Propaganda: they're cute and pretty and i like the idea of Sayaka being drawn to the girl who looks like Ruri but came from the dimension that destroyed their world, and Selena wanting to make up for the way she even a small part of that and finding herself falling for Sayaka's kindness
Propaganda: It's funny to ship the girls closest to Yuya together
Now, let’s keep things civil. This is a silly poll where we can share why we love our overlooked ships. There’s no need to be nasty to prove your point. Bashers will be carded.
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc V
Ship: Mieru/Yuzu
Warnings: slight angst
“Are… Are you alright?” Mieru asked as she stumbled through the crowd where the darling rose was, for once, being more akin to a wallflower than the stunning garden centrepiece.
Mieru felt awkward in approaching. Her hands clutching onto her crystal Apple awkwardly; aware of how small her hands were. Even her feet dragged, feeling leaden and strange inside her Mary Janes.
Yuzu flashed her an assuring smile. “Of course I’m fine. Just a little… exhausted. So much happened in so little time. I’m just tired. Tired, but fine.”
“Yuzu.” Mieru murmured but not necessarily scolding.
“I’m fine.” Yuzu insisted with a breathy voice.
“Mieru can sense it.”
“Sense what?”
The exchange was as grim as the grave as Mieru’s green eyes turned glassy. She swallowed and her little digits, a little bit stubby with puppy fat, gripped tighter onto the smooth, cool surface of her Crystal Ball.
“I can sense it.” Mieru reiterated herself with little difference. “Just like there was a grand darkness in Yuya’s soul, there is a blinding light inside of yours. D-Does it hurt?”
Yuzu licked her lips. “Thank you for your concern, Mieru. You know, you’re surprisingly sweet even though you come across as bratty.”
“You can’t deflect this… I know what it is… those cards… those girls. They’re inside of you, aren’t they? The power of flowers, the moon, the wind, and the birds… All of it is simpering inside of you and a goddess as well. A goddess of light so strong and powerful she is capable of purging the powers of evil, the powers of Zarc…”
“It’s a little… noisy, I guess, you’d say. We’re all tired. We’re all trying to work out what’s going on but I’m Yuzu. Always will, always have been.” Yuzu replied and there was a glimmer in her eyes.
Her head tilted to the left and she wearily smiled. Her eyes flashed between different colours before returning to the kind of snow-slurry blue that they had always been and always will be – though, Mieru doubted both sentiments but accepted them regardless. She forced a feeble smile.
“I’m glad you are okay then.” Mieru said and she felt things crumble inside of her.
It had been presumptuous as an oracle to assert such a place in grand schisms of fate, darkness, and light, she realised. She had realised for some time now. Perhaps, Yuya was not her fated one. Perhaps Yuzu was his fated one but what fate was that? That of destruction and reconstruction, of pain and loss and change?
Yuzu flashed Mieru another bright smile and then offered her hand. Her bracelet banging around her wrist, the jewel catching in the light. It didn’t seem right but Yuzu made it seem okay. Seem good.
“C’mon, let’s go join the rest of the party again, yeah?” she suggested with all the brightness of a fluorescent light. Fake.
“Alright…” Mieru replied and she took this strange girl’s hand.
Their palms slid against one another and Yuzu felt petal soft. The way her hand squeezed tightly over Mieru’s upon acceptance was comforting; securing. Mieru smiled weakly. It seemed horrible and yet, Yuzu seemed like the Sun from her deck of fortune-telling cards. Optimistic when upright, yet so unfortunate in reverse and right now, Yuzu felt like both as she got to her feet.
Propaganda: "because both of them are kinda silly, and enemies in a way... he's lazy, and then yuzu is all like 'get up'" -wise words of my sister
Now, let’s keep things civil. This is a silly poll where we can share why we love our overlooked ships. There’s no need to be nasty to prove your point. Bashers will be carded.
Tags: Post Canon, Canon Compliant, Angst, Minor or Implied Relationships
Mieru didn’t want to admit but she was falling out of love with the girl of En Nature but that was exactly what was happening to her and her fickle, jealous heart.
Her infatuation with Yuzu was beginning to fade low. Just like her spirits and her feelings, she crouched among the long grass and the plush clover and found what she was looking for amid the greenery. In the gentle, springtime breeze, Mieru saw it: the tell-tale bob of a cottony head; a thousand potential wishes to be sewn but on a precarious condition; she found a dandelion.
