The girl passed out before they reached the bedroom. When awake, she had laid limply in his arms, eyes fluttering open every now and then, but mostly remaining closed.
Worry clenched in Mika's gut. He didn't know how much blood Ferid had drunk from her, but if it left Kyali on the edge of consciousness, and now unconscious, it must have been quite a lot. From what he'd heard from Lacus and René, the human soldiers of the Japanese Imperial Demon Army healed, because of their demon contracts, much faster than normal, and could stay on their feet with the amount of blood loss that would leave a regular human in critical condition.
But they had also mentioned that their demons had varying degrees of power. Mika hoped that Kyali's was powerful enough to keep her alive, and that this was nothing too serious.
Ferid's name definitely should be turned into a curse word. One that parents washed their children's mouths out with soap for saying.
The red blanket had been tossed aside, and the bathroom door was open. It looked like she had woken up not long after he went to talk to René and Lacus.
This time, instead of laying her on top of the blankets, Mika adjusted his grip his charge and pulled down the bedspread, then lowered her onto the sheet and pillow before tucking the blanket over her small form.
Moving Kyali's hair aside with the tips of his fingers, Mika surveyed the bite wound. Two deep punctures marred the human's right shoulder. The punctures were still bleeding slightly, but it appeared that they had already begun to close. Still, the wound should be cleaned to not risk infection, and should be shielded from the air while it healed.
Mika rummaged in the bathroom for antiseptic and bandages, and went to work. After soaking a small cloth with antiseptic and wiping the remaining blood from the punctures, he dabbed ointment on them with a different cloth. He then covered the wound and secured it with a bandage.
Now that was done. Next, the girl needed to get something in her system to help replace the nutrients that she lost and help her body recover. He would get one of those energy drinks they gave to the livestock children, Mika decided, and some more food. She was bound to be hungry when she woke up.
Wshhhhhhhhhhhh.
Whaaahhhhhhhhh.
Wshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
The sound of waves voicing themselves as they washed and crashed against the beach's shoreline whistled in Kyali's mind. Hearing was the only sense she could access right now; her view was dark. Taste, touch, and smell were lost to her; they did not exist.
Not yet.
Smell returned next, like a lost child hurrying to their home. The crisp, but mellow, saltiness of the ocean's water filled the air, surrounding her.
It was like she was floating. Still in the shallows of sleep, yet she held a sliver of wakefulness, vaguely aware of the position of her body in reality. But that was not what was important right now. What took the main focus was the scene beginning to unfold itself in her mind's eye.
Then came sight, along with the voices.
A little girl, standing by a car, next to a woman who was far taller. The girl was no more than six years of age. She wore a school uniform, her long black hair done up in a ponytail. She stood idly by, shifting from one foot to another while the woman was leaning over into the car's passenger seat and shuffling with something.
"Mommy," the little girl asked, "where are we going?"
"We're going on a trip, dear." The voice of the woman came in answer.
"A trip? Where?" Excitement showed in the little girl's voice, and her face lit up as she perked to attention. "Like a field trip? Or a…" she began to bounce from one foot to the other, "…a vacation?"
"Not quite a –," the reply was cut off by a grunt as the woman shifted something inside the car, "vacation, dear. But it will be a looong trip."
"A long trip where? Where are we going to? Am I gonna miss school?" The little girl asked insistently. She didn't mind missing school; like most children her age, she quite liked the idea.
"You will be missing a few days of school, yes," came the answer, which was followed by a happy shout from the little girl. "Alright," the woman stood up with a long exhale and put a hand on her hips while looking into the car, evidently satisfied with her work, "let's go. Get in."
The woman's voice was light and kind as she opened the back door of the car. The young child slipped into the seat, woman shutting the door after her before getting into the driver's side.
"Oh!" The little child exclaimed as if she just remembered something important. "Is Daddy coming, too? Will we see Daddy? Will he be there?"
"Not this time, sweetie," the woman answered as she started the vehicle. "Daddy's working." A disappointed "awwww" resounded from the back seat, and the car headed down the road.
The scene shifted, and the young child was now seated in a building, while two adults, the woman and now a man the child had never seen before, were conversing in front of her. The man wore a white lab coat, and was holding a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other.
"Is this the one?" The man asked, gesturing to the little girl.
"Yes, this is her. I'm sure you'll find her quite useful."
