"If there was ever anyone to show me the realness in 'reality', it was Yuu... Tiny, little, innocent Yuu - the boy who loved comic books and fascinated in fictional violence, never truly knowing what the truth was like until he met me. I wish he never had to meet me, and see what I do... But he did. It were as if life handed him to me because it knew he was bound to die. That's why I felt like protecting his innocence from taint was my responsibility, no matter the obstacles. I knew I had limited reasons to live and a dead end ahead of me. But, I have a child to protect and an oath to keep myself alive for him. And if I fail, I'd ought to rot in my own hell." The playlist: http://8tracks.com/armincrackers/memento-mori

Long ago, my best friend was taken from me. They took him, and a part of me. I was empty, void of most happiness for some time. To me, Mikaela was my childhood joy. My everything. Now, I have found him. Rather, he found me. But his view on life was shifted. A freak of nature was what they called him. They feared him, believed the words that he truly is a monster. He was not. Original photo: 吉子 on Pixiv

Mikaela Shindo, the name on everyone's lips in the streets of Tokyo. Just twenty four, he is already a multi billionaire and one of the most loved and most famous persons in Japan. And not to mention, his astonishing and almost inhuman beauty. All seems well with him but only those close to him know that Mikaela is actually very ruthless, cold hearted and doesn't care about the well being of others. Krul Bathory, his adoptive mother, doesn't want to watch her son grow in the ways of wickedness and asks him to do atleast one thing for the good of society, if he truly loved her. Though wicked to others, Mikaela loves Krul who took him in when he was dumped by his parents, he decides to do it for her. He decides to adopt a small orphanage and nothing is smaller than the Hyakuya orphanage with only seven kids. He didn't know that he would be dragging himself into deep shit when he becomes very fond of one of the orphans, Yuichiro Hyakuya. Started: April 4, 2016 Ended: July 29, 2016

{English MikaYuu fanfiction} [Cover by me~] Another universe where your other half/soulmate can't see colours while the other can't speak, hear anything etc. Means you have a disease, sickness, disability etc. and only your soul mate/other half can "heal" you. With a kiss. Of course you can still die since you share your life with your soul malte/other half. But not all people have diseases/ disabilities while others get a disease/ disability later. (The story takes place in Japan so there will be some japanesse words like "Ohayo" , "-kun" etc., but difficult ones will be explained within the story.) Story: Yuuichiro Amane is a highschool student who loves to draw (manga). Silly, he can only see black, white and grey. It actually doesn't concern him that much, but for becoming a real mangaka it is a problem. Also his best friend often tells him how great "Yuu-kun"'s pictures are, and he'd love to see them in colour. So for making his wish come true Yuu has to find his soul mate. And kiss her. Or him.

Modern Mikayuu fanfiction boyxboy

After many years of war, the humans and vampires are now ready to make peace with each other. The contract binding them will be in the form of an arranged marriage between a vampire and a human. Yuuichiro Amane and Mikaela Tepes are the chosen ones and are to be married to each other, but first, they are to spend a month together in a house, sharing so many things including one bed. Started: Dec - 20 - 2015 Ended: Mar - 24 - 2016

And there we were, the two of us, standing at the entrance of his bedroom. "This is where you and I will get to know a lot about each other... And where I will thank you every single night for what you have done for me." "...Every night?" Mika was called a doll, but he wasn't to me... He just needed to feel human... Because all he could think of was repaying me with his body. He'd get completely naked for me and just simply let me touch him like it was nothing. I could never do that. Cameras, clothes, the way he presented himself - he was always under control... Nothing seemed to belong to him. Not even his body. How could a boy like me be the only one to give everything back to him? **Occasional heavy vice, possible triggers containing: rape, abuse, illness** Excerpt Playlist: http://8tracks.com/armincrackers/doll-excerpts