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Yuu watches him slip down, his heart sinking. Is this it? Is Mika going to waste away in front of his very eyes?

No. No he won’t let that happen!

He grits his teeth and pulls up his sleeve, exposing his wrist to Mika. He knows how vampires heal. He’s learned in school. He doesn’t care that there are probably people watching him right now. Maybe Mika will be able to escape on his own!

“I’m not going to let you die here! We’ll be able to talk more once you’re healed!” Tears sting at his eyes and his mind denies they’re there. Mika is not going to slip away from him now that he’s found him again! Not now, not ever!

“NO!”

He hisses, bares his fangs in warning, his breathing comes labored as he fights the urge to drink. “I don’t want your blood. If I drink that I’ll lose who I am, don’t you get it?! Just like you lost who you are! Do you want me to become a monster with no conviction?!” The idea aches inside his chest. Yuu is here. Yuu is here. Instead of drinking, the calm returns and he draws his arm close, only to take his fingers and press them against his face. His cheeks flush and tears prick at the corners of his eyes.

“Don’t ever offer me that again...” His voice comes small, almost like a child’s, frightened and weak. He knows he should drink. Knows that he’s bound to die. But his stubbornness outweighs common sense and his reasoning is {forever will be} skewed. The only solace he has is that his life will not leave him without Yuu being by his side.

Mikaela Hyakuya → then & now

He watched as Mika all but hobbled towards him, a concerning amount of blooding draining from the wound in his side. Mika’s words went right over his head, looking to meet his gaze. Even now, with eyes more like a vampire’s, he was still Mika. He wanted to reach out, make sure he was still real, but he resisted for now, feeling concern welling up inside of him.

“Me? Look at yourself! Did they not do anything to help you? Can vampires bleed out?”

He pulled off his cloak, passing it to Mika, “Put pressure on it! I’ll talk to Guren, I’ll get you out of here, they’ll see that you’re on our side!”

Yuu wasn’t sure if he was intentionally avoiding his accusations about the army, or just not caring because Mika was alive (again something he knew he was using very loosely), and in front of him. He shook his head. No focus. He could ask questions later. For now, he needed to make sure Mika survived.

He wants to laugh but instead, slitted eyes focus, a growl escapes him – low with warning.

“You think that they’ll listen to you?! Do you have any idea what they’re doing, Yuu? We’re on opposite sides – I’ll die before you can convince anyone of anything.”

He knows he only has a few days at best now. Maybe less due to his moving around. He grip tightens against the wound, trying to staunch it with his cloak, (but he knows damn well it’s not enough).

“So will you… You have to escape. They’re just using you! Don’t you remember anything?”

“You’re my family they have to listen!” It was irrational, he knew that much. But Mika was his family; he was as important to him if not more so than the makeshift family he and his squad had formed. He stuck his arm through bars, cloak in hand, “Would you take this and put pressure on it?! You need to stop the bleeding or you’ll die!”

Footsteps from down the hall shut him up, his head turning in the direction. He wasn’t technically supposed to be down here, but Shinoa had managed to get him through somehow. The footsteps stopped when he stopped shouting, and then started up, getting fainter and fainter with each moment. Emotion made his throat tight, his attentions turning back to Mika.

“Mika…focus on healing first, then we can talk about getting you out,” he said, keeping his tone more hushed this time, “And then we can talk more.”

About other things. The foreboding things Mika keeps talking about that Yuu honestly wants to ignore.

He knows, knows more than he should, knows about those experiments they’d been conducting in secret. The vampires, despite their way of handling humans, had a sliver of intelligence when it came to the mechanizations of war. They were trying to prevent the humans from causing more damage than they had already. And they were failing.

“Do you think I can heal in here? Yuu, just....” he pauses, slips himself down, against the bars and presses his forehead to the cool steel, “Talk to me. I know I’m too late...Even if that’s the case, all I wanted... was to run away with you.”

