The Scapegoat. [gureshin / boyxboy]

• 10 - The Hīragi's.

Shinya Hīragi's point of view.

After what felt like hours of walking, I was finally escorted back into the large military camp.

I used to be a highly respected soldier, of one of the more noble ranks - even though, I was only truly respected by those of a lower rank. The only family member to ever show me respect, in the most purest form, was Shinoa. Me and her decided that we truly were brother and sister. Ignoring the previous relationship between me and her sister, ignoring the fact that I was only brought into the family as Tenri saw me as the perfect mate. I don't usually ponder about my childhood, not that I even had one.

Unlike most, I don't receive a nostalgic warmth from the rememberance of my younger years. It is more like a cold, and distinct depression that sinks in. For, I did not have a childhood. I did not serve a purpose, other than marrying and mating with Mahiru.

For, all I was seen as was the boy who got out alive. The one of few who had the perfect genes, the genes the Hīragi family desired.

For, that family only desired three things;

Power, perfection and pliance.

But, they were far from perfection.

Tenri was fading away. The apocalypse curse was slowly killing him from the inside. He was weak, he was dying. He had lost all of his humanity, yet he was still human. The man didn't deserve, and no longer was able to run the Japanese Imperial Demon Army.

So, his second best option was Kureto.
The raven haired, and crimson eyed man was far from perfection too. In his looks, he could be deemed as attractive. But, he looked far too intimidating. He only craved power, he didn't work his way up the ranks - he was rewarded with such a high ranking. Rewarded for being the only Hīragi child who followed the path that Tenri, not destiny, had set out for them.

Mahiru... was out of the question. She was perfect. Everything about the female radiated beauty. Her long, thin ashen hair that flowed down her spine. How she reflected her passing mother in all of her beauty, and her father in all of his mental strength. But, she was born with a demon - as, Tenri didn't lust anything other than power. So, to gain power, he allowed his daughter to be born with a demon inside of her.

A demon that took control, a demon that ruined Mahiru.

She was no longer an option.

Seishirō had never been seen as an option. He wasn't intimidating, more so arrogant. Arrogance isn't appreciated in such a noble family. Far from perfect, too. His tanned skin wasn't littered in battle scars, like Kureto's or Tenri's. As, the male refused to ever take part in the fight against the Vampires. So, he was lined out of the matter - left to live, and still a high ranking officer - but, he'd never see the day that the JIDA would belong to him.

Shinoa, she too was lined out of the matter. The young girl exceeded perfection - highly similar to her sister, but something about Shinoa was different. She wasn't serious, military operations bored her and, to this day Tenri is convinced that she was the reason behind 'mothers' passing. She didn't even see the Hīragi's, but it didn't bother her. Her purpose was to protect the lives of her squad - Not to command a highly functioning military. Perfection, yes. But, lacking in power.

The final option, would have to be a member of the closest partnering clan. This being the Ichinose's.

So, Guren. He was strong, and perfect. He had managed to control and suppress his demon, Mahiru, over the years. He had managed to find survivors from the Hyakuya experiments. Kureto helped him become a Lieutenant Colonel, but no man deserved the ranking more. His soldiers obeyed, and respected him. But, Ichinose were seen to be nothing more than scum in the eyes of the mighty Hīragi. So, he too had no say in the matter.

As, the Hīragi clan were an inhumane group of people - who, even though they were joined by blood, refused to see eachother for what they were. A family.

The Ichinose clan however, could do such a thing. Amongst power, perfection and pliance - you needed one more thing to make it to the top of the military; Respect. And, lots of it.

I couldn't quite grasp the respect, power and pliance. People did respect me, but power isn't something I enjoy. But, it wouldn't matter. I was no longer a soldier - I was the weapon the soldiers would be fighting with.

The Seraph of the end.

A / N; I don't know wtf this chapter is, it's more of a filler tbh.

I really wanna right smutty one shots but idk, that might happen.

Maybe.

Probably tbh 😇.