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summercreolefanfictioner · 7 months

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diabolik lovers modern college au general headcanons (sakamaki brothers)

• the sakamaki bros don't live in the same house, except for the triplets bcos cordelia is the only legal wife of karl in this au (she's the first wife after all)

• shuu lives in one of beatrix's old condo unit while reiji in one of karl's mini house (yeah he has that house all by himself bcos kaaaaarl)

• subaru lives in the university dorm bcos he doesn't like relying on karl (well except for christa's meds bcos she went insane and all that sht so karl might as well pay for that)

• despite going to the same university, the six of them don't cross paths often (except for the triplets and subaru bcos they like to rile him up and tease him endlessly like a torture)

• since this is modern college au, all characters are aged up (shuu is 22, reiji is 21, the triplets are 20, and subaru is 19)

• despite being the oldest, shuu is stuck in his second year bcos he kept repeating most of his law electives (he would rather slack off than pass his law course wtf and it usually takes around 4-5 yrs to finish)

• all bros were mandated by karl to take at least one business elective per year bcos they might be working under his corporation in the near future (ayato's major is business so he has no escape)

• reiji is an exception to this rule bcos he had been granted by karl to focus only on neurosurgery since "he's the only son who doesn't disrespect me" (tbh it was only a ruse by karl since he has no reasons to make reiji his heir despite him being a genius 💀💀💀)

• ayato is so famous in the university like his red hair stands out and his status as the university's most popular basketball player made him the school IT boy

• but bcos he's a varsity player, he's not often at school so he had to take weekend classes (this is also another reason why most of his exes are either girls who watched his game or they're students from other univ or college)

• his famous relationship tho was with a rich girl who's also the main dancer of a popular cheerleading squad from a rival school (ayato broke up with her due to the immense pressure of social media and her fans)

• ayato is also the eternal chauffer of his two bros like hello let him flaunt that red sports car baby (laito and kanato have their own cars; they just don't like driving that much)

• kanato studies forensic mortuary in the same bldg as ayato and reiji; the law bldg is a separate institution from them so they have no idea what shuu was doing

• except for kanato bcos he likes lounging in the music room singing scarborough fair and bcos his voice is so relaxing, shuu listens to it for free (kanato secretly hates that shuu does it tho bcos it reminds him too much of cordelia and her shtty ways of traumatizing him)

• laito is studying hotel and restaurant management on another bldg and it's the farthest one from all his bros (like you have to pass by 4 or 5 larger bldgs before you reach their institution)

• this is bcos ryoutei university has their own dedicated hotel and restaurant for students with courses related to said industry

• so yeah maya (aka my oc/kanato's s/o) sees laito more often than her own boyfriend in the campus

• laito always has exes in every course like there would be 3 or 4 girls under the same course that have already slept with him what a slut

• and yes there is a huge possibility laito, subaru, and shuu have dated the same girl bcos these three would only date the same type of girl (the pure looking one who secretly has lewd desires and digs bad boys like them)

• it was a shock for yui when she found out half of the girls from her class have slept with laito

• then laito told her he likes corrupting pure girls and toying with their minds until they become insane and dependent on him (sounds canon, no?)

• there was a time when laito dated one of kanato's professors and she ended up dealing with kanato's incessant and murderous glares every time she teaches their class. his reason? bcos "she reeks so much of that perverted laito"

• the sbros actually had this same english prof who randomly fails someone despite their intelligence bcos he likes exerting his power like that

• while some of them threaten him using the sakamaki name, kanato had to disguise as a girl and seduce the sht out of this perverted teacher (the old geezer was so hooked he just believed this girl was kanato's twin substituting for his bro bcos he was 'sick')

• speaking of which, subaru got attracted to kanato's alter ego like once upon a time he saw her daintly pick up her bag and tuck her hair behind her ear and boom heart arrows everywhere

• afterward, subaru asked kanato who was that one chick at his class with the long black hair dressing like a sexy lolita

• "oh, you mean me?"

