Mika's P.O.V.

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I look up at Yuu, panicked. Hasn't he put the pieces together yet? I absolutely cannot not let him come with me. "Yuu, I. Am. A. Vampire. You are not--"

"Sure I am," he interrupts. He saunters toward the entryway and begins to swing the door open. He looks completely jovial, but I am not fooled. I can see how tense his jaw is and the worried slant of his jaw. Yuu is just as anxious as I am.

"No, you're not," I counter. "I'm going to get you killed."

Yuu flaps his hand at me, dismissing my argument. "You won't."

"Yes, I will. Krul is dead. No one's supplying me blood. Eventually, I'll have to drink someone's. I just don't want that someone to be you. You won't be safe with me, Yuu." I run a hand roughly through my unkempt mop of blonde hair. Stress is making my voice coarse.

Yuu leans forward and pats my head reassuringly, like I am a forlorn puppy. I am not reassured. "Of course I'm safe. I'll be with you, and you'd never hurt me." He says these words like they are the most obvious, weather-resistant words he knows, and I almost want to cry, but I don't. With that, he turns and leaves my room.

I kick the door shut and flop onto my sparse bed. My foot jostles against the floor  and my fingers pick mindlessly at the starched sheets. I am worried and tense and anxious and concerned. And I am relieved. I will not have to leave Yuu.

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