Kerai
Chapter 2: Repent
By Kaen
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Although I did spend some time pondering what to say here, I feel that I'd rather thank those who did appreciate the beginnings of my humble story rather than dwell on the one soul who, unfortunately, did not. I would especially like to thank Renn Ireigh for her generous and insightful comments. I really do appreciate constructive criticism and because of Renn's commentary, I've really tried to incorporate much more detail into my story than I had before. I've also changed the title to something that I feel is more suiting and easier to say because even I was having trouble remembering the exact name I hade given it! Anyway, please enjoy the new chapter!
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'Loneliness is such a cold feeling,' she pondered to herself. 'It's strange. Even after such a relatively short friendship, I can still miss someone's presence so much. But. there is no point dwelling on a sad past. Even for someone like me, I can only give eternal time, but never reverse it and never change what has been done. It's rather ironic isn't it, Larva?'
"Yes," he answered briskly, hearing her musings. Ever since their last encounter, he had been reluctant to share any thoughts with Miyu, a girl who he once, not too long ago, had been the closest, most important person in the world to him.
"You're acting strange, Larva!" she told him nonchalantly. "You're usually a little more insightful than that!"
"I'm sorry."
There. There it was again. Since when had he been forced to be so brief with Miyu? Were they not all that each other had now?
'Yes, she's all that I have now. It wasn't her fault, either. Why did they have to come for me? Why could they not just assume me lost forever and let the subject rest? Why did they care so much? Did I not betray them?' Sighing, he added, 'Why does it matter? Miyu needs me more than I needed them- that much is definitely true. Besides, there is nothing to be done. Carlua and Lemures have long since returned to the west, finally realizing that I was lost to them.'
"You're quiet," her voice broke the chain of his thoughts. She had twisted around in his lap to stare at him with wide, gold-tinted eyes that seemed to lock with his, even through his mask.
"I don't know what to say," he lied, grateful for the mask that hid his diverted eyes.
"Larva?" she continued one, never missing an opportunity to converse with her only friend.
At least, that was the way she saw it. She could tell when his gaze strayed. When she first saw the blood streaming from that high branch, she had been secretly concerned about her loyal companion. This much was evident in the way that she had been closer to him than usual, in the way that she always seemed to be around.
"What is it, Miyu?" he asked, his tone wavering slightly. He drew a deep breath and released is slowly, which Miyu heard and pressed herself even closer to him.
After a slight pause, Miyu asked earnestly, "Do you think she meant to do it?" It seemed that she never grew tired of repeating the question that she must have asked to herself at least a thousand times already. Maybe she already knew the answer, maybe she didn't. Perhaps she just needed to hear it from someone else to confirm it?
"Chisato was a good friend to you. I. don't believe that she would have ever betrayed you had it not been for the interference of Shidon and her Shinma blood."
'I told you that you would be the one who ended up hurt, Miyu. I wish you'd have listened, to save the both of us so much turmoil.' These were the quiet thoughts that echoed in his mind, thoughts that he had trouble rising above.
Miyu shifted her weight, wrapping one arm around Larva's strong neck and the other around his cloaked body. She curled her legs close to her and Larva, as if on cue wrapped a supportive arm around her comparatively small body. She sighed, feeling the warmed black fabric cover and comfort her at the same time. She looked on through nostalgia-mirrored, half-closed eyes. Maybe. there really wasn't anything wrong. He'd always be there for her, wouldn't he?
"Miyu?" a low voice resounded from above her, snapping her out trance-like state. "Do you not feel good? You're so cold, and look rather pale."
"You don't miss much, do you, Larva?" she giggled, her lips forming a surprisingly convincing little smile. Sighing, she continued, "I haven't had anything to drink for a long time, since Chisato's. sleep was initiated."
'It's amazing how Miyu has always managed to avoid the word "death." Her victims, if they could even be called that for how eager they usually are, are never put to death, but instead, are laid down gently for a long and peaceful nap. They never awaken, and they never want to. Is it just to envy them.?' His muses were not voiced, and he settled for simply nodding slightly in acknowledgement.
"Say, Larva, I am really thirsty. Could I. just a little?" Miyu requested earnestly, already shifting again to reach the appropriate level.
Larva compliantly removed his mask and pulled back his hood with his only hand. Brushing the few wisps of stray hair off his neck, he confirmed, "Go ahead."
