V A L O U R

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   “Keep that up, and I’ll drop you.” Yuichiro threatened mildly, cloak fluttering behind him as he ran down the crumbling road.

   Ignoring the struggles of the blond child was an easy thing for the immortal - try as the child might, if it came down to a battle of strength, Yuichiro would win every-time. Vampires were near indestructible, and the only thing that could take them down was the cursed gear - but seeing as how this human had oh so conveniently dropped his sword during the ensuing chaos, Yuichiro, could, for the time being, let his guard down. Ferid might have been a lot of things, but his skills in battle were nothing to be scoffed at. If the humans hadn’t retreated as the child had told them to, the other Progenitor would keep them from rushing after the duo.

   When Yuichiro couldn’t hear the sounds of metal on metal, or Ferid’s incessant chatter, he slowed to a stop, still keeping the child clasped firmly in his arms. He looked around for shelter and decided that house across the street would work just fine. The plaster walls were cracked and peeling, the floor strewn with rubble and trash. There were a couple holes in the roof and broken shingles scattered throughout the living room, but the structure appeared fairly sound. Against the wall was a very moldy but remarkably intact yellow sofa, and Yuichiro carefully walked over the uneven floor until he was close enough to plop the child onto its soft surface.

   “Relax.” Yuichiro moved over to stand by the door, deliberately keeping his distance, and resisting the urge to point outthat if he’d wanted to bite the child, he could’ve done it a long time ago - when he had lain bleeding out all those years ago, in fact. “I just want to ask you something.”

   Yuichiro could the heat and hot fluids below the child’s skin, pumping in time with his heart. He could smell the blood, hear his frantic heartbeat, and his vision went red with hunger, eyes glittering, turning a liquid shade of crimson. The human’s heartbeat was suddenly very loud in his ears; Yuichiro could hear it, pulsing in his wrist, his throat. His stomach felt hollow, empty, reminding him that he hadn’t fed for over several months, and Yuichiro swallowed past a dry throat, pinching the bridge of his nose. It was a good thing he hadn’t been standing so close - even several meters away, the scent of blood hung heavy in the air, practically filling every nook and cranny of the dilapidated shack.

   “You …” The sigh that left his lips was heavy, the question that he asked even more so. “ … When you were younger, did you … Die? Not like, die die, but did someone hurt you badly? And left you to, you know … Die?”

[heavenlyseraphim]

The distance was travelled quickly, Mikaela suddenly findinghimself far from his squad, unknowing as to whether they made it out or not,the last he’d seen was that… that Ferid Bathory, 7th progenitorstalking toward them and an arrow shot where himself and this little troll hadbeen milliseconds prior, Yoichi… he’d tried… he’d tried to help him, but therewas very little the sniper could so in such a fast paced situation. Mikaela hadno idea if they escaped, all he knew was that he was in deep shit.

But then the boy put him down, and before Mikaela could lashout at him (albeit knowing he wouldn’t be able to do much) the titch dartedback, putting a good distance between them, honestly if he didn’t know betterhe’d say the guy was scared of him orsomething, moving back so quickly, putting such a large distance, but thatthreat to drop him, that dry tone of voice, yeah this kid wasn’t even remotelyscared of him.

Especially considering the fact that Mikaela had stupidlydropped his damn sword, Asuramaru would probably be pulling an almighty bitch-fitright now about being dropped. Mikaela would likely suffer that wrath next timehe fell unconscious.

Lovely. Lookin forward to that.

He couldn’t imagine the boy not wanting to hurt him, in factthat was what Mikaela assumed this kid had separated him away from his squad todo, a quick and easy feed for a Cabbage patch kid gone rogue. “I’m not tellingyou anything, munchkin” he was actually probably one of the harder nuts tocrack from the moon demon company, hell Guren had made it his mission to teach him how to not give asingle fuck about torture, sure Mikaela wasn’t the roughest looking kid on thesquad, looked like actual Prince Charming from time to time, he was tough, hecould handle whatever this kid threw at him.

Didn’t honestly expect the memory trip though so that threwhim a little. 

“I don’t exactly appreciate the trip to memory lane, what’s thatgot to do with you?” and how the fuck do you even know. Surely that old vampireflick that hinted at mind reading vampires couldn’t actually be accurate could it?

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   If there was one thing Yuichiro couldn’t stand, it was being mocked about his height ( or lack thereof ). He’d had to endure more than his fair share of taunting from the Seventh progenitor, who had made it a daily routine to mock Yuichiro about his height at least once a day. ( The one time Yuichiro had lost it and had leapt at Ferid with a guttural snarl, the Queen just had to walk by an intervene . . . ) It wasn’t his fault that he’d been turned when he was twelve. ( Even as a human child, he’d never quite liked the taste of milk. )

   “Who’re you callin’ a munchkin, you - you -” Yuichiro floundered, forgetting his detached manner and concise speaking as he tried to think of a suitable insult to lob back at the human child, anger flaring inside him, eyes burning bright. “ - You damn golden retriever! I’ll have you know that I’m still a growing boy! Not all of us can be bloody telephone poles, you know!”

   A complete and utter lie. He’d been stuck at this measly height of four feet for over several hundred years now. And it most certainly did not help that most - if not all - of the child progenitors were taller than him. Yuichiro, was, by far, the shortest out of all of them, a fact which never ceased to make his blood boil with anger - especially since he couldn’t grow anymore. An eternal twelve year old - with the height of one, to boot.

   Ah. Could this child perhaps be the one he’d been searching for?

   “‘It’s okay . . .’” Yuichiro muttered distractedly, almost to himself, eyes misting away distantly as he remembered that night - that mad sprint to find a hospital, the terror that had lanced through him at not being able to protect that human child, who probably hadn’t asked for any of the injuries he’d received, how sticky his hands had felt, gummy with the dried blood that wasn’t his. “‘I’ll keep you safe. I won’t let them hurt you again, I promise.’”

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( Would anyone be willing to do a Harry Potter AU? )

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   “No, I wouldn’t …” Yuichiro mumbled, still unwilling as ever, though the words were muttered under his breath in a soft tone, in hopes that Mika wouldn’t catch it. 