• subaru had nightmares after that

• and yes kanato uses that info to blackmail him to do his bidding

• "if you don't do what I say, I'll tell everyone you fell in love with my alter ego"

• oh btw subaru's major is more on athletics? like he wanted to be a PE or sports instructor/coach in the future bcos accdg to him "fighting is the only thing I'm good at"

• his allowance is mostly spent on repairs on the dorm tho (guess punching walls ain't limited in the family house)

• the reality of his dream is beginning to weigh on him tho bcos some students are scared shtless of him and his violent tendencies

• laito became one of his students one time when he was assigned to be an assistant coach

• "waaahh subaru-kun your expression is so scary pls be gentle"

• reiji actually dated someone from ayato's class bcos her father has huge connections with famous neurosurgeons

• shuu keeps a video of one of his exes doing some cowgirl sht on him (he likes her moans that's why)

• all of kanato's exes studied in the same bldg as him; and yes, they are all from yui's course but each of them from different years and classes (he is picky like that)

• up to this day, reiji looks down on this one female classmate who dated shuu like what does she see in that good-for-nothing (well uhh his huge d-)

• accdg to both kanato and laito, yui is the loudest girl ayato has been with (kanato swore one day he'll stuff her mouth with socks until she chokes if she keeps moaning so loud while he's watching his fave murder docu series)

• ayato keeps teasing both reiji and subaru as virgins (they aren't tho; but despite their tough facade, their experiences are quite hmmm minimal so there are things they don't know)

• shuu almost dated this one classmate of kanato (almost bcos she keeps talking abt those dead people she handled with formaldehyde which is gross so he was turned off a bit)

• the triplets are usually the representatives of karl during his corporate and family parties (sometimes the other three will drop by... well mostly reiji but the other two must've been forced by karl somehow)

• there was a drunk scandal video of the triplets and subaru where subaru was driving while kanato and ayato kept making fun of him

• then kanato was video calling maya and asking her to come over and "watch a movie with him" while ayato was making delusions of aliens flying around the car, almost causing subaru to drive the wrong way

• laito was sitting beside subaru, reprimanding ayato to stop his delusions bcos there were no aliens but only flying trees (ayo what?)

• there's a part 2 but this time shuu and reiji were in the car and shuu kept laughing at ayato bcos subaru's driving is getting messed up bcos of the alien shenanigans

• and reiji was crying bcos apparently all of them are going to die and also bcos kanato is finally talking "properly" to a girl (what do you mean properly he is being a pervert)

• he also said "laito has finally seen the light and started being the good son"

• yui is actually the one filming all this videos tho

ps. I might make memes abt modern college au later on

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damzelknight · 1 month

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[WIP SKETCH]

Nobuko and Shizuka hanging out and come across Yui.

Hope you enjoy and a congrats to @sassysaxsolo for another amazing chapter

Getting a hang of using a drawing tablet 😆

#digital art #diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers fanart #artists on tumblr #oc artwork #artwork #yui komori #dl oc #fanfic #my art

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lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui · 1 year

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If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.

No one wanted to play with me as a little kid, so I've been scheming like a criminal ever since - to make them love me and make it seem effortless.

I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian because I care...

Beatrix Sakamaki hcs

Beatrix is handsome.

She takes in nearly every way after her father with her striking gunmetal blue eyes, her strong jaw, and her height.

Those dreamers’ eyes were the softest shades of blue circling one another, like the hypnosis of cerulean.

They were framed by long caramel blonde lashes. She had deep-set eyes, one would think they were unfocused and lethargic if not for her rehearsed icy glares shades of brandished steel striking through the blue.

Not to mention their shared standoffish demeanour, however, her father is chased and admired as the steadfast and mysterious Duke of Calabria. She is the self-centred, ice princess who thinks she is better than others.

How strange is that?

Not to mention her monstrous fangs, it was the talk of society, an abnormality. Most vampiric women had lethal fangs but they were long, thin, and elegantly curled in.

Beatrix inherited her war hero father’s large fangs that would slice the flesh of her lips as a child if she wasn’t careful, they were thick and long, glistening with paralysing venom, one wrong move and she could rip one’s throat clean out. It was commanding and they were a clear symbol of an apex predator.

Some find it alluring as there are very few records of women having such ferocious teeth, some find it insulting, a ducal princess having such a feature is vulgar and unladylike.

Others are tempted to know how it feels, after all, vampires experience another’s bite under 2 conditions. When they’re locked in battle or a lover’s embrace. As a way of signifying belonging to another or dominance of the fiercer vampire, even among men such a fearsome trait was rare.

Her height was another factor that stood out; vampires were no dainty creatures, reaching up to 6’8 or 7' 0, but very few women, especially those of the aristocracy, were over 5 '11. Whereas Beatrix reached 6’3, dwarfing her brothers. Yet even as she stood out, heads turning to her approach, very little had seen hesitance in her footfalls.

Everything about her is purposeful.

The person you stare at in envy because she looks like a creