Note: This is the introduction to Dream Scented Soldiers, actual chapters will be longer :)
xxxxx means a timegap.
Expect one or two updates per week :) (no idea how long it will be though)
This is Mikayuu, rated M for future chapters.

Mika never drank Krul's blood after her initial bloody kiss, he never became a vampire, earning himself the fate of those who refuse to complete the transformation into a vampire.
Yuu never met Ashuramaru, never sealed a deal with him. It was a very different demon he summoned, one that might be more than just his fighting partner.
And those lucid dreams, they look so real...

Introduction: Into The Void

That was the day. Finally...

Yûichirô had reached his goal, and he would soon possess what he had been coveting since he had seen Shinoa's scythe: his very own demonic weapon. A mere formality, and soon would be sealed a contract between him and a creature so powerful that Yûichirô could already see himself rendering the vampire race extinct from Earth.
The vision of those vile creatures vanishing into dust by his sword, and his alone, was enough to bring a confident smirk to his lips.
The others could give a try, and even succeed, at this part of the training, but he didn't need them, partners were useless, he could do that on his own, for he had a lot more reasons to hate vampires. He'd do it for the orphans, for Mika... and to prove everyone he was better, stronger.

Guren was more than annoyed with Yûichirô's arrogance, but he didn't doubt the ability of the boy. What he worried about though, was what would be next. Once Yûichirô would have the weapon in his hands, unpredictable as he was, Guren was pretty sure that the kid would be even more of a pain.
But the choice between keeping him away from demonic weapons because of his uncontrollable nature, and conducting the training and experiment to its full potential had been easily made, there had been too much invested until now, and too much at stake for humans.

xxxxx

Yûichirô was floating in a black void, desperately trying to find support for his legs, arms... anything. But he just kept on falling at an agonisingly slow rate, his surroundings so dark that having his eyes closed or open didn't make a difference.
The experience was quite opposite to the first time he had encountered a demon, and he began to wonder if one would ever appear to him. Maybe it was a test, and Guren had lied? Maybe something had gone wrong?
"Hey?" he called, but his voice barely echoed, and no one replied.

A few more minutes passed, before Yûichirô saw a flash of light, gone as fast as it came.
"Somebody there?" he called again, feeling anxiety pool in his stomach. Was that a demon? Where was he for God's sake?!
Just as a third interjection was about to pass his lips, the flash of light came from behind, and before he even realised that, floating as he was, there was no way for him to turn around, a soft embrace caught his waist, and finally, his feet touched the ground, the light pressure of arms leaving his body at the same time.

Yûichirô took that as his cue to face whoever had been holding him. His arm rose to protect his eyes, the light being so blinding that he could merely guess the outline of a... human? Or whatever was standing in front of him, that at least had a human shape. Was that a demon? Would a demon be that gentle?

Confused, Yûichirô decided to speak up since the human-shaped light stayed silent.
"Are you my demon?"
He should be fighting remnants of the past by now, shouldn't he? That's what had happened the first time, and there was no other inner dilemma plaguing him that an evil being could use to trick him. Really, all of this was far from what he had expected. But Yûichirô stayed on his guards, Guren had said it would be a lot more difficult than the first time, so the boy stayed on alert for whatever came his way.

"Are you a demon?" Yûichirô asked again, this time leaving the possessive form aside, because nothing said that the creature, if it was demonic, was his. He was supposed to fight visions, at least a little, right?
"I am here for you, if that is your question." The voice was as soft as the previous embrace, but Yûichirô didn't leave room for sentiment, that was probably one of many tricks the demon had in its sleeve.
He waited, for what, he didn't know, but still nothing came. That was annoying to the least...

Tired of the silent treatment, Yûichirô pressed on.
"Huh... so... is that all? No test? No visions?" The boy was beginning to think that, demon or not, the creature didn't seem particularly enthusiastic, nor evil, but he stayed on his guards nonetheless. Yes, that was probably a game for the demon, and soon he would unleash his fury when Yûichirô would give in, even the slightest.

"I don't want to torture humans."
The voice held sadness, and Yûichirô felt his heart wring, although he wasn't sure that he should pity a demon.
"So is that it? The contract, is it sealed?"
That's what Yûichirô was here for, after all, so better get this over with.
No answer.

Anxiety took hold of the boy all of a sudden. Would that demon fight for him? Was it powerful? Yûichirô couldn't imagine himself being stuck with a weak demon that didn't want to lend him a hand in eradicating vampires and everything that was waiting outside to be killed...
No, he couldn't be that unlucky after all he had done until now? That would be unfair!
He greeted his teeth in anger. Why? Was it because he had been too much of a free electron and Guren was punishing him? No, that was out of Guren's hands, Yûichirô had chosen the weapon, so Guren had no influence on the Demon's choice...
Yûichirô was stronger than the others, that was why! The demon knew it, and had submitted, that was all there was to the situation. Piece of cake!
"So... what happens now?" the boy asked in direction of the light that he still couldn't look at without feeling his eyes tear up from the brightness.

The light became even brighter, forcing Yûichirô to squeeze his eyes shut. The voice whispered in his ear, as he felt warmth all around him: "Go back to your world, I won't be far."
Floating again, Yûichirô felt the soft embrace once more, and his body pressing against what definitely seemed like a person, before everything went black and cold again.
The next minute, he was waking up with Guren and Shinoa's faces staring at him.