   At least the younger ones weren’t crying, Yuichiro thought in relief, nearly pulling out the tubes in his arms when he reached out to ruffle their hair. The last time they had cried ( it had been when the virus broke out, after the director of the orphanage had suddenly collapsed and when the vampires had invaded, shepherded them all into white vans that would take them to Sanguinem ), it had taken him and Akane at least an hour to get them all to calm down - and even then, the smaller children had had to be bribed with the promise of sweets.

   And after he’d worked so hard to keep them unaware of what he was really doing … This whole day had been a rude awakening for the Hyakuyas, he thought ruefully, Yuichiro’s heart aching at how confused his siblings must be feeling in that moment.

   Bristling indignantly, Yuichiro declared with a heavy scowl, “But I really did feel fine! I would’ve been all right on my own!”

   The smaller boy perked up at the mention of going back to the mansion - he’d only been on the first two levels of the house, and even then, he’d only seen a couple of rooms. He’d never been in such a big house before, nor had he been in such opulent surroundings, and the more childish side of Yuichiro was demanding that he explore the whole place, run from top to bottom of the house and maybe bounce about on the perfectly fluffy beds.

   “I’m fine! Once this -” He wrinkled his nose and gave the transparent tubes yet another poke “ - Is done, I’ll go to your place!”

   He needed to get up and about - Yuichiro, quite frankly, had had enough of lying around - and he had no intention of lounging about in bed the whole day. Not a chance, not when there were so many things that needed to be done. And if he wasn’t given the okay - Yuichiro had a niggling suspicion that that would be the case - he’d walk there by himself later in the afternoon. He was pretty sure he remembered the way to the mansion, and once he was inside it … The corners of his mouth twitched at the thought. He wouldn’t be gotten rid off that easily. 

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Mikaela would have loved to see Yuu at his doorstep, on any other day, but if the boy even thought about making that journeyhimself before resting up in bed for a day or two then Mikaela would be verycross with him, Yuu needed rest, not running around a mansion all day dangit. “Whether you felt okay or not, I told younot to go, so you shouldn’t have gone” he wouldn’t mention how he’d knownYuichiro shouldn’t have gone, how he’d known that the boy genuinely should nothave given any more blood, because then the children around him would know whatYuu had done to get those suppliesfor them.

Yuu wouldn’t want them to know that Mikaela was sure, it’ddo nothing but cause them distress, distress that their eldest had gone to suchdrastic measures just so they could have a few more meals, could have somethingtasty rather than the bland mush they were served daily, his pain, their gainand all that. He knew the twelve-year-old would hate his family to feel thatway.

“Stop poking them,and no you will not, you’ll rest in bed until your body has recovered, or I’llbe very cross with you” and while Mikaela knew that probably wouldn’t deterthe headstrong little boy, he had to make it a point nonetheless.

The children giggling at their elder being scolded was ofcourse something that brought a small smile to the progenitors’ face, childrenhad a gift of turning even the most terrifying of situations into something light-hearted,something you could still crack a smile at, sometimes Mikaela wished he’d beenold enough when he’d been turned, old enough to have had a family of his own,perhaps had them turned along with him so he could be with them forever, but no…just him in that big house by himself, the laughter of children something heonly heard when he ventured into the districts.

And usually those laughing kids would be silenced by othervampires patrolling the streets looking for easy targets to be violent toward.Mikaela hated those soldiers… soldiers that found joy in hurting the childrenof the districts… often he’d intervene if he saw it. “You come to my home I’ll march you right on back here again, OR I’llconfine you to bedrest there, you won’tescape it Yuu-chan” you’re getting your rest whether you like it or not youlittle shit.

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   “You’re not my mom,” Yuichiro muttered sulkily right before he poked his tongue out at Mika, a scowl creasing his forehead. “If I wanna move, I’ll move.”

   A small part of him didn’t want to be seen as helpless, as someone to be taken care of, but a large part of the truth was that Yuichiro, who had spent so long placing the needs of his siblings first, without sparing a second thought for his own well-being, was now unused to being cared for and looked after - the way Mika had so kindly tended to him caught Yuichiro off-guard, made his throat dry and caused bright green eyes to burn. The feeling of having someone to watch his back was an unfamiliar one, and something hot welled up within his chest.

   And a voice in his head spoke up, the same one that whispered that it was his fault that his parents had been driven to insanity by the son they had once loved, hissed that he wasn’t deserving. That it wasn’t right for him, the so-called ‘spawn of the devil’ to know the warmth of a hand in his, or to hear a kind word. Not after all he had done. He’d brought nothing but tragedy to his parents, and he’d caused Mika nothing but trouble and worry. For the life of him, Yuichiro didn’t know why Mika still bothered with him - surely it would have been easier to let him die on those very streets?

   But Yuichiro said nothing, gave no voice to his thoughts, though his face paled once more, his eyes misting off into a cold and distant glaze, fixed solely on the tubes going into the crook of his elbow. The tubes and blood letting might have been painful, but keeping still and quiet were their own forms of torture to the active child, who wanted nothing more than to run wild and free - well, as free as one could possibly be within the confines of Sanguinem, of course.

   “You wouldn’t dare!” Regaining some sense of self, he cried out indignantly, small hands balling up into tight fists. “I - I’ll sneak out of bed! You won’t be able to watch over me twenty four seven!”

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   It was him. One glance at the blond’s face confirmed all that Yuichiro needed to know. One of the groups out on patrol had reported the group of humans wandering a little too close to Sanguinem for comfort ( there had been a blond human with them; was that the one he’d been looking for? ) and after instructing the vampires to pull back, Yuichiro had left to investigate, the Seventh Progenitor in tow ( the man had practically pushed his way into going with Yuichiro ). The little boy he’d saved wasn’t quite so ‘little’ anymore - in fact, he towered above Yuichiro by about two heads, and his face was sharp, all angles and planes. His blue eyes were piercing, the same color as the sky, and Yuichiro found himself staring, memorizing every detail of the human’s face, until the sharp jab to his ribs pulled him out of his trance.

   He’d hoped that the blond would be alive, since he hadn’t recognized any of the livestock in Sanguinem ( had hoped and prayed that the little boy hadn’t been killed when the vampires had invaded ), and it looked as though they’d been answered. He was alive and healthy - no thanks to his parents - though Yuichiro was unsure if the blond remembered him. It had been chaotic that night, a twelve year old dragging another child into the hospital, and Yuichiro had slipped out quietly, before someone could come and question him. He hadn’t even had the chance to say goodbye, or to learn of the name of the child that he’d saved. The Queen had reprimanded him harshly ( he’d drawn attention to himself, and by extension, to the vampires, he could have caused them to be discovered ), but never once had he regretted saving that child’s life. 

