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      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
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  Fandom:
      終わりのセラフ_|_Owari_no_Seraph_|_Seraph_of_the_End
  Relationship:
      Hyakuya_Mikaela/Original_Character(s)
  Character:
      Hyakuya_Mikaela, Original_Characters
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      anti-social_personality_disorder, Conduct_Disorder, Implied/Referenced
      Sexual_Assault, Kidnapping, Torture, Underage_Smoking, Consensual
      Underage_Sex, Dubious_Consent, Dubious_Morality, Immorality, Multiple
      Partners, Heterosexual_Sex, Yaoi, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Graphic
      Description, Non-Consensual_Violence, Character_Study, Prequel, Alternate
      Universe, Psychopathology_&_Sociopathy, Porn_With_Plot, Heavy_Angst,
      Shota
  Series:
      Part 28 of Owari_no_All_the_Gay,_am_I_right?
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-28 Words: 4235
****** brink of good and evil, be a blade that can protect one and all ******
by GilgaNyan_(NarryEm)
Summary
     If Mika had to pinpoint exactly at what point in his life that it
     went wrong, it would have to be a dull, sunny day when he was eight
     years old.
Notes
     TRIGGER WARNING FOR GRAPHIC, EXPLICIT DESCRIPTION OF TORTURE AND
     OTHER FORMS OF VIOLENCE.
     Title from “Orarion” by Yanagi Nagi.
     This is basically a prequel/sorta character study of Mika for my
     prison_AU. Please heed the warnings above if you don’t like that kind
     of fucked up shit because things will get very weird and not intended
     for the fainthearted. There are multiple scenes where Mika gets it on
     with original characters so if that and heterosexual stuff is not
     your thang, well, you have been warned.
     And for those of you who can handle really fucked up shit, well,
     enjoy~
See the end of the work for more notes
If Mika had to pinpoint exactly at what point in his life that it went wrong,
it would have to be a dull, sunny day when he was eight years old.  He used to
be naïve and trusting.  He had been the kind of kid who had made friends
everywhere he had gone and the adults adored him.  Even though he had been
small and still in elementary school, many classmates from his school had
wanted to ‘go out’ with him.  He had laughed and laughed even louder when he
had received the occasional kiss on the cheek or a pat on the head. 
He loved that he was so dearly loved by everyone.
On one sunny but otherwise dull day, Mika was taken away from all of which made
him feel loved and cared for.
He can’t remember the exact details, being traumatised and all, but some
details refuse to sleep in the dark corners of his memories.  There were more
than one people.  They kept him in a cold room.  The lights were usually off
and when they were on, the dim, flickering lights never allowed for Mika to get
a close look at his kidnappers.  He did what any other eight-year-old would
have done in his situation: he screamed and cried and sobbed, hoping that his
mommy and daddy would come save him. 
They didn’t.  Not for a few days. Those few days felt like an eternity to Mika.
Every time the kidnappers came to check up on him in the room, they carried
different things with them.  Once it was a cattle prod that they had no qualms
about using on him.  Once it was a bundle of rope that they tied him up with
for an entire day and did not loosen until Mika’s muscles began to spasm from
the lack of sufficient blood flow.  Once it was a box full of syringes and they
injected him with drugs that made him feel weird; he remembers throwing up
after fifth or sixth shot, which he was forced to sleep on top of that night.
One of these visits, they did not bring odd stuff with them.  Instead, they
took Mika’s soiled clothes off of him and touched him everywhere.  Looking
back, Mika knows what they did do him.  At the time, however, all he knew was
that he was tired and scared and just wanted to go home. Home and way from
these freaks who hurt him for no reason.
When the police showed up, a small part of Mika was relieved to see one of the
police officers accidentally shoot down the person who had been responsible for
feeding Mika.  The paramedics tried to save the person with no avail.  Another
team of paramedics swarmed Mika and asked him way too many questions, all for
the sake of ensuring that the poor little kid they had just rescued was not in
a fatal state.
Mika was not allowed to leave the hospital for the next few weeks.  They ran
all sorts of tests on him during his stay, including a visit to a middle-aged
woman who asked him lots of detailed, specific questions. 
By the time he was allowed to go home to his parents and their incessant
worrying, Mika’s life had been fucked up beyond control.
 
