Genderbent Yuu and Mika Drabbles

Yuichiro Hyakuya slowly opened his eyes, the soft creak of a door echoing through the quiet of the night. He glanced at the digital alarm clock perched on his night table—its glowing numbers read just past two in the morning. A wave of curiosity washed over him as he wondered who else could possibly be awake at this late hour in their household.

As he sat up and turned toward the window of his second-floor room, the raven-haired boy gaze caught sight of a familiar figure gliding across the grounds in a flowing white nightgown, long blond hair cascading behind her like a shimmering veil. She was making her way toward the woods that bordered their small village.

"Mika?" he whispered to himself, fully aware that his orphanage sister could not hear him.

The sight of her in the stillness of the night stirred a sense of foreboding within him. Where could she possibly be going at such an hour?

Worry gnawed at Yuu as he quickly changed out of his sleepwear, opting for slacks and a dress shirt. He slipped on a pair of shoes, mindful of the creaks in the old wooden floor, and made his way downstairs, desperate not to disturb his sleeping squad mates. Once outside, he pulled the door shut, locking it securely behind him with his copy of the house key before hastening after Mika into the woods.

Mikaela Hyakuya pressed her palm against her throat, each step deeper into the woods intensifying the discomfort she felt. The ache within her was becoming unbearable. She had only fed a day ago, convinced she could last at least another two days without needing to feed again. But her body was betraying her, and the relentless thirst surged stronger with each passing hour.

Pausing at a sturdy tree, she leaned against it, trying to steady her breath and calm the growing dread within her.

No good… she thought in despair. I'm getting thirsty faster every day. What am I supposed to do?

Even though Yuichiro and his squad mates would readily offer her the blood she so desperately needed, the very thought of asking filled her with dread. They had become like family to her, and the idea of burdening them with her unnatural cravings weighed heavily on her conscience. Sleep would temporarily ease her thirst, but it could only offer so much relief before the insatiable hunger forced her awake. Fearing that she might lose control and harm them in their sleep, Mikaela had resolved to distance herself from the house, hoping to find an animal to feed on until dawn.

"Mika?" A voice pierced through her thoughts, drawing her attention.

Startled, she spun around, her heart racing as she found her adoptive brother from the Hyakuya Orphanage standing there, worry etching his features. Usually, her enhanced senses would have alerted her to his presence, but her thirst had dulled her awareness.

"Yuu-chan! W-what are you doing here?" she gasped, her breath hitching.

"I could ask you the same. What's wrong, Mika?" he pressed, concern deepening in his gaze.

As she hesitated, Yuichiro's intuition kicked in, and he pieced it together.

"You're thirsty, aren't you? Mika, please, I told you before—if you need to feed, don't hesitate to ask. There's no shame in it. Your survival matters more than anything else."

Mikaela closed her eyes, turning away from him as she wrestled with his words. The fear lurking within her, the fear of hurting him, made her heart ache. Yuichiro approached her, gently placing his hands on her shoulders, his presence both grounding and reassuring.

"Please, Mika. I don't want you to suffer. Come inside, and we'll make sure you're properly fed."

She wanted to argue, to deny his offer, but the kindness in his eyes melted her resolve. With a resigned breath, she allowed him to scoop her up, carrying her back to their home, her heart swelling with gratitude as he treated her as if she weighed no more than a feather. Despite the strength she had gained through training and battles, Yuichiro's newfound seraph powers made her feel light in his embrace.

Once inside, he locked the door behind him and guided her upstairs to his room. After gently setting her down on the bed, he moved to light the fireplace, casting a warm glow throughout the space.

While the flames danced, he hurried into the bathroom to wet a towel with warm water. Noticing that Mika had rushed out without shoes, he returned and knelt by her, carefully wiping the dirt from her bare feet.

"That tickles!" she giggled, the sound filling the room with a warmth he hadn't heard in ages.