   For as long as he could remember, he’d been living in the Hyakuya Orphanage with a bunch of other children, had been so happy when he’d been adopted by a ‘loving’ couple … Until they’d gone insane ( “YOU’RE THE SPAWN OF THE DEVIL JUST DIE DIE -” ) and tried to end his life. The Queen had found him, bleeding out, and she’d given him a choice: To live, or to die. He’d chosen to live, had lived for over hundreds of years … So when he’d seen that child on the road, much like how he once had been … It had sent a wave of deja-vu crashing over Yuichiro, how he’d once been like that too. How differently his life would have turned out if he hadn’t had someone to save him.

   The Seventh Progenitor was asking him how he wanted to proceed, and in response, Yuichiro stood up, effectively making his presence known. Almost casually, with the practiced ease of a hunter, he made his way towards the little group of humans, vaguely aware of Ferid following behind. If it weren’t for the sword slung across his back, and his glowing crimson eyes, one might have thought him to be a regular child, dressed simply in faded brown boots, jeans and a hoodie. He’d never had much patience for those pristine white uniforms, and he wasn’t interested in clothing with frills or top heats and feathers - so the alternative had been to raid forgotten clothing stores. The human clothes were dusty, but usable, and as a progenitor, he had the right to wear whatever he wanted, others be damned - if he so wished, Yuichiro could dress in drag and do the hula down the streets of Sanguinem ( which would only happen if Ferid developed a conscience ).

   “Toy with them all you want, just don’t kill them.” With a jerk of his chin, Yuichiro nodded at the humans, all of whom had mingled expressions of shock and horror on their faces. In one smooth motion, he’d scooped the blond up into his arms, cradling him carefully to his chest. Yuichiro had already started running before he’d finished speaking. “I want to speak with him.”

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Mikaela didn’t remember the boy that’d saved him, a nursehad said a kid had brought him in, a young boy probably older than he looked,that was the only way they’d been able to explain the child, told him that theboy had likely been around 15-16 years old, but had looked so young, only12-13, certainly didn’t look old enough to be able to carry a boy that damagedto the hospital.

Nope, not something they could process, and without theability to question the boy as he’d disappeared too quickly, all the staff atthe hospital could say, was that he’d been small, he’d had red eyes, dark hairand that he’d pretty much saved his life.

Never would Mikaela have assumed the boy to be a vampire,not until the day Vampires had emerged, had taken to the surface to take over,had ventured up to protect their food source from destruction brought up on byits own actions, protect, enslave, same thing in their minds he supposed, butof course the food source would fight back. Mikaela had been lucky. He’d beenlucky in the fact that the orphanage he’d been placed into after the crash, hadbeen one of the first places the JIDA had set up recruitment, they’d known itwas coming, of course the recruitment process hadn’t given them any informationas to what they would be fighting for

But they’d been given homes within the JIDA’s protection, inoculatedbefore the virus had spread, he’d not really known the world outside of thosewalls after the chaos had unfolded. He’d always been curious though, curious asto whether the boy that’d saved him had survived.

The vampires showing themselves though, that’d caused onehell of a stir, Mikaela drawing his sword immediately, the demon powering up asthough readying for a fight, Yoichi letting his arrows fly, it was instantchaos, but these vampires… “They’renobles!” Mikaela yelled, stepping back as the small one, ventured closer,blade poised to strike.

It happened so fast, one moment Mikaela was ready to fight,the next he was snatched into this small boys’ arms while his team tried todeal with the other one, he’d evendropped his sword in the assault, it was like they’d organized this, distractthe team, take out one of the two vanguards, destroy a team in one fell swoopwhy would they though? What did they have to gain from destroying one smallteam? “Let me—Let me go!!” Mikaela forcefully trying to wriggle out of the boys’grip, what on earth was he playing at?! “RETREAT,GET OUT OF HERE!” If he couldn’t get out of there he wanted them too atleast, he had no sword to fight this little gremlinand not nearly enough strength to hand fight a noble. 

This… this was a fucked up situation. and he’d not put that goddamn pill in his mouth before leaving had he… he couldn’t consume poison to get out of it… fuck. “You’ll get nothing from me, Vampire.”

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   “Keep that up, and I’ll drop you.” Yuichiro threatened mildly, cloak fluttering behind him as he ran down the crumbling road.

   Ignoring the struggles of the blond child was an easy thing for the immortal - try as the child might, if it came down to a battle of strength, Yuichiro would win every-time. Vampires were near indestructible, and the only thing that could take them down was the cursed gear - but seeing as how this human had oh so conveniently dropped his sword during the ensuing chaos, Yuichiro, could, for the time being, let his guard down. Ferid might have been a lot of things, but his skills in battle were nothing to be scoffed at. If the humans hadn’t retreated as the child had told them to, the other Progenitor would keep them from rushing after the duo.

   When Yuichiro couldn’t hear the sounds of metal on metal, or Ferid’s incessant chatter, he slowed to a stop, still keeping the child clasped firmly in his arms. He looked around for shelter and decided that house across the street would work just fine. The plaster walls were cracked and peeling, the floor strewn with rubble and trash. There were a couple holes in the roof and broken shingles scattered throughout the living room, but the structure appeared fairly sound. Against the wall was a very moldy but remarkably intact yellow sofa, and Yuichiro carefully walked over the uneven floor until he was close enough to plop the child onto its soft surface.

   “Relax.” Yuichiro moved over to stand by the door, deliberately keeping his distance, and resisting the urge to point outthat if he'd wanted to bite the child, he could’ve done it a long time ago - when he had lain bleeding out all those years ago, in fact. “I just want to ask you something.”

   Yuichiro could the heat and hot fluids below the child’s skin, pumping in time with his heart. He could smell the blood, hear his frantic heartbeat, and his vision went red with hunger, eyes glittering, turning a liquid shade of crimson. The human’s heartbeat was suddenly very loud in his ears; Yuichiro could hear it, pulsing in his wrist, his throat. His stomach felt hollow, empty, reminding him that he hadn’t fed for over several months, and Yuichiro swallowed past a dry throat, pinching the bridge of his nose. It was a good thing he hadn’t been standing so close - even several meters away, the scent of blood hung heavy in the air, practically filling every nook and cranny of the dilapidated shack.

