Shameless Temptation
Yuichiro Hyakuya gazed out of the bus window, her heart heavy as she watched the sun dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the landscape. Though Ferid's drug had successfully quelled her demon, preventing her from unleashing a destructive rampage, its after-effects left her feeling utterly depleted and weak. Beside her, Mikaela sensed her struggle and insisted on sitting next to her, his presence a comforting shield against the world.
For hours, Yuu found solace in leaning against her lover's chest, savoring the warmth of his strong arms encircling her. In his embrace, she felt an unshakeable sense of security, knowing that he would willingly sacrifice everything to protect her from harm.
Despite the uneasy alliance with their vampire escorts, Ferid Bathory and Crowely Eusford, the human squad and their blond vampire ally were not in any immediate peril. If the two progenitors had truly intended to eliminate them during their prolonged stay in the coastal village, they would likely have met their end by now—except for Yuu and Mika, whom Ferid and Crowely appeared to need for their own undisclosed purposes.
Nevertheless, Mikaela struggled to place his trust in his vampire kin—especially in the scheming Ferid. The only reason he had chosen to follow the cunning progenitor was due to the drug that suppressed Yuichiro's demon. He fully understood the precarious nature of their situation; Ferid was holding Yuu's humanity hostage, leveraging it to reclaim them both for their seraph gene, despite Mika himself not yet manifesting any powers akin to his lover's.
His ruminations were interrupted by the soft growl of a stomach. Recognizing it wasn't his own, a smile crept across the blond's face as he turned to Yuu.
"Are you hungry, Yuu-chan?"
The ravenette's cheeks flushed, embarrassment washing over her at the involuntary reminder of her body's needs. Evening was approaching, and she suddenly recalled that the only meal she had consumed since breakfast—Kimizuki's eggs, crispy bacon, and fluffy French toast—now felt like a distant memory.
"A little," she admitted shyly. "I think the others might be, too, since we skipped lunch."
Mika nodded in understanding, his voice gentle as he addressed the seventh progenitor.
"Hey, Ferid, Yuu-chan and the rest of her squad are hungry and exhausted. Is it possible for us to stop somewhere for food and a bit of rest? Just a reminder—humans need sustenance to survive."
Ferid rested his chin on his hand, feigning deep contemplation, fully aware that Mika and Shinoa's Squad would eventually voice their needs. He knew it could take another day or two to reach their destination.
"Of course, Mika dear!" he replied cheerfully, a playful glint in his eye. "I think I know just the perfect place!"
After giving his approval, Ferid turned and made his way to the front of the bus to converse with Crowley, who was behind the wheel. Though the squad couldn't discern the details of their discussion, they speculated that the two progenitors had reached an agreement about their accommodations for the night. Ferid had opted for a modest roadside inn that had been long abandoned since the apocalypse struck eight years prior.
Fortunately for the squad, Kimizuki and Yoichi managed to restore the electricity and water supply with Crowley's assistance. Meanwhile, Shinoa and Mitsuba rummaged through the inn's storage, discovering clean bed sheets and towels stashed away, remnants from a time when the inn was operational—now covered in dust from years of neglect.
Despite his disdain for Ferid, Mika had to concede that his ex-benefactor possessed a knack for foresight; he had packed canned goods before collecting the squad. Ferid likely anticipated that their journey could stretch over several days, and the chances of finding safe food in any resting place were slim—especially at the inn, where all the boxed and canned supplies had long since spoiled.
As the squad gathered in the inn's main lobby, they shared the meal Ferid had provided, while he and Crowley conducted a quick patrol of the grounds to ensure they weren't being followed or observed by any members of the human or vampire armies. It was hard to ignore Yuichiro, who was devouring her food with a fervor that suggested she hadn't eaten in days.
When the ravenette choked on a morsel from her canned soup, Shinoa—seated beside her—immediately began thumping Yuu's back with her fist until the offending piece dislodged from her throat.
"Take it easy, Yuu! There's plenty of food to go around!" she exclaimed, concern lacing her tone.
After a few more coughs, Yuu placed a hand on her chest in gratitude. "Thanks, Shinoa; I really needed that."
Though Yuu had initially found Shinoa unbearable, she now felt a wave of gratitude for her presence—especially in moments of foolishness like this one. Mika couldn't help but find the exchange between the two girls endearing. He, too, had once shared a dislike for Shinoa, but now he trusted her to look out for Yuu's best interests.
After all, Shinoa had defied her eldest brother and the anticipated head of the Hiragi family, Kureto, to protect not just Yuichiro, but also her entire squad, including Mikaela. She had even devised a plan for the squad to contribute their blood to sustain him, driven by concern for Yuu's health and the toll it took when she regularly lost blood.
"Does becoming a demon really make you this hungry, Yuu?" Kimizuki asked, curiosity evident in his voice.
The ravenette paused for a moment, considering her friend's question. "I'm not entirely sure; it does sap a lot of my energy. But maybe it's just that I haven't eaten since this morning that I'm so ravenous."
"Yuu, none of us have eaten since this morning, and we're not inhaling our food like you," Mitsuba remarked, rolling her eyes.
The blonde's careless comment drew an exasperated glare from Shinoa. Even if she hadn't meant any harm, Shinoa was determined to avoid provoking Yuu into a fit of anger that could lead to her transformation—no matter how unlikely such an mundane insult might seem in triggering that response.
Ever the peacemaker, Yoichi stepped in before Shinoa could fire back at Mitsuba's comment.
"Now, now, it's not Yuu's fault. She grew up in Sanguinem, where food was scarce, so it's understandable that she eats as if tomorrow isn't guaranteed. Right, Mika?"
As Yoichi turned toward Mika, he gave the blond a look that silently pleaded for confirmation, hoping to defuse any potential argument between Shinoa and Mitsuba. He knew that both Mika and Yuu had endured the hardships of living in the cold, oppressive underground city of vampires together.
Mikaela nodded. "That's true. When we were livestock, the vampires only provided enough food and medicine for survival—just the bare essentials. Yet it was seldom enough. Yuu-chan often fell ill because she refused to drink the nutrient-replenishing packs, claiming they tasted awful. I frequently had to scavenge for food for her and the other Hyakuya orphans. Even so, she always held back on eating, just so that the other kids could have more. I did the same. I'm certain that if any of our other siblings had survived, they'd be eating just like Yuu-chan."
"That makes sense," Narumi agreed, brow furrowed with concern. "But I'm uneasy about following those two vampires. Do any of you really believe we can trust them?"
A heavy silence enveloped the group, even Yuichiro. No one wanted to tackle that question, so Mika, who had served under Ferid and fought alongside Crowley for four long years, felt compelled to speak up.
"Crowley claims he has no agenda. It's only Ferid who has goals. Since we don't know what he's truly after, trust is out of the question. Crowley merely obeys Ferid's commands, which means he could either assist us or betray us based on Ferid's whims. He doesn't care either way," the blond explained, his voice grim.
