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I do find it funny how Mahiru is like "simple solutions are the best, I am a very normal straightforward simple boy"
Also Mahiru: *gets captured by an organization dedicated to hunting vampires and decides to start breakdancing to summon a tornado to break though multiple floors of an underground complex*
So trueeeee. Me and one of my siblings (Marshall) are always making fun of Mahiru for yelling all the time and talking about simple things. XD
Okay, what the hell is Mahiru? Why did Tsubaki have to ruin the reveal? No, you know what? Mahiru is a regular human and didn’t get any special powers.
Also kuro’s inner demon is so hot.
Gear can like get it.
Rip family.
And yeah, that’s it. >:)
Mahiru: Okay, she’s gone to a different room, they can’t be gay anymore, we’re safe for the day.
*everything fades out of existance and a goddamn tower materializes in the backround as Karen makes a vaguely romantic promise*
Mahiru: oh ok then.
Kuro, you bad kitty! And Mahiru, your lazyass Servamp should be the one looking for a job. Make him go work with Lawless, he is an expert with part-time work xD
(Well, unlike him, this kitty here has a full-time job and has to get some rest). Hope you enjoyed it everyone! ^_^
This is so frustrating! They both opened up a little about themselves here, but it still ended badly!
Mahiru: Oh my god Karen has a picture of her that she keeps with her, they’re childhood friends who still love each other and Christ they have matching hairpins, fuck, I’m screwed!
Despair
He watched with utter despair as the stone crumbled, and as it crumbled so did the world around him. The same stone he has always seen every year. He could recite every word that was scribbled onto it. He could close his eyes and walk from the apartment to that particular stone without difficulty. He had memorized everything, and everything that he remembered was being forgotten. The words, the stone. All of it was destroyed.
He froze. Amidst battle, he froze. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t think. He could barely breathe. Brown eyes stared at the broken stone, not hearing the shouts of his comrades. “Mahiru!” Blood splattered the boy’s face as his servamp got in the way of the sword that had been coming his way.
“Mahiru, mommy loves you.” Her eyes. Those warm brown irises that would turn into a shade of amber when the sun hit them, turning into a dark copper color when angry. She held warmth and love for the young boy. A smile that lit up their surroundings and lifted his spirits. “Mahiru, come here please.” Her voice was always gentle, loving. Barely had she ever raised her voice to him. “Come here, Mahiru.”
“Mahiru?”
A loud crash and a scream of horror and another one of agony. Sirens filled the air. Red was all he knew. That smile was gone. The warmth was gone. Everything turned black and white with grief. For the only color that painted his small world was the one he watched pool around his mother as other people tried to help. He was lost. He was alone. Why wasn’t anyone helping him? Why can’t he move?
“Shirota!”
“Mom?” He would cry out at night, his body trembling in fear. No one would come in. Tremulously sobbing, smothering his cries with a pillow. He felt empty. His uncle went in and assessed the situation. He sat beside him and held him close, rocking him a speaking softly.
“Nii-san what’s wrong with your eve?”
The stone. The words. Everything he had known as a child torn to pieces. His mom was cruelly ripped from him at such a young age.
His gaze set and locked on the ruins of the grave. The only one that was broken—shattered. He started shaking. His breathing picking up speed while his eyes watered. What was wrong with him? How could he freak out over something like this?
“Everything will be okay, Mahiru.” Nothing was okay. How could anything be okay when his mom left him? “It may not be okay now, but it will be later. Mahiru, she wouldn’t want you to feel like this.”
“Then how am I supposed to feel?” he whispered softly as the tears spilled down his face. His friends that surrounded him stared in confusion before following his gaze, realization dawning on them.
“Mahiru! Come play with us!” They would tell me to go play. “Come on Mahi! Let’s have some fun!” But I just couldn’t bring myself to. It was the worst thing I can do to my cousins, but seeing them laughing and smiling, it hurt. It hurt me so much. I couldn’t bring myself to do that! I tried but I couldn’t! I faked a smile and felt disgusted with myself. What was wrong with me? He stared at his cousins and shook his head, returning to his uncle’s side. He felt tired, wanting to go home and just rest his eyes. He didn’t want to be there anymore.
He felt someone touch him and he just broke down. He pressed his hands against his eyes quietly crying as he tried to breathe regularly. He just panicked and his breathing became terrible. He felt someone rubbing his back but he couldn’t tell whom. People were talking, he couldn’t make out any voices. It all sounded as if he was underwater, drowning and trying to swim to the people on the surface but he just couldn’t pin point where they were.
Soon he couldn’t cry anymore and just slumped against whoever was beside him. He mumbled apologies, but to whom? It was unclear.
He could recite every word that had been scribbled onto that specific stone. He had memorized everything, and everything that he remembered was being forgotten. The words, the stone. All of it had been destroyed. His emotions that he had kept in him, they finally showed themselves. He was no longer the strong one, but he knew he had people that supported him and comforted him.
“Mahiru?”
“I’m okay. Thank you for always being with me Kuro,” he murmured as his eyes closed and he slumped onto him.
It hurts
Warning: Torture, implied gore, and that terrible stuff.
The screams. The scent. The pain. Physical and mental. It hurts. Everything hurts. Why must this be so cruel? His eyes were glued to the scene in front of him, praying to practically whatever god that existed that what this was was all a dream. He tried looking away, tried closing his eyes and nothing.
Stop it! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Don’t touch him!
He watched, he listened, and he couldn’t do a thing about it. His binds, they couldn’t loosen. He was too weak. He needed blood but the one that gave it to him was too far from him, hurting.
Stop it! Please! Stop hurting him! Stop hurting him you bastards! He’s too young. Please, please let him go! Hurt me! Hurt me instead!
The snap of a bone, the scream. It was pitiful. He watched the warm blood splatter the ground. He tried transforming into a cat, but he only received an electrical shock. He was weakened even more, the blood that stained the floor reeked with a bitter metallic scent.
Don’t! Please don’t do it! Don’t hurt him anymore!
“He has ten fingers after all,” one of them said. With a horrible dread, he realized what they were going to do. Don’t! Stop it! Stop!
He tried to get out of his bonds again but nothing was working. Where were the others? Mahiru was shrieking loudly as they brought a knife over and held his hands still. They hit him, telling him to shut up and started pressing the blade against his pinky. Blood started to dribble down, his screaming was muffled by a rag. Tears streamed down his blood stained cheeks. Something was wrong. Why wasn’t anyone coming to help them?
The room turned into a red tint, rain falling. Insane laughter rang out, filling the air as it overcame the screams of the poor eve. “Oh my,” said the voice and then the clacking of wooden sandals reached their ears. “Such a terrible thing.” The humans soon laid dead on the ground as the Eve of Sloth was sobbing in both pain and complete trauma.
“Tsu-Tsubaki?” he inquired weakly as he stared at his younger brother.
“Why yes, dear brother,” he answered, letting Mahiru go. The brunette flinched when he came closer, staring with complete fear at the Servamp of Melancholy. Soon he got Kuro out of his binds who quickly ran over to his eve. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
Mahiru shrieked in terror, trembling and hoarsely muttering for him not to hurt him as he scrambled away. He curled up, gripping his hair and pulling at it. Sleepy Ash stared with wide eyes, shocked at the state he was rendered to. “Mahi-Mahi?” His heart shattered at the flinch.
Tsubaki stared sadly at the broken eve. He casted a sleeping spell and picked him up. “He needs to be healed big brother,” he said holding him. The teen was tense but he kept a grip on him. Kuro nodded slowly, a shadow was casted over his face as they left.
