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Mika wrote, and wrote and wrote. Until his hands bled. If he didn't, he believed he quite literally, may go insane.
Mika writes, and writes, about his precious family. Recalling favourable memories, he never wants to forget them. Or ever stop feeling joy from them. He dreaded when that might happen.
Mika danced his pen on the paper, inside of his precious journal. The color of the journal reminds him of Yuu-chan's eyes. He always carried it with him. It's the leftovers of his humanity.
Mika glanced, glared and stared. His eyes burning into the back of a random vampire. This vampire had blood stained all over their lips. He knew what they'd done. He hated it. He hated that one day, he might have to do the same.
Yuu-chan, please wait for me.
Yuu tossed, turned and twirled under his bed covers. Scenes of his family being slaughtered ran through his mind. Blood splattered everywhere. Life being drained from his family. He wished he didn't see some of their guts.
Yuu fought, brawled and played with a shiny katana. What better did he have to do? He had to avenge Mika and his family. His life is meaningless otherwise.
Yuu dreamed, fantasied and hoped. He hoped that Mika would magically appear in front of him. Even if it was just for a moment. The tears can't seem to ever stop falling down.
Yuu wept, cried and weeped, the guilt never went away. Even as he slashes with his flashy katana, memories of agony still rested in the back of his mind.
Fresh blood dripped down from his wrist, he sighed in relief.
I'll go with you, Mika.
A sword ripped through Mika's chest. He was about to rip this human apart, until they looked up at him with bright olive eyes. Yuu-chan.
Yuu's eyes scanned the vampire's fluffy blonde hair and sapphire eyes; he knew he made a mistake. Was this Mika? His Mika?
Both boys fell into a trance, their faces heated up. They couldn't stop looking at one another.
And they wouldn't stop ever again.