"I knew it was a mistake to agree to follow them from the start," Narumi grumbled, fists clenched in frustration. "If we all agree the vampires are untrustworthy, maybe we should take advantage of their absence and escape while we still can."
"Escape to where?" Mitsuba shot back. "We're stranded in the middle of nowhere, and the only way out we have is the bus we rode in on. I highly doubt we could just snatch it from under their noses."
"Let's not forget the Demon Army is still hunting us. I wouldn't be surprised if they're sending out troops to track us down—or at least Yuichiro. The Hiragis are a power-hungry lot and won't be satisfied with just my sister," Kimizuki added bitterly, turning his gaze to his squad leader.
"No offense, Shinoa," he quickly apologized, wary of offending her.
Shinoa smiled, dismissing his concern with a casual wave of her hand. "None taken, Kimizuki; I actually concur with all of you. I may not know Ferid as well as Mika does, but anyone with eyes can see he's not trustworthy. The issue is that Guren, my sister, the Hiragis, and the rest of the Demon Army are just as deceitful. The only exception might be Shinya, but I haven't heard from him since we left Nagoya. I can only assume he's still alive, but if he is, he's probably imprisoned and can't help us."
"We also need Ferid's drug to help Yuu," Yoichi reminded them, his voice steady. "That is why we agreed to join him in the first place, remember? Ferid may be as untrustworthy as everyone claims, but unfortunately, he's our only hope right now."
The room fell into a contemplative silence. As much as they resented the truth of Yoichi's words, they couldn't deny that he had a point. The boy with the olive-green eyes, despite his shyness, possessed an undeniable wisdom. As the squad continued their dinner, Yoichi turned his attention to Yuichiro, understanding this situation weighed heavily on her.
"You've been unusually quiet, Yuichiro. What's on your mind?"
Yuu jumped slightly at the unexpected inquiry. "I—I'm not sure what you mean! I guess I'm just still in shock."
"Is it about what Ferid said regarding Guren?" Mika interjected, his tone laced with concern. "Honestly, it's a lot to absorb; learning that the person who raised you is responsible for over six billion deaths isn't something anyone can take lightly."
Yuu nodded, her expression somber. "But how can we ever be sure Ferid is telling the truth? He's as untrustworthy as you all say."
Mika sighed heavily. "I know Ferid isn't reliable, but even he can speak the truth when it serves his interests. There's nothing more unnatural, or wrong, than resurrecting the dead. Throughout history, every culture has deemed this the ultimate taboo."
Kimizuki scratched his head in confusion. "So let me get this straight: some dead humans are brought back, and that prompts punishment from heaven, leading to the angel of destruction wiping out the world? My sister sprouted wings like an angel, but they looked chained. And those monsters… what were they?"
"I wonder if that's what the Seraph of the End truly represents," Yuu mused, her brow furrowing. "Could it symbolize humanity's desperate attempts to manipulate the angels God sent to punish us for our arrogance?"
Shinoa shook her head, a hint of skepticism in her eyes. "It's possible, but we can't know for sure. As squad leader, I believe our best course is to follow Ferid and Crowley—for now. Not only does he hold the key to Yuu's medicine, but we might also extract valuable information from him."
"You might be right," Mika agreed, though caution tinged his voice. "But don't underestimate the likelihood of betrayal once we're no longer useful to him; we need to be ready for that moment."
"I believe it," Narumi chimed in. "That's why we should strategize and prepare to betray him first."
"I agree, but I wouldn't recommend that just yet. Not with our current capabilities," Mika warned, his gaze sharp.
Surprising everyone, Yuu interjected, "I think I could take him out if I let my demon take over. He claims we only need three seconds…"
"Don't even entertain that idea, Yuichiro," Shinoa cautioned, her expression grave. "Your demon is even more unpredictable."
Yuu's brow furrowed in concern. Her squad leader reserved that tone for moments when she was dead serious, and in this situation, Shinoa wasn't about to relent. Despite Yuichiro's playful antics and Shinoa's tendency to indulge her, this was one matter she would not budge on.
Glancing at the clock on the wall, Shinoa noted it was nearly nine o'clock.
"Listen up, everyone. It's getting late, and we won't accomplish anything tonight. It's best if we all turn in. We can devise a strategy to deal with Ferid tomorrow."
As much as Yuichiro wanted to protest, she recognized the truth in Shinoa's words. Even though she had dozed through most of the bus ride, the lingering effects of Ferid's drug still weighed heavily on her. It seemed wiser to rest and hope the medicine would fade by morning.
"You're right," Yuu admitted. "I still feel a bit drained, and I could really use a hot shower. Mika, would you mind staying close in case my demon starts to stir?"
"Of course, Yuu-chan," Mika replied softly, his tone reassuring.
Even if Yuu hadn't requested it, he would have offered his presence anyway. Given her current state, Yuichiro shouldn't be left alone, especially with Ferid lurking about. Rising from his seat on the sofa, Mika extended his hand, which Yuu took gratefully. Once they were both on their feet, the blond addressed the rest of their squad.
"We'll be heading to our room now. Goodnight, everyone."
The squad attempted to suppress their smiles but failed miserably, leaving the couple slightly flustered. Nevertheless, all they managed to say in return was, "Goodnight."
"Mika, aren't you tired?" Yuu asked innocently, her gaze drifting toward the window where her lover stood, seemingly lost in thought as he stared into the night.
Out of his vampire guard uniform and dressed in casual pants and a button-up shirt, Mika appeared almost human. With his pointed ears and fangs concealed, the blond's purple eyes with cat-like pupils were the only telltale sign of his vampiric nature. As much as she loathed vampires, Yuu had to admit she found Mika extraordinarily handsome in his uniform; yet, it was undeniably refreshing to see him in everyday clothing whenever he could manage it.
A soft smile graced Mika's lips as he finally turned from the window, his gaze meeting that of Yuu, who lay comfortably in bed, also out of uniform, clad in a flowing white nightgown. Yuichiro's sword rested on the dresser, but Mikaela preferred to keep his own weapon close by; it provided him with a sense of security. Typically, Yuu felt the same way, but with Mika present, she could afford to relax her guard, if only a little.
"I'm fine," he replied, his voice calm. "As a vampire, I don't require as much sleep as you do."
"I know, but I'd sleep better if you were next to me..." Yuu said, adopting an adorable pout that she knew would be irresistible to him.
Mika couldn't help but smile as he approached her, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. "I will," he promised. "I just want to ensure that this place is secure for us."
With a contented smile, the ravenette closed her eyes. It seemed Ferid's medicine still coursed through her system, leaving her drowsy, and she quickly drifted off to sleep after hearing Mika's reassuring words. From the looks of it, the drug had rendered her slumber deep and peaceful, reinforcing Mika's resolve to stay close by to protect her. The abandoned inn offered their squad the luxury of choosing any room they desired for the night, and naturally, they selected the largest and most opulent suite available.
The room Yuu and Mika shared was expansive, featuring a king-sized bed and a bathroom stocked with usable toiletries, which allowed them to wash away the grime accumulated from their arduous journey. Mika couldn't resist smiling as he gazed at the serene face of his beloved.
Originally Yuichiro Amane, born to a young Japanese couple fresh out of high school, she had been cross-named at birth, her parents yearning for a son and raising her as such for the first eight years of her life. As a result, Yuu had grown so accustomed to living as a boy that she maintained the facade even after her parents' passing.
It was only when Yuu was examined by a vampire doctor after the Hyakuya children were taken to Sanguinem that Mika discovered his handsome orphanage brother was, in fact, a beautiful sister. Watching her slumber so peacefully, one could easily mistake Yuichiro for a sleeping angel.
As his gaze traveled down from her delicate face to her neck, Mika's expression darkened at the sight of the faint scar on Yuu's throat, a remnant of the sword wielded by the very man who had once attempted to abduct her in Nagoya. Had Mika not intervened, Guren might have succeeded in taking Yuu as his hostage. Even if the man were possessed by a demon, as Shinoa claimed, Mika believed the harm inflicted on Yuu was inexcusable; he yearned to run Guren Ichinose through with his sword, ending the man's life.
But had he done that, Yuu would be devastated. Despite everything they had endured, she still cared for her guardian, and Mika couldn't fault her for it. He grappled with similar emotions regarding his own vampire mother, Krul Tepes. Like Guren, Krul had saved him for her own purposes, transforming him into a vampire against his will so that he might serve her. In truth, it wasn't all that different from Guren's actions toward Yuichiro, secretly experimenting on her for four long years to force her hidden seraph powers to the surface.
Yet, at least Krul had been forthright with Mika about her intentions from the outset. Guren, in stark contrast, had woven a web of deception around Yuu since the moment he took her under his wing. Despite his loathing for the man, Mika recognized the futility of such thoughts. Just as he was about to retreat to his own rest, a gentle knock on the door broke the stillness of the night.
Realizing that the rest of Shinoa's Squad must be soundly asleep by now, the blond quickly grasped his sword, preparing for whatever awaited him. Peering through the peephole, he caught sight of the last person he wished to see, a wave of temptation washing over him to simply ignore the visitor until they departed.
Unfortunately, Ferid was all too familiar with Mika's habits. He knew that the young vampire would still be awake, possibly on guard for his raven-haired lover. Mika was also acutely aware that he couldn't afford to offend Ferid if he wanted to secure the drug Yuu needed to manage her demon.
With a reluctant sigh, Mika cracked the door open slightly. "Yes? What is it you want, Ferid? Yuu-chan is asleep right now, so if it can wait, please do."
Feigning shock, even though he was accustomed to Mika's brusqueness, the seventh progenitor replied, "Oh, Mika dear! How hurtful! I've come to present you with a gift and perhaps check in on you and your princess. It won't take long—what do you say?"
Mika scowled, yet he knew Ferid wouldn't leave until he acquiesced to this so-called 'request.' He stepped aside, allowing the noble entry.
Closing the door behind them, he grumbled, "Please make this quick."
Despite a flicker of curiosity about what his former benefactor had brought, Mika was determined to keep the visit brief—especially with Yuu nestled asleep, vulnerable on the bed.
As if plucking the thoughts from Mika's mind, Ferid smiled. "Relax, Mika dear. If my goal were to harm you and your precious Yuu-chan, you would both be dead already. Now, allow me to present you with this..."
Mika watched intently as his ex-benefactor dug into his pocket, producing a vial of blood. The sight left him puzzled.
"Whose blood is that? Yours? Well, thanks, but I don't really need it."
"I can see that," Ferid chirped, noting the new hue of Mika's eyes. "Your purple eyes look rather enchanting. Whose blood finally made it happen?"
"Never mind that..."
"Ah, I see. To address your question, no, this isn't my blood. But I'm sure you'll recognize it. Go on, take a whiff."
Though reluctance clutched at him, Mika's curiosity won out. He took the vial from Ferid, carefully unscrewing the lid. The scent struck him instantly.
"Queen Krul..." he murmured, snapping the lid shut and tucking the vial into his shirt pocket.
The moment he inhaled the aroma of his dame's blood, the truth behind Ferid's gift clicked into place.
As if reading Mika's thoughts, the noble beamed. "Exactly. Your 'mother' still lives. This serves as proof. The blood is fresh, harvested only recently."
"What have you done with Krul? Where is she?" Mika pressed, urgency sharpening his voice.
"You will discover that in due time. For now, aren't you pleased to learn she's alive?"
"How did you acquire this? I can't imagine she sat there passively while you took her blood."
"Actually, our lovely queen willingly offered it to me. She wanted you to have it, even if it's rendered useless now that you have your precious Yuu-chan. So tell me, was it her blood that sealed your fate? Did you make love to her?"
Mika's expression twisted in disgust and embarrassment at the vampire lord's intrusive question, fury igniting in his eyes, and the urge to strike Ferid surged within him, yet he knew such an action would be futile.
Clenching his teeth and fists, he snarled, "I really don't think that's any of your business!"
Even though the vampire lord didn't articulate it directly, it didn't take long for Mika to realize that Ferid was holding both Queen Krul as well as Yuichiro's humanity hostage to manipulate them into compliance. His vampire mother served as an additional safeguard, a contingency in case Mika and the rest of Shinoa's Squad contemplated abandoning their mission in search of an alternative way to suppress Yuichiro's demon.
"Oh, my apologies! I didn't realize that was such a touchy subject for you!" Ferid said, his tone dripping with mockery.
As the noble glided past him toward Yuu's bedside, Mika felt a surge of alarm and instinctively seized him by the wrist.
"Where do you think you're going?" he demanded, his voice laced with intensity.
"I merely wanted to check on your princess and see how she is faring. After that, I'll take my leave, I promise," the noble replied, feigning innocence.
Though Mika loathed the idea of Ferid being anywhere near his beloved, he reluctantly conceded that if it would get the bastard to depart more quickly, he would allow it. Reminding himself that it would not be in Ferid's best interest to harm Yuichiro, Mikaela released his grip but shadowed the noble until they both stood by the ravenette's bedside, gazing down at her serene, sleeping face.
"What a lovely girl she is..." Ferid murmured, admiration lacing his words. "It's clear why you're so captivated by her. But I must caution you, Mika, my drug can only sustain her for so long. And even if she could live a normal life as a human with you, how long do you think your happiness will endure?"
Mika fell silent, biting his lip as he cast his gaze downward. He understood precisely what Ferid was implying. Krul herself had posed a similar question before he left Sanguinem in search of Yuu.
Sensing the turmoil swirling in Mika's thoughts, the noble leaned closer, a sly smile playing on his lips as he whispered into the blond's ear.
"It doesn't have to be that way, dear Mika. All you need to do is ask, and I can grant her to you! Just consider it—a single drop of my blood, and your angel can remain eternally young and beautiful, just as she is now."
Mika's eyes widened in horror, a chill snaking down his spine as the implications of Ferid's words settled in. He knew all too well what the noble was suggesting, and the mere thought of transforming Yuu into a vampire, condemning her to an eternal cursed existence, was utterly repugnant to him.
Mika shook his head sharply. "Don't even entertain the idea, Ferid..." he growled, his voice low and warning.
The noble chuckled softly, mindful to keep his tone hushed so as not to disturb the sleeping girl before them.
"But I suspect you have, as has she. Have you ever tried to turn a human, Mika? It's not as simple as it appears. Timing and precision are paramount. Otherwise…" His voice took on a teasing lilt, "You end up with a mindless, bloodthirsty monster on your hands. And that's if..."
Though Ferid didn't elaborate, Mikaela grasped the implication all too well. They both understood that he had no experience in the delicate art of turning a human, and even the slightest miscalculation on his part could easily lead to Yuichiro's death. Even the oldest and most powerful progenitors had stumbled in their attempts, yet his former benefactor stood a far better chance than Mika would.
Ferid's words lingered in the air, a subtle echo of the dangers and uncertainties that accompanied the transformation from human to vampire. Mika's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with the disturbing ramifications of Ferid's insinuation. He was resolute in his conviction—he would never consider turning Yuu into a vampire, regardless of the depth of his love for her. The notion of condemning her to an immortal existence, to strip away her precious humanity, was simply intolerable.
"I said no, Ferid," Mika repeated, his voice steady and unwavering. "I will never contemplate turning Yuu-chan into a vampire. She deserves to live a normal life, free from the curse of vampirism."
Ferid's laughter danced through the air, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ah, Mika, you're so predictable. I anticipated this reaction. But let me pose a question, dear boy: what do you envision will happen to you when she grows old and passes away? Can you truly bear the thought of living without her?"
Mika's expression twisted in anguish; his heart felt heavy under the weight of Ferid's probing words. He understood that living without Yuu would be painful, yet he also recognized that he could not condemn her to an eternal night.
"I will find a way to cope," Mika murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "But I will never rob her of her humanity. She deserves to experience life fully, no matter how fleeting that may be."
Ferid's smile widened, a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Ah, Mika, your nobility is charming. But such ideals are a luxury for the weak. In the vampiric world, survival often demands acts of desperation. If that means turning the one you cherish, then so be it."
Mika's eyes burned with indignation, yet he maintained his composure. He recognized Ferid's intent to provoke, to elicit a reaction from him. But he refused to succumb to the emotional trap, standing firm in his convictions.
"I am not weak, Ferid," Mika replied, his voice icy and detached. "And I will never sacrifice Yuu-chan's humanity for my own selfish desires. She means more to me than anything else in this world, and I will do whatever it takes to protect her."
Though he kept silent, Mika couldn't shake the deeper reason for his refusal. He understood better than anyone that Ferid's gifts always came at a steep price. The thought of what his former benefactor would demand in return for his twisted offer sent a shiver down Mika's spine.
Ferid chuckled, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Ah, yes, that sounds just like you. Knowing your heart, I can imagine you'd still cherish your beloved Yuu-chan even when she is old and gray. But will she feel the same? She won't remain a young maid forever, Mika, dear. Sooner or later, Yuichiro will blossom into a woman. And when that day arrives, she won't long for an ageless teenage boy like yourself, but for a man." He paused, savoring the moment before uttering the name of the one person he knew would ignite Mika's fury.
"A man like Guren Ichinose."
Mika's expression twisted in a volatile mix of anger and revulsion at the mention of Guren. He was stunned that Ferid would stoop so low as to bring up his rival. The blond's eyes blazed with fierce intensity, and for a heartbeat, he forgot to keep his temper in check.
"Don't you dare utter his name in my presence," Mika growled, the low menace in his voice barely contained. "Guren has nothing to do with this."
Ferid merely shrugged, his demeanor casual. "Oh, come now, Mika. You know as well as I do that Guren Ichinose is a formidable foe. He's strong, clever, and magnetic. He also possesses a certain... charm that captivates those around him. Yuu-chan, in particular, seems to have a soft spot for him."
Mika's face darkened, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "That's not true," he spat. "Yuu-chan loves me, not him."
Ferid masked his true feelings behind a facade of indifference, his demeanor unruffled. "Perhaps. But love is a fickle beast, wouldn't you agree? Especially in a world as treacherous as ours. Emotions can ebb, allegiances can splinter. When faced with the specter of danger, decisions often teeter on the edge of fear. Yuichiro may have chosen you over Guren for the moment, but what will transpire when the shadows encroach and the stakes soar? Will she remain by your side, or will she be drawn to power, safety, and a future you cannot provide but he can?"
Mika's heart thudded painfully in his chest, each beat echoing the weight of Ferid's words that pressed heavily upon him. He struggled to shake off the unease creeping into his thoughts, bitter memories of the uncertainty that had loomed over them since their escape from Nagoya. The ever-present threat of betrayal and the specter of loss hung like a thick fog, casting a shadow over their every moment.
"I will protect her," Mika declared, his voice steadier than he truly felt, a steel resolve masking the turmoil within. "No matter what happens. I won't let anyone—least of all Guren—take her away from me."
Ferid's amused chuckle resonated in the room, but beneath it lay a sharper edge. "Ah, sweet Mika, how noble you are. But do you truly believe you can shield her from everything? The moment she steps out of this sanctuary, she risks it all. The Demon Army is unyielding, and Guren will stop at nothing to reclaim what he believes is rightfully his. As long as Guren Ichinose breathes, Yuichiro will never truly be yours. No matter how deeply she, or you, desire it. You have no inkling of the hold Guren has over her or the influence he wields. It's merely a matter of time before he exploits those advantages. And I'm not merely speaking of his strength as a warrior, or his impressive skills in battle, nor even his striking good looks."
Mika felt his blood simmer at the insinuation, yet he needed clarity. "What are you playing at?"
Ferid leaned in closer, a sly smile curving his lips. "Oh, dear Mika, are you genuinely unaware? You do know of your beloved Yuu-chan's passion for music, don't you?"
Mika's frown deepened, his stomach twisting at the vague threat woven into Ferid's words.
"What are you suggesting? Yuu-chan adores singing, and I am well aware of that. But what significance does it hold?"
Ferid's smile expanded, revealing a predatory glint in his ruby eyes. "Consider this carefully, dear boy. Guren Ichinose is a man of many gifts, and his allure stretches far beyond mere combat. Surely, you are familiar with the classical musical, 'The Phantom of the Opera,' yes?"
Mika's heart dropped as he grasped Ferid's insinuation. "What are you implying?" he pressed, wariness lacing his voice.
"Oh, come now! Surely you can see the parallels," Ferid purred, his tone dripping with delight. "Guren is a master manipulator, a bard of sorts, weaving enchanting melodies that ensnare hearts and bend wills. What do you suppose he might do if he chose to serenade our dear Yuichiro? With a voice capable of captivating even the most hardened of spirits?"
Mika's heart raced, a torrent anxiety surging through him. "The Phantom's power to enrapture people with his singing voice is mere folklore, Ferid. It doesn't exist. No human possesses such a gift."
