A/N: Warning: This has slight hints of Yuuram SLASH. Actually, this was supposed to be a drabble but it went over my drabble word limit of 500 words. So, I've posted it as a one-shot but note that it is done in a drabble style. Why does Yuuri love red? As usual, the characters of Kyou Kara Maou do not belong to me but to their esteemed creator. ENJOY!

Red

'Write about your favourite colour and what it symbolizes.'

Yuuri stared at his English assignment, wondering at the simplicity and complexity of that simple sentence. It was so basic, so simple but Yuuri couldn't fathom what he had to write on it. Then, inspiration struck.

His tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth in intense concentration, Yuuri began to pen down his opinion, scrawling over the paper in bold black strokes.

My favourite colour is red.

Red symbolizes bravery. Someone who is strong enough to face the wars of tomorrow, courageous enough to fight even until his last breath is all that lingers is always painted as red. Both are equally bold against the fine lines between recklessness and audacity, equally striking against the blue of cowardice.

Red symbolizes death. It is red that fills my vision when I cradle in my arms the body of one I love, blood staining the purity of life in sinful crimson dashes, painting a portrait of death. Red is the precious liquid that drains from the chilling corpse, leeching from it the warmth of life with its scarlet touch.

Red symbolizes passion. Red are the burning flames that sear the hearts of people, the fiery inferno that spurns people on to break unbreakable limits, to traverse strange and foreign territories. In the name of belief and faith, passion, so intangible yet so strong and firm, people scream and cry, fight and die, giving their all until their spirits break in a shower of bloody scarlet fountains.

Red symbolizes love. So clichéd yet so true, the colour is streaked across Valentine's Day banners and painted in hearts. Red are the kisses shared between lovers and red is the thread of fate that binds them. Red are their hearts pumping and alive in love. Red are their cheeks, flushed in high colour in the face of love. And, red is their world, the colour of love.

Staring at his sudden flow of words, Yuuri couldn't help but feel that it needed something more, that final touch to turn it from a good piece to a great piece. Then, he smiled, a slow dawning one that glowed from the bubble of emotions within him.

Red symbolizes Wolfram, the blond warrior who is daring and courageous, facing the demons of hell in defense of me. Red is all I see when he falls before me, his blond threads tainted by crimson streaks, painted by the brush of sacrifice, of his sacrifice for me. Red are the flames of passion that is his element, burning from within him and burning within me. And above all, red is our love, not merely destined, not merely fated, but fought for, a chain of the purest metal tempered by time forged by our sacrifices. Red is Wolfram because he is a brave individual at whose death I cannot survive, whose passion fuels my own, whose love for me remains uncontested except by my love for him.

And, when Yuuri got the piece of writing back from his teacher the next day, red was the ink that she used to praise his writing, commenting on his creativity and emotions.

Needless to say, Yuuri loved the colour red.