I can't believe I'm writing a MikaYuu fanfic...

And Pika, I'm sorry if I treated your babies too harshly. The author of Owari no Seraph did it, too.

So at the end, I was legit considering making Yuu go through Marie Antoniette Syndrome, or what Kaneki went through when his hair turned white and his fingernails turned black.

But I won't. I promise.

I drew the picture~

Welp, let's get on with it.

Yuu's POV

I knew that Shinoa would try to chase me into the small room I entered, my bunker, so I didn't bother trying to stop her.

"Yuu! Guren needs to talk to you!" I could hear her squeaky, sarcastic voice echo down the hallway, "He's also going to be talking to Mikaela!"

At her last word, I stopped. It's normal that Guren would send me to go on a mission with Mika. But then we'd probably end up gaining more popularity, and that's what I'm trying to avoid. The more people talk, the more distorted a rumor could get before they start assuming that I have something going on with Mika. If it happens again, that'd be the fourth time in the past two months.

Missions. The war. The Apocalypse. Now you're most likely under the impression that this would mean zombies or Armageddon or something alien attacking the planet. No. After World War 3, everyone was thrown into chaos due to an uprising that us humans caused ourselves.

Now, we're not alone in our cruel, isolated world. What we once knew as demons and angels have sabotaged out planet, causing pain amd terror at each and every turn. No matter where you go, you'll always feel that essence of fear that emits from every living soul.

They roam the Earth, searching for something. Or someone. That's why we're here. To find out what their objective is and destroy their plans. Then we can reclaim the Earth back into our greedy hands and learn how to live again.

Ironically, Mikaela and I, Yuichiro, have been paired together and given the nicknames Angel and Demon. Or Dark and Light. Just about anything philosophical that contrasts.

As I clip my blade onto the holster, I think about Mika. No one really knows who he is, he just appeared in front of out headquarters and stated that he could help us. I was here since I was young. This cursed, dreaded war has been going on since 2012 a few days after I turned eight, and now I'm going on seventeen.

Almost ten years. It feels like an eternity that's been filled with nothing but pain, loss, death, and sorrow.

There'd be the occasional spark of hope I'd see within someone's eyes as they see our side begin to gain an advantage, but that would die off and fear would take its place soon after.

That's why I fight. I want to reignite that spark and spread that hope among the entire army so that we'd actually have a chance to win. To fight. To take back what was originally ours.

I sighed, clearing my mind of these cluttered thoughts and reached for the door handle that leads into Guren's office. That is, until the aluminum door collided with my face.

A long stream of curses could be heard from about halfway across the building, and this place takes up about twenty acres. Yeah, I'm a loud as fuck dumbass, don't remind me.

Rather than an amused look, the lieutenant colonel's face was cloaked with worry and alarm. This sent chills down my spine, due to the obvious fact that he never acts like this after attemting to knock me unconscious.

Pressing my fingers firmly against my nose to stop the blood from leaking down my face, I kept my ears open, wanting to hear what could be more important than hitting me with a metal door.

"It's Mikaela. The demons have taken him." he beckoned me inside, revealing the hige chunk of wall and ceiling missing. How did I not hear any of this? Was I that lost in my thoughts? Not to mention that Mika was taken? There's no way. He's too experienced in the element of surprise for it to have an effect on him! So how did the demons take Mika?!

I knew I was overreacting, but I, being the moron I always am, ran off following the slight traces of blood that someone, most likely Mika, had left behind.

No, Mika's too important for me to lose. If it weren't for him, I would've given up on any hope at all that we would me, set aside when it would end. He's the main reason this dream to win still lives on and never dies. If we lose him, we lose our chnaces of invigorating the army to keep fighting for victory.

I could hear calls from behind me, ordering me to coming back. I ignored them. I can't lose Mika. Even though I hate to admit it, he's basically family and the only person left that I trust. It's strange because I've know Shinoa, Yoichi and the others far longer than him.

The blood trail I was following turned into more of a river, sending a trickle of fear through my mind, growing more intense with every passing second. Why would the demons take Mika alive? Judging by the amount of blood he's lost, he could be on the verge of death.

At this moment, fear was the only thing motivating me to take each step on the rocky ground. If Mika dies, what would become of the army? Of me? It's highly possible that this could lead me back into my horrible depressed side that Asuramaru has to deal with.

Asuramaru is my sword, which is possesed by a demon. Occasionally, demons and angels turn on their own kind and help the humans. Almost everyone in the army has one. Shinoa has this badass scythe while Yoichi learned to manifest his bow to make it more powerful.