Yuichiro couldn't help but smile. It was rare for either of them smile so freely, especially after the harrowing experiences they had endured over the past four years since their lives were ripped apart at the gates of Sanguinem. In those dark times, amidst the pain and despair, there had still been moments of joy shared among the orphans—moments he cherished dearly.

After finishing with her feet, he set the washcloth aside and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, exposing his neck to her hungry gaze, tilting his head slightly to offer her access.

"Drink, Mika…"

"Yuu-chan, I…" she hesitated, her heart heavy. The marks from her last feeding still lingered on his skin, a haunting reminder of her need.

Even as he offered himself to her, she loathed the idea of feeding on him, the boy she loved, feeling like a parasite. Yuu could see the discomfort in her eyes during shared meals with the squad, where Mika could only watch her friends eat fruits, meats, and treats she could no longer taste or enjoy. Unlike others who had embraced their vampiric existence, Mikaela still remembered the last meal she had as a human—the curry she and Akane had made for dinner on the night they attempted to escape Sanguinem.

Little did she realize, it would be their last meal.

When Yuichiro noticed her reluctance, he gently wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer.

"Mika, please. You need this, and you know it."

"I know, but that doesn't mean I have to like it."

Despite the fact that she hated being a vampire, Mika sighed blissfully as she took one gulp after another. Not only was Yuu's seraph blood absolutely divine, she also loved the way he reacted to her as she drank. When they were children having their blood drawn by those dreadful machines in Sanguinem, he would squirm uncomfortably in his seat, wanting it to be over as soon as possible.

Now, that it was Mika taking his blood, Yuu laid absolutely pliant for her, his eyes closed and face relaxed with a deep blush that went all the way to his ears, his mouth parting in an 'o' as his chest heaved with every breath. He didn't say so (he didn't have to), but Mika could tell that he was absolutely enjoying this.

After a few more moments, Yuichiro found himself starting to feel dizzy, his head spinning as black spots danced in his vision.

I'll die if she drinks too much. But I don't care; to save her life, I would gladly give my own, he thought.

But Mikaela did care and when she sensed his hold on her starting to weaken, she withdrew her fangs from his neck, licking the puncture wounds clean before asking her brother if he was all right.

"I'm fine" Yuu insisted. I just need a moment's rest, is all."

Judging from the pallor on the young man's face, Mika started to worry that she might have drunk too much. If Yuu was an ordinary human, he would have been dead from all the blood she drank just now.

Sensing her thoughts, Yuichiro simply smiled and said, "I'm all right, stop worrying so much."

After looking her orphanage brother over one more time to make sure he wasn't in any immediate danger, Mikaela relented.

"Ok, if you say so. I think I should get back to bed and let you rest."

The blonde stood up and was about to leave when she felt Yuu's hand close over her wrist.

"Mika, please don't go; I want you to stay here tonight" he begged.

Although Mikaela knew she could easily break free of his hold now that he had been weakened by blood loss, the blonde did not move.

"You should rest…" she said but Yuichiro shook his head.

"I'm not really sleepy" he insisted. "I just want to be with you a little longer, please. We rarely get time alone like this and we should enjoy it when we can."

After considering Yuu's plea for a moment, Mika sighed softly and sat back down. Although he was a bit tired from having his blood drained, Yuu was still far from being totally exhausted. This was the first time he and his orphanage sister had been able get together like this since they and the rest of Shinoa's Squad had arrived at the village just a few days ago after escaping the battle at Nagoya Airport, leaving the human and vampire armies to fight out their senseless war.

There were so many things Yuu wanted to tell Mika but had never gotten the chance to until now. And when she saw the longing look in his eyes, the blonde felt silly that she even considered leaving him, especially since she had obsessed over being reunited with Yuu from the day they were separated until she successfully took him from the Moon Demon Company.

"You're right", Mika said. "I don't know what I was thinking. I just didn't want to keep you up if you needed to sleep."

Yuu laughed softly. "Even if I was sleepy, I'm willing to lose some sleep just to have you here a bit longer. In fact, sleep is the last thing on my mind right now" he said sheepishly.