 
-
 
 
Mika was twelve when he realised that something had changed within his body. 
The most obvious sign was when he woke up in a pool of something wet and sticky
that was not piss.  He had read enough books and talked with enough guys his
age to know what had happened and chucked his sheets into the laundry machine
and went to school as per usual.
That night, he tried jerking off and was sorely disappointed at the lack of
satisfaction.  He even tried looking up how sex worked online but none of the
raunchy videos made in poor taste proved to be enough for him.
In the midst of his impromptu research, a headline for some newspaper article
caught his attention.  When he clicked on it, the link opened to an image of
some criminal’s arrest.  The criminal was covered in blood and the police on
his either side looked unhappy to have been there.  Mika read the entire
article and discovered that the man had sexually assaulted and killed at least
three kids before his demise.  He was to be sent to a correctional facility due
to his history of substance abuse compounded with undisclosed mental health
problems.
By the time he finished with the article, he was burning up with rage.  At the
same time, however, he was inexplicably aroused.  He chalked it up to the rage
and pornos he had watched before reading the article.  After he dealt with it,
he resumed his research, albeit on a different subject matter.
 
A couple days later, he chose not to go home after school.  Instead, he took
the bus to the other side of the city where the crime rate was supposed to be
higher.  He plugged in his headphones and listened to random songs at a quiet
volume.  It did not take long for suspicious people to start showing up on the
streets, especially as it neared sundown.  None of them failed to take note of
Mika, a school-age kid who was hanging out by himself in the sketchy part of
the city. 
He was staring at his mobile screen when he sensed someone approach him.  He
lifted his head slowly and found himself looking into the eyes of an older
guy.  As luck would have it, it was one of the criminals that he had read up on
in the past few days.
“Can I help you?” Mika asked, smiling like an angel.  He could see the defenses
fall away from the man’s eyes as he continued to beam up at him.
“N-no.  I thought I recognised you,” he muttered before he practically ran
away.
 
Mika repeated his little experiment several more times.  There were people that
he saw regularly and there were people that he did not see as often.  It didn’t
matter to him as he was merely there to scope out the field, so to speak.  He
was amused to see that so far, none of them had tried to lure him away or use
force to send him away.  Perhaps they knew intrinsically that they did not want
to be involved with Mika.
Whatever.
 
 
-
 
 
In his middle school years, Mika kept up the act.  He was the golden child of
the neighbourhood: bringing in excellent grades, maintaining and making many
friends in his school, being the kind child with impeccable mannerisms and a
charming smile, always eager to help out in the community.  He knew that the
same kids who would kiss him as a joke or on a dare several years ago now
lusted after him.  There was some type of fan club for him at his school, not
that he gave a fuck.  He would return the gifts to the senders in person
whenever he could since he hade zero interest in dating classmates.
Adults, however, were a different matter.
None of them were fooled by his blatant lies.  They instinctively knew that he
was still a student and should not be messed with.  However, a timid smile here
and there topped with charming grins worked wonders on their societally
prescribed inhibitions. 
 
His first partner was a man named Atsuto who lived like a recluse in an
apartment complex in the neighbourhood next to Mika’s.  He had odd habits but
Mika was hardly the one to judge.  He was always writing on his old, piece of
junk desktop or smoking whenever he let Mika stay over. 
“Why do you keep coming over, kid?” Atsuto asked one night, past midnight which
was usually the time Mika slunk back home.
Mika shrugged.  He was sitting next to the man, leaning into him as he tried to
reach for the unlit cigarette in the man’s hand.  Atsuto held his hand above
his head, probably having thought that it would deter Mika.  Fighting back a
smirk, Mika stood up and snatched the cigarette out of the man’s hand.
“My parents don’t care about what I do as long as I bring in the good grades
and keep up the angel act,” he deadpanned.  Atsuto laughed.  Mika could hear
the bitterness behind his otherwise carefree laughter.
“You’ve the golden opportunities; why not take them?”
Mika sighed.  He placed the cigarette between his lips and searched for a
lighter or a match on the man’s desk. “What good are opportunities if everyone
who was lucky enough to be born into the right time and the right place can get
them?” Mika retorted.  He found a few matches scattered on the desk.  He didn’t
hesitate to light up the cigarette and let the smoke wash over him.   He could
feel Atsuto’s disproving glare at the back of his neck.
“You’re awfully jaded for a—ah, fuck.  How old are you again?”
Mika smiled.  He crawled over back to Atsuto on his hands and knees.  “Does it
matter?”  With his school uniform shirt unbuttoned halfway, he had no doubt
that the sight he was presenting to Atsuto would arouse him.  He had hung out
with Atsuto long enough to guess that the man had no qualms about fucking
another man. He took the cigarette from between his lips and balanced it on his
fingers, eyes never leaving Atsuto's.
“Yes.  Kind of.  Shit, I don’t know, you brat.”
Mika let his smile grow before he touched his lips to Atsuto’s.  Atsuto stayed
immobile for a second before his instinct or whatever kicked in.  As Mika had
predicted, Atsuto did not push him away.  He kissed Mika back and taught him
how to properly kiss a man.  He was demanding yet tender at the same time.  If
Mika had not been a quick leaner, he would have gotten bored at the kisses.
It only escalated from there.  Mika let Atsuto have his way and it amused to
see how easily the man trust a scrawny kid like Mika once he gave his body
away.  Yes, he was sore in places afterwards but it was not as nearly as
painful nor strenuous as he had previously thought.  It was fun but not in the
conventional way.  He enjoyed watching the Atsuto’s defenses fall away as he
fucked into Mika with wild abandon.   He was fascinated by the blind trust that
he earned after such a trivial matter. 
 
