Merry Christmas! (Nov 25th - Jan 1st)

Yoite had been trudging through several layers of snow, in fact, it was just about to his shin, yes, that amount was little, but seemed like a foot high to him. He coughed a small amount of blood into his gloved hand, wiping the remaining off of his face. He was very exhausted, but he decided to come, for one reason. Miharu, his young lover was missing. He held a fear that he was in danger, but couldn't figure the intricate puzzle to where he may lie. Approaching the entrance, he used one hand to push open the heavy door, a door that contained the heat that Yoite could barely feel. That is why he always wore a coat, hat, gloves, sweater, and now an added addition: a scarf. He was always cold.

Yoite looked up upon shutting the door, a silent gesture that he had arrived. He took a seat by the door on the floor, his knees wrapped with his arms.

Xemnas blinked, noticing the young man enter from the street, he approached Yoite, a stoic expression on his tan face. He stood in front of him and gently nudged him, "Are you alright? You look cold, come by the fire." He motioned to the fireplace further inside the room.




Yami Bakura laughed, "Obviously that boy of yours doesn't know what he's missing." He flirted again and then faced Kakeru, "Kid she'll love it, unless it's lingerie..."

Yoite flinched heavily as the other person had touched him. He didn't like it when someone touched him, because he then thought that he would accidently kill them or injure them. He gazed over to the fire, which was burning warmly. He stood up, reaching his six feet seven inches peak, and staggering over to the fire place. Sitting at the same position in front of it.

Yoite glanced down at his gloves, there was in fact blood on them, but that didn't really faze him. When the blue-haired lady asked him if he was sick he replied,

"You could say that," The true fact was that he was dying. Slowly dying, because of all the different times he had used his kira ability. He took the tea, taking some away from the cup. However, he couldn't taste it. He was used to this, he could barely taste a thing these days, but it was warm, so he continued drinking it, "Snow is cold." He said obviously, setting the cup down and taking off his gloves, revealing his black hands. This was what his entire body would soon end up looking like, he knew it was only a matter of time. He held them out to the fire.

Yoite thought about it, deciding Miharu would be friendly and talk to these people. So he would too,

"Kira. This is what happens when you use kira. You're body slowly dies and withers to nothing," He said flatly, "kira is a techinque that no one should learn." Yoite took Kakeru's suggestion, and grabbed a cookie off the tray. It was very vague, but he could somewhat taste the cinnamon. So he took three more, quickly eating them, in case he would lose his taste then and there.

Yoite pulled his legs closer,

"I wear it because I'm cold," He said, and that was the truth. He was always cold, because his body was still dying. He always wondered which year would be his last. It made him curious at some points. He looked over to the younger boy,

"An ability used to kill people by using my life force. The user slowly dies from using it..." He said apatheticly, "I learned from my mistake...about murdering people. Don't ever do it." Yoite never purposely killed those people. He had done it because he was told to,

"How old are you?" He asked the kid.

Yoite felt a small smile touch his lips as he shoved another cookie into his mouth,

"Miharu is fifteen. I'm seventeen," He said, which was true, even though he was freakishly tall and dying. He didn't mind it now though. He didn't want Miharu to use the Shinra Banshou. He wanted to live with him until he died, and that was that.

Yoite spoke softly,

"Mihary saved me from my worst enemy. So I will protect him until I die," He said firmly, taking another cookie, "I am thankful to him."

Yoite turned his head toward Ventus, a soft smile on his lips,

"You could say that," He said, taking off his hat, thinking that way he would be a little more polite, "Miharu is someone like me." He answered toward Xemnas, not giving away any details,

"My worst enemy is myself."