Mikaela raised a brow and was about to ask what he meant when she made a quick glance down Yuu's body and it didn't take her long to see where his true thoughts were. Before the embarrassed blonde could say a word, Yuu's lips were on hers, his tongue gently prying her lips open, sliding past them and skillfully avoiding her fangs as it entwined with hers. Although this was Yuu's first time kissing any girl, let alone a vampire girl, Mika could never tell. It was almost as if the young man had planned and thought about it carefully before bringing his desire to fruition.

"Yuu-chan…" she moaned. More than anything, Mika wanted to give in, to indulge the desires of the handsome raven-haired boy who consumed nearly her every thought for the last four years but something made her hesitate and she placed her hands on Yuu's chest, gently pushing him away.

Frowning in disappointment and thinking he had done something wrong, he asked:

"What's wrong, Mika? Don't you want me?"

The blonde shook her head. "It's isn't that, Yuu-chan. It's just that… you deserve someone more… pure than me. Someone who hasn't been… so used."

"Are you talking about when you sold yourself to Ferid? Mika, I love you and I don't care about that."

"It wasn't just Ferid…" Mika said quietly as Yuu's questions brought up some painful memories from before she was sent to the Hyakuya orphanage and later taken to Sanguinem as vampire livestock.

She had never shared this with anyone, but her history of violation began long before she ever crossed paths with the silver-haired vampire lord. Originally Mikaela Shindō, the biracial daughter of a Russian father and a Japanese mother, Mika had been an exceptionally beautiful baby girl. She boasted exotic Asian features paired with fair blonde hair and striking blue eyes—attributes that reminded Yuichiro of the stunning western models he'd admired in magazines from his childhood.

In fact, Mika was so breathtaking that her very presence seemed to awaken a dangerous desire in her own father as she grew. By the time she turned six, Mika tragically fell victim to his twisted lust, igniting a swirl of hatred and envy within her mother. Mika's father's obsession not only shattered her innocence but also pushed her mother into the depths of a bizarre cult, where she spiraled into madness, blaming her own daughter for the demise of their family.

"Mika, what are you trying to say?" Yuu asked, concern etching lines across his brow.

"I'm sorry, Yuu-chan, but I know you're innocent and deserve someone just as pure as you…"

Yuichiro stared at his sister, disbelief washing over him. Was this what had been weighing on her mind? That he was still a virgin while she was not? Her words echoed in his mind—what did she mean it wasn't "Just Ferid?"

"Mikaela…" he started cautiously, "I don't care that you're not a virgin; you did what you had to do for me and the other kids. I know you never cared for Ferid and would never have sold yourself to him if it weren't for us."

"Ferid wasn't the worst," she replied, her voice wavering. "I was already tainted long before I ever met him. Or you."

Yuichiro's frown deepened, his stomach twisting with unease. A sinking feeling settled over him as he realized the direction this conversation was headed. The only other people Mikaela had lived with before arriving at the Hyakuya orphanage were her parents, and it didn't take a genius to connect the dots.

"You mean…?"

"Yes… I was raped as a child. By my own father. Repeatedly. The first time was when I was six. You see, my parents never had a good relationship. After I was born, my mother noticed that my father paid much more attention to me than her which didn't help. She would scream and throw things at him when she got angry-not that he was any better. Then on my sixth birthday, he lured me into his room, saying that he had a surprise for me. My mother was not home from work yet. And then..." Mika shut her eyes, her voice trailing off as if the memory was too heavy to bear. She didn't need to say more; the implications were painfully clear.

Upon hearing this horrifying revelation, Yuu felt as though the ground had been ripped from beneath him, a surge of disgust washing over him—not towards Mika, but her father.

"Why didn't you ever tell me this?" Yuu demanded, his voice harsher than he had intended.

"Would you want to tell anyone if you were in my situation?" Mika shot back, her eyes flashing with a mix of hurt and defiance.

