The Scapegoat. [gureshin / boyxboy]

• 11 - Battle scars.

Shinya Hīragi's point of view...
(once again, I forgot about this fic. I'm the worst omg.)

PAST TENSE - Gureshin chapter?

Taking deep breaths, I quickly scan my surroundings. I was surrounded by death - so many lives had ended around me, yet I only truly cared about a few. Unlike most, I could handle this. But - I knew that one person, one person who I truly cared about, who I'd give my entire life for, couldn't.

Shaking my head quickly, I hastily begin to run through the graveyard - which sadly did not have gravestones, or any form of burial. More of a massacre really. I cannot shout for Guren, as if a vampire heard me then.. well, I'm not up for another fight. But, most of the vampires are dead; a surprisingly successful mission in the sense that not a single one of our comrades had been taken back as a hostage, less successful when you realise that everybody around was either dead, dying, missing or an enemy.

My searching becomes more and more frantic until I hear a familiar voice calling out.

"Leuitenant Colonel!" Sadly not Guren's, but thankfully belonging to another person I care deeply about - Shinoa.

I sprint towards the voice, which had now gained a response.

Thankfully now the voice belonged to Guren.

"Thank God, have you seen Shinya? Is your squad okay?"

I try to skid to a halt, but due to the fact that I rarely run, I didn't really know how to effectively stop.

So, I landed on Guren, whilst taking deep breaths. Tears forming in my eyes, partially due to happiness - as, they were okay - but mainly due to the fact that I could feel my lungs travelling out of my nostrils.

Shinoa giggles to herself, as Guren glares up at me.

It's strange, how you can go from panic to joy so quickly. How you can deal with the death around you and still hear and see sources of happiness.

I ignore Guren's glare, until I realise that if I continue to lay on top of him, then I'd probably have a knife through my lungs. So, I push myself off of him and brush myself down as I stand. Putting a hand out to pull Guren up as well.

"I'm glad... to see that you're okay." I quietly speak. Glancing towards him as I did - I can't lie when I say he looks terrible, yet I know that humour in a time like this would not have the desired affect.

But "glad" was an understatement.

I was "glad" to see Shinoa, I was over the moon to see Guren.

So, instead of letting him speak, I simply wrap my arms tightly around his upper body, hugging him close.

My head resting against his chest, as small tears continued to stream down my cheeks.

"..r-really glad."