Notes: YuBo WAVE!

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What he deserved most was a good mother-fucking shot to the head. Repeatedly. Over and over and over and it would never stop because that was what he deserved. Nothing more, nothing less. And sometime between the start and nonexistent end of his punishment, his body would by then have already made the transition from dead to non-living (there was a difference) yet the very space he had preoccupied would be shot at until the smell of him was cleansed.

Boris Kuznetsov, with his lavender hair and eyes and pale skin, was neither mean nor nice. Neither emotionless nor emotional. He was not anything but alive, and that was all he cared to be. His movements were perfunctory and seemed almost programmed. For the majority of his life, he was a robot.

Until he was defeated by Rei Kon.

Back during their match, at the exact moment the bowl filled with an ethereal light and engulfed the Chinese blader, it was then that Boris knew fear and surprise and shock and raw emotion. It was then that his heart jerked into life and he became human again.

And for the first time in his life, he was afraid. He felt vulnerable like a small child waiting to be spanked. He shook like one, too.

After his defeat, Boris saw the world through unveiled eyes. He saw the ugliness, the terror, the tainted seed implanted in all humans. He saw his own hideousness and longed to hide from it. He saw destruction and lies and deceit and that thing called sin.

He saw blue and red and beauty all at the same time.

Yuriy Ivanov, in all his intimidating glory and silent demand for respect, had never caught his attention before. Boris had always referred to him as 'the captain' and thought nothing more on the subject. There was nothing more than an exchange of giving orders and receiving orders.

Then he fell in love (or, if it wasn't love, it was most certainly close enough).

For giving up his humanity and succumbing to the allure of power and committing too many evils to count, what Boris deserved was death. A terrible, disgusting death.

Yet for some fucked up reason, what he got was a kiss.

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