Yuu fell silent, grappling with her words. Deep down, he knew she had a point, and guilt gnawed at him for posing such an insensitive question. Yet, disappointment lingered in his chest. Had she really believed he would turn away from her if he knew the truth?

"Didn't your mother do anything when she found out?" he pressed, desperate for answers.

Mika shook her head, sorrow etching her features. "No... in fact, she blamed me. Each time I cried out for her help, she did nothing. Her only response was disgust—at both me and my father."

"Mika…" Yuu began, gently cupping her shoulders. "I'm so sorry that happened to you. It wasn't your fault, and it doesn't change how I feel about you. Not one bit. Your parents are gone now, and they can't hurt you anymore. So please…"

Before Mika could respond, Yuu leaned in and kissed her again, this time with a fervor born of his determination to comfort her. He was resolute in showing her that her past did not define her worth. This time, Mika didn't pull away, which made Yuu's heart race—her willingness signaled that she craved this connection just as much as he did. With a gentle caress, he lifted the hem of her white nightgown, leaving her clad only in her panties, a sight that ignited a spark of intimacy between them.

Giving in to her desires, Mika quickly unbuttoned Yuu's shirt, her cheeks flushing as she pushed it off his shoulders. Her gaze swept across his bare, muscular chest and arms, and she couldn't help but admire the battle scars that adorned his skin. Unlike her own, Yuu's body bore the marks of strength and survival, and instead of finding them disfiguring, she cherished them as integral parts of who he was, as much as the dark hair that crowned his head. Before they fully realized what was happening, they hurriedly discarded the remnants of their clothing, casting aside fabric as if it were mere trash.

A playful smile flickered across Yuu's lips as he lifted Mika, his hands cradling her bare bottom. He gently coaxed her to spread her legs, settling her down onto his lap, right above his aching erection. A deep groan escaped him as he felt her warm, wet heat envelop him, igniting a fire within. Though a virgin, Yuu was determined not to let his inexperience hinder his efforts to bring pleasure to his beloved.

Mika gasped as Yuu lowered her onto him completely, his lips finding her neck with soft nibbles before moving to claim her mouth. His arms wrapped securely around her back as he guided her body in an exquisite rhythm that drove her to the brink of ecstasy. This was a stark contrast to her previous encounters with Ferid Bathory, where pleasure had always been overshadowed by coldness and brutality.

Ferid's touch had always been chilling, devoid of warmth; his kisses were harsh and bruising, never gentle or affectionate like Yuu's were now. Each time the silver-haired vampire lord claimed her, Mika had endured the experience, but she had never truly savored it as she did with Yuu's loving embrace.

Yuichiro groaned, feeling the sensation of Mika's bare breasts brushing against his chest, their connection igniting an insatiable hunger between them. He had fantasized about this moment since the first time she had tasted his blood—dreaming of holding her, kissing her, and making love to her. Though he struggled to articulate his feelings, he hoped that tonight would convey the profound depth of his love for her.

Despite being a strikingly handsome young man who attracted the attention of many—including Shinoa Hiragi and Mitsuba Sangu—Yuichiro had never desired anyone the way he longed for Mikaela Hyakuya. It mattered not to him whether she was human or vampire; to him, she was simply Mika.

"Yuu-chan…" Mika moaned, burying her face into the crook of his neck, her arms clinging tightly to him as she fought to suppress cries of pleasure, unwilling to disturb their companions while battling the urge to bite him once more.

As she arched her back and tilted her neck, tightening her muscles around him, she sought to coax him toward climax. When Yuu felt his release nearing, he flipped Mika onto her back, plunging into her with fervor until she could no longer contain her cries, surrendering to pleasure and forgetting the presence of anyone else around them. Their bodies intertwined in bliss as they finally reached their climaxes together, lost in the waves of ecstasy. Exhausted, Yuu collapsed atop Mika, struggling to catch his breath.