He watched as Mika all but hobbled towards him, a concerning amount of blooding draining from the wound in his side. Mika’s words went right over his head, looking to meet his gaze. Even now, with eyes more like a vampire’s, he was still Mika. He wanted to reach out, make sure he was still real, but he resisted for now, feeling concern welling up inside of him.

“Me? Look at yourself! Did they not do anything to help you? Can vampires bleed out?”

He pulled off his cloak, passing it to Mika, “Put pressure on it! I’ll talk to Guren, I’ll get you out of here, they’ll see that you’re on our side!”

Yuu wasn’t sure if he was intentionally avoiding his accusations about the army, or just not caring because Mika was alive (again something he knew he was using very loosely), and in front of him. He shook his head. No focus. He could ask questions later. For now, he needed to make sure Mika survived.

He wants to laugh but instead, slitted eyes focus, a growl escapes him -- low with warning.

"You think that they'll listen to you?! Do you have any idea what they're doing, Yuu? We're on opposite sides -- I'll die before you can convince anyone of anything."

He knows he only has a few days at best now. Maybe less due to his moving around. He grip tightens against the wound, trying to staunch it with his cloak, (but he knows damn well it’s not enough).

"So will you... You have to escape. They're just using you! Don't you remember anything?"

His cell was large, hallways cavernous, the footsteps of the guard echoed. Iron on iron, creaking on its hinges while the cries of his would-be brethren rang out in the dark. They were being dragged god knows where. But he didn’t care about them.

Careless. He knew he had been careless, his face twists into a grimace, pangs of hunger stabbing empty against his lower ribcage – he won’t last long in here. They’re going to interrogate and dissect him like a rodent. How rare he must be. A vampire that refuses to drink human blood. They’ll want to gather data.

(The wound in his side aches)

But he’d seen Yuu again. The moment had been too fleeting, he’d tasted his steel more than what he wished for – but he knows he’ll fight until the bitter end of it all, thinking of him and trying to reconcile their past. He’ll never be allowed here to even say goodbye.

Yuu being alive is enough. He has to repeat that like a mantra. It has to be enough.

They’d all been placed on vacation. He needed time to recover, as did the rest of his squad. He’d finally been released from the medical ward, his wounds still holding him back from getting any training in. Despite the good (but wary) spirits of everyone around him, there was one thing bothering him,

Mika was alive. Well, as alive as someone could be when they were a vampire. As much as that made Yuu’s stomach turned, he was more happy to see him still here. Yuu still had the chance to save him, and it made his heart sing to know one part of his family was still with him and he had a chance to find and protect him.

Rumors had been rampant that vampires had been captured and were being interrogated for information. Vampires that could potentially know the whereabouts of Mika. So as soon as he was able, he went to the dungeons, hiding his stiffness and his limp as he walked through the twisting halls. Green eyes scanned each cell, looking for vampires that might be of some sort of import, but none of them seemed with it. Probably either injured or drugged to the point of uselessness.

And that’s when he saw him again.

Green eyes, wide with his still disbelief, his heart pounding in his chest, “Mika!”

He moved closer, not worried about Mika hurting him. He was far more concerned over how pained Mika looked in the cell. Mika was a prisoner, a vampire; of course they hadn’t truly bothered to patch him up.

He could have lulled himself to sleep in his thoughts, lapping like waves, calm -- but now turbulent, a storm was brewing in his soul that no amount of repeating Yuu’s name could still. He was here! He had come for him?  “Y-Yuu...” He scrambles hap-hazardously to his feet, his movements slow, cradling his side with one hand.  Fresh blood oozes from the wound, it trickles lukewarm down his side and he hisses sharply in an intake of breath. “You came...”

“Why are you still with the humans? You need to run! Even if I can’t get out of here, you can’t stay with them, do you understand...?” Anger pricks at his insides, he feels hot, feverish and hungry -- managing to make it to the bars of his cage and grip onto them. Yet, still, some part of him is happy to see him alive, desperate to keep him that way and to deliver the message he’s been holding in his heart for years. He falter, too exhausted to remain entirely angry and slumps against the iron.

Even if you run... is it too late?