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.
"I might not remember everything yet," Yuki said softly, leaning his head against Luka’s shoulder. "But I know I’m not alone. And for now, that’s enough."
In the world of ( Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru ), the bonds of the past often weigh heavier than the present. This original short story captures a quiet moment between Yuki and Luka at the Twilight Mansion. The Echo of a Promise Uraboku
"Is it that obvious?" Yuki asked with a small, weary smile. He looked down at his hands, which possessed the "God's Light" ability to heal others by taking their pain onto himself. "I just... I see flashes sometimes. Not just of the war, but of quiet moments like this. Only, you weren't standing behind me back then. You were holding my hand."
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. Luka stepped down and sat beside him, the
The autumn air around the Twilight Mansion was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and late-blooming flowers. Yuki Sakurai sat on the stone steps of the veranda, his gaze fixed on the darkening horizon. Since joining the Giou Clan, his life had become a whirlwind of battles, ancient feuds, and the heavy realization that he had lived—and died—many times before.
"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." "But I know I’m not alone
"You’re thinking about it again," a low, melodic voice murmured.