Ferid shrugged, his expression almost playful. "But it is no myth. That power is real. How else do you think Guren has maintained his hold over your precious Yuu-chan all these years? Believe it or not, I've actually heard him sing. His voice is utterly mesmerizing, akin to the Phantom's—perhaps even more so. All he has to do to secure Yuu's compliance when she hesitates to obey him is to simply sing to her."
Mika felt a tempest of fury and helplessness engulf him. The thought of Guren wielding his voice like a weapon, ensnaring Yuu's mind and heart with the sheer seduction of song, was infuriating.
"You're lying," he spat, though the seeds of doubt began to take root in the fertile soil of his mind. "Yuu-chan would never fall for such deceit. She's stronger than that."
"Am I?" Ferid countered, mischief dancing in his eyes. "You should know by now, dear Mika, that reality can often be far more sinister than fiction. Guren is no mere petty rival; he is a formidable adversary, a master at playing on emotions, twisting affections, and ensnaring hearts. He is more than capable of captivating Yuu with his voice, especially when she's at her most vulnerable. He views Yuu as his own Christine Daaé, and he will stop at nothing to reclaim her. Trust me, Guren is a far more dangerous foe than the fictional phantom. You'll find it far more challenging than Raoul did to win back his beloved Christine."
Mika's heart thundered in his chest, his fists clenched with a potent mix of disbelief and rage. The thought of Guren manipulating something as pure and beautiful as music to orchestrate Yuu's emotions was repulsive.
"You really believe that singing a few songs could sway her? You underestimate her strength, Ferid. Yuu-chan is not so easily led," he snapped, desperately trying to anchor himself against the storm of emotions threatening to engulf him.
Ferid merely chuckled, the amusement in his eyes sharpening into something far more predatory.
"Oh, but that's where you're mistaken, Mika. It's not about her strength; it's about the resonance of the heart. In times of turmoil, people often seek solace in what they know best. And for Yuu, that's the captivating allure of music. Guren knows this, and he's no fool. He could wield that knowledge to paint an intricate tapestry in her heart, evoking moments that forge deeper connections than mere words ever could."
A surge of frustration ignited within Mika, an overwhelming impulse to retaliate against the condescending arrogance of the noble standing before him.
"You truly believe you can manipulate me with your insidious words and sly insinuations? Yuu-chan and I share a bond that is real—something profound, far deeper than any fleeting enchantment Guren could conjure with a mere song. Our connection is forged in the fires of struggle and understanding, not crafted from the ephemeral emotions a melody might evoke."
Ferid's smile wavered, though his eyes glimmered with mirth. "Ah, sweet Mika, how beautifully naïve you are. Love is a labyrinth, and the heart, ever capricious. You may be convinced of the strength of your connection, but emotions are as unpredictable as the wind, especially when faced with temptation. Guren's talent as a singer grants him a significant advantage—an uncanny ability to reach into the depths of feelings you might not even recognize. Never underestimate the seductive power of music."
Mika felt a wave of frustration crash over him. "Why are you telling me this? Is it merely to rattle me? To distract me from what I must accomplish?"
Ferid leaned back, his demeanor shifting to one of casual amusement. "Oh, dear boy, it's not solely about distracting you. It's about illuminating your path. I want you to grasp the reality of the world we inhabit. You are entangled in a larger game, one with high stakes, where the rules can shift in an instant. To assume you can protect Yuu simply by wishing she'll remain faithful is a fool's errand. You need to prepare for the challenges ahead. Guren is a formidable player, one who knows how to manipulate the hearts of those around him. If you wish to keep Yuu at your side, you must be ready to confront him directly."
Mika clenched his fists, determination surging through him. "I will face him. I refuse to allow Guren to take Yuu-chan away from me. I will do whatever it takes to guard her."
Ferid raised an eyebrow, the amusement in his gaze morphing into something more serious.
"You assert that now, but what will you do when confronted with the weight of reality? When Guren reveals his true intentions, will your love be sufficient to shield Yuu from the darkness he brings?"
Mika swallowed hard, the burden of Ferid's words pressing down on him. He had fought fiercely to keep Yuu safe, but the specter of uncertainty loomed large.
"I believe in our love. I must."
Ferid smiled, a knowing glint igniting in his eyes. "Belief is a potent force, yet it can also be a vulnerability. Remember, emotions can be twisted, manipulated like the strings of a puppet. If Guren chooses to tug on the right strings, who can say how long your conviction will endure?"
Mika felt an explosive mix of anger and despair surging at the implications of Ferid's words.
"You're attempting to undermine my faith in Yuu-chan and in our bond. But I know what we share is real, unbreakable. I refuse to let you or anyone else taint that."
Ferid's laughter reverberated through the room, mocking yet light. "Ah, Mika, your determination is admirable, but it's insufficient to protect you from the tempest that is Guren Ichinose and the power and influence he wields. When the storm strikes, will your love endure the winds of change?"
Mika's heart raced, but he refused to show any signs of weakness. "We will face whatever comes together. Yuu-chan and I are more resilient than you realize, and I refuse to let Guren's manipulations sever us."
The seventh progenitor raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting to one of bemusement.
"Stronger? Is that what you genuinely believe? Strength without strategy is a fool's game, Mika. Remember, the heart is malleable, and even the fiercest loyalty can be put to the test. Guren is not merely a rival; he is a storm, a relentless force of nature determined to reclaim what he desires. He believes Yuichiro belongs to him just as fervently as you do. And as long as he breathes, he will relentlessly pursue her. It's only a matter of time before he discovers and exploits her vulnerabilities."
Mika's jaw tightened, a volatile mix of anger and fear coursing through him. "I won't allow him to manipulate her. I will protect Yuu from anyone who dares to take her away."
Ferid regarded Mika with an unsettling blend of admiration and pity. "Your determination is commendable, but don't fool yourself into underestimating Guren's capabilities. In this unforgiving world, power shapes survival, and Guren holds the advantage in ways you cannot even begin to comprehend. He understands the game, and he plays it to perfection. If he sets his sights on ensnaring Yuu, he will find a way. All your love and resolve may not be sufficient to save her."
A flicker of doubt gnawed at Mika's mind, but he resolutely shook it off. "Love is not a weakness. Yuu-chan trusts me, and I trust her. Together, we can confront anything, even Guren."
Ferid's laughter came lightly, though it echoed with an undercurrent of foreboding. "You cling to that belief, but trust is a fragile thing. The smallest crack can widen into a chasm. You assume Yuu will remain steadfast in her love for you, but people often shift when confronted with hardship and temptation. Guren is not merely a man; he is a weapon, wielding emotions like lethal blades. He knows how to exploit vulnerabilities, how to unveil desires and fears, and he won't hesitate to use his charm to sway Yuu's heart to his side."
Mika's stomach churned at the thought, but he shook his head defiantly. "I won't allow Guren to manipulate her. I refuse to let him invade her mind."