The man looked at his clipboard before raising his head back to face the woman. He lowered his voice, but the young child was still close enough to be able to hear the words. "Are you sure about this, Mrs. _?" The name could not be made out. "She is your daughter. Perhaps they could make an excep –."
The woman shook her head, cutting the man off. "No. This is too important to be making exceptions. It was agreed to willingly by my husband and me."
Now losing interest, the little girl swung her legs – they did not reach the floor, short as she was – and looked around the room, her eyes trailing along the ceiling. The next thing she knew, her mother was calling her.
"Come here." The woman gestured to her daughter, and the little child hopped off the chair and came to the adults. "You will go with this man, now. Mommy will leave you here and come back to get you later, okay?"
The little girl looked from the man to the woman. She didn't know this man, he was a stranger, and she wanted to stay with her mother. She had a bad, uneasy feeling about this man, too – something that told her to run away, fast and far. "But Mommy, I don't want to go." She pleaded.
"You have to go, dear."
No, this wasn't what was supposed to happen; this was not what her mother had told her. They were supposed to be going on a trip together. The young child reached out and clung to her mother, small hands gripping the woman's arm. "But, Mommy, please. I want to stay with you, let me stay with you. I don't want to go."
The woman pried off the child's hands, "You can't stay with me now. You have to go with him."
"But –." Tears cracked the little girl's voice.
"Go with this man, and be good." The woman's voice, though mostly kind, lilting with the way an adult speaks to a young child, had a slight, barely detectable edge to it. "Behave, and do everything these people tell you to." The little girl still clung her mother, shaking her head. "Go. If you don't go, Mommy won't love you anymore."
A distraught gasp came from the little girl. "But, Mommy –!"
"If you don't, Mommy won't love you anymore. Do you hear me?" Her voice was still kind, despite her words. "Go, now. Go, or Mommy won't love you anymore."
The little girl let out a distressed cry as she let herself be taken away by the man, further into the building. "Mommy…."
The surroundings shifted again. This time, things were blurry, and she couldn't quite see. Something transparent and clear was in front of her, and she could hear beeping from somewhere, though she couldn't tell where the sound was coming from.
She couldn't move; she might have been strapped down onto something, but there was no way to be sure.
It would have been better if touch and taste had stayed gone.
The next moment, horrible pain racked the little girl's body. She screamed in agony, writhing involuntary against whatever it was that held her still. A horrible taste filled her mouth, but she couldn't identify what it was nor where it came from. The pain stopped for a moment, only to start again as quickly as it had ended. Fire seared through her veins, her muscles, and she couldn't see, her vision going white, then red, then white.
Tears pooled in her eyes and spilled over to trail down her cheeks as she wailed and cried, pain coursing through her young body. She wanted to call out to her mommy, her daddy, for anyone, to just make it stop, make it stop.
(It hurts, it hurts! Make it stop! Please, make it stop!)
But she couldn't, she dared not say anything, even as she screamed while the waves of white-hot agony rolled over her. She had to be good, she had to behave and let that man and these people do what they wanted.
If you don't, Mommy won't love you anymore.
A brief respite, which the child used to gasp and catch her breath, before a sharp feeling of something else, and then more pain, eliciting a piercing, shrill cry from the girl. Her voice was raw now, her face uncomfortably wet and slick with tears. Her muscled constricted, her back arching and only adding to the horrible pain that she felt.
She wanted to leave, beg them to let her go, to go home. She didn't want to be here.
Slowly, finally, her limbs began to grow numb, and her vision turned gray, the world fading into nothingness. Before it did, a voice echoed through her mind.
If you don't, Mommy won't love you anymore.
The events of the dream she had were slipping away, leaving an echo of a voice, and that, too, quickly faded. It was as if she hadn't dreamed at all.
Someone was shaking her left shoulder. Kyali let out an irritated, incoherent mumble and slightly turned away from the nuisance, nuzzling into the warm blanket that covered her. Her body felt weak and sluggish. She just wanted to go back to sleep and for whatever was pestering her to stop and let her have peace.
No such luck.
The shaking grew more insistent, and a voice was added to the prodding. "Kyali. Kyali, wake up." Mika's voice insisted.
Kyali groaned in protest and opened her eyes in annoyed slits, glaring at the speaker, who was sitting next to her on the bed. "Whaaat? Le' me sleep." She whined groggily.
