Sadists & Yanderes (Mikayuu) [under editing/updating story]

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There was a blonde boy wearing a white suit that made him look elegant. He had oceanic blue eyes that shined like the seas in a beautiful morning, but they were dimmed to cold ice by his emotionless expression. The boy was named Mikaela, and he looked from the balcony at the dark abyss.

It was almost time for the event where Krul, his mother, steps down and announces him as the king. "Ting! Ting!"  The sound of wine glasses being hit by metal spoons, grabbed everyone's attention.

Mikaela took deep breaths and calmly walked towards the stand, where his mother was standing. "Thank you kings, queens, princes and princesses for coming here to celebrate my son's special event! I am Krul Tepes, and as you all know, my son, Mikaela Tepes is going to be the soon to be King of Japan! So please clap your hands together as my son will be giving his speech!" Krul stepped down the stand while waving at the crowd, who clapped their hands together calmly and professionally. Krul smiled and then gestured Mikaela to walk up, and with a nod as his reply, he did.

"Calm down and talk, you can do this,"  Mikaela thought. Mikaela took a deep silent breath and regained his calm and collected posture. "I would like to (This is a speech of his goals,journey and him thanking the people for their assistance to the throne)"

Just like that, the crowd of royalty brought their hands together and clapped loudly as Mikaela announced the dancing to commence. It was accompanied by beverages and foods, with blood being a main content. Just as the music started to play,  a loud screeching laugh was heard among the crowd. This had upset Krul and made her stand tall in her place and yell out, "WHO IS INTERRUPTING THIS EVENT? I WILL NOT TOLERATE SUCH-"

Her sentence was cut off by a dripping coloured red dagger swiftly aiming for her head. She dodged the bloody weapon and glared at the person who dared to try and murder her. Her eyes settled on raven coloured hair, forest-like emerald eyes, a bloody torn-up suit and pants. She took a moment to remember his appearance, before running away from him, grabbing Mikaela with her.

When she thought the place she brought them to was safely away from the newcomer, she separated from Mikaela. She ran at a fast pace towards the intruder and gave him her twisted kick attack. The Queen's feet only millimetres away from crushing the neck of her victim, and eyes glaring like burning fire, Krul deadly spoke. "Tell me puny human, why have you come to interrupt such an important event?"

"I'm sorry, please give better questions, disgusting blood sucker,"The boy smiled warmly towards her. Krul immediately knew that in the inside, the boy was planning different ways to kill her in his vulnerable position. "What is your name?" Even with Krul's sudden kind expression, everybody knew it wasn't a question. It was a demand. "Non of your business"

Mikaela was looking at them from afar. "What are they talking about?" He whispered quietly to himself. The blonde had thought the boy would be dead or at least cowering by now. However, from his viewpoint of the scene, he was not. He could tell his mother was losing her patience by her feet shaking downwards little by little, and her face glaring harshly. Mikaela finally came to the conclusion of stepping in and finding what on earth they were talking about.

"Krul, what are you two talking about? I have to know," Mikaela spoke towards his mother gently, but she would have non of that. She faced Mikaela and told him to let her deal with the boy personally. Mikaela knew she had lost it a little, because if she was in the right state of mind, she would know not to kill or torment any humans in the ballroom, in front of dozens of people. "Krul!" Mikaela spoke with venom, "leave him, I will deal with him."

Krul looked up and with eyes wide, mumbled to herself before huffing and getting her feet away from the youngster's neck. Mikaela grabbed the teen's shirt and pulled him away into a room. When they reached their destination, Mikaela talked to the youngster who looked not older than 20. "Name,age, and why?" Mikaela asked in a monotone voice and with an unreadable expression, at least to the people.

"Nu-uh," The teen shook his head and stuck his tongue out in a childish manner. "You better tell me, child," Mika laid tiredly on the chains he had cuffed the male with. He shook his head at the same reply. "I'm afraid I have no choice but to use violence-" He was cut off by the sound of hitting chains. "I don't have time! Where's Yoichi?!"

Mikaela blinked at the sudden eruption, and recovered from the shock by snickering. "Who's he?" Mikaela asked while looking away. "You vampires kidnapped him from me! Tell me where he is!"

"Fine, under one condition," The blonde crowned prince announced to the chained male. "What," The mysterious boy asked desperately. "Name"