Mika still came over to Atsuto’s place after that.  An unspoken understanding
existed between them: if Mika stayed until after midnight, they would fuck and
Mika usually learned a new trick or two.  If Mika didn’t stay that long, Atsuto
still let Mika do whatever in his home, even going as far as watching Mika jerk
off when he was too busy with work to actually have sex with Mika.
But he was not the only one Mika was seeing.
He managed to sweet-talk a girl going to the local college to take him home one
night.  She had put up a good fight, adamantly lecturing Mika about good
behaviour before she gave into her lust and agreed to a one-off.  It would take
Mika a few more hook-ups with women before he decided that he did not enjoy sex
with women as much as he basked in the different sort of intimacy he could
share with men.
There was a man by whom he let himself be picked up at the local ‘gay
district’.  For a salary man clad in designer suit, he was submissive and weak-
willed, willing to let a kid boss him around for the night.
That one was more than willing to spoil Mika in exchange for frequent sex. 
‘It’s not like prostituting’, he would tell Mika.  He was simply gifting Mika
because he thought Mika was beautiful and definitely wise beyond his years. 
Mika would laugh and ask him, ‘wise in what ways?’  It served as a cue for Mika
to throw the man down to the nearest flat surface and fuck him senseless.
There were many others who were not memorable enough for Mika to recall the
specifics.  He felt more alive at night when he could throw away his pretense
of being the good kid and be as diabolical and unchildish as he desired.  It
did not take long for him to figure out exactly how to draw in those older men
who were hungry for something different, someone young but skilled in ways they
did not even dare dream of.  It was pathetically easy to snare them in and
enthral them, in a sense. 
But he always returned to Atsuto.  He found a sense of comfort with Atsuto and
the feeling seemed to be somewhat requited. 
 
 
-
 
 
Mika was sixteen when he seizes his first chance at doing something to change
the fucked up world.
He was waiting for a train on his way home from school when he noticed that one
of the screens is showing a news channel.  On the screen was a man who had been
released from prison after a minimal sentence.  The news reporter proceeded to
reveal that the man was a repeat sex offender and would be staying under house
arrest for the next ten days before he was fully released into the society.
To hell with that.
A million different ideas and plans sprang into Mika’s head.  As he stepped
onto the next train, he started to narrow down the ideas and plans to ones he
knew that he could carry out.  The offender’s information should be easy to
track down especially with the loopholes and hidden pathways that existed on
the internet.  The man’s face had been shown for a few seconds, which meant
that Mika would be able to identify the man in person.
For the next few days, Mika gathered all of the information that he can on the
released offender.  He learnt that the guy was ordered to live in a town next
to where Mika lived and the exact date of the end of his house arrest.  He had
to go walk around the neighbourhood for a couple hours to see which house the
man lived in.  He made sure to make a brief eye contact with the man as they
passed each other.
Once the man was no longer bound to his house, Mika made a point to wander
around the neighbourhood.  They bumped into each other on Mika’s second day of
doing that and all it took for Mika to be invited in was a shy smile and
whispered words of open invitation.
He set to work as soon as he got inside the house.  The man was easy to
manipulate, shedding his clothes as soon as Mika acted all horny and took his
hoodie off.  He let the man play with his body for a little while since he had
at least fifty pounds on him.  It was not like he hated the sex that followed
soon after, far from it.  He was elated from the thought of killing the sick
bastard as soon as he was too lost in the bodily pleasures.
And when Mika could tell that the bastard was about to come, he took out a
small pocket knife from his shirt pocket and drove it into the bastard’s
windpipe.  He let the man bleed out as he cleaned up the mess that they had
created.  The last thing he needed was for him to waste time in the youth
correctional system.
By the time he finished tidying up, the man had long been dead.  He left the
house without as much as a backwards glance.
 