He almost smiled at the familiarity of the situation. It was reassuring, in a strange sort of way, to feel Miyu's blood and his be exchanged. But, as he had already noted, it was definitely strange. Sighing and ignoring the stinging on his neck that had focused into what felt like two little pinpricks, he instead focused on the warmth returning to Miyu's fingers that had woven themselves into the strands that rested at the base of his neck.
However, just as an old oil lantern can be lit, it can, with just as much ease, be extinguished and Larva felt the sensation of comfort turn to a feeling of harsh needles jabbing him and washing over his entire body. He ground his teeth together and furrowed his brow, resisting the sudden urge to cry out in pain lest it catch Miyu's attention. Just as it had not too terribly long ago, he felt the pain intensify and focus on his injury, burning it and impaling it with ice at the same time. He felt the flesh stir, expanding its area to compensate for the grinding bone that was recreating itself. Muscles and tendons slipped over that new bone, making Larva feel nauseous at the impression. Even the tiniest of veins seem to pride themselves in their agonizing return, splintering out in every which way and threading themselves like string on a needle throughout his reforming flesh.
This continued on, for how long he could not tell, until beads of perspiration ran down his smooth face and the pain became utterly unbearable. What could not have been longer than a few seconds seemed like an eternity of hell, which was indeed that more intensified as he cried out and Miyu abruptly stopped her activities, pulling away. But, in that pathetic whimper, he had felt a burst of something indescribable, particularly for how quickly it had happened, much like a dam shunning its duty. The incredible tension that had been built up was released and that excruciating throbbing was reduced to a peculiar twinge that reminded Larva much of when he had been suspended by Ranka's marionette strings of light. And as if his senses could have been more ambiguous to his shuddering body, he was plagued by the cracking sound that made the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
Perhaps it could best be described a pianist stepping inside after a brisk walk in the winter and sitting down before their instrument, popping their fingers loudly to relax them and give them better mobility. However, this noise was something that was far from relaxing and so loud was it that it seemed to echo across the void that was Miyu's realm. Larva stared unsurely at the quivering appendage, still completely obscured by his dark cloak. Oblivious to Miyu's apprehensive questions, he extended his arm and gasped softly, becoming aware of the soft material brushing over his. hand.
Ungloved, short-nailed, and strongly resembling the hand of a normal human as it was, no sight in the world could have been more encouraging to the blue-haired servant. He watched in an almost macabre fashion, a small smile gracing his lips when he attempted to flex his fingers and they reluctantly complied. Blinking in surprise, he noticed slender digits lace with his own. He found some difficulty tightening his grasp around them, but a minor detail such as that had no affect in hampering his blissful state.
"Larva? What happened?" Miyu inquired in a weak voice, soft even for her commonly displayed disposition. Wide and golden eyes regarded him expectantly, as if she thought that a simple explanation would suffice.
He gazed at her countenance, finding each detail etching itself into his mind as if it were the first time that he had met this vampire girl. He memorized those sincere eyes and delicate eyebrows, that small nose, and those full pink lips all over again, as if suddenly seeing everything in a new light. He cast a curious gaze around the realm, his blue eyes reflecting the bleak, crimson-tainted area around him. He found it to be no different than he was expecting, yet everything seemed remarkably new. Letting his eyes drift, they finally fell on Miyu's unsure visage, which he now finally noticed the stream of his blood that had escaped her lips and had now flowed slowly down her chin. His lifted his still shaking hand and with none too little effort, succeeded in wiping away the thin trickle with his ungloved thumb. The blood smeared over its surface and he tried to bring it to his lips to remove the small smudge, but was prevented from doing so.
"What happened?" Miyu reiterated, catching that hand in her own and squeezing it so that Larva could feel that this was not a request. However, he remained defiantly silent and somewhat dumbfounded.
Instead of responding verbally, Larva found himself straightening his fingers and spreading apart in her hold. They both watched this action, although Miyu was more perplexed than anything else.
"Your glove is gone," she commented and it struck Larva that she probably didn't understand his unique explanation. "And your hand. looks so human! How deceitful!"
This did snag his attention and his need for a clarification asserted itself. "How so?"
"It just seems unfair that a Shinma like yourself can looks so human, like they way I used to be. You certainly weren't born with these hands, now were you?"
