“…What has happened to you, Mika-chan?”
He speaks, amusement embedded in a tone both childish and playful, the usual Mikaela would sound when playing games with his family, one which was used when innocence existed still in a mind warped and battered, despite such a history filled with betrayal and cruelty, still was he able to wear this smile now, one which radiates, the sort to attract people in. He holds sympathy, the contrast between the two incredible —– Mikaela is baffled that such a sight has become before him, a being which goes against whatever morals and understandings Mikaela carries with him, and he wonders: what on earth has happened to me? How is it, that someone who shines so brightly, can be reduced to exhaustion. Mikaela sees not himself at all, or, so he wants to believe. His smiles disappears within seconds after the realization hits, he’d hoped to see someone with the same determination in one’s eyes, looking as though they’ve finally reached the freedom they’ve longed for. Instead, it’s the complete opposite.
Features highlight, recognition resounds with a loud ticking of a clock, Mikaela feeling a stab in his chest with every truth slowly revealing. The more each is revealed, the more Mikaela wants it to stop. He looks instead now with complete and utter horror, his heartbeat echoing throughout the white abyss which surrounds them both, blue eyes wide and riddled with denial. “How…. …what happened.. to me?”
The voice that does not belong settles uncomfortably in his gut; it was a voice so ethereal and bright -- one so disgustingly tainted by the hands of death itself. YOU WERE NOTHING BUT A CHILD. WHAT SHALL YOU SAY? No, perhaps that was putting it lightly -- but it doesn’t change the fact that Mikaela’s unsettled by its presence. When he gazes upon this image of what was, what’s been -- Mikaela grows still, yet his expression is unchanging. Bland, lifeless -- it’s the only expression Mikaela’s known for these past four years. THIS ENTITY MEANS NOTHING TO YOU. IT’S BECAUSE YOU ARE A MONSTER. His answer is on the tip of his tongue, begging for release. He unveils the truth without a second thought. The vampire hybrid is lost to all sense of his past self -- thus lacks the sensitivity he should have. Mikaela’s gaze is cold, piercing through his own hollowed heart that still fails to beat with the supposed blessing that was life.
“ ...I’ve died. “
A simple response -- yet the two words mean more than he could know. They weigh heavy on his shoulders, bringing him down; how is it that he still manages to stand? He’s never been anything more than a walking corpse this whole time. This past ghost before him has no meaning to him now -- because there is no light to ignite once more. YUICHIRO IS STILL GONE. YOUR FAMILY IS STILL DEAD. There was no reason for it to exist. For that very predicament, a misplaced smile spreads across his visage. It’s one so sinister, so awful -- yet it’s small, graceful upon worn porcelain. IT’S CRUEL, JUST HOW FUCKED UP YOU ARE -- MIKAELA HYAKUYA.
“ We’ve grown filthy -- that’s what’s happened. This messed up world’s swallowed us whole. “
