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[homeofhousechickens]

Im learning stuff like how to be incredibly angry the font isn't centered correctly

[theholyyuunoaduck]

Reasons why i hate mikaela hyakuya

@gurensangel @chaoticgaymess sorry i know you wanted me to repost your post but its easier just starting my own and making my own hashtag so incase anyone else asks me about this i can just look for the hashtag and send them this

Mikaela is honestly one of those characters i desperately and i mean desperatly tried to love i mean his kid self was so so easy to love and want to protect and hell i cried a shit ton for him and his past his problems everything but the reality is mikaela is a toxic person and here im going to be explaining everything as clearly as i can though im sure that everyone has heard most of these arguments i also have some most people wouldnt even consider

Why is mikaela toxic? Well simply said when you have one person and only one then its obviously going to be an underlying mental health issue now you could say other characters are similar to mikaela within that regard like every other vampire but heres the thing we dont get to see much of the other vampires so im more or less apathetic to those vampires and their actions however in accordance to mikaela we have watched his actions since day one and his chemistry with the rest of the cast of owari no seraph what grinds my gears isnt the fact that mikaela acts with violence and distrust towards everyone but the actions that the rest of the cast have taken towards mikaela and his inability to react differently towards those same exact characters aka shinoa squad

Shinoa squad has never once treated mikaela with prejiduce with agendas or anything of ill will since day one the fact that shinoa basically is the cause of death of many of her comrads during the nagoya arc where mikaela attacks the jida troop (and yes it is a troop considering that after reading pannel after pannel theres upwards to 20 soldiers who the majority of which are equiped with standard blades unlike the protagonists you know basically cannon fodder) but my problem is the fact that in that chapter shinoa instigated their betrayal to save mikaela from the rest of the troops shinoa's life was threatned straight after acknowledging that this could be the last she ever layed eyes on yuichiro by letting mikaela escape with him first threatened by a random soldier and then right after rika inoue and by her superior narumi makoto and shinoa the fucking chad she is just took all the punishment because she knows damn well that it is her fault her comrads died because of her distraction to allow mikaela to escape eating away the precious time guren baught his soldiers to run away and escape and how does mikaela respond? He tells yuu to abandon them it doesnt take a genius to say that betrayal especially to the hiragi family is met with death even if mikaela doesnt understand the rules and regulations of human law i doubt vampire law is much different meaning he knows damn well shinoa could lose her life for betraying the army for his sake and not just shinoa but her entire squad

I already know what youll say "but but mikas a vampire he has no emotions" bullshit absolute pure fucking bullshit of an argument considering the fact yoichis mention of the word family/freinds was cause for pause for mikaela and not just mikaela look at ferid look at crowley theyre all so vibrant and brimming with personality and emotion and i am damn well sure no one disagrees this could just be kagami's writing and forgetting about this plotpoint

The fact that despite this mikaela is a manipulative fucker we all know yuu is a dumbass no one can deny this the fact that mikaela is willing to point his sword towards yuichiro and threaten him his so called beloved speaks volumes about mikaelas ego his straight up ego thinking that he's the only one that could be right after all mikaelas the wisest of the bunch right i mean after all everyone of his other decisions was followed through with outstanding results anyone? Anyone? Thats right not once has the squad or especially yuichiro listend to mikaela and do to that fact everyone is alive and kicking examples? (This is also an example of manipulative mika) Mika: Yuu abandon shinoa because if she's as great as you say us sticking around will only cause her trouble you cannot tell me that isnt mikaela trying to twist yuu's feelings for his family to abandon them because had they listened to mikaela shinoa would have been impaled by the chains kureto produced to awaken the seraph of the end

And almost right after that same situation upon mahiru injuring yuu awakening abadon mikaela high tails and runs away carrying yuu and we actually see a pannel of shinoa squad scrambling for saftey straight up abandoning them again and going so far as to yell that he is yuu's only family despite all the other shit

Alright so lets play into the whole mika doesnt have feelings dont you think that having no feelings would make your sense of judgement all the better? And if so with all the evidence and actions of shinoa squad why in Gods blue earth would he basically act like an actual dick towards shinoa who saved his life risked her life for him as if shinoa is the sole reason yuu is in the prediciment of being possessed by yuu?? Isnt that the least bit infuriating??

On next of we shouldnt listen to mikaela in the same arc again mikaela suggests lets leave shinoa squad to face off against crowley AND FERID with this bullshit of "theyre after us theyll just ignore them" i mean are you kidding me? Ferid the man youve been with for 5 years is going to not have the time of his life killing a bunch of teenagers for the simple fact that if yuu is running away and leaving them.they must not be important to him therefore easy pickings for him

Lets not trust guren after all he's just using you he doesnt care the man loves that boy like as if he was his son and you can argue against me with this some time later but alright lets give mika the benifit of the doubt so obviously in mikas infinit wisdom his set course of action is killing him infront of yuichiro??? Really??? In front of him?? Killing his father infront of yuu man that just speaks volumes about how mikaeala only cares about the feeling he gets with yuu rather than carring about yuu as a person