He observed her hands slip over his own, turning over the hand to trace the lines of the palm with the index finger of her opposite hand. Was this his true form? He didn't remember what was natural to him anymore. When he was protecting Miyu- like he had been for nearly a century now- he was required to always be on his guard.
"Perhaps," he answered at last, his voice barely raised above a whisper. He was aware of Miyu's skeptical glances, but disregarded. One couldn't support or deny what they didn't know for themselves, right?
Larva searched his mind, uprooting distant and seemingly insignificant memories of events long ago. He remembered Lemures' and his silly childhood escapades, helping Pazusu take care of the baby Carlua, swordfights with Spartoi; all these things came rushing back in vivid colors. He remembered how angry Pazusu had been when Larva and Lemures had escaped from the castle and sparked havoc in the nearby market, doing more than enough damage to earn them a horrible reputation in the town that lasted until they were nearly completely grown! Worst of all, the other Shinma had blamed Pazusu for their misbehavior!
'First do impressions last forever, though,' he pondered thoughtfully, forgetting his current situation as he lost himself to the memories. Everything seemed so distant now, though. It was distant, yet they were the precise memories that would probably be with him until the fateful day of his death.
'Death seems so unreal. Knowing that I will be with Miyu until her task is completed- for eternity, possibly- makes life itself seem so immaterial.'
Meanwhile, Miyu waited patiently for her companion to awaken from his reverie-like state in silence. In his eyes were reflected the sad afterimages of some event that would never be known to Miyu. She found herself jealous at the thought that there was something that she did not know about her servant, especially when he had known her since before she could remember! She choked bitterly on the rush of emotions that had surfaced so suddenly, her mind filling with thoughts of all the loved ones that she had lost. And not only that, but also a sort of envy that is borne out of not being able to have what to anything else would seem so natural. To a human, death is as natural as birth; to a bird, well, it would probably expect to soar away from this world eventually, wouldn't it? So why Miyu be like that bird, escaping the bounds of this world for a place of eternal slumber. 'Chisato.'
"Larva?" she whispered, hot and salty tears already streaming down her child-like face. He looked down quickly, then blinking once to further clear his mind.
"Miyu, what is it?" He embraced her tightly and ran his slender fingers through her hair in an effort to comfort her.
"Larva?" she whispered between sobs. "Will I ever be able to go to the place where my bird went? Someday?"
"I. will always be with you," he answered after a disheartening pause. Her small hands clenched the fabric of his cloak, undoubtedly creasing its smooth surface with the firmness of her grip. He felt her body shake in his arms and he reminded himself that Miyu was still human in her heart. This is the only true flaw of the guardian, but it was something that Larva sincerely hoped that she would never lose.
"That's. not an. answer," she whispered between sobs. "I. asked you once before. and you said the same thing. It never changes, just as. I never change. and neither does my fate.."
"Shhh." he sounded gently, pausing his hand in her hair to tighten his hold on her grief-racked body. She accepted his closeness and after several more minutes of crying had at length fell silent.
"I'm sorry," she spoke softly, as if a noise any louder would shatter the realm. He remained silent, for he knew that Miyu didn't want him to say anything. After a little while longer, she had fallen asleep in his hold and Larva was grateful that her deceitfully young-looking body had granted her mind a temporary leave from her eternal suffering. Loosening the circle of his arms, Miyu's limp body lolled back against them accordingly.
'Miyu. even I don't understand you some of the time. You can seem so strong and set on your ways, but be so different in just moments. Is this your human heart calling out in agony? You know as well as I that you still have the soul of a human, don't try to lie to yourself. It's unfair, isn't it? I wish you'd never been chosen, I wish I could have put your blood to rest when I had the opportunity so long ago. to save us both so much suffering. Miyu, death is generous. He once visits everyone to end their time in this world, but he seems to have overlooked us per the Osa's request. How cruel it seems that a mere child could be expected to uphold such a destiny! How merciful it would have been for me to have murdered you in your youngest years!'
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This chapter was an unusual break form the assumed plotline of this story, wasn't it? Due to a particular review, I felt that, in the end, they were right in the sense that Miyu and Larva's relationship did need more depth to it. Also, if anyone noticed this, I did try to use references from both manga series'. I own two volumes of the original manga, "Vampire Princess Miyu" and all five of the "New Vampire Miyu." They prove to be very helpful to one's writing, so please expect some other characters to be mentioned throughout the story. That's really all that I have to say for now, so please, please review! I appreciate it more than you know!