Mika let out what sounded like a relieved sigh, then moved from the bed to the chair beside it. "You need to drink this. Here." His arm wrapped around her shoulders and lifted her up into a seated position, then he brought a gray juice pouch to her mouth. Not having the strength to even sit up on her own or hold the container of whatever he was giving her, the raven-haired girl let him.
As soon as its contents reached her tongue, Kyali grimaced at the strange taste and pasty texture, but drank it anyway. Mika was taking care of her, after all; if he said she needed this, she would trust that he knew what he was doing, and cooperate.
While she did, Kyali noticed that she was no longer on top of the bedspread, covered in a small blanket. Instead, she was properly in bed, resting between the sheets and under the blue-and-green covers.
"Yewgh, what was that?" Kyali asked when she was finished and the liquid was gone.
The boy looked at her apologetically as he laid her back down on the bed. "It's an energy drink, or nutrient replacement, that the children here are given after the vampires take their blood." He explained.
"…oh," was all she could find to say. The blue-eyed teenager nodded.
"And here." Mika took a thermos from where it had been placed on the nightstand and showed it to the human. "You must be hungry, right?"
"Yes." Kyali affirmed, and her stomach decided to use that moment to growl, leaving no doubt. She had been hungry before she had passed out from blood loss, and now that the drowsiness of just waking up was gone, she could feel that she was even more so.
After setting the thermos back down, Mika took some pillows and propped them up behind her, then adjusted Kyali to recline against them. He then took the container in his hands once more. Unscrewing the thermos lid, Mika scooted a bit closer in in chair. A spoon appeared in his hand.
"There's more meat in this one," he told her. He dipped out a spoonful of the soup from the thermos and brought it to the girl's mouth, which Kyali accepted gratefully. "But it's still light."
He was right; though mostly thin broth, there were some small pieces of meat mixed in the soup that she had to chew.
Mika continued to spoon-feed her. Though she wasn't against the attention as a matter of principle – it actually felt kind of nice –, it was a little irksome, not to mention embarrassing, to not be able to feed herself. It made Kyali feel like a kid – a baby. But it couldn't be helped; her body would have to replenish the blood that she lost, and that other vampire – Ferid, is what Mika called him? – had sucked quite a lot from her. Her body would be quite weak until then.
Although….
(Hanai'ame-Rin.)
No answer.
(Ame-Rin. What are you doing?)
Something that sounded suspiciously like a yawn. (Huh? Oh. That. Well, you didn't die.)
Short and exasperated. (Ame-Rin.)
(What?)
(I know I didn't die. But I'm still very weak.)
(I'm only so powerful, you know.)
(But you could still help me out some more, make my blood replenish faster.)
(Nah. You'll be fine. You can recover the rest of the way on your own.)
An internal sigh. (Fine. Be that way.)
(Will do.)
The conversation with her demon ended, the human girl made another internal sigh. Why did she get such a laid-back demon? Though Kyali supposed that, in many ways, it was a good thing.
She turned her attention from her thoughts back to her surroundings. Mika held up one last spoonful, and the raven-haired girl opened her mouth and took it, chewing and swallowing.
"Thanks." She said, watching as Mika set the empty thermos, with the spoon inside, down on the nightstand.
"Of course." He answered.
Though her limbs were weary, Kyali wasn't sleepy, and her mind was wide awake and clear. The events from earlier were coming back to the front of her thoughts; now would be a good time to ask about what the other, older-looking vampire had said.
She had certain she had heard right, even in her semi-conscious state. The man had spoken of a seraph, just like they had. That had caught her attention and sparked confusion and interest in her clouded mind. But what had truly triggered red flags and alarm bells was the mention of "Hyakuya", and the fact that the vampire had called Mika that name.
What was going on with that? She needed to know.
"Mika." Kyali addressed the vampire boy by the bed.
"Yes?" His eyes moved to focus on her, questioning.
"That…that vampire –."
"Ferid." Mika cut her off. "His name is Ferid Bathory. He's…he's a horrible person, Kyali. An awful person." Mika's gaze had a faraway, almost haunted, look as he spoke, as if his mind had gone elsewhere. Kyali's features softened in concern, one that the blue-eyed teen didn't notice, wondering just what he was thinking about – what had happened to give him that expression and say that about Ferid.
Not that Kyali doubted the description for even a fraction of a second. She had seen enough of that vampire to figure that out for herself, and he'd also had an atmosphere about him that made her uneasy and screamed run!
