"God damn it!" Yuu punched into the wall of snow, his fist making less than an inch of a dent into it. Some clung to his glove as he pulled back, and he shook it off recklessly, feeling the icy cold seep through the thin material.
Trapped. We're fucking trapped. Me and a fucking vampire commander.
He turned back to where the vampire was standing, his sword lazily leaning by his side. His red gaze blinked slowly at Yuu.
Uniform as piercingly bright as the snow surrounding them, he stood out like a beacon. Atop his head rested a crown of blonde locks, framing his face like wisps of sunlight.
He was stupidly beautiful, Yuu decided. Looks completely wasted on a vampire. And yet he wore the simple uniform of an average unit, easy to mistake as just another soldier.
If it wasn't for the bleeding red sword by his side, thrumming with noble power, that had drawn Yuu to him like a moth to a flame.
"I take it the snow and ice are packed too tightly for us to break through?" he asked, approaching Yuu.
"Yes. It looks like we're both stuck in here, unless you can magically poke your sword through it all, or dig through piles of snow with those claws."
"Vampires don't have magic," the man stated matter-of-factly. "You would have better odds at moving it with your demon."
Yuu rubbed a hand down his face, groaning. "I just tried, stupid vampire. We're fucking stuck."
The vampire nodded, sheathing his blade. "Then I suppose there is little we can do until the blizzard stops piling the snow on."
"What a fuckin' cliché," Yuu growled, stomping up to the vampire, who sported a tipped lip.
"You do this often?" he asked.
"Of course not, fucking idiot," Yuu jabbed a finger at him, getting dangerously close to his face. "Who the fuck gets stuck in caves with vamps on the regular?"
"Do you want to fight, then?" the vampire sounded bored, which only served to boil Yuu's anger hotter.
"You know we can't fucking fight in a tiny ass cave like this, use your fucking brain!"
"Sorry."
"That's righ- wait what?" Yuu blinked.
The vampire shrugged, turning his gaze away. "I'm sorry. You looked like you wanted to fight something, so I asked."
"Vampires don't... apologise," Yuu muttered, a frown creasing his face. "Who are you, exactly? I've never seen you before. What's your rank?"
"Prince Mikaela Tepes, son of Third Progenitor Krul Tepes," the vampire gave a half bow, something that felt mechanical in nature to Yuu, like a well-rehearsed lie or an act one was forced to take. It felt like when he had to bow in front of the Hiiragis, and take their snide comments on his performance with a blank stare. Odd...
"You're the prince?" Yuu scoffed. "You look like a twig I could snap in seconds."
"You probably could," Mikaela replied. "But you would have to be able to reach me first."
"Is that a challenge?"
"I thought you didn't want to fight now?"
Yuu grinded his teeth. "Whatever." He turned away, crossing his arms childishly.
"Are you going to give me your name?" Mikaela asked.
Yuu grunted. "Yuuichirou."
"..."