She plucked it without hesitation and then glanced to Yuzu. On the edge of the hill, she overlooked all the city, as zany and warlocked and warlike as it was, a place where four dimensions clashed, merged, became one. The success of peace binging on a flexibility some of the dimensions hadn’t known in years - not that Mieru would know. She hadn’t seen it. Not firsthand and not astrally or crystally either.
Yuzu has though and it had done something bizarre to her psyche as she now had the lived experience of all the dimensions and a fifth on as well.
Like a moth to a candle, Mieru had been drawn to Yuzu and all her blinding light. Mieru was terrified of the dark now. The dark is what consumed Yuya’s soul and she couldn’t even do so much as glance his way without feeling her knees weaken and her heart pound in some twisted, petrified version of her previous feelings unto him. She couldn’t see him and no think of how he had been, overtaken by demons and dragons like both sides of her coin, going beyond it all in defiance, or perhaps even fulfilment, of fate.
Then one look at Yuzu and Mieru fell in love. She fell in love easy and hard because she was drawn to that incandescent light inside of her. It was beautiful; Mieru couldn’t help but admire it, wishing deeply that her future would coincide with that sublime brightness. Often times, it was sweet and pale like the moon. Other times it had a springtime iridescence to it but now, Mieru realised, it was too difficult to perceive without becoming blinding and hurtful.
It had taken a while to realise, Mieru had been clad with roses for eyes for a while but once she had that revelation, it was all she could see and it was damaging her feelings, once strong and pure and wholehearted, for Yuzu.
But now they were fraying and that scared Mieru. She was eccentric and erratic and she just had a little heart which was brimming and bursting with so much love: she had to direct it somewhere and the petals of the flowers which plucked indicated that Yuzu was the one. For real this time. Or maybe that was more a self fulfilling prophecy than anything grounded in the hard realities of divination, such as the surface of jewels and in the dying light of stars thousands upon thousands of lightyears away.
And so, Mieru would turn to what she knew best. Magics which could divine the future; magics which could give her hope for change.
She stood up, amongst all that grass, with green stains on her little, knobbly knees, and she clutched onto the stem of that dandelion. She glanced to Yuzu and Yuzu seemed to be in a world of her own; some feet away from Mieru but still within earshot. She was talking to someone. To people. Mieru’s heart lurched.
Mieru took a big, big breath and her chest swelled. She held the head of her delicate dandelion to her mouth and stared at the back of Yuzu’s head. Her hair was played with by the wind from on high and there was a strange mystique about her. It had wisened, her somewhat and it gave the impression that she was always with friends and that they lingered around her even when imagined. As such, she was never alone, that girl. She was always busy, busy, busy like a bee. Her own head was a hive.
A little bit of guilt caused Mieru’s lungs to ache as she held onto her breath and on her wish. But she soon became certain, when the pressure in her temples began to beg for release. It was the right thing to do. To mend her heart; the stitch in time to save nine or so the saying goes.
She was in love with Yuzu. She was not in love with those other girls who made a home in Yuzu’s heart and soul, turning it more blinding than any sun or star. And so, Mieru wished to remain that way. In love with her. Not them. With a puff of breath, withheld with selfishness as that’s all Mieru was, she attempted to have her wish come true.
Seeds were quick to spread once the gust in Mieru’s chest. Thousands upon thousands of seeds were propelled forward, scattering around Yuzu, not touching her once, and floated on the winds which blew around them. Mieru watched, in awe, with the sunset causing the sky to crease and for Yuzu to be dyed with all the colours of it; pinks, oranges, yellows.
It was beautiful but brief as Mieru’s appreciation for the beauty of it was cut short by her desire to know if her wish would come true. She held tightly onto the dandelion and its speckled yellowy white head without four seeds still attached. Four seeds out of thousands remained, rooted to the rest of the flowery weed. So much for her wish but alas, it was how the divination demanded and how fate was meant to be for young Mieru, falling out of love again; how unlucky and without miracle.
Named so because a chant is defined as a “repeated rhythmic phrase, typically one shouted or sung in unison by a crowd”. The rhythm and singing fits Yuzu’s musical theme, and chants are often used during rituals, which fits Mieru as she is a mystic who uses Ritual Summoning.