"The things he's done, and would do…." Mika continued, his eyes still fixed on something not in the room. "He's a monster, Kyali. You need stay away from him, avoid him as much as possible."
Kyali nodded, showing him that she understood. She didn't ask about the matter; it was probably something personal, and if not, then definitely something painful to talk about.
"So, Ferid." Kyali switched back to her original topic before Mika could use this one as a reason to scold her again. She felt stupid enough as it was. When she spoke, his mind came back to the present and his eyes turned their focus on her. "I heard him say the word 'seraph' a few times. And…he called you 'Hyakuya.' Why? What was that about?"
A pause. Mika took a deep breath. Then, he began to tell Kyali, in a low voice. "Hyakuya was the name of the orphanage I grew up in." The girl's eyes widen at the revelation. "My family – the other kids – and I took it as our surname."
So, the Hyakuya Sect had had an orphanage? Kyali wasn't sure if she'd heard about that. She racked her brain for the memory. Something vague and formless stirred in the depths of her mind. Maybe she had heard about it somewhere – some offhand comment by someone, perhaps. But where?
But that was not what was most important.
Kyali couldn't believe her ears. This boy, who was a vampire, had been part of that? "So, then, that means…you were part of the Hyakuya –."
"The Hyakuya Sect, yes." Mika finished her sentence for her. "They were using us." Mika's eyes bore into hers. There was something desperate about his gaze. "You know of it." It was half statement, half question. Kyali couldn't help but think he sounded like he was holding back.
She nodded. "Yes. I know of it."
"So, then, you know what they were doing? You recognized the word 'seraph'…." Mika continued to stare at her.
"The Seraph of the End Project experiments." She answered softly. Just where was this going?
It was Mika's turn to nod. "So, you do know." He sounded somewhat relieved. "That's what Ferid was talking about when he called me Hyakuya, and when he used the word 'seraph.' He was talking about you and me and…a friend of mine. I, and my friend, was born with the seraph gene, and was experimented on by that organization. The vampires ran a blood test on you when you were brought here; it said that you had the seraph gene, too, and that…and that you showed signs of being experimented on. Is that how you know of it?"
This vampire boy was a seraph, just like her? It was almost too much for Kyali to take in all at once. She had never expected to have to bring up that part of her life again. And especially not among vampires, whom up until now she had been certain had nothing to do with any of it.
"Yes." She answered. She took a breath before continuing. "That is how I know. My family was part of the organization. When I was little, my parents handed me over to the Hyakuya Sect's scientists to be experimented on."
"Your own parents…?" Mika repeated in a hushed tone of disbelief, looking almost, but not quite, stunned. As if he had encountered something like it before, but still had a hard time believing such things occurred in the world.
"Yeah." She didn't want to think about it she didn't want to think about it, but she knew, that somehow, this was important, and needed to be talked about. "They were devoted to the Hyakuya organization and the Seraph of the End Project. So, when they discovered that I had the seraph gene, they agreed to hand me over to be used as a test subject. At least they didn't give me away when I was a baby." Kyali sighed at that one small, small, bright side. "I was in first grade when they abandoned me.
And she wanted to stop thinking about it stop thinking about it, don't think about the men in white lab coats and metal tables and pain and syringes and tubes that caged her in and being dragged back into the walls of a cold building and –
Wait a minute.
Wait.
A flash of memory resurfaced, and Kyali's eyes went wide, snapping to stare at Mika.
No way. Nuh-uh.
She was eight years old, being led by a scientist deeper into the building, after having returned from a brief outing that she was sometimes allowed to have. In the midst of adults milling around, a figure caught her eye, and she turned her head to look. A little boy, no more than four or five years old, sat on a metal bench against the wall. His hair was blond and ruffled. Blue eyes gazed into space.
A boy with blond hair and blue eyes, in Japan. Part of the Hyakuya experiments. He looked just like a younger version of….
"Kyali? What's wrong?" Mika questioned, having noticed her staring at him.
"You…. I've seen you!" Her exclamation wasn't quite a shout, her voice wasn't raised, but was infused with so much incredulity and shock that it might as well have been. "In one of their buildings, when we were kids, you were sitting on a bench, and I walked past you. I've seen you before."