His mind swirled as he lay against her, the softness of her body beneath him grounding him. He felt her warm tongue trail along his neck, her fingers gliding up his back, sending delightful shivers through him as his senses still tingled. Slowly, he lifted his head to seek her lips once more, his fingertips tracing the delicate features of her face before tangling in her long, golden hair.

Though Mika's eyes might no longer be blue, to Yuichiro, every part of her radiated beauty. He had missed her profoundly, and with each kiss they shared, he felt the reciprocation in her touch. Her sweet smile, gentle caress, and intoxicating scent enveloped him in warmth. Yuu felt an unparalleled sense of joy, knowing he was the only one to whom Mika revealed this intimate side of herself.

I've missed you so much, Yuu-chan…" Mika whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "Not a single day has gone by since we parted that I haven't thought of you."

"I've missed you too, Mika. When I thought you were gone, all I wanted was to drown in vengeance and hatred. But now that I know you're alive and right here with me, I have a whole new reason to live," Yuu confessed, finally releasing her enough to settle against her side. He wrapped her in his arms again, creating a sweet, protective embrace.

Mika's long hair, which had been freed from its usual tight bun, cascaded around them like a golden silk blanket. It was ironic how the three feet of hair she had longed to cut off—held back only by her vampire regenerative abilities—now enveloped them in warmth. In that moment, she realized she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Exhausted from blood loss and their tender moments, Yuichiro quickly succumbed to sleep. But Mikaela, needing less rest as a vampire, chose to stay awake and watch him. Seeing his peaceful expression filled her with a sense of fulfillment that made all her suffering worth it. True, she had been angry with Krul for forcing her transformation into a vampire at first, but now she understood that if her dame had let her die, she would have never had the chance to see Yuichiro again—wouldn't have witnessed his smile, his laughter, or heard the sound of his voice.

Though becoming a vampire was the worst thing that ever happened to her—coming after being discarded by her own parents—it also granted her the opportunity to be with the one person who made life worth living again.

But for how long? a whisper in her mind questioned. In the midst of their passionate encounters and tender exchanges, Mikaela had pushed such thoughts aside.

Now, alone with her musings, Ferid's, Krul's, and Lacus's words began to resurface.

Does your precious Yuu-chan truly love you enough to share eternity with you? I'm sure he'd prefer death over becoming one of us! Ferid would taunt with that signature sneer.

He may look handsome now, but what about in another forty, fifty years? Can you really be happy watching him age while you remain forever youthful? Lacus had warned her, his voice echoing with concern after realizing her heart belonged to her adopted brother.

I love you like my own daughter, Mikaela. I understand your desire to save Yuichiro, but you must realize that with things as they are, your love for him will only bring heartache… Krul had said gently, just before sending her into battle, granting Mikaela permission to find Yuichiro.

Those words haunted her, and she fought against them, desperate for peace.

He will grow old… and he will die…

No, I'll find a way to become human again so I can grow old with him!

And what if you can't? What if he dies of old age before you find a cure? Do you truly believe he would willingly throw away his humanity just for you?

He loves me… I know he would.

At least, that was what Mika clung to as a fragile hope; she yearned for a way to reclaim her humanity, to avoid asking Yuu to embrace the very fate he loathed most—the transformation into a vampire, a curse she bore herself.

And even in a world free from conflict between their races, what kind of future could Mika envision with Yuu? The bitter truth loomed over her: not only had she ceased aging the moment his blood coursed through her veins, but as a vampire, her womb lay barren. The dream of bearing Yuichiro's children, of creating a family together, would forever remain out of reach. While vampires could use their blood to convert humans, they were denied the miracle of natural reproduction. Would he remain indifferent? Even if he claimed to feel that way now, her heart trembled at the thought that he might change his mind as the years passed.

No… I mustn't dwell on those fears. I must nurture hope for both our sakes. I truly believe we will discover a solution as long as our love endures…

These thoughts flickered through the blonde's mind like a delicate flame before she finally surrendered to slumber, cradled in the arms of the boy she cherished…