AN: I wrote a lot of this story a while back after watching the second half of the Owari no Seraph anime and then reading the manga. It's a shame that we may never see the rest of the manga animated because it's phenomenal. Anyway, I'm fascinated with the bond between Mika and Yuu and I was really intrigued by the idea of delving into Mika's psyche because he's such a layered character - as is Yuu- but what can I say, I love my blonde angsty boys! Before you read I want to explain some major things that have happened that have led to where this story starts. THESE ARE MANGA SPOILERS: 1. Mika at one point dies -again- and is reborn as a demon. 2. Mika becomes Yuu's demon and they share the same body and mind, however Mika is able to materialize outside of Yuu's body. 3. Asuramaru get's eaten by Yuu and gives him an immense amount of power. 3. Guren is in Kahoots with Ferid, Krul, and Mahiru and they have plans to sacrifice Mika in order to bring back everyone on earth who has died, which is why Yu and Mika go on the run. 4. The scene begins in Ferid's basement. Yuu has just been infromed that Guren has plans to sacrifice Mika to save the world. Yuu, deep in his mind, is trying to decide whether or not he shoud stay and sacrifice Mika or leave his team and find another way to save the world. Anyway I hope you guys like this, but I'm not sure how well the story will stand on it's own if you haven't read the manga so you've been warned.
Ch1
Alegra
"Please, don't. Don't leave me behind. I simply cannot... I cannot endure this existence without you."
In that moment, Shinoa transcended her usual stoicism, her eyes—a usually impassive fortress—now besieged by tears. With Yuu comatose, his head resting gently in her lap, she was a vision of love incarnate. Her soul was laid bare in the twilight of her heartfelt confession, each word weighted with unspoken emotion. As I, Mika, witnessed this through the lens of Yuu's consciousness, a torment unlike any other seized me. I was a vampire turned demon, my existence now a shadow within Yuu, and I was feeding on his deepest desires. Who was I to obstruct the purity of Shinoa's love? Who was I to deny Yuu the chance at a happiness so profound, so all-consuming? And yet, the insatiable hunger that sustained me, that very essence of my being, refused to yield to the possibility of their union. Why? Why cling to this cursed existence when it meant forfeiting the promise of a love so true?
Shinoa's beauty, in her vulnerability, was a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within me. She loved Yuu—her every word, every tear, a testament to a devotion so fierce it threatened to engulf everything in its wake. And here I was, an interloper in the sanctuary of their moment, despising my very nature. Why should Yuu forsake a world's salvation for me—a lost cause, a creature of the night turned demon by fate's cruel hand?
Yuu's struggle tore at the fabric of my being. His desire to save me, even at the cost of the world's damnation, was both a balm and a poison. Yuu, in his defiance, rejected Shinoa's love, his resolve unyielding, his heart torn between the salvation of a soul bound to him and the salvation of a world on the brink. Through Yuu's innermost thoughts, I beheld the depth of his conflict, his willingness to sacrifice everything for me, igniting a maelstrom of emotions within. Was his love for me as profound as his actions suggested? Or was it the bond we shared, one of loss, blood, and battle, that tethered his fate to mine?
As Shinoa poured her heart out to Yuu, her confession a beacon of light in the encroaching darkness, my own heart ached with a sorrow too deep, too complex to untangle. For in her love for Yuu, I saw what could have been—a world saved, a love fulfilled. And yet, in the selfish recesses of my heart, a glimmer of hope flickered; that perhaps, in this twisted tale of demons and desires, there might still be a place for a love as forbidden as mine.
"Come on, Yuu. Enough of this. You're not alone," Asuramaru's desperate plea echoed through the confines of our shared consciousness, a realm where I resided as an unwilling witness to the unfolding tragedy. Asuramaru's voice, full of desperation, revealed his vulnerability, the imminent danger of being consumed by Yuu's growing greed for power.
"If you're deaf to their cries, then you've become nothing but a monster, a mere puppet dancing to Shikama Doji's whims," Asuramaru accused, his words slicing through the darkness. It was difficult to discern if his concern for Yuu's well-being was genuine or merely a facade, driven by his own urgent motives to save Krull, his sister.
"Ah, they're all there for me," Yuu's acknowledgment came, heavy with a solemn realization, yet distant, as if spoken through a veil of resignation.
