The Scapegoat. [gureshin / boyxboy]

• 12 - The MDC.

And, 12 decades later I return.

Shinya Hīragi's point of view..
italics are past tense.

I shake the memories out of my head as I'm led into the large, familiar building which held the Japanese Imperial Demon Army's strongest branch, the Moon Demon Company.

I, myself, had never had the honor to be a member of the alliance. As, I was stuck with the Hīragi's - helping them lead the JIDA to a victory that we'd never achieve. Whilst Guren used Mahiru to provide us with demon's, he risked life and limb to do as the JIDA requested him to, whilst researching on the Seraph... amongst other things.

But, I always tried my hardest to fight alongside him... which, evidently led to me being in this situation.

Taking a seat at the large table, which had been used for meetings in the past, I stare towards the male who was sat opposite me; thankfully it wasn't Kureto, but instead Guren.

I swallow the lump that was in my throat, as he stared back at me. We were both unable to speak, or at least that's what I thought.

"Shinya... I, do you remember what happened to you?" He hesitantly asks me, causing me to scoff bitterly.

"Hm. Everything." I mumble, looking down at the dark markings that plaques half of my body.

Guren frowns at me, getting up and walking to the other end of the table - stopping beside me and looking down. The gaze causes me to squirm in my seat, as I look up at him with my glowing eyes.

"Guren, hey! I'm speaking to you!" I call out, tilting my head as I looked up at him and smiled.

"Shinya, I'm trying to work!" He groans, but then smiles slightly.

I lean over his desk, brushing his raven hair out of his tanned face - for some reason, the look in his eyes causes a faint blush to dust over my pale complexion.

He reaches forward, tilting my head upwards with his index finger. A smile ghosting his features, and a brush darkening over mine.

"Cute blush..." He speaks quietly, before gently pulling me forwards and pressing his lips against my own. This motion causes my eyes to widen, but lean further into the kiss.

He suddenly pulls back, which makes me accidently stumble forwards, planting both hands onto the desk.

"Now, will you leave me to work?" He chuckles quietly, gently caressing my cheek with the same finger that was used to reel me into the short, but sweet, kiss.

My memories then turn dark, my eyes widening and the dark marks that polluted my pale skin darkening -  Guren's gloved hand on my shoulder brings me out of my trance. The small gesture somehow manages to warm my heart, but my body remains tense.

"Why... Did Kureto order you to do this... what's, he wants me back?"

The lack of response causes me to frown. 

Oh shit, whaddup? I didn't die, I apologise for the lack of updates my smol children💕.

This fic will probs get homo, as I forgot my plot oops.