Companion: a Kyuuketsuki Miyu fanfic
By yutamiyu
The telling of how Miyu and Larva met...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story pertains to the OAV Kyuuketsuki Miyu!! NOT the television series! If you want to read about their meeting in the television series, go read "Bound" (by me! ^_^).
Often times when I want to think I head down to the small beach that borders my cliff-top house.
The nighttime surrounds me and I am somehow at peace with it. My school uniform
dances with the cold, sharp wind.
"There's nothing to be afraid of..." The voice is unknown to me. It is ominous and powerful.
I look out at the incoming tide. A figure appears from the mist. He has the appearance of a human, draped in a long, black cloak that seems to bind him together.
He has the appearance of a human...yet I am somehow frightened.
His eyes are suddenly soft and his tone more gentle. "There's nothing to be afraid of..." I can see his red eyes suddenly narrow and fill with hostility. "I just want to borrow--" he approaches me and I can only stare. "--a little of your life."
I stare at him, unmoving. I know that he will hurt me and somehow, deep inside of me, I welcome it. His hand makes its way to my throat, and I notice how sharply it contrasts his face. His face has color; his hands are pale, as if he were a ghost. There are strange markings where his knuckles should be. This man before me...is not entirely human.
Then...what is he?
"Good girl." He praises my current dormant state. His red-tipped finger makes slight contact with my throat and I feel a sort of sucking sensation and it gives me chills. The indentures on the back of his hand pulse with every beat from my neck and I realize that he is absorbing my soul.
"I have come from far across the ocean to be the leader of your people."
My voice comes out drowsily and somewhat harshly--I have been in the cold without speaking for far too long. "Lea...der?"
"Yes. Of the Shinma."
I am disconcerted. "Shinma? I...I don't know any Shinma..."
His finger leaves my throat and is replaced by his hand. He is going to kill me.
"Your body should remember. Because long ago...I gave power to one with the same blood as yours."
"My...blood?"
His neck is calling to me. His beautiful, unbroken flesh. Healthy veins.
I want his blood.
My throat convulses and I swallow dryly. I am thirsty.
I need his blood.
I lift an arm to his side.
He leans in closer to my face, oblivious to my actions. "Hold still..." he gazes into my eyes and draws back in fear by what he sees there. "What...what is this?!"
I reach for his face. "Give...me...blood..."
I bite into his neck and enter a utopia. I have never tasted blood like this before. I feel deep inside me something returning; it is my soul that he has stolen from me. I feel a small stream of blood miss my mouth and trickle down his throat.
I now realize my true heritage: I am of vampire blood. My lust for blood was merely following my baser instincts; nothing more.
The figure who's blood I drink disappears into the mists behind him, still staring at me in awe. I lick the remaining substance from my lips and smile. I have never had blood that tasted of his.
Is he the "Shinma" of which he spoke?
I must find out.
I follow him.
I don't know how, but I found myself suddenly able to follow him without any trouble. Open the mists and let myself in. Perhaps it is part of my heritage; perhaps I'll never know.
I soon find myself in a darkened area of space. Of time. A shadowed figure with broken, cracked hands holds up a depressing mask bearing a dismal face.
The figure's voice is harsh and rasping. "For your failure to destroy the child, your face and voice are forever locked away." With those words, I watch in terror as cracked, alien hands shove the mask onto the face of the man with Shinma blood. I watch as he claws at the mask, attempting to remove it. My heart aches as he slowly realizes that he is bound to fate as a silent witness.
The shadowed figure fades out of the picture and leaves the Shinma alone. He falls to the ground, devastated, angrily tearing at the mask. He finally gives up his helpless battle, and slowly draws the hood of his cloak over his head and moves no more.
My heart goes out to him.
It is my fault that he is in his current state.
Do I help him, or leave him?
CAN I leave him?
I come out of my hiding place and appear behind him.
I do not need any words. I simply embrace him tenderly. My heart speaks to his.
He is hesitant, but finally turns and leans into my embrace. Accepting his fate.
Accepting his new companion.