The boy question now also widened his eyes, and let out a short, disbelieving chuckle. "I see…." Another short, single chuckle of amazement. "But I…I don't remember. I don't remember any of the experiments, or anything surrounding it, even though it happened until I was eight. The only reason I know is because I was told." He looked at her questioningly. "How do you remember it?"
"They did try to take my memories," Kyali explained, forcing herself to endure having to keep thinking about those events, "but it never worked. I don't know why." She shrugged her shoulders, noticing that there was a bandage over her bite wound once her hair brushed against it at the motion. "I've always had a good memory."
"I see." Mika nodded, then spoke before Kyali could add anything else. "Do you, by any chance, know a boy by the name Yuichiro Hyakuya? He's my age."
Kyali's eyes narrowed in thought. "'Yuichiro'…?" She did know of someone by that name – though she hadn't heard his last name –, and had seen them, only at a passing glance, about a month or two ago. She wasn't sure it if was the same person Mika was speaking of, however. "What does he look like?"
"He has green eyes and black hair."
So it was the same person. "Yes, I know who you're talking about."
"You know him?" Mika perked up at her answer, excitement evident in his voice.
"I don't know him personally, but I know of him. I've seen him a few times, not too long ago, but we never spoke." For obvious reasons. Yuichiro didn't exactly speak English. Though they probably wouldn't have interacted much even if they could communicate with each other. They were just in completely different circles.
"So, you know where he is?" His excited tone didn't die down.
"Unless he was moved. But…why are you asking me this?" Kyali knew the answer, or was pretty sure she did, but she wanted to be certain.
"Yuichiro is my friend – the friend I was talking about earlier, who also has the seraph gene. We were saved from the Hyakuya Sect, but now the humans have him again, and are using him to experiment on for the same project as the others. I want to save him, to get him out of there, before they turn him into something horrible."
That…wouldn't surprise her at all, actually. If the JIDA got hold of someone with the seraph gene, just like they had her, there was no doubt that they would experiment on them. The only reason they had stopped with Kyali was because of the sudden language switch, which was about the most her body had responded to all the years of experimentation.
And now Mika wanted to save his friend, who was in the same situation that she had been. Kyali could understand that. But something wasn't quite adding up. Yuichiro was human. And she had seen Mika as a human, but now he was a vampire, with the same colored eyes that he'd had then. Kyali didn't usually like to pry, but if Mika was making this involve her, she had the right to know. She needed to know all that was going on here.
She thought for a moment about how to phrase the question. "Mika…you say were saved from the organization, and now humans have your friend 'again'. Is that why…?" Kyali trained off, but they both knew the rest of the question.
Is that why you're still here, as a vampire, Mika?
The blue-eyed vampire had the faraway look in his eyes again, and looked like he didn't want to talk about it, but he answered anyway. With a nod, he said, "My family from the orphanage was brought here when the virus killed all the adults. Four years ago, when Yu and I were twelve, we all tried to escape. Ferid caught us, and…Yu escaped, but I almost died, and Krul, the queen here, turned me into a vampire to save me."
(Queen…? Ah. The pink-haired vampire girl. That explains a lot.) She thought, briefly thinking back to when she had been interrogated.
Mika didn't say what happened to the other children in his family. Kyali didn't ask; she could imagine, with the way the blue-eyed teen – who Kyali now knew actually was a teenager – talked so ill of Ferid and the haunted look he had in his eyes. She pushed those thoughts down before she could mull over them long enough to start to cry, and instead asked a different question.
She looked at the vampire quizzically. "But, you were twelve, and vampires don't age so…how…?" Mika clearly looked every bit a sixteen-year-old.
"I'm not a complete vampire, because I haven't drunk human blood." He explained, his eyes still downcast. "I survive off the blood of the one who turned me. Until I drink human blood and become a complete vampire, I'll still age."
"So that's why your eyes are still blue."
Mika nodded. He then put his hand on the bed, next to Kyali. "Kyali, the three of us, Yuichiro," he used his family member's full name as to not cause confusion with the next word, "you, and me…we're seraphs, and we've each been experimented on and used by these humans. If we could stick together, if you could help me find him and save him…."
Now it all made sense. What Mika had said before, the kind treatment he was giving her. "Mika, is this what you meant when you said that we aren't enemies?" She asked him.