"But can you be by her side every minute? Can you stop him from planting seeds of doubt? Can you be certain that when the pressure mounts, she won't start questioning her choices? You have no idea of the burdens she carries, nor of what Guren could offer her. This is a perilous game you're playing, and the stakes couldn't be higher."
Mika felt his heart race, but this time it wasn't from anger or frustration; it was fear. Fear that Ferid was right—that despite the love he and Yuu shared, their world was rife with dangers, and Guren loomed as the most formidable threat.
Ferid chuckled softly. "Like I said, it doesn't have to be this way. If Yuu becomes a vampire, she would not only become immune to Guren's supernatural allure but remain eternally young and beautiful, untouched by the passage of time. And best of all, she could be with you long after Guren has faded into oblivion..."
Mika recoiled at Ferid's words, feeling a tumult of anger and despair. The temptation he dangled was insidious, a whisper of dark promise that hung in the air like an unshakeable ghost.
"You can't be serious, Ferid! Turning Yuu-chan into a vampire isn't a solution; it's a curse. She deserves a life bathed in sunlight, not one shrouded in the shadows of eternity."
Ferid's eyes glittered with amusement at Mika's outrage, as if he thrived on the tumult brewing within him.
"Oh, but isn't it a tantalizing proposition? Picture this: a life where she never ages, where you and she can savor eternity together, unburdened by the relentless march of time. You would have endless moments to protect her, to treasure her, free from the haunting specters of loss and heartache. What is a mere human lifespan weighed against an endless existence spent in blissful companionship?"
Mika's heart hammered violently in his chest, yet he forced himself to stand firm. "You think you can twist me with such deceit? I won't allow you to distort my love for Yuu-chan into something grotesque. Love is not possession; it is about choice. It's about embracing a life rich with human experiences—joy, sorrow, love—everything that shapes who we are. Transforming her into a vampire would rob her of that."
Ferid's smile dimmed, replaced by a flicker of irritation. "Ah, but you are ignoring the stark reality of your circumstances, dear Mika. The world is an unforgiving place, rife with dangers that threaten her existence. By choosing to keep her human, you might be dooming her to a life filled with suffering and loss. Guren isn't the only menace; every moment in this world poses its own peril, inching her closer to danger."
Mika felt a wave of desperation crash over him. "You don't get it! Yuu-chan has battled fiercely to reclaim her life, to carve out her place in this world. Turning her into a vampire would obliterate that! It would strip her of her essence, the very core of who she is. I refuse to be the one who condemns her to an eternity in darkness."
Ferid shrugged, his demeanor relaxed, yet the tension crackling between them was palpable. "And yet, the darkness is already encroaching. You may cling to your ideals, but you must accept the truth. Choices in this world are often dictated by harsh circumstances and desperate necessity. Guren's influence, along with the threats he poses, may compel you to reassess what it really means to safeguard Yuu. It might demand sacrifices you are not prepared to embrace."
Mika clenched his fists, frustration coursing through him like electricity, the weight of Ferid's words pressing down heavily on his heart. The thought of losing Yuu, of Guren using his charm and influence to lure her away, ignited a dread within him that threatened to spiral out of control.
"I will not betray her trust," he stated, his voice trembling yet steady with determination. "I will fight for her no matter what."
Ferid's expression shifted, seriousness eclipsing his earlier lightheartedness. "You misunderstand, dear boy. This is not merely a matter of you and her. It's about survival. In this world, choices carry weighty consequences, and you must be equipped to confront those consequences head-on. The instant you let your guard down, the moment you hesitate, is precisely when Guren will strike. You cannot afford the luxury of naivety."
Mika's heart raced, anxiety gnawing at his resolve. "I will never succumb to fear. Yuu-chan deserves to choose her own path, free from manipulation. I won't let Guren—or you—dictate her fate. That is her decision and hers alone."
Ferid's demeanor darkened, his eyes narrowing with a calculating glint. "Very well, Mika. But do keep your senses alert. The game is far from concluded, and the pieces on the board are ever-shifting. Just know that the longer you deny the truth, the more exposed you become. Guren isn't the only shadow you need to fear."
With that, Ferid spun on his heel, gliding towards the door with a casual elegance that belied the tension in the air.
"Remember, I'm always watching, dear Mika. The moment you falter, the moment you slip, I will be there to remind you of the reality you refuse to acknowledge. I wish you luck in your endeavors. You will need it."
"Get out," Mika hissed, his voice low and laced with menace. "Leave us alone."
Ferid chuckled, the sound cold and devoid of genuine amusement. "Very well, Mika. I shall take my leave. But bear in mind, my offer still stands. If you ever reconsider, you know precisely where to find me."
With that, Ferid turned sharply and exited the room, leaving Mika alone with a tempest of thoughts. The blond vampire watched him go, his eyes narrowing in simmering anger and frustration. He understood that Ferid was attempting to manipulate him, a puppet master pulling at the strings of his resolve. But Mikaela was steadfast; he would never allow Yuichiro to fall into the clutches of vampirism, no matter the cost.
Mika's expression twisted in anguish as doubt gnawed at him. Was Ferid truly right? Could he genuinely shield Yuu from the lurking dangers that haunted them both? He forcefully pushed the thought aside, vowing not to let Ferid's insidious words take root in his mind. He knew he would go to any lengths to protect Yuu, come what may.
With a renewed sense of determination surging through him, Mika strode over to the window, gazing into the enveloping night. He was acutely aware that Ferid was out there, lurking like a predator, waiting for his moment. But Mika was resolute—he wouldn't allow the noble's venomous predictions to bear fruit. He would never let Yuu slip away from him, nor into anyone else's grasp.
As he stood lost in contemplation, Mika's gaze scoured the darkness beyond, scanning for any sign of Ferid or his treacherous cohorts. The night was deceptively calm, punctuated only by the distant chorus of crickets and the solemn hoot of an owl.
Mika's focus wavered as he lingered in the shadows, his mind racing with the meaning behind Ferid's troubling words. He recognized the noble's ploy to sow doubt in his heart—an attempt to unravel his steadfast bond with Yuu. But Mika steeled himself, refusing to succumb to his swirling emotions, even as the urge to confront Ferid bubbled beneath the surface.
Just then, a knock on the door jolted him from his reverie. Mika's head whipped toward the sound, a flicker of apprehension surging through him. Had Ferid returned? He hesitated, weighing his options, before steeling himself to approach the door. With a cautious hand, he cracked it open, peering through the gap to see who stood on the other side.
To his surprise, it was Crowley—Ferid's loyal servant and shadowy accomplice. The tall, imposing figure loomed in the doorway, his piercing gaze fixed intently upon Mika.
"What do you want, Crowley?"
"I've come to ensure everything is… satisfactory," Crowley replied, his voice low and gravelly, resonating with an unsettling calmness. "Ferid was concerned you might be… upset after your little chat."
Mika narrowed his eyes, his expression darkening into a scowl. "I'm fine," he growled, each syllable laced with defiance. "And I don't need Ferid's concern. Or yours, for that matter."
Crowley's face remained impassive, yet a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes, as if he found Mika's bravado entertaining.