   “You . . .” The sigh that left his lips was heavy, the question that he asked even more so. “ . . . When you were younger, did you . . . Die? Not like, die die, but did someone hurt you badly? And left you to, you know . . . Die?”

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   A light drizzle had started to fall, forming a light mist when Yuichiro walked out of the van, hands stuffed into the pockets of his bunny eared hoodie. The legs of his trousers darkened as he sloshed into a puddle, but Yuichiro scarcely noticed, walking over to the little ring of Inspectors, Yoichi and Mitsuba trailing after him. He was raring to chase after the target, but Shinoa always insisted on briefing them before they left - and this case probably wouldn’t be any different.

   There was an unfamiliar face standing with Shinoa and Kimizuki, Yuichiro noted, holding himself a little straighter so he could look a little taller than his measly height of four feet and three inches. The new Inspector had blond hair which stuck up in five directions, and from the way he was standing, along with his shiny new jacket, it was painfully obvious that he was new, had never been out in the field before, and Yuichiro heaved a pained sigh, not quite suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. 

   A freaking newbie. Great.

   “Hey, Shinoa,” Addressing the squad leader in a casual drawl, Yuichiro jerked his chin in the blond’s direction, completely disregarding the fact that the Inspector was standing within earshot. “This the kid I’m supposed to babysit?”

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Despite his composure, he was nervous. But he told himself, do not let these feelings get in the way. So he had pushed them down. Shinoa was going over the briefing of the mission. 

‘Do all inspectors start off like this?’ 

He wondered, regardless, he knew he had a job to do and set his mind to it. His eyes fixed down on the screen, observing all the information that was displayed before him. Mikaela ha always been intrigued about how and why people did such things, what drove them to do such things. Hopefully as he worked here, he could get the answers all whilst helping the city keep the city safe.

Turning his head, he picked up on the voice of a child. – Wait, this child was one of the enforcers? Mikaela could only stare, multiple thoughts rushing through his head. What happened? How did he become an enforcer? Why was he an enforcer? – Those questions will have to be answered later.

“I may be new, but I ensure you I won’t need babysitting. My name is Mikaela Shindo, I will make sure that we capture this criminal.” He spoke all of this with determination and a serious tone.

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   Yuichiro muttered quietly under his breath, “Hmph, we’ll just see about that . . .”

   ( ‘Yes, Mikaela is to be your new partner, so please look after him!’ ) Yuichiro surreptitiously ignored Shinoa’s request, jamming his hands into his pockets, a sullen expression on his face. A vindictive stab of pleasure went through Yuichiro when he saw the confusion, plain as day on the Inspector’s face. It was hard not to smile. Everybody reacted similarly when they saw a twelve year old Enforcer. He might have been young, but Yuichiro was one of the best enforcers - his success in the field had proven that much. 

   Everyone had read the target’s files, but Yuichiro hadn’t bothered. After all, their target was just that - a T A R G E T to be eliminated by Sybil’s hunting dogs. Nothing more, and nothing less. They only had one job after all - to eliminate those that Sybil had passed judgement upon. Briefings and files were all well and good, but when it came down to it, they didn’t really help one much in the field. Yuichiro had always chosen to rely on his instincts - stuff like that just got in the way.

   “Let’s go, let’s go!” He might have been an enforcer, but Yuichiro was still very much a C H I L D, and his face lit up in excitement - the anticipation of the hound on the hunt for its prey. Even before Shinoa had given them the order to move out, he had already grabbed a Dominator and headed into the building, not bothering to wait for the new Inspector to catch up with him. “I call dibs on the target!”

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bold any fears which apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable.

the dark || fire || open water || deep water || being alone || crowded spaces || confined spaces || change || failure || war || loss of control || powerlessness || prison || blood || drowning || suffocation || public speaking || natural animals || the supernatural || heights || death || dying || intimacy || rejection || abandonment || loss || the unknown || the future || not being good enough || scary stories || speaking to new people || poverty || loud noises || being touched

Tag 10 people: I think everyone has done this?

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Yuu would you please be my valentines? :D

   “W-Who the hell has time for that kind of mushy stuff?!”

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   A light drizzle had started to fall, forming a light mist when Yuichiro walked out of the van, hands stuffed into the pockets of his bunny eared hoodie. The legs of his trousers darkened as he sloshed into a puddle, but Yuichiro scarcely noticed, walking over to the little ring of Inspectors, Yoichi and Mitsuba trailing after him. He was raring to chase after the target, but Shinoa always insisted on briefing them before they left - and this case probably wouldn’t be any different.

   There was an unfamiliar face standing with Shinoa and Kimizuki, Yuichiro noted, holding himself a little straighter so he could look a little taller than his measly height of four feet and three inches. The new Inspector had blond hair which stuck up in five directions, and from the way he was standing, along with his shiny new jacket, it was painfully obvious that he was new, had never been out in the field before, and Yuichiro heaved a pained sigh, not quite suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. 

   A freaking newbie. Great.

   “Hey, Shinoa,” Addressing the squad leader in a casual drawl, Yuichiro jerked his chin in the blond’s direction, completely disregarding the fact that the Inspector was standing within earshot. “This the kid I’m supposed to babysit?”

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*wants a Pyscho Pass AU tbh*

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( STARTER CALL! )

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( STARTER CALL! )

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   The vampires that Yuichiro lived with would have turned their noses up at venturing to the surface and interacting with humans, but he’d never quite been one of them, had never been able to hate the mortal race, let alone stay away from them. It had become a ritual of sorts for the eternal twelve year old, to venture out onto the streets when it was dark and quiet, making his way past glass fronted stores and high rise buildings, able to pretend for a few fleeting moments that he was a normal child.

    However, there was something odd in those familiar streets that night. The tangy scent of blood filled the air, assaulting acute senses, and almost absently, Yuichiro padded down cement walkways, seeking out the source instinctively before his body even registered what his legs were doing. The brunette stopped dead in his tracks, nearly slipping on a pool of blood, already slightly sticky.