"Right," the small, demon-like being nodded, his agreement a silent acknowledgment of Yuu's epiphany.
"I'm not alone. Not anymore," Yuu continued, a statement that should have offered solace but instead deepened the chasm of despair within me. His words, meant to be a declaration of unity, felt like a prelude to an irreversible decision.
"Exactly! Are you finally coming back to your senses?" Asuramaru pressed, hope tinged his voice, a fleeting glimmer in the overwhelming darkness. He reached out, touching the top of Yuu's head in a gesture that seemed to bridge the gap between demon and human, a momentary connection in the chaotic tempest of Yuu's mind.
"Yeah," Yuu's response was distant, detached, a harbinger of the storm that was about to break.
"Then stop this madness, please!" Asuramaru snapped, his frustration a testament to the gravity of our situation, pushing against Yuu in a futile attempt to sway him from the path he was set upon.
"Sorry, Asuramaru. I've worn you out," Yuu's apology, laden with an unexpected remorse, was a confession of the toll his decision had taken on all of us.
"You're telling me," the demon sighed, resigned to his fate, believing the struggle within Yuu's soul had concluded. But beneath the surface, I could feel the unyielding inferno of Yuu's resolve. His desire wasn't diminishing; it was as fierce as ever.
"By the way, I've been sane this whole time," Yuu declared, his voice a stark contrast to the earlier softness, now laden with a terrifying clarity. Without hesitation, he lunged at Asuramaru, his actions that of a predator ensnaring its prey. He began to devour Asuramaru's essence with a relentless fervor, a scene of unspeakable horror unfolding before my eyes.
Asuramaru's aspirations to save his sister evaporated into the void, his emotions of despair and failure resonating within the shared space of Yuu's consciousness. Witnessing this, my heart was torn asunder, the agony of Asuramaru's demise a stark reminder of the monstrous path Yuu had chosen.
Outside this internal cataclysm, Shinoa, her unit, and Lieutenant Gurren struggled to reach Yuu, to pull him back from the precipice on which he teetered. Their efforts, though frantic and filled with desperation, were in vain. Yuu had made his decision, sealing not only Asuramaru's fate but potentially his own.
Through my eyes, this act was not just a moment of sacrifice but a harrowing testament to the lengths Yuu would go to protect what he held dear. In this dark tableau, where loyalty and love battled against the specter of annihilation, I was forced to confront the haunting reality: Yuu was prepared to forsake the world, our friends, and perhaps even himself, to save me. The weight of this realization, heavy with sorrow and an indescribable love, left me ensnared in the tragic beauty of his resolve.
With a breathless "Pwah!" Yuu collapsed forward, the very embodiment of exhaustion. Yet, as quickly as he fell, a radiant light enveloped his form, and I, from my vantage point within his consciousness, felt an immense surge of power flood the space around us. "Yes. I did it," he declared, his voice brimming with genuine satisfaction. "I won!" he exclaimed, slowly sitting up to assume a cross-legged position. His hands folded in his lap, and though he radiated a sense of accomplishment, a discernible hollowness began to echo within his heart, the weight of his decision casting a shadow over his triumph. "Winning feels kind of empty," he mused, frowning slightly.
Turning to me, he extended his hand. "Sword," he commanded, and the power he had wrested from Asuramaru flowed from his palm, enveloping me. I was compelled to consume Asuramaru's desires, which replenished my depleted energy reserves against my will.
"Did you eat?" Yuu inquired, his lips curving into a soft smile.
I found myself speechless. This was not what I desired. I had been more than willing to sacrifice my existence if it meant saving our family, our world. What was my life compared to the lives of billions? This wasn't right, not in the slightest.
"You look upset. Are you angry with me?" Yuu tilted his head, returning to his cross-legged position, his smile undimmed. I could taste his resolve, his desire to connect, yet my guilt was a heavy weight in my chest. I couldn't find a sliver of satisfaction in Yuu's decision.
"Yes, I'm furious!" I snapped. Throughout Yuu's battle with Asuramaru, I had been begging him to stop, to let me go, to save the world, but he had ignored all of my pleas. "Couldn't you hear me! I was telling you to stop the entire time!"