Chapter 2: Repent
By Kaen
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Although I did spend some time pondering what to say here, I feel that I'd rather thank those who did appreciate the beginnings of my humble story rather than dwell on the one soul who, unfortunately, did not. I would especially like to thank Renn Ireigh for her generous and insightful comments. I really do appreciate constructive criticism and because of Renn's commentary, I've really tried to incorporate much more detail into my story than I had before. I've also changed the title to something that I feel is more suiting and easier to say because even I was having trouble remembering the exact name I hade given it! Anyway, please enjoy the new chapter!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
'Loneliness is such a cold feeling,' she pondered to herself. 'It's strange. Even after such a relatively short friendship, I can still miss someone's presence so much. But. there is no point dwelling on a sad past. Even for someone like me, I can only give eternal time, but never reverse it and never change what has been done. It's rather ironic isn't it, Larva?'
"Yes," he answered briskly, hearing her musings. Ever since their last encounter, he had been reluctant to share any thoughts with Miyu, a girl who he once, not too long ago, had been the closest, most important person in the world to him.
"You're acting strange, Larva!" she told him nonchalantly. "You're usually a little more insightful than that!"
"I'm sorry."
There. There it was again. Since when had he been forced to be so brief with Miyu? Were they not all that each other had now?
'Yes, she's all that I have now. It wasn't her fault, either. Why did they have to come for me? Why could they not just assume me lost forever and let the subject rest? Why did they care so much? Did I not betray them?' Sighing, he added, 'Why does it matter? Miyu needs me more than I needed them- that much is definitely true. Besides, there is nothing to be done. Carlua and Lemures have long since returned to the west, finally realizing that I was lost to them.'
"You're quiet," her voice broke the chain of his thoughts. She had twisted around in his lap to stare at him with wide, gold-tinted eyes that seemed to lock with his, even through his mask.
"I don't know what to say," he lied, grateful for the mask that hid his diverted eyes.
"Larva?" she continued one, never missing an opportunity to converse with her only friend.
At least, that was the way she saw it. She could tell when his gaze strayed. When she first saw the blood streaming from that high branch, she had been secretly concerned about her loyal companion. This much was evident in the way that she had been closer to him than usual, in the way that she always seemed to be around.
"What is it, Miyu?" he asked, his tone wavering slightly. He drew a deep breath and released is slowly, which Miyu heard and pressed herself even closer to him.
After a slight pause, Miyu asked earnestly, "Do you think she meant to do it?" It seemed that she never grew tired of repeating the question that she must have asked to herself at least a thousand times already. Maybe she already knew the answer, maybe she didn't. Perhaps she just needed to hear it from someone else to confirm it?
"Chisato was a good friend to you. I. don't believe that she would have ever betrayed you had it not been for the interference of Shidon and her Shinma blood."
'I told you that you would be the one who ended up hurt, Miyu. I wish you'd have listened, to save the both of us so much turmoil.' These were the quiet thoughts that echoed in his mind, thoughts that he had trouble rising above.
Miyu shifted her weight, wrapping one arm around Larva's strong neck and the other around his cloaked body. She curled her legs close to her and Larva, as if on cue wrapped a supportive arm around her comparatively small body. She sighed, feeling the warmed black fabric cover and comfort her at the same time. She looked on through nostalgia-mirrored, half-closed eyes. Maybe. there really wasn't anything wrong. He'd always be there for her, wouldn't he?
"Miyu?" a low voice resounded from above her, snapping her out trance-like state. "Do you not feel good? You're so cold, and look rather pale."
"You don't miss much, do you, Larva?" she giggled, her lips forming a surprisingly convincing little smile. Sighing, she continued, "I haven't had anything to drink for a long time, since Chisato's. sleep was initiated."
'It's amazing how Miyu has always managed to avoid the word "death." Her victims, if they could even be called that for how eager they usually are, are never put to death, but instead, are laid down gently for a long and peaceful nap. They never awaken, and they never want to. Is it just to envy them.?' His muses were not voiced, and he settled for simply nodding slightly in acknowledgement.
"Say, Larva, I am really thirsty. Could I. just a little?" Miyu requested earnestly, already shifting again to reach the appropriate level.
Larva compliantly removed his mask and pulled back his hood with his only hand. Brushing the few wisps of stray hair off his neck, he confirmed, "Go ahead."