   A blond child, barely older than him, lying on the street in the dead of night. A large puddle of crimson surrounded his eerily still body, and though Yuichiro had seen plenty of gruesome things in the six hundred or so years that he’d been alive, this one took the cake. How could someone do this to a child? Rage trammeled through him, and that darker part of him reminded him how easy it would be to bury his head into that unscathed neck and feed … No. That would make him as bad as the humans who had done this to the boy in the first place. Bending down, Yuichiro pressed an icy finger to the child’s wrist, feeling for a pulse, hoping and praying that he would find one. There. It was faint, but the child would live - but only if he was brought to a hospital on time.

   “It’s okay,” Yuichiro blurted out, acting on impulse now, easily bundling that frail, mangled body up into his arms, a feat that should have been impossible for someone his age. Already, he was moving, faster than he had ever run before, the buildings blurring into a world of grey as he flew down the streets. “I’ll keep you safe … I won’t let them hurt you again, I promise.”

[heavenlyseraphim]

It’d hurt, the asphalt had been hard, rough on his skin,bones breaking instantly, smashing in several places, he was surprised he waseven alive. He knew his neck was broken, couldn’t move it, couldn’t seeanything, just the stars above him as the sky went dark, couldn’t even cry outfor help how was he even alive? He didn’t know, didn’t really care, all he knewwas that he’d been thrown out of a moving car by the very people who were meantto protect him.

He didn’t know why, what the reason was, he’d tried hard hadn’the? He’d been good in his studies, he’d told his father that he loved him everysingle day, he’d… he’d tried…

But still there he lay, with the name Michaela in his mind,with the words ‘you carry the nameMichaela, you’re a chosen child, you’re special’ to accompany it, and thepromise that he’d be okay. Was this okay? Broken, bleeding alone on theroadside? How was this okay? It wasn’t… nothing about this was okay, his motherhad been insane, nothing but insane… she’d been lying, lying about everythinghow was he okay?

He knew it was a bad idea to fall asleep, to succumb to hisexhaustion, to the state his blood loss was putting him in, knew if he fellunconscious he’d be done… he probably wouldn’t wake up, but everything,everything was just screaming at him to go to sleep, everything was telling himconserve energy, someone would come, someone would come and save him… that washis last thought, his last thought before slipping into darkness.

                                                                     « It’s okay »

                          « I’ll keep you safe … I won’t let them hurt you again, I promise »

Thosewords… Those words haunted him, he didn’t know who’d said them, didn’t know howhe’d ended up in a hospital that day, how he’d ended up alive, how events hadled him through life as they had, but growing up, those words had been searedinto his mind somehow. Something, someone, whoever had saved him that night allthose years ago, all he remembered was that voice.

Thatvoice, and those words. He wished he could find them, thank them, they’d givenhim the chance to become this, a soldier in the JIDA amongst the moon demoncompany, within his own little squad, they’d given him the chance to grow up,and he couldn’t thank them enough for it, he just wished he knew who they were,wished he’d seen them that night, he didn’t even know if they’d survived thevirus, probably not. It’d killed everyone, why would they be any different? Whywould an act of kindness spare them humanities idiocy? It wouldn’t. He stillheld out that hope though.

Ashis squad travelled outside the boarders of the city, explored the broken areasof Kyoto, he hoped to one day find whoever had saved him… that was what hesearched for… his saviour, hoping that maybe, even though he wouldn’t recognisethem, they’d recognise him, so he could thank them properly.

“—I hear movement over there… Yoichi can you see anything?” Mikaela calling over his shoulder as he himself listened intently to their surroundings, hand on his cursed gear just in case, felt almost like… like they were being watched, he didn’t like it.

« I cant see anything Mika-kun! » but it sure as hell felt like something could see them. It was… unnerving.

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   It was him. One glance at the blond’s face confirmed all that Yuichiro needed to know. One of the groups out on patrol had reported the group of humans wandering a little too close to Sanguinem for comfort ( there had been a blond human with them; was that the one he’d been looking for? ) and after instructing the vampires to pull back, Yuichiro had left to investigate, the Seventh Progenitor in tow ( the man had practically pushed his way into going with Yuichiro ). The little boy he’d saved wasn’t quite so ‘little’ anymore - in fact, he towered above Yuichiro by about two heads, and his face was sharp, all angles and planes. His blue eyes were piercing, the same color as the sky, and Yuichiro found himself staring, memorizing every detail of the human’s face, until the sharp jab to his ribs pulled him out of his trance.

   He’d hoped that the blond would be alive, since he hadn’t recognized any of the livestock in Sanguinem ( had hoped and prayed that the little boy hadn’t been killed when the vampires had invaded ), and it looked as though they’d been answered. He was alive and healthy - no thanks to his parents - though Yuichiro was unsure if the blond remembered him. It had been chaotic that night, a twelve year old dragging another child into the hospital, and Yuichiro had slipped out quietly, before someone could come and question him. He hadn’t even had the chance to say goodbye, or to learn of the name of the child that he’d saved. The Queen had reprimanded him harshly ( he’d drawn attention to himself, and by extension, to the vampires, he could have caused them to be discovered ), but never once had he regretted saving that child’s life. 

   For as long as he could remember, he’d been living in the Hyakuya Orphanage with a bunch of other children, had been so happy when he’d been adopted by a ‘loving’ couple . . . Until they’d gone insane ( “YOU’RE THE SPAWN OF THE DEVIL JUST DIE DIE -” ) and tried to end his life. The Queen had found him, bleeding out, and she’d given him a choice: To live, or to die. He’d chosen to live, had lived for over hundreds of years . . . So when he’d seen that child on the road, much like how he once had been . . . It had sent a wave of deja-vu crashing over Yuichiro, how he’d once been like that too. How differently his life would have turned out if he hadn’t had someone to save him.

   The Seventh Progenitor was asking him how he wanted to proceed, and in response, Yuichiro stood up, effectively making his presence known. Almost casually, with the practiced ease of a hunter, he made his way towards the little group of humans, vaguely aware of Ferid following behind. If it weren’t for the sword slung across his back, and his glowing crimson eyes, one might have thought him to be a regular child, dressed simply in faded brown boots, jeans and a hoodie. He’d never had much patience for those pristine white uniforms, and he wasn’t interested in clothing with frills or top heats and feathers - so the alternative had been to raid forgotten clothing stores. The human clothes were dusty, but usable, and as a progenitor, he had the right to wear whatever he wanted, others be damned - if he so wished, Yuichiro could dress in drag and do the hula down the streets of Sanguinem ( which would only happen if Ferid developed a conscience ).