Just as I accept mine.
~End~
By yutamiyu
The telling of how Miyu and Larva met...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story pertains to the OAV Kyuuketsuki Miyu!! NOT the television series! If you want to read about their meeting in the television series, go read "Bound" (by me! ^_^).
Often times when I want to think I head down to the small beach that borders my cliff-top house.
The nighttime surrounds me and I am somehow at peace with it. My school uniform
dances with the cold, sharp wind.
"There's nothing to be afraid of..." The voice is unknown to me. It is ominous and powerful.
I look out at the incoming tide. A figure appears from the mist. He has the appearance of a human, draped in a long, black cloak that seems to bind him together.
He has the appearance of a human...yet I am somehow frightened.
His eyes are suddenly soft and his tone more gentle. "There's nothing to be afraid of..." I can see his red eyes suddenly narrow and fill with hostility. "I just want to borrow--" he approaches me and I can only stare. "--a little of your life."
I stare at him, unmoving. I know that he will hurt me and somehow, deep inside of me, I welcome it. His hand makes its way to my throat, and I notice how sharply it contrasts his face. His face has color; his hands are pale, as if he were a ghost. There are strange markings where his knuckles should be. This man before me...is not entirely human.
Then...what is he?
"Good girl." He praises my current dormant state. His red-tipped finger makes slight contact with my throat and I feel a sort of sucking sensation and it gives me chills. The indentures on the back of his hand pulse with every beat from my neck and I realize that he is absorbing my soul.
"I have come from far across the ocean to be the leader of your people."
My voice comes out drowsily and somewhat harshly--I have been in the cold without speaking for far too long. "Lea...der?"
"Yes. Of the Shinma."
I am disconcerted. "Shinma? I...I don't know any Shinma..."
His finger leaves my throat and is replaced by his hand. He is going to kill me.
"Your body should remember. Because long ago...I gave power to one with the same blood as yours."
"My...blood?"
His neck is calling to me. His beautiful, unbroken flesh. Healthy veins.
I want his blood.
My throat convulses and I swallow dryly. I am thirsty.
I need his blood.
I lift an arm to his side.
He leans in closer to my face, oblivious to my actions. "Hold still..." he gazes into my eyes and draws back in fear by what he sees there. "What...what is this?!"
I reach for his face. "Give...me...blood..."
I bite into his neck and enter a utopia. I have never tasted blood like this before. I feel deep inside me something returning; it is my soul that he has stolen from me. I feel a small stream of blood miss my mouth and trickle down his throat.
I now realize my true heritage: I am of vampire blood. My lust for blood was merely following my baser instincts; nothing more.
The figure who's blood I drink disappears into the mists behind him, still staring at me in awe. I lick the remaining substance from my lips and smile. I have never had blood that tasted of his.
Is he the "Shinma" of which he spoke?
I must find out.
I follow him.
I don't know how, but I found myself suddenly able to follow him without any trouble. Open the mists and let myself in. Perhaps it is part of my heritage; perhaps I'll never know.
I soon find myself in a darkened area of space. Of time. A shadowed figure with broken, cracked hands holds up a depressing mask bearing a dismal face.
The figure's voice is harsh and rasping. "For your failure to destroy the child, your face and voice are forever locked away." With those words, I watch in terror as cracked, alien hands shove the mask onto the face of the man with Shinma blood. I watch as he claws at the mask, attempting to remove it. My heart aches as he slowly realizes that he is bound to fate as a silent witness.
The shadowed figure fades out of the picture and leaves the Shinma alone. He falls to the ground, devastated, angrily tearing at the mask. He finally gives up his helpless battle, and slowly draws the hood of his cloak over his head and moves no more.
My heart goes out to him.
It is my fault that he is in his current state.
Do I help him, or leave him?
CAN I leave him?
I come out of my hiding place and appear behind him.
I do not need any words. I simply embrace him tenderly. My heart speaks to his.
He is hesitant, but finally turns and leans into my embrace. Accepting his fate.
Accepting his new companion.
Just as I accept mine.
~End~