"Miyu…" Hmph – when I first arrived in Japan from the grey Western shores, I had scorned the name. It was foolish; moreover, it was the Guardian's name. I had every reason to hate it and I should have feared it – but at that time, there was no such thing as fear for me.
I was young, even in shinma years, and with this youth came recklessness. I fought to hone my skills for killing, and I became renowned as an elite warrior; One beautiful with blood-red eyes, who would cut any man down on the spot, either wielding a scythe, or with his own clawed hands. And I relished the terror I caused in my own land, indeed, I loved it. But we had wreaked enough pain there – too much – and it was time to move on. A distant land to the east beckoned my blood, and my companions and I set forth for the island known as 'Japan'.
And do you know my intention for travelling all this way around the globe, across the pernicious oceans? To end her against my blade.
"Larva? Larva!" Miyu's voice chirped from the opposite side of the small cemetery. I looked up through the mask which was a mark of my happy confinement. The royal vampire seemed only fourteen years of age, pretty and tiny – like a doll. I had thought murdering her would be simple: it had not been. I could not do it; that is how through many circumstances I ended up being her servant.
But then, at one point, instead of desiring her death, I had just desired her. And now – although that desire still remained – my main objective was to protect the Princess. For who else would guard the guardian? She may have been a formidable opponent, during both battles and debates, but she was always my precious Miyu.
Skipping rapidly between the tombstones, in the blink of an eye the petite shinma was beside me.
"Yes, Miyu?" I questioned, watching her as she hopped up on one of the gravestones, perched on it like a bird. Even sitting on something quite high, she was never taller than me.
"Come here," she said, smiling, before removing my mask with her dainty hands, finely-tapered fingers stroking its ravaged surface. We had been in many wars together, Miyu and I – and that mask had seen far more than words could ever convey.
Wrapping herself in my dark cloak – as she always did – Miyu reached up and briefly pressed her wet, soft mouth against mine, quite chastely. Naughty little bloodsucker, I thought, but said nothing.
"Don't you like my kisses, Larva?" she whined playfully, knowing that I could not resist her smouldering golden eyes or girlish pouting. This time, I swooped down to steal some pleasure from those lips and she yelped with excitement as I did so. I pulled away and took a breath: almost breathing out my reservation and inhaling her sweet lust.
"I love your kisses," I replied, "but I think I've confirmed that."
"Confirm it again," Miyu demanded, lucid eyes twinkling. Well, when the princess commands I can but comply…
Even if she is a tease.
Miyu: "Superior beauty, superior feeling" - that's what it means. I used to think it a foolish name. Now I do not believe it's so. It is a rather wonderful name, is it not? Funny, I have come to love it better than my own. And I have come to cherish its owner even more yet.
Fin