"Yep, I heard you," Yuu stated matter-of-factly, and it took every ounce of my willpower to restrain myself from lashing out at him.
"I am going to kick your ass!" I seethed through gritted teeth.
"Ah ha! I'm sorry!" Yuu laughed, and though he was elated that I stood before him, alive and intact, I knew he felt the weight of his choices. He wasn't taking the situation lightly, but his grin, stretching from ear to ear, revealed his elation at my presence. This was truly what he wanted.
"So, you're going to betray everyone and bring me back to life," I stated, more as an accusation than a question, reminding him once more of my opposition to his decision.
Yuu's face softened, his grin still lingering. "Yes," he responded with no hesitation.
"You're going to blindly follow whatever Shikama Doji tells you?" I pressed, hoping to make him see the folly in his choices.
Yuu's expression shifted suddenly. "Nope," he quickly retorted. "I'm going to do my own thing," he declared, his hands uncrossing from his chest to form tight fists before relaxing in his lap. "Not what Gurren says. Not what Shikama Doji says."
I stared at Yuu, uncertain of his plan and motives, yet he appeared resolute. "Do you have a path you wish to follow, then? What are you thinking?" I asked.
With a deep sigh, Yuu looked up at me. "I do," he answered. "I only want one thing, and that's to protect my family from this cruel, crap-tastic world." He then extended his hand toward me. "Help me with it, okay? Come on."
Gazing into Yuu's green eyes, I knew I should have resisted. Yet, deep down, I yearned for nothing more than to be by his side. Slowly, I reached out and clasped his warm, calloused hand. I was going to help him.
As Yuu succumbed to his decision, a decision that aligned with my deepest desires yet burdened my heart with guilt, he stirred back to consciousness. His eyes fluttered open, directly meeting Shinoa's gaze. Her face, which had been shadowed by worry and fear, brightened instantly upon realizing Yuu was returning to himself. Tears, born of relief and unspoken love, escaped her eyes and traced a path down to land softly on Yuu's cheeks. Witnessing this, I felt a surge of compassion for Shinoa through Yuu's consciousness. He harbored no intention of wounding her, yet in this pivotal moment, he couldn't return her affections. Whether Yuu could ever love her was a question wrapped in uncertainty, a choice I believed he was dismissing too hastily. Yet, the die was cast.
"Yuuichiro!" Shinoa exclaimed, her voice a melody of joy and relief. She smiled through her tears, one hand tenderly brushing away a stray droplet, her happiness in seeing him awake and free from Asumaru's overwhelming darkness.
"I'm sorry, Shinoa," Yuu uttered, his voice laden with regret. He was acutely aware of the heartbreak his next words would cause, but his resolve was ironclad. No force on earth could alter his course now.
Shinoa's fleeting bliss shattered, replaced by a dawning realization of Yuu's intent. Her eyes brimmed anew with tears, a desperate plea escaping her lips, "N-no! Don't you dare say it!"
"I'm leaving," Yuu declared, and in that instant, we were propelled away, a torrent of power marking our departure. The cries of Lieutenant Gurren, Shinoa, and the members of Yuu's team faded into the distance, their calls for him to return, to reconsider, lost to the wind.
Yuu, in that moment, embraced the autonomy he had long been denied. His actions, driven by a love for me and a determination to carve out our path, signified a break from the expectations and manipulations of others. The pain of rejecting Shinoa's love, the anguish of leaving his team behind, weighed heavily on him. Yet, the decision to save me, to stand against the world if need be, was a testament to his unwavering commitment.
From my vantage point within him, I could feel the depth of Yuu's sorrow for causing Shinoa pain. Her love for him, pure and unyielding, clashed with his own love for me—a love that compelled him to forsake the familiar for the unknown. This moment wasn't merely about rejecting Shinoa or defying his comrades; it was about Yuu asserting his will, choosing a path defined by his values, his love, and his vision for a future where we could stand together against the odds.
This decision, fraught with sacrifice and heartache, highlighted a pivotal turning point: Yuu was no longer a pawn in the grand schemes of others. He was a free agent, driven by a profound love and a resolve to protect what he held dear, even if it meant walking a path lined with thorns. And as much as my heart ached for Shinoa and the team we were leaving behind, I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude and love for Yuu, for choosing us, for choosing me, in the face of insurmountable odds.