He almost smiled at the familiarity of the situation. It was reassuring, in a strange sort of way, to feel Miyu's blood and his be exchanged. But, as he had already noted, it was definitely strange. Sighing and ignoring the stinging on his neck that had focused into what felt like two little pinpricks, he instead focused on the warmth returning to Miyu's fingers that had woven themselves into the strands that rested at the base of his neck.
However, just as an old oil lantern can be lit, it can, with just as much ease, be extinguished and Larva felt the sensation of comfort turn to a feeling of harsh needles jabbing him and washing over his entire body. He ground his teeth together and furrowed his brow, resisting the sudden urge to cry out in pain lest it catch Miyu's attention. Just as it had not too terribly long ago, he felt the pain intensify and focus on his injury, burning it and impaling it with ice at the same time. He felt the flesh stir, expanding its area to compensate for the grinding bone that was recreating itself. Muscles and tendons slipped over that new bone, making Larva feel nauseous at the impression. Even the tiniest of veins seem to pride themselves in their agonizing return, splintering out in every which way and threading themselves like string on a needle throughout his reforming flesh.
This continued on, for how long he could not tell, until beads of perspiration ran down his smooth face and the pain became utterly unbearable. What could not have been longer than a few seconds seemed like an eternity of hell, which was indeed that more intensified as he cried out and Miyu abruptly stopped her activities, pulling away. But, in that pathetic whimper, he had felt a burst of something indescribable, particularly for how quickly it had happened, much like a dam shunning its duty. The incredible tension that had been built up was released and that excruciating throbbing was reduced to a peculiar twinge that reminded Larva much of when he had been suspended by Ranka's marionette strings of light. And as if his senses could have been more ambiguous to his shuddering body, he was plagued by the cracking sound that made the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
Perhaps it could best be described a pianist stepping inside after a brisk walk in the winter and sitting down before their instrument, popping their fingers loudly to relax them and give them better mobility. However, this noise was something that was far from relaxing and so loud was it that it seemed to echo across the void that was Miyu's realm. Larva stared unsurely at the quivering appendage, still completely obscured by his dark cloak. Oblivious to Miyu's apprehensive questions, he extended his arm and gasped softly, becoming aware of the soft material brushing over his. hand.
Ungloved, short-nailed, and strongly resembling the hand of a normal human as it was, no sight in the world could have been more encouraging to the blue-haired servant. He watched in an almost macabre fashion, a small smile gracing his lips when he attempted to flex his fingers and they reluctantly complied. Blinking in surprise, he noticed slender digits lace with his own. He found some difficulty tightening his grasp around them, but a minor detail such as that had no affect in hampering his blissful state.
"Larva? What happened?" Miyu inquired in a weak voice, soft even for her commonly displayed disposition. Wide and golden eyes regarded him expectantly, as if she thought that a simple explanation would suffice.
He gazed at her countenance, finding each detail etching itself into his mind as if it were the first time that he had met this vampire girl. He memorized those sincere eyes and delicate eyebrows, that small nose, and those full pink lips all over again, as if suddenly seeing everything in a new light. He cast a curious gaze around the realm, his blue eyes reflecting the bleak, crimson-tainted area around him. He found it to be no different than he was expecting, yet everything seemed remarkably new. Letting his eyes drift, they finally fell on Miyu's unsure visage, which he now finally noticed the stream of his blood that had escaped her lips and had now flowed slowly down her chin. His lifted his still shaking hand and with none too little effort, succeeded in wiping away the thin trickle with his ungloved thumb. The blood smeared over its surface and he tried to bring it to his lips to remove the small smudge, but was prevented from doing so.
"What happened?" Miyu reiterated, catching that hand in her own and squeezing it so that Larva could feel that this was not a request. However, he remained defiantly silent and somewhat dumbfounded.
Instead of responding verbally, Larva found himself straightening his fingers and spreading apart in her hold. They both watched this action, although Miyu was more perplexed than anything else.
"Your glove is gone," she commented and it struck Larva that she probably didn't understand his unique explanation. "And your hand. looks so human! How deceitful!"
This did snag his attention and his need for a clarification asserted itself. "How so?"
"It just seems unfair that a Shinma like yourself can looks so human, like they way I used to be. You certainly weren't born with these hands, now were you?"