 
-
 
 
It took practically no effort to find out who had been responsible for his
kidnapping all those years ago.
She was one of the women he had seen on the streets of his hometown until the
incident, upon which his parents packed up everything and moved to a different
city.  She had been tried but not convicted for her numerous crimes on ground
of not being criminally responsible due to a mental disorder.  Schizophrenia
and paraphilia was the official diagnose that the court marshalled psychologist
gave her.
Whatever.
The woman did not recognise him when he approached her.  Rather, she seemed to
be delighted that such a pretty young thing was interested in someone like her.
They went to her dingy apartment after a hurried half-assed coffee date.  On
their way, however, Mika led her away to a dimly lit alleyway and struck her
behind the head to render her unconscious.  He pretended to piggyback her home
to avoid suspicion but in actuality, he was only carrying her off to an
abandoned warehouse he had sought out a week beforehand.
He waited for her to wake up.  As soon as he woke up and asks him where they
are, fear permeating every syllable she stutters, he goes ahead with his plan.
Mika did not blindfold her as he wished for her to be able to see everything
that would unfold.  He did have to gag her since he did not want to be dragged
to the police station.  He started off slow; he flayed off some of her skin
from her forearms.  There was an assortment of tools that he could use on her,
similar to how she had had people torture him a decade ago.  He was happy with
himself for having remembered to bring a cattle prod and various woodwork tools
that could carve and burn scars onto the woman’s body.
After only four hours, the woman was as good as dead.  Mentally, at least.  Her
frail little mind could not handle the payback that Mika had inflicted upon her
equally frail and fragile body.
He left her once he had double-checked that nothing in the warehouse could be
traced back to him.
 
 
-
 
 
It grew into a hobby of sorts.  Whenever Mika was not swamped with assignments
and exams in university, he tracked down the sex offenders who had been
released back into the innocent, ignorant society.  Killing those demented,
hardly human beasts was one of the few sources of contentment in Mika’s life.
“C’mon, you like that,” the man panted into Mika’s ear.  He had been tried and
but partially discharged because he had had various physical and psychological
ailments in his life.  He had been staying at a mental health institution until
a month ago when the resident psychiatrist had decided that the former criminal
was healthy enough to be let out.
(What a fucking idiot.)
 Mika shook his head, tears flying off his cheeks as the jerky movements
coupled with the man’s disgusting business behind caused pain to shoot up his
spine.  He was sure that something tore.  Ah fuck, that would be messy to clean
up later on.  Whatever.
He played the waiting game. 
He screamed and resisted a tiny bit because that was what the guy wanted and
expected from Mika.  He sobbed and asked for the guy to slow down and surely
enough, the guy came like a cheap porno.  Disgusting.
Before the liquid filth had had a chance to trickle down his thighs, Mika
horse-kicked the guy in the nuts and whipped out a stiletto blade from under
his shirt.  The bastard’s eyes were glassy and he was high out of his mind. 
Normally, they would start begging for mercy by now.  Not this brainless ape,
though. 
This brainless ape grinned.
Mika grinned back.
After he had plunged the blade into the guy’s eyeball right down to the hilt. 
It was pathetic how the guy could not even scream because of the low-grade acid
he had taken coupled with cheap moonshine and probably E.  Mika shook his head
again.  The world did not tilt nor did it turn funky and downright bizarre. 
Nope, he was not high.
Yet.
He twirled the blade around in the guy’s eye socket; no reaction followed. He
had better end this quick before the coppers showed up.
“Good night,” Mika jeered as he plunged the knife into the ape’s throat,
slicing open his windpipe.   His hands were literally covered in all sorts of
filth so there should be no traces of him left in the scene.  Oh wait, some of
his hair and skin cells might have fallen onto the floor.  Mika surveyed the
rank floor.   Whatever.  He wanted a shower in a proper home and he was not in
the mood to stick around for a second longer than what was necessary.
He still ducked into the bathroom and scrubbed the blood and cum off his body
until his skin was raw pink. 
As he left the motel room, a surveillance camera zoomed into the back of Mika’s
pixelated silhouette, capturing a speck of blood that had splattered onto
Mika’s exposed hip.
 