He apparently has some kind of "relationship" with his demon that makes the attacks inflicted more effective. I need to learn how to do that, but Shinoa won't answer and Yoichi doesn't know.

I see a scene in front of me that leaves me devastated. Mika is on the ground, cringing in pain. The tips of his creamy colored hair were streaked with red. He was surrounded by demons. I could feel natural fury rush through my veins as I darted forward to stab one straight through the stomach.

They vanished. They were mere tricks of the eye. Illusions. Laughter of a young girl rang out, surprising me.

"Oh dear, I didn't expect the hero to stab the hostage he was here to save. Looks like Mikaela really is going to die after all. I was going to spare him, but you took the fun of killing him from me." it was said in a manner of pouting, and the meaning of the words left me trying to grasp the concept of her meaning. I stabbed M-

Horrified at the idea, I looked down Asuramaru's black and green blade to where it was lodged into Mika's chest, a look of terror crossing my features.

No. Please no. How the fuck could I do this?! It's my fault, falling for a kid's stupid illusion. Speaking of the devil, she revealed herself from the shadows. Her pale bubblegum colored hair flowed past her knees. Her outfit barely covered her, proving her to be a demon. But she had to be royalty, due to the fact that there was a smaller demon accompanying her.

Hatred was the only thing on my mind when she showed her face. I began to withdraw my sword from Mika's center when he let out a small cry of pain, making me hesitate.

"Aww, the killer's in love with the victim~!" she sang with pure amusement. Damn demon.

"Yuu-chan," I looked down at him, scalding tears running down my cheeks, "Don't listen to her... It's not your-" he coughed, blood staining his white cloak.

"Sh-shut up," I bit my tongue, trying desperately to not cry harder than I already am, "Just don't say anything."

His hands weakly grasped the blade embedded in his chest, taking a deep breath and pulling it out. "Yuu-chan. Please don't cry."

Is this the last time I'll hear Mika's voice? Is this the last time I'll see his sapphire orbs alight with hope and determination? These painful questions came quickly as he just layed there, bleeding out. There's nothing I could do about it, just sit there and sulk about it.

I fell to my knees, my body quaking violently with each sob. I know it's my fault. If I hadn't been reckless, I would've noticed that they were illusions.

Not to mention that Mika wasn't even hurt in the first place. Someone planned this out very well. My sobs racked from my body relentlessly as I lost control of my emotions.

The girl stood there, watching us. Her amusement seemed to have disappeared and was replaced with an undescribable look.

"Yuu-chan, go. Please." Mika begged me softly, obviously struggling to cling to what little life he has left, "Don't linger here. Idiot."

I felt powerless. Helpless. My family is dying. I've known him through the entirety of this war. I can't lose Mika now!

"No. Mika-"

"JUST GO!" he yelled, obviously pained to do so. Knowing that he's putting himself in more pain just to ensure my safety makes the tears faster, leaving burning ribbons upon my cheeks. My ebony colored hair covered my eyes, cloaking the forest of sorrow within.

"If you don't, then you might die too. Then our family would cease to exist." Mika's blue eyes connected with my green ones, showing care and compassion. This is why I can't lose him. No matter what the situation, he'd always be the optimist. And I, the pessimist who always believes something will go wrong one way or another.

"You should listen to him, he's right." the demonic girl said soberly. I glared up at her, figuring that she's the one responsibly for this dirty trick, "This wasn't my doing. I assisted in taking him, but not in that trap. That was all Ferid Bathory."

I narrowed my eyes at the name. He's heard of here, he's one of the top nobles on the demon's side. I felt hostility towards her, yet she didn't seem all that evil.

"Then who the hell are you?!" I screamed, slipping my arms underneath Mika and lifting him up. He let out a startled breath, but didn't complain. She watched me with every move I made, not breaking eye contact.

"You really want to know? My name is Krul Tepes." there was something very familiar about her name, I just couldn't put my finger on it. I didn't care. I just wanted to save Mika.

A hand rested itself gently upon my cheek, wiping away the tears from my eyelashes.

"Yuu-chan... Don't cry for me..." Mika managed a weak smile before something flickered behind his eyes. The light faded, and I felt myself break apart. His arm fell loosely to his side.

"MIKA!" I screamed into the cold air, wishing for him to come back, "NO!" Dammit. It's my fault.

I couldn't find the strength to carry Mika any longer, so his body fell from my arms and collided with the ground.

I fell back, curling myself into a ball. Krul stared cautiously.

Ebony clouded my vision as consciousness fell out of my reach.