your eye changes. Do you believe me now?

Look! Look how you're dark hair falls to your shoulders in jagged angles that offset your angular face. See how that small, teary smile changes you into a thing of beauty. You. Are.. Fucking. Perfect. Swallow the fear and don't look for them. You are Date Masamune and you are fucking perfect.