A/N: Hello guys! This is my very first Mikayuu fanfic. This is requested by Shiranai Atsune. The prompt came from the ONS plots she provided me, which said, that what if it was Mika who escaped instead of Yuu, plus that plot where Yuu was supposed to be giving blood to Crowley too. Shinoa and Yuu are genderbent here because she wanted it to be genderbent. And it is a modification of this https(:)(/) s/11804877/2/Owari-no-Plots (this is the plot I was talking about earlier).

I am so nervous about this whole fanfic so please tell me what you think if you're interested in reading further! This fanfic is slow build, and would probably consist of 20+ chapters. It follows the happenings in the manga, but not accurately and religiously. I already wrote up to chapter 8, (I know it is still far from what I was planning) but I decided to publish it now because I badly need the motivation to carry on. So please leave comments, it will really help me very much. I am afraid that I won't be able to finish this if I don't publish it now. *cries*

The next chapter will be posted next Sunday.

Shout out to my sister who helped me with plotting this fanfic. Cheers! :D I wouldn't have been able to have started this without her help and assurance that I didn't butcher their characters.


Prologue

It was not supposed to end this way. Mika thought as he firmly held Yuu's hand. They were supposed to escape; they were supposed to be finally free. But everything was for naught. Like rats trapped inside a labyrinth, they struggled, fought to get out of the maze, but in the end, they were only running in circles. The fact that it all appeared to be going well made them believe that freedom was near when the truth was, they were just playing along with their master's schemes and were mere chess pieces to his game.

When Mika and the others neared the exit after surreptitiously leaving their abode and avoiding being spotted by their Vampire guards, Ferid appeared to greet them. His appearance felt like a punch in the gut. He appeared like a plot twist out of a mystery novel. Mika wished he could forget what happened, pass it off as a nightmare, but you forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget. And because of that, the memory of Mika's loss was like a scar. Even though it was hazy, a blurry fragment of time, it was still an ache that lingers in his heart. It was a cross that he carries with him.

Gunshot and cries were his lullabies. And even in his waking hours, they still ring in Mika's ears, reminding him of that time, reminding him of how hope could turn into despair in just a blink of an eye. The screams of Akane and the others still haunted him in his sleep. But what troubled him the most was what Yuu said to him,

You have to survive Mika! Leave me..

Yuu's girlish voice always trembled as she pleaded every time the memory of it came back to Mika. The feel of her delicate fingers clasped around his skinny arms burned him over and over again. Sometimes, even though it was painful, he'd like to be trapped in this nightmare just to feel her again, just to see her again, despite her pleading eyes that brimmed with glassy tears, breaking his heart.

But the last bid of farewell had already been said. And what should come next is supposed to be forgetting—forgetting Akane, forgetting Yuu.

Yuu.

Mika wanted to forget everything about what happened. But Yuu. He could not let himself forget Yuu. He didn't want to forget the feel of Yuu's soft skin pressed against him; the scent of her long, messy hair which he always liked running his fingers through; her beaming eyes and the delicate curl of her ruddy mouth.

Go Mika!

Yuu shouted as tears blurred her eyes and run in streams from those pretty emerald eyes of hers. She shot Ferid in the skull. Ferid fell like a corpse on the cold ground, unmoving.

They heard footsteps and a rising hubbub of a company marching towards where they were. The Vampire Queen was close.

Afraid and tired, Mika just stared at Yuu's figure for a while. He saw pain in her pleading eyes, the blood streaming from the wound on her arm was ghastly, and her heaving chest manifested how difficult it was to breathe. Yuu could no longer stand. She was pale and her weak arms and legs would only result to both of their capture. They both knew this.

Go. Yuu mouthed. Her eyebrows furrowed in pain; her cheeks were red with disappointment and frustration. Mika clenched his fists, wiped the tears that streamed from his eyes, and then... he ran away, without ever looking back.

And that was what Mika regrets the most.