He observed her hands slip over his own, turning over the hand to trace the lines of the palm with the index finger of her opposite hand. Was this his true form? He didn't remember what was natural to him anymore. When he was protecting Miyu- like he had been for nearly a century now- he was required to always be on his guard.
"Perhaps," he answered at last, his voice barely raised above a whisper. He was aware of Miyu's skeptical glances, but disregarded. One couldn't support or deny what they didn't know for themselves, right?
Larva searched his mind, uprooting distant and seemingly insignificant memories of events long ago. He remembered Lemures' and his silly childhood escapades, helping Pazusu take care of the baby Carlua, swordfights with Spartoi; all these things came rushing back in vivid colors. He remembered how angry Pazusu had been when Larva and Lemures had escaped from the castle and sparked havoc in the nearby market, doing more than enough damage to earn them a horrible reputation in the town that lasted until they were nearly completely grown! Worst of all, the other Shinma had blamed Pazusu for their misbehavior!
'First do impressions last forever, though,' he pondered thoughtfully, forgetting his current situation as he lost himself to the memories. Everything seemed so distant now, though. It was distant, yet they were the precise memories that would probably be with him until the fateful day of his death.
'Death seems so unreal. Knowing that I will be with Miyu until her task is completed- for eternity, possibly- makes life itself seem so immaterial.'
Meanwhile, Miyu waited patiently for her companion to awaken from his reverie-like state in silence. In his eyes were reflected the sad afterimages of some event that would never be known to Miyu. She found herself jealous at the thought that there was something that she did not know about her servant, especially when he had known her since before she could remember! She choked bitterly on the rush of emotions that had surfaced so suddenly, her mind filling with thoughts of all the loved ones that she had lost. And not only that, but also a sort of envy that is borne out of not being able to have what to anything else would seem so natural. To a human, death is as natural as birth; to a bird, well, it would probably expect to soar away from this world eventually, wouldn't it? So why Miyu be like that bird, escaping the bounds of this world for a place of eternal slumber. 'Chisato.'
"Larva?" she whispered, hot and salty tears already streaming down her child-like face. He looked down quickly, then blinking once to further clear his mind.
"Miyu, what is it?" He embraced her tightly and ran his slender fingers through her hair in an effort to comfort her.
"Larva?" she whispered between sobs. "Will I ever be able to go to the place where my bird went? Someday?"
"I. will always be with you," he answered after a disheartening pause. Her small hands clenched the fabric of his cloak, undoubtedly creasing its smooth surface with the firmness of her grip. He felt her body shake in his arms and he reminded himself that Miyu was still human in her heart. This is the only true flaw of the guardian, but it was something that Larva sincerely hoped that she would never lose.
"That's. not an. answer," she whispered between sobs. "I. asked you once before. and you said the same thing. It never changes, just as. I never change. and neither does my fate.."
"Shhh." he sounded gently, pausing his hand in her hair to tighten his hold on her grief-racked body. She accepted his closeness and after several more minutes of crying had at length fell silent.
"I'm sorry," she spoke softly, as if a noise any louder would shatter the realm. He remained silent, for he knew that Miyu didn't want him to say anything. After a little while longer, she had fallen asleep in his hold and Larva was grateful that her deceitfully young-looking body had granted her mind a temporary leave from her eternal suffering. Loosening the circle of his arms, Miyu's limp body lolled back against them accordingly.
'Miyu. even I don't understand you some of the time. You can seem so strong and set on your ways, but be so different in just moments. Is this your human heart calling out in agony? You know as well as I that you still have the soul of a human, don't try to lie to yourself. It's unfair, isn't it? I wish you'd never been chosen, I wish I could have put your blood to rest when I had the opportunity so long ago. to save us both so much suffering. Miyu, death is generous. He once visits everyone to end their time in this world, but he seems to have overlooked us per the Osa's request. How cruel it seems that a mere child could be expected to uphold such a destiny! How merciful it would have been for me to have murdered you in your youngest years!'
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This chapter was an unusual break form the assumed plotline of this story, wasn't it? Due to a particular review, I felt that, in the end, they were right in the sense that Miyu and Larva's relationship did need more depth to it. Also, if anyone noticed this, I did try to use references from both manga series'. I own two volumes of the original manga, "Vampire Princess Miyu" and all five of the "New Vampire Miyu." They prove to be very helpful to one's writing, so please expect some other characters to be mentioned throughout the story. That's really all that I have to say for now, so please, please review! I appreciate it more than you know!