   “Toy with them all you want, just don’t kill them.” With a jerk of his chin, Yuichiro nodded at the humans, all of whom had mingled expressions of shock and horror on their faces. In one smooth motion, he’d scooped the blond up into his arms, cradling him carefully to his chest. Yuichiro had already started running before he’d finished speaking. “I want to speak with him.”

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And it looked as though Yuichiro wasn’t going to be given the ‘okay’ anytime soon.

Forcing himself to relax against the hard surface of the wooden table, Yuichiro’s gaze flickered to the tubes in his arms, the pain fading till it became just a slight dull throb. The sting was nostalgic, he had felt it once already today, except the current purpose was different: The giving of life instead of taking it away. Instead of having the tubes carry his blood away, to be stored in plastic bags and chilled for the consumption of a nameless bloodsucker, the life giving liquid was now being returned back to his own veins. It was plain to see that the blood was working wonders. Already, a hint of pink had begun to return to bone pale cheeks, some color returning to ivory skin. 

“Hey - Ow!”

Yuichiro rubbed furiously at the sore spot on his forehead, from where Mika’s finger had come into contact with his skin. Mika hadn’t meant to hit that hard ( or so he thought ), but it still hurt. Vampire skin was a lot tougher than human skin, after all. His siblings had started laughing when he was being lectured - it must have been ironic, to see the one who had been doling out admonishments all this time now being scolded himself - but they soon stopped when the reality of what Mika had been saying sank in. His siblings pressed closer to the table, worry and fear bathing their expressions and Yuichiro sighed, lifting a hand to pat them on their heads, anywhere that he could reach, in hopes of offering some form of comfort.

“I - I knew that! And I wouldn’t have just died like that anyway, Mika, don’t be stupid!” Yuichiro huffed indignantly, still unwilling to admit that he was in the wrong, that he’d been trying to shoulder too big a burden. But he’d gotten the point. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t protect his siblings from everything - but that didn’t mean he was going to stop trying. “ - I would’ve been fine after I rested a little!”

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“You know you’d have been in trouble, don’t deny it” another poke to the boy’s forehead, this time a little lighter, Yuu’s family needed to know their eldest wasn’t indestructible, in fact he was very fragile, something that was so obvious right now, had Mika not gotten to him… would he even have made it home? Or would he have passed out on that street and just not woken up?

Mikaela was honestly sure it would have been the latter.

At least the colour was starting to return to his skin, that clammy warmth he’d been giving off was starting to recede back to normalcy, they were out of danger for now “they need to know how lucky they are to still have you here” instead of poking his forehead again, this time just gently threading his fingers through that soft hair, as he was so fond of doing, he’d need to wash it, sweat still matting the usually so soft raven tresses, yes he’d definitely need to bathe after this. “This is why I told you not to go to the Harvest this morning… you didn’t have enough blood in you to give any more” certainly not the amount they’d inevitably take.

He’d been looking out for this small family, trying to make sure they didn’t lose their eldest to exsanguination, something so… so common for children around vampires. Mikaela just sitting on the wooden bench at the table so he could be near Yuu, still could reach the blood bag above to change it once it ran dry, the shacks were just so small, certainly the perfect size for children to live within. 

“You can’t even come to my home now…” no he wanted this child resting, not running around outside, certainly not making the trip too and from his mansion, not a chance “—guess we’ll have to postpone your visit until you’re feeling better.” Which sucked.

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   “No, I wouldn’t . . .” Yuichiro mumbled, still unwilling as ever, though the words were muttered under his breath in a soft tone, in hopes that Mika wouldn’t catch it. 

   At least the younger ones weren’t crying, Yuichiro thought in relief, nearly pulling out the tubes in his arms when he reached out to ruffle their hair. The last time they had cried ( it had been when the virus broke out, after the director of the orphanage had suddenly collapsed and when the vampires had invaded, shepherded them all into white vans that would take them to Sanguinem ), it had taken him and Akane at least an hour to get them all to calm down - and even then, the smaller children had had to be bribed with the promise of sweets.

   And after he’d worked so hard to keep them unaware of what he was really doing . . . This whole day had been a rude awakening for the Hyakuyas, he thought ruefully, Yuichiro’s heart aching at how confused his siblings must be feeling in that moment.

   Bristling indignantly, Yuichiro declared with a heavy scowl, “But I really did feel fine! I would’ve been all right on my own!”

   The smaller boy perked up at the mention of going back to the mansion - he’d only been on the first two levels of the house, and even then, he’d only seen a couple of rooms. He’d never been in such a big house before, nor had he been in such opulent surroundings, and the more childish side of Yuichiro was demanding that he explore the whole place, run from top to bottom of the house and maybe bounce about on the perfectly fluffy beds.

   “I’m fine! Once this -” He wrinkled his nose and gave the transparent tubes yet another poke “ - Is done, I’ll go to your place!”

   He needed to get up and about - Yuichiro, quite frankly, had had enough of lying around - and he had no intention of lounging about in bed the whole day. Not a chance, not when there were so many things that needed to be done. And if he wasn’t given the okay - Yuichiro had a niggling suspicion that that would be the case - he’d walk there by himself later in the afternoon. He was pretty sure he remembered the way to the mansion, and once he was inside it . . . The corners of his mouth twitched at the thought. He wouldn't be gotten rid off that easily. 

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@heavenlyseraphim

   The vampires that Yuichiro lived with would have turned their noses up at venturing to the surface and interacting with humans, but he’d never quite been one of them, had never been able to hate the mortal race, let alone stay away from them. It had become a ritual of sorts for the eternal twelve year old, to venture out onto the streets when it was dark and quiet, making his way past glass fronted stores and high rise buildings, able to pretend for a few fleeting moments that he was a normal child.

    However, there was something odd in those familiar streets that night. The tangy scent of blood filled the air, assaulting acute senses, and almost absently, Yuichiro padded down cement walkways, seeking out the source instinctively before his body even registered what his legs were doing. The brunette stopped dead in his tracks, nearly slipping on a pool of blood, already slightly sticky.

