A/N: Haru/Rin is my favourite pairing because of Rin's past and Haru's nature. Kyou/Tohru too is same rank as them because of their past. Well, this story is about Haru/Rin... it was written on an impulse... it's short. But I hope it conveys my feelings! Here it is enjoy! Hope you like it! Please review!

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RUN, RUN

They were contradictions in their very nature.
~Book's Luna-tic109

Haru never loved the night. For in it, it held an affinity for him, his Black side. And Haru hated that. Hated being reminded of it, for it was the thing that he was so scared of. What would he do if he lost control, gave into his berserker rage, especially around her?

Rin hated the night too. It held all the fear, disappointment and anger she felt. Anger, failure, useless. Disappointment, What did I do wrong, Mother? Fear, Haru, Haru, I am sorry… I can't save you…

And yet…

Haru loved the night. It was like her, silent. Dark, brooding, so very, very like her. Black as her pretty, swaying hair. That elusive mane that taunted him in his dreams. Liquid black as her eyes, cold eyes on all but him, vivid black. Black like the clothes she wore.

Rin did also love the night. Held it so highly, because it was Haru all over. Stoic, so beautiful… those glimmering, white stars against that stark black, just like his hair. His snowy white, ink black hair, so pretty.

And she would never say it, but Haru to her was so, so much more beautiful than the night. And how could she love him? Her love was so tainted, wanting to consume him, even when she held all of him in her hands.

Run, while you can, Haru…

And he was the same. He loved her so wholly, so corruptedly, he didn't want anyone else other than him to see her. That was why when he heard about what Akito had done to his precious Rin, he nearly killed Akito.

Run far, far away Rin…

They were after all only halves of a whole, a destroyed, restored whole. They were contradictions in their very nature. And so, in that, their love was so true, so pure none could beat it.