"As you say, Mika. But I must remind you, Ferid's offer is still on the table. It would be… wise to consider it, for Yuu's sake if not your own."
At the mere mention of Ferid's offer, Mika felt his anger surge, but he fought to keep his emotions in check.
"I've already given Ferid my answer," he said coldly, each word deliberate. "And it won't change, no matter how many times he asks."
Crowley nodded, his expression unreadable. "I expected as much. But I must warn you, Mika, Ferid is not someone to be trifled with. He will not take 'no' for an answer, especially when it comes to something he desires. And he wants Yuichiro just as much as Guren Ichinose."
Mika's eyes burned with indignation, yet he maintained his composure, aware that Crowley was merely trying to intimidate him.
"I'm not afraid of Ferid," he stated, his voice steady and resolute. "I'll never let him have Yuu-chan. She's mine, and I'll do whatever it takes to protect her."
Crowley's expression remained inscrutable, though a trace of surprise flickered in his gaze.
"You're a brave one, Mikaela Hyakuya," he admitted, a hint of respect creeping in. "I'll grant you that. But bravery alone won't shield you from Ferid's wrath. You need to exercise cunning as well."
Mika's eyes narrowed, his thoughts racing with the implications of Crowley's warning. He understood that the tall, imposing figure was trying to alert him, but he also recognized Crowley's loyalty to Ferid, which rendered any advice suspect.
"I'll keep that in mind," Mika replied, his tone cold and detached. "But I refuse to back down. I will do whatever it takes to protect Yuu-chan, even if it means opposing Ferid."
Crowley nodded, his expression still unreadable. "I expected as much," he said. "You're a stubborn one, Mika. But I suppose that's part of your charm. Still, even you must admit that Ferid's right: if Yuichiro becomes one of us, she can be with you long after Guren is gone—whether through death in battle or the passage of time. Her memories of him would fade, while your love would remain. You can't honestly say you aren't at least a little tempted. We both know how you feel about Guren Ichinose; after all, he is your greatest competition for Yuichiro's affections."
Mika clenched his fists at Crowley's words, a tempest of emotions surging within him. The thought of Yuu becoming a vampire—of her living eternally alongside him—was a maddening prospect, especially when he considered Ferid's manipulative nature. Yet the idea of losing her to someone like Guren gnawed at his heart.
"I don't care about competition. All I care about is Yuu-chan's happiness," Mika replied fiercely, his conviction unwavering. "Turning her into a vampire would rob her of everything she is. I refuse to be the architect of that fate."
Crowley regarded him with an inscrutable expression. "You speak of happiness as if it's a permanent state, Mika. But happiness is fleeting, especially in our world. You might believe your love is sufficient, but the truth is that you cannot protect her from everything. One day, she may wake up and realize that you can't grow old by her side, and that awareness could drive a wedge between you. It's a harsh reality, one you must confront."
Mika fell silent for a moment, the weight of Crowley's words settling heavily on him. He despised that he could see the validity in the vampire lord's argument, but he refused to let it deter him.
"I will face whatever comes," he declared, his resolve hardening. "I would rather confront that uncertainty than condemn her to an eternity she doesn't desire."
Crowley arched an eyebrow, a subtle blend of respect and curiosity flickering in his gaze.
"I can see how you'd arrive at that conclusion, Mikaela. But perhaps the most rational step would be to ask Yuichiro herself what she truly wants. If you make decisions based on your perceptions of what's best for her without her input, you risk becoming just like Guren."
Mika's heart raced at the mere suggestion. The idea of involving Yuu in such a significant decision filled him with a swell of apprehension. He wanted to protect her, yet he feared denying her the autonomy to choose her own path.
"Yuu-chan has enough weight on her shoulders without adding this to her burdens," Mika said, his voice barely above a whisper. "She's already grappling with the shadows of her past, being hunted and manipulated. The last thing I want is to make her feel pressured or overwhelmed."
Crowley scrutinized him intently. "But isn't love about sharing those burdens, Mika? If she were to grasp the full extent of the situation—the risks you both face and the choices on the horizon—wouldn't it be more advantageous for her to make an informed decision about her own life?"
Mika clenched his jaw, ensnared in a tangled web of emotions. "And what if she chooses to become a vampire? What if she believes it's the only way to remain by my side forever? I can't bear the thought of her making such a choice out of fear of losing me."
"That's precisely what you're afraid of." Crowley's tone was resolute. "You're terrified that if she learns the truth, she might choose to embrace her fate rather than face the uncertainty ahead. But love isn't about secrets; it's built on trust—trusting each other to make the best choices for both of your futures."
Mika's pulse quickened as he pondered Crowley's words. The elder vampire was striking a chord that made him uneasy. He had been so preoccupied with safeguarding Yuu that he had overlooked involving her in the decisions that could profoundly shape their destiny.
"You really think I should just... lay everything bare before her?" Mika asked, striving for steadiness in his voice. "What if it weighs her down?"
Crowley shrugged, his expression inscrutable. "Yuichiro possesses more strength than you realize. She deserves to know the challenges she faces. Shielding her from the truth might cause more harm than good. You've witnessed the results of Guren's dishonesty, haven't you? He kept her in the dark under the guise of protecting her. We all remember how that turned out."
Mikaela's stomach twisted at the painful reminder of Guren's betrayal. He had watched Yuichiro suffer because of her mentor's lies, and it shattered him. The last thing he wanted was to mirror the man he despised.
"I refuse to be like him," Mika muttered, his voice a fragile whisper. "I want to be better for her."
Crowley studied him intently, an inscrutable expression lingering on his face. "Then you must realize that love requires honesty, even when the truth stings. Yuu deserves the opportunity to weigh her choices, to carve her own fate. If you truly love her, grant her the chance to fight alongside you. Let's say she chooses to become one of us. If you still yearn for humanity, you could stay together until you find a way to regain your mortality, and then you both could grow old and die together. It's a logical resolution if you contemplate all its facets."
Mika's heart raced at the thought of such a future, yet it felt like a double-edged sword. The possibility of Yuu embracing a life that could lead to her eternal damnation left him in turmoil. He could already imagine her vibrant smile fading, overshadowed by the weight of immortality.
"But what if she chooses otherwise?" Mika pressed, a knot tightening in his stomach. "What if she longs for eternity? I can't bear to envision her ensnared in such a life, especially with the danger of losing herself along the way."
Crowley's gaze softened, and for a fleeting moment, Mika glimpsed a sliver of understanding in those cold, calculating eyes.
"You cannot control her choices, Mika. Just as you cannot dictate your own destiny. But you can stand steadfast by her side, offering your support no matter the path she decides to traverse. That is the essence of true love—acceptance, even amid uncertainty."
Mika's mind whirled, faced with the weight of Crowley's insight. He had always taken pride in being Yuu's protector, the one who would shield her from the darkness cloaking them both. Yet now, he was beginning to grasp that the most profound kindness he could offer her was the freedom to make her own decisions, a privilege Guren had always denied her.