Imo mika cares about how yuu makes him feel rather than who yuichiro is what do i mean by this? Its simple mika doesnt give a damn what makes yuu happy hell mika would cage yuu up if it ment keeping him safe and alive but is that really living? Its cruelty if i adopt a dog feed it and give it water but never play with it and isolate it thats basically animal cruelty

Anyway back to mika trying to kill guren just right there yuu begs mika to stop and grabs his arm pulling him back and what does mika do? What does he do? He lops off yuu's arm the one that was holding mikaela back from attacking what makes this scene even worse is i had so much hope for mikaeala because the last battle they won mikaela said the thoight of losing his.comrads made him dizzy what happened to him not having feelings? I lived loved loved that statement i imagined uncle mika to yuus kids being the best man to yuus wedding begging to be the one to make the wedding cake so so so so so many au's based off those little words and right after removing yuu's limb from him kimizuki and yoichi step up for guren weapons drawn and mikaela threatens them?!?!?! I mean honestly how fucking hypocritical can you be how big is his fucking ego???

Ill end it with this point because i have work in the morning i Still have another 20 bullet points i want to add but im starting to think i have artheritistis in my hand because my fingers hurt so much but anyway my point being mikaelas character contradicts yui's in an unhealthy way while yuu's character trait is to run towards danger to be a hero mikas is to run from danger its basically a tug of war and the thing is the story so far has actually turned out well for the cast running into danger for yuu made the 6th angels trumpet to grow silent destroying all of the four horsemen monsters and letting humanity take a huge step towards rebuilding but had it been mika's way theyd have run right out of that building never to see it again my point is if someone pulls and runs towards something and another character ties a rope to them and runs the other direction that tension will cause nothing but problems instead of running forward with the protagonist in order to keep them safe and actually contribute into the success of the mission

Also like the hashtags say this is only part 1 because as i said i have to sleep and my hand is killing me i should have done this earlier when i had more energy in order to bring along all the sources like the chapter and page where you can find these exact moments along with photos of said arguments/bullet points

[nearcromancy]

heres a draft of something that ill probably finish in like 2019 (the joke is that i write slow)

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second best means winning the battles but losing the war.

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i.

near watched him slough through the door on spindly spider legs, never once breaking his line of sight. He was mello.

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ii.

“Here.”

he jumps. mello appears at his side- he didn't notice how close he had gotten. couldn't have noticed. near sinks closer to the ground, nearly enveloped in the tall, yellowed grass, and mello stares at him with a pitying look before opening his hands.

“i saw you trying. they’re easy to catch if you have any reflexes at all.” It would be snide, but there's no bite to it, here in the field under the darkening sky. for emphasis, he lets it fly away only to snatch it again out of the air seconds later. “see? they’re slow.”

near reaches, but the firefly rises out of mello’s open palm before he can grab it, examine it; they are quite fascinating, these insects, and the light is- the light-

“God- you’re hopeless.” Mello grabs the bug out of the air, again, and this time holds near’s wrist with wiry, boyish fingers. a spell of careful manipulation, and the creature crawls into nears hand. “can’t even catch a firefly.”

he’s right, he can’t, for all his intellect near is never able to grasp the immediacy of action. he can plan and plan and plan but when his target runs on instinct, there's no point to it, is there? it feels strange, the tiny prickle, the crawling sensation. so unfamiliar, and it would set his hair on edge were it not for the more pressing, urgent contact of the other boy’s skin.

he lets go, leaves him cold.

Roger’s voice sounds over them, and mello snaps his head back towards the house. he’s been reprimanded recently, near knows. there's a startlingly high chance he shouldn't even be outside.

“come on, they’ll start looking soon. I told Roswell to keep his little mouth shut when he found me but i'm sure he’ll squeal under pressure.”

he sees fit to half-lead, half-drag him through the grass in a disorienting rush, more movement than near has ever experienced. by the end of it, his heart is hammering, explosive, and he can hardly catch his breath, his legs shaking from the weak strain of adrenaline loosed into his blood.

someone calls mello’s name- he lets near drop to the floor and leaves, a half-hearted glance over his shoulder and nothing else.

near opens his hand. he’s crushed the firefly in all the commotion.

he remembers. thats enough.

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iii.

near doesn’t socialize, but he recedes even more so in the winter, when illness wreaths the house. He hardly touches the floor, heaped onto his bed for most of the day, away from the playroom. maddeningly boring with his limited selection of toys, but preferable over the idea of being sick, better than fever especially; it makes it hard to focus, and his dreams are so much worse-

the winter keeps them herded inside, restless and snotting on each other. other kids see fit to isolate themselves but the more social ones- nothing can keep them locked up for long.

mello likes to socialize. mello is the first to get sick.

they had snuck out into the snow despite the warnings- and Roger had pulled them out coughing and snotting with frozen fingers. An hour in front of the fireplace cleared up most of the symptoms on the spot, but after a few days it was clear Mello had come down with something more sinister.

“Get out of here,” Mello slurs. It doesn’t fit him, this exhaustion that has taken hold. He gestures weakly w his arm dangling from the side. “i doubt it's something you can handle.”