"Yes. That's why. I'm only with the vampires right now because I have no choice. But I hate them, for what they've done, for the monsters they are. And I can't side with the humans, either, because of what they have done. You and I…we are allies in this. That is, we could be, if you want to…." Mika looked at her pleadingly and curled his gloved fingers into the bedspread, clutching the blue-and-green colored material. "Please. Will you help me? Will you help me find Yu-chan and rescue him?"
Kyali smiled at him, and dragged enough energy out of her limp arm to place her hand on top of his. "I don't know how much help I'll be, but I can try. I will help you."
It would be hard. Figuring out the logistics of all of it and forming an actual plan – that amounted to a jailbreak and going against the JIDA and, well…committing treason – would be a mess. A huge mess.
But she understood. If Kyali were to have a friend in that situation, she would try to do the same thing, to heck with the consequences. She'd only been with the JIDA because they were really the only "safe" place she could be, the only ones who were fighting the vampires. And because of her squad, her friends. She'd had nowhere else to go.
But now her friends were gone (no, stop, don't think about it you're gonna cry, stop) and she had nothing to anchor her there anymore.
She would help him.
At her answer, Mika let out a huff of relief, and his features became adorned with a genuine smile – the first real smile Kyali had seen from him, unlike the strained one from before. He covered her hand with his own so that hers was sandwiched between his, and curled his fingers around her palm. "Thank you."
Kyali smiled back and nodded. "You're welcome."
They sat like that for a few moments. Then, Mika got up and gathered up the things on the nightstand.
"Where are you going?" Kyali asked.
"I going to talk to Krul, the queen. See if I can keep Ferid from hurting you again." Mika paused at the door with his hand on the knob, and turned back to her with a pointed look. "Get some rest, and stay here."
The black-haired girl gave a small smile and lifted her hand a centimeter to give the vague impression of a mock salute. "I will." She was starting feel a little sleepy, anyway.
"Good." Mika said with a curt nod and a small smile back, then left the room.
That last order wasn't needed. It wasn't like Kyali could leave the room if he locked the door. Or if she could barely move.
Kyali minutely shook her head in wonder. Life was throwing so much at her. Though, not everything was something she wanted to dodge.
How many tiles did the ceiling have, again?
(She agreed.) Relief had washed over Mika when Kyali had said that, and still lingered. He took a chance, and it turned out in his favor. Now, he had an ally.
And he had to try to protect that ally.
He now found himself in the throne room. Krul had finished her meeting a little bit ago. Good. This was urgent.
"Ah, Mika." She greeted. She was standing by the steps to her throne, and turned in his direction.
"Krul, I need to talk to you." He said, his tone serious, as he came to stand next to her.
"What is it?" The pink-haired vampire queen cocked her head in question.
"Ferid found Kyali –."
"Kyali is the human girl?"
"Yes. She was wandering around outside her room, and Ferid found her. He drank her blood and almost killed her." Krul's eyes narrowed at that. "She's okay now," Mika hurriedly explained, "and I've ordered her not to leave the room and to stay away from Ferid, but…he still might try something. Is there any way to keep him away from her?"
Krul thought for a moment, putting an index finger to her chin. She then smiled and nodded. "Don't worry about your little friend, Mika. Leave it to me. I'll take care of Ferid." She turned and began to walk up to her throne.
Mika let out a small sigh of relief. He'd been doing that a lot, lately. "Thank you, Krul."
The vampire queen sat down on her throne. "Is there anything else?"
"No, that's it."
"Then go." She waved her hand to shoo him off. "I have some business to take care of, now."
Mika nodded, and left the throne room. Good, now that was out of the way. He wondered just what Krul had up her sleeve.
"Your Majesty, my love! To what do I owe the pleasure of being called to be in your most wondrous presence?" Ferid stood at the steps and bowed to Krul, who was sitting cross-legged on her throne.
"Spare me your meaningless sweet talk, Ferid." The queen waved her hand dismissively. "I called you here because I have a mission for you. I need you on front lines, to lead our troops into an upcoming battle."
-Author's Note-
So. Much. Dialogue. I tried to make it flow, but it might be a little clunky, especially with Kyali and Mika's conversation. Please tell me what you think, and if you have any tips.
I'm also not sure about the timeline, so please excuse my guestimation.
Also, happy late birthday, Krul! Turns out her birthday is the same as mine. Howabout that.
Oh, and I don't own Seraph of the End in any way.
Feel free to leave comments and questions!
'Til next time!
-Sky