With a heavy heart, Mika wrestled with the implications growing inside him. He had spent too long trying to shield Yuu from the harsh realities of their world, but perhaps it was time for a different approach—one that celebrated her autonomy and resilience.
"I'll consider it," Mika finally replied, his voice a reflection of the turmoil within. "But I refuse to rush into it. I need to ensure she's prepared to confront whatever lies ahead. I won't burden her just because it would ease my own fears."
Crowley nodded, seemingly satisfied with Mika's response. "That's all I ask. Just remember, time is not on your side, especially with Ferid lurking in the shadows. He'll seize upon any advantage to manipulate the situation to his favor. Your resolve will be tested sooner than you anticipate."
The weight of Crowley's words hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of their fragile reality.
Mika sighed, a mix of disbelief and curiosity swirling within him. "Am I imagining things, or are you genuinely trying to help me and Yuu-chan? Why would you do that, considering your supposed allegiance to Ferid? You, a vampire who has endured centuries, supposedly dead to human emotions, speaking to me about love?"
Crowley regarded Mika with an expression that bordered on contemplative, his sharp features softened by an unexpected depth of thought.
"It's true that I serve Ferid, and my loyalty lies with him. But that does not mean I lack the capacity to grasp human emotions," he replied, his voice unwavering. "I have observed countless relationships—some blossoming beautifully, while others tragically fall apart. Though I may not experience love in the same way you do, I can certainly recognize its importance, especially when it is as profound as what you share with Yuichiro."
Mika's skepticism was still present, yet he detected a flicker of sincerity in Crowley's tone. Perhaps, beneath layers of cold calculation, there resided a hint of a heart still able to care—somewhere deep within the towering vampire's facade.
"So you're saying you've seen this before? You understand what love can do... both the good and the bad?"
Crowley nodded slowly, his gaze steady. "Love can serve as both a weapon and a shield. It possesses the power to protect but can also lead to one's downfall if wielded thoughtlessly. I've witnessed those who allow their emotions to consume them, making reckless choices in the name of love, only to find themselves isolated and shattered."
Mika swallowed hard, the weight of Crowley's words pressing down heavily on his heart. He recognized all too well the peril of letting his emotions cloud his judgment. Yet the thought of Yuu navigating the treacherous world alone sent a chill racing down his spine.
"How do I ensure that doesn't happen?" Mika asked, his voice barely above a whisper, vulnerability seeping into his words.
Crowley regarded him thoughtfully for a moment before responding. "By being present, by sharing the burden of knowledge rather than hoarding it in the name of protection. If you truly love her, you must allow her to see the entire picture. It is her life as much as yours, and the choices must belong to both of you—together."
Mika nodded slowly, absorbing Crowley's advice. It felt daunting, even terrifying, to think about laying everything bare for Yuu. Yet deep down, he understood that she deserved the truth, and he owed it to her to grant her the agency to choose her own path.
"Do you speak from experience, Crowley? Or do your centuries as a vampire obscure those memories? I know we were all human once. Many of our kind were turned due to the misfortune of capturing a vampire's fancy, just as I caught Ferid's."
Crowley's expression shifted, a flicker of emotion illuminating his otherwise stoic face. "I speak from experience, Mika," he replied, his tone unexpectedly serious. "I was once like you—filled with hope and passion, believing in the power of love to conquer all obstacles. I watched those I cared for slip away, some through their own choices, others due to forces beyond our control. Love can be blinding. It can lead you to make decisions that you may come to regret. I've seen lovers torn apart by the very truths they couldn't confront. In the end, that only brought greater pain."
Mika scrutinized Crowley, striving to reconcile the image of the formidable vampire before him with the hint of vulnerability in his voice.
"But what about you? Did you ever grant someone the chance to choose for themselves? Have you lost someone dear to you because of your immortality?"
Crowley's gaze darkened, and for a fleeting moment, sadness flickered across his features. "Yes," he admitted, his voice low. "I lost someone close to me—someone I deeply cared for. I attempted to protect her from the harsh realities of our world, believing I was acting in her best interest. Yet, in my effort to shelter her, I failed to see her strength. Eventually, she grew weary of dwelling in the shadows of my secrets and departed. I never saw her again. Do not make the same mistake I did, Mikaela. Look where my choices have led me. I am, as you can clearly see, a shell of the man I once was. I would hate to witness that same fate befall you."
Mika felt a pang of empathy for Crowley, understanding the depths of loss and regret that lay behind the vampire lord's stoic facade. It served as a reminder that even those who appeared strong and invulnerable bore burdens that weighed heavily on their hearts.
"I won't let that happen," Mika vowed, his voice solid. "I won't keep secrets from Yuu-chan. I will be honest with her, even if it's a struggle. I owe her that much."
A small smile flickered across Crowley's lips, a hint of approval illuminating his otherwise inscrutable expression.
"That is a wise choice, Mika. Confronting the truth isn't easy, but it's the only way to forge a solid foundation for your relationship. You'll find that sharing burdens can strengthen your bond in ways you never anticipated."
Mika nodded, feeling a renewed determination swell within him. He would tell Yuichiro everything—the dangers they faced, the threats posed by Ferid, and the choices available to her. She deserved to know the truth, and together, they could navigate the uncertainty that lay ahead.
"Thank you, Crowley," Mika said, sincerity echoing in his voice. "I appreciate your honesty. I know you're not on our side, but I can see that wisdom lies in your words. It means more than I can express."
Crowley's eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and bemusement, as if he hadn't anticipated such gratitude.
"Just remember, Mika, every decision carries its consequences. I may serve Ferid, but my ultimate aim is to ensure you remain a formidable opponent. If that means empowering you to navigate your own path, then so be it."
With that, Crowley turned toward the door, his imposing figure casting a long shadow in the dim light of the room. Before stepping out, he paused and glanced back, an enigmatic smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
"I look forward to seeing how you handle this, Mikaela. I genuinely wish you and Yuichiro the best. Your choices may very well shape the balance of power in this game."
Mika watched as Crowley disappeared into the hallway, a whirlpool of thoughts swirling in his mind. The maroon-haired vampire lord's unexpected support had revealed a new perspective on their struggle—one where love and truth intertwined, creating resilience against the chaos of their world.
Turning back to Yuu, blissfully unaware of the turmoil surrounding them, Mika felt a surge of determination fill him. He would protect her, fight for her, and above all, he would honor her right to choose her own path. As he gazed at her peaceful face, the weight of his commitment anchored him firmly to his resolve.
He leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against her forehead. "I will always stand by your side, Yuu-chan. No matter what."
With that promise resonating in his heart, Mika allowed himself a moment of solace. The future lay uncertain before them, but together, they would confront it hand in hand. He would not permit fear or manipulation to dictate their lives; they would carve their own destiny amidst the chaos.
As he stood by the window, watching the moonlight cast silver shadows across the world outside, Mika felt the weight of the night lift just a little. He was ready to face whatever awaited them. He would not only be her protector but also her partner, a guiding light through the dark uncertainties ahead.