He’s right. He can’t. Near’s last brush with illness had him in the hospital for days- the dangers of a poor immune system. But he climbs onto Mello’s bed anyway, settled between the wall and its occupant. He’s already asleep, or maybe too tired to tell him off again, no protest as he curls up on top of the blankets and watches the slow pattern of his chest, listens to his labored breath.

he burns like a flame- doesn't want him to go out.

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iv.

the first test results were in. near had become something like a celebrity.

he’s been accosted with people’s company more than he was comfortable with, but the afternoon proved quiet, with most out enjoying the sun and spring showers, and near breathed a sigh of relief.

that is, until-

Garou is his name- a star mathematician, but with a sour, brutish disposition, and easily discouraged. He has a habit of taking his frustrations out on others, but that isn't uncommon, among children.

Near doesn’t think to struggle or call out, but being lifted by his wrist does hurt- Garou’s grip is tight and he bruises easily and he doesn’t like being so far off the ground, he can’t see and it makes him sick to his stomach-

“HEY-!”

Something runs, leaps, and smashes into Garou’s side, catches him off guard, though most of his bulk unmoved despite the force. He drops Near with a yelp and snatches the newcomer up in an instant, by the neck, with both hands.

Mello swings his arm, just a blur in Near’s eyes but he’s sure nothing connects- the distance is just a little off- but Garou screams in surprise, clutching his cheek and there’s red, somehow, seeping from between his fingers.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” he shouts. Mello doesn’t answer, only sneers, and steps forward with his hand outstretched. he steps forward. garou backs away.

children fight- it's just how it is. But Mello fights harder than anyone.

“Keep walking, Garou.” Mello is two heads shorter than the other boy, but holds his ground with no hesitation.

“he shouldn't even be here.”

some of it lands near his sleeve. a little splatter spray of red that has him recoiling. A knife in mello's hand, a tiny little switchblade clutched tightly in his palm, and near frowns, furrows his brow. it's something he definitely, definitely  should not have had.

“if he tries something like that again…well. he isnt anything to worry about”

Near doesn’t gaze up from the floor. “That was an excessive display of force, Mello.”

he snorts. “you're welcome, you ungrateful shit.”

He rubs his hand on his shirt. the black eats whatever stain the blood leaves.

mello grabs him by the wrist, but isn't so massive as to pull him off the ground. besides, it’s to near’s advantage; it gives him a rare, level glimpse of mello's face. “Listen up. my victory doesn't count if you let someone else take you out. This is between you and me, got it? no one else.”

he stares. near realizes his questions are not rhetorical, and manages one nod in understanding.

“so until you learn to defend yourself properly- and you better learn, alright- if someone's lurking around, you tell them i'm watching.”

the skin around his neck is already starting to bruise, purple-green-black, but mello looks unperturbed. it must hurt. near wants to touch it.

he doesn’t of course. He nods again for mello’s sake, and the other boy lets him go, off to do whatever he does in his spare time. .

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v.

“You hit all the notes, sure. But it isn’t right.”

mello huffs, eyeing near out of the corner of his eyes. flawless, which is the entire problem. near strikes up a tune, something cold and tinkling befitting the frost built on the windowpanes.

(he feels smug about it, sure. but to do nothing about it is the easy way out.)

“... Just listen.”

the piano was a new addition, relatively. the kids has poked and prodded and investigated as much as they wanted, but little came of it until mello decided to take interest in it.

After Mello plays, the other kids don’t touch it. No action on his part required- the instrument claimed as his in the way he made it sing, breathed something sparking into the steel and the ivory, a sound drawn from his very bones.

“Why teach me this?” Near draws himself further inwards, chin resting on the bony jut of his knees. to him, Mello is always so very… interesting.

“Hmph.” A few more chords struck on the piano, soft enough so the notes don’t echo in the empty room. “A win doesn’t matter if you aren’t playing at your best. his melody is more complex, wrought from the deft twists of his fingers. If you don’t get it, there’s no point.”

He presses the stopper, the resonance brought to a sudden halt. “I don’t need an advantage like that to beat you. figure this out so i can have some real competition.”

0.

He didn’t destroy it. The creases are heavy, photo film worn away from folding and unfolding.

“It was empty when i got there,” Lidner says. “No fingerprints or anything- not even dust. But this was on the table and i thought … it should go to you.”

Quietly, softly, he murmurs, “I see.”

it's strange to think for how furiously mello lived, there’s nothing left of him except for this fragile little image- something he could dip in the fire and have it be nothing but ashes on his fingertips.

lindner shifts her feet, an oddly casual gesture. “i think he knew he was going to die.”

of course. to mello, losing and dying are the same thing. it was only a shame Kira was the competition on which they had staked everything.

“i’m sure.”

lidner leaves, her steps echoing out on the tile. it’s just him and his towers and a fragment of a boy he once knew. the whine of the lights, the soft static of circuitry- they fade into the background of his thoughts as he sits, and he remembers.

of course he’ll miss him. mello was the puzzle he could start over and over and have the solution be different each time.

he picks up a card.

“So what now?”

he doesn't know. and mello doesn’t say.