 
-
 
 
“Oh, I’m sorry, did that hurt?” Mika asked, schooling his face into an
expression of sympathy.
The guy nodded like an obedient pup.  Tried to, because Mika had already torn
out random bits from the spine area.  He had never taken biology but he was
sure that the lumpy pale things on the ground were bones.
“Lemme fix that for you.” Mika beamed down at the guy.  He swung the saw around
and took his head off in one swift blow.
Ugh.  Maybe he should stop this whole, ‘kill all the rapists who should be in
prison’ thing.  For one, his ass was sore and that made subduing the said
criminals fucking difficult.  For another, being naked out in the middle of
nowhere in Coquitlam in the dead of winter was not fun.  Well, the torture part
was fun, but now that he had had the fun he had no choice but to come crashing
down to the miserable reality full of pardoned criminals.  His balls felt like
they were going to freeze and fall off.  Maybe he should go hit up a Timmy once
he had cleaned up.
Mika cursed under his breath as he waddled into the frigid creek.  Fortunately,
snow isn’t a thing on the West Coast and this would have been even worse in
actual sub-zero temperatures.
He was in the middle of putting on fresh clothes when searchlights flooded up
the area.  Ah fuck.  Seriously?  He dove into the creek without any hesitation
and stayed down, maintaining a calm composure as not to waste oxygen.  He
counted to a hundred slowly and tried to slow down his heartbeat.
When he comes back out, he was greeted by a lovely, aggressive police dog who
snarled at his face.  Mika returned the greeting right back and snapped his
teeth at the dog as a bonus.  It was hilarious to see the dog literally turn
tail and run away to hide behind a popo’s leg, whimpering.
“Mikaela Shindou, you are hereby under arrest for multiple documented and
unofficial missing persons and/or murder charges.  You have the right to remain
silent as everything you say will and can be used in court.  You have the right
to—”
Mika chuckled.  “Yeah, yeah. Spare me the details.  Let’s go, boys.  Show me
what that prison looks like in real life.”
 
 
-
 
 
Mika was barely twenty-nine when he was tried and found guilty of twenty-two
murder charges.  He refused to plead guilty whilst appealing as someone who was
not criminally responsible on account of mental disorders.  His attorney was
useless, wanting him to at least try and appeal as someone who was not aware of
thirty-plus murders he has planned and exacted.
 
On his first day of eternity in prison, three men tried to jump him.  They were
all pathetic, relying on their brute strength and size to subdue Mika.  Mika
was quick to correct their wrong presumptions by sending them straight to a
nearby hospital outside of the prison.  He was not forced into the isolation
units as it was only his first day.
On his second day, his cell mate thought it would be a grand idea to set up a
fuck buddy system in exchange for protection and a promise that Mika would not
use him like a punching bag.  Mika convinced him to drop the promise part and
let the coward jerk him off and returned the favour.  He was aware of a handful
of guards and other inmates watching them but chose to ignore them for the most
part.
On his third day, some of the inmates had the audacity to call him a ‘prissy
blond fag’ and attack him.  Since he had no patience for nursing a wound, he
pushed himself out of the way and used the momentum the kick one of the
assaulter’s head.  He fell without as much as a pained cry.  Seeing their
leader go down so easily scared the goons into begging for mercy.
The guards did not hesitate to detain him at the isolation unit this time
around.  They let him out after eighteen hours, not that Mika cared.  As soon
as he was released, however, the lowest of the lowest clamoured to beg and vie
for his attention, all for the sake of fragile safety in a hell hole full of
criminals who were sentenced to live the rest of their lives here.
 
Whatever.  At least Mika’s life would not be completely boring despite his
current circumstances.
End Notes
     I guess my inner sociopath ran loose for a bit.
     #PsychMajorProbs
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