This is it. This is what it's all about right here.
No foreplay. No fucking around. No house invasion. No insults. No nothing. Just yukkuri. And fist. And fist just comes down and kills yukkuri. That's it. It's inevitable. There's no going around it. There's no escaping it. Just as gravity pulls you towards the earth and just as the earth rotates around the Sun.
It just happens. It's God. It's Fate. It's Destiny. It is the Alpha and the Omega. No matter what you say. No matter if you are good or bad. You die. You end. You cease to exist.
I hope you feel really bad that you let this out on the world.
Also the story needs some improvement, I can see your attempt to focus on the short life we all have and how we are naive in understanding how the world works, like a koyukkuri, along with the touch of lovecraftian horror with the focus on a power that can destroy us for no other reason than boredom but it needs more fine-tuning and hair.
Um sorry. It's actually my first drawn Yukkuri :/ The lack of hair is due to my limited drawing skills (I'm on the level of an elementary school kid lol) If I should draw another Image (what's for god's sake not going to happen) I'll add fire :3 (and hair...[how about burning hair? xD])
Does anyone remember what comic had a komarisa whose mother died and the owner had a Patchouli yukkuri? I also know that the komarisa cut itself on a can that it used as its home, I've been archive binging but can't find it.