   A blond child, barely older than him, lying on the street in the dead of night. A large puddle of crimson surrounded his eerily still body, and though Yuichiro had seen plenty of gruesome things in the six hundred or so years that he’d been alive, this one took the cake. How could someone do this to a child? Rage trammeled through him, and that darker part of him reminded him how easy it would be to bury his head into that unscathed neck and feed . . . No. That would make him as bad as the humans who had done this to the boy in the first place. Bending down, Yuichiro pressed an icy finger to the child’s wrist, feeling for a pulse, hoping and praying that he would find one. There. It was faint, but the child would live - but only if he was brought to a hospital on time.

   “It’s okay,” Yuichiro blurted out, acting on impulse now, easily bundling that frail, mangled body up into his arms, a feat that should have been impossible for someone his age. Already, he was moving, faster than he had ever run before, the buildings blurring into a world of grey as he flew down the streets. “I’ll keep you safe . . . I won’t let them hurt you again, I promise.”

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tueborr:

“Er … About that … It was my fault, actually.” Yuichiro injected hurriedly. “I kind of tried to move a little bit.”

Twice, to be exact. Akane shook her head in resignation and pursed her lips, but offered no further comment. Yuichiro kept silent at Mika’s second comment, only watching in mild curiosity at the bags of blood and the bag of clear solution ( he had no idea of what was in the latter ). It was best not to make promises he couldn’t keep. If it came down to it, if it was a choice between him or his family, he’d choose them every time.

His skin parted, as the needle pierced through his flesh like it was made of butter. Pain sluiced up his arm, but Yuichiro stubbornly refused to wince, or even to cry out, all too aware of the numerous small faces that had clustered around the table to watch. They were staring at him, staring at the clear tubes that went into the crook of his right elbow, staring at Mika as he did … Whatever he was doing. He couldn’t afford to look weak in front of his siblings. As the oldest, he should be so much stronger. With that thought in mind, Yuichiro held still, gritting his teeth throughout the stinging sensation.

“When can I take this out?” Experimentally, Yuichiro poked at his skin, where the tube had gone in, pressing down hard enough to bruise. “I’ve got chores to do.”

“Until I say you’re okay, you keep it in” plain and simple, but he did take the boys admittance into account, Yuu had tried to move, something Mikaela had honestly expected, the child simply couldn’t take an instruction and stick to it without trying to deviate, one of the most stubborn humans he’d ever had the pleasure of dealing with.

How did he like this kid again? Mikaela didn’t know, but he did.

Just watching gravity do its job, blood going from bag to body, he’d have to make a swap for the second bag at some point because there simply wasn’t enough in a bag to replace what had been taken, to make up what Yuu had lost in the past two days. Had Mikaela not gotten to him… had he not been in charge of that district, not known Yuu had gone to the harvest instead of Akane, Yuichiro would have likely died on that street of severe exsanguination, and nobody would have known, it’d have likely been a vampire that’d found him, lack of heartbeat yet the smell of human? 

Someone would have found him, and they’d have disposed of him. No funeral, no last words, no caring for the grieving family, they probably wouldn’t have even been notified of the boy’s death.

 “You could have died today you stubborn little boy” actually leaning down to prod the child’s forehead “and nobody here would have known about it” Mikaela would have known yes…  but only after he didn’t show up to harvest and didn’t show up to the mansion to ‘hang out’ like he’d said he would, only after probably days of absence… “Very few Vampires in the city would have been kind enough to alert your family” it was the harsh truth, and Yuu’s entire family needed to hear it, needed to hear that today, they could have very easily lost their eldest, could have very easily lost the one person in the city that wanted to care for them, that would do anything for them, sure they had Akane but he doubted how strong her resolve truly was, how easily she could have dealt with what Yuu had gone so far to do. 

Sure Mikaela would have made sure they were taken care of but… it wouldn’t have been the same and he knew it. “So you need to start realising that these children depend on you… I don’t care about your chores, they can be done later, but that stubborn attitude of yours is just going to end up getting you killed” and if there was one thing Mikaela didn’t want, it was to hear this precious little boy had died. “—You need to start thinking before you act…”

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And it looked as though Yuichiro wasn’t going to be given the ‘okay’ anytime soon.

Forcing himself to relax against the hard surface of the wooden table, Yuichiro’s gaze flickered to the tubes in his arms, the pain fading till it became just a slight dull throb. The sting was nostalgic, he had felt it once already today, except the current purpose was different: The giving of life instead of taking it away. Instead of having the tubes carry his blood away, to be stored in plastic bags and chilled for the consumption of a nameless bloodsucker, the life giving liquid was now being returned back to his own veins. It was plain to see that the blood was working wonders. Already, a hint of pink had begun to return to bone pale cheeks, some color returning to ivory skin. 

“Hey - Ow!”

Yuichiro rubbed furiously at the sore spot on his forehead, from where Mika’s finger had come into contact with his skin. Mika hadn’t meant to hit that hard ( or so he thought ), but it still hurt. Vampire skin was a lot tougher than human skin, after all. His siblings had started laughing when he was being lectured - it must have been ironic, to see the one who had been doling out admonishments all this time now being scolded himself - but they soon stopped when the reality of what Mika had been saying sank in. His siblings pressed closer to the table, worry and fear bathing their expressions and Yuichiro sighed, lifting a hand to pat them on their heads, anywhere that he could reach, in hopes of offering some form of comfort.

“I - I knew that! And I wouldn’t have just died like that anyway, Mika, don’t be stupid!” Yuichiro huffed indignantly, still unwilling to admit that he was in the wrong, that he’d been trying to shoulder too big a burden. But he’d gotten the point. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t protect his siblings from everything - but that didn’t mean he was going to stop trying. “ - I would’ve been fine after I rested a little!”

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Yuichiro’s face had been hot the whole journey back home, cheeks flushed a bright, vibrant shade of tomato red. Everyone, children and vampires alike, had been staring, especially that silver haired progenitor, whose eyes had lingered on Yuichiro for far too long for it to be mere curiosity. His head had rested limply against Mika’s shoulder, only for Yuichiro to straighten in disbelief when they entered his house.

“H-Hey, that’s -”

He’d been under the impression that they were going to Mika’s house once again, not his own little cottage. His house was one of the ones in poorer condition, the wallpaper having long since peeled off the wooden walls ( the children had covered them with crayon drawings of their own ), creaking floorboards, a moth-eaten sofa and rickety wooden chairs that sat around a pine scrubbed table. The house was bathed in a cheerful yellow glow from the overhead lights, but it was painfully obvious that they weren’t well off - it was nothing compared to a Progenitor’s mansion.

“Very sick, he says,” Yuichiro muttered under his breath; a poor imitation of Mika’s voice, pulling a face as the blond walked away after having plopped the younger boy on top of the kitchen table. “Don’t move, he says.”

And that was all Yuichiro managed to say, for barely a split second later, a group of children piled on top of the brunette, making him cry out in pain as his ribs were crushed under the weight of four squirming bodies. Their questions came thick and fast - “Why are you friends with a vampire?”, “Why was he here?”, “Are you really sick?”, “How did you meet him?” - and Yuichiro did his best to answer their questions, altering his story ( He’d fallen over after the harvest, and Mika had helped him get back home. ) so that they wouldn’t be unnecessarily worried. 

“He’s part of our family now.” Yuichiro said tiredly, staring up at the worn ceiling of their house - when it boiled down to it, Akane could be just as stubborn, if not more so than him, and she was obstinately refusing to let Yuichiro so much as wriggle his little toe. “That guy’s family. He helped us out a while back … Remember the food you had yesterday? He got it for us. So be nice to him, okay? Family looks after family, so we have to look out for him, too.”

Well, it wasn’t like there was much they could do for a Progenitor, but his point had hopefully gotten across. There was a second of silence, right before everyone muttered agreement. They were reluctant about this new arrangement, but they would come round soon. At least, Yuichiro hoped they would. In all honesty, their grudging dispositions weren’t unexpected - after so many years of being treated like livestock, after being kicked around and spat upon by the city guards, at least they were willing to give Mika a chance. With a sigh, Yuichiro shifted, managing to prop himself up on one elbow - cue a loud protest from Akane, who took her duty very seriously - craning his head towards the opening door.

“Mika?” Chancing his luck, Yuichiro tried to wriggle off the table, earning him a dirty glare from Akane as she tried to get him to lie back down. “Is that you?”

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Mikaela honestly hadn’t even noticed Ferid’s presence, which was odd considering how much power the elder radiated, usually it was hard not to notice him for a vampire of lesser rank, but with his mind so focused on Yuu, with his worries so laser focused on protecting and helping Yuu, he’d completely missed him. Not something he ever wanted to do, Ferid was not someone who should ever have leverage over anyone, he was too damn good at using it. Too good at manipulation, twisting what someone cared about, what they loved to use against them. 

And Mikaela knew for a fact that Ferid would find great joy out of finally having something to use against him. But it was too late, everything had already happened, he’d already made it far too obvious that something was going on, had already made it far too obvious that Mikaela Shindo now had a weakness. 

And that weakness was a precious, stubborn little green eyed boy from the 12th district, the boy Ferid had initially approached, which… by all rights Mikaela had the right to complain to Krul about. How dare that obnoxious psychopath go anywhere near his children, anywhere near his districts, he had no right to go anywhere near them, no right to approach them, he had his own areas to fool around with. 

Not that the man should be allowed anywhere near children ever. 

Mikaela paid no mind to him though, no mind to what he was up too, didnt even register he was there, nope, instead rushing back to that little run down shack, arms full of equipment, bursting through the door like a force of nature, which… technically he was. Shuffling back through the surprised little faces “Yes, it’s me Yuu-chan I’m back” speaking so quietly, so hurriedly as he rushed to set everything up, eyes darting over Yuu’s little form just to see if he’d moved at all, any strain on his body “I’ll interrogate you all later on why his clothes are suddenly so rumpled” that was a discussion for when Yuu’s heartbeat was back to a healthy rate, when that clammy skin cleared up and returned to its youthful healthy colour, Yuu hadn’t moved, he could see that, same place as he left him not that the boy could really move too much anyway in this condition so that left… the children.

Of course they’d have probably had questions, had probably demanded answers but… he’d been very specific for Yuu not to move, so… shouldn’t they have at least had the insight to not go near him either? “Akane, I trust you kept him still?” tubing hooked up to both saline solution and blood bag once they were neatly hung from protruding nails in the wood work, it was mere rhetoric at this point, just… words to fill the heavy air. “Now Yuu-chan, next time… when i tell you not to go to a harvest, you listen to me.” kneeling beside him just to get his arm ready, giving the soft appendage a squeeze just to raise the nearest vein, god his skin was so clammy, heartbeat so rushed.

“This may hurt a little, but no more than the needles used to take blood… alright?” again, rhetoric, he didnt wait for the response, didnt wait for any confirmation before going straight ahead, piercing the fragile skin with pointed tip and allowing that flow to begin. He… just hoped it wasnt too late. As a vampire Mikaela genuinely had very little access to miracles.

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“Er . . . About that . . . It was my fault, actually.” Yuichiro injected hurriedly. “I kind of tried to move a little bit.”

Twice, to be exact. Akane shook her head in resignation and pursed her lips, but offered no further comment. Yuichiro kept silent at Mika’s second comment, only watching in mild curiosity at the bags of blood and the bag of clear solution ( he had no idea of what was in the latter ). It was best not to make promises he couldn’t keep. If it came down to it, if it was a choice between him or his family, he’d choose them every time.

His skin parted, as the needle pierced through his flesh like it was made of butter. Pain sluiced up his arm, but Yuichiro stubbornly refused to wince, or even to cry out, all too aware of the numerous small faces that had clustered around the table to watch. They were staring at him, staring at the clear tubes that went into the crook of his right elbow, staring at Mika as he did . . . Whatever he was doing. He couldn’t afford to look weak in front of his siblings. As the oldest, he should be so much stronger. With that thought in mind, Yuichiro held still, gritting his teeth throughout the stinging sensation.

“When can I take this out?” Experimentally, Yuichiro poked at his skin, where the tube had gone in, pressing down hard enough to bruise. “I’ve got chores to do.”

[heavenlyseraphim]

So it’s been a little over a month now since I made this blog, and I… I don’t understand how I managed to accumulate all of you so fast? Why do you even put up with half the cracky shit I post? 

I’ve never actually made one of these before tbh, and mainly that’s due to the fact that i’m usually quite solitary in my rp blogs, I tend to pick like… one or two favourites and just RP with them? But the OnS community has been so friendly and fun toward me that I’ve found myself with far more friends on a blog than I’ve ever managed before and that was honestly one of my goals with this blog, speak to more than two or three people! Big ol yaaayy moment. 

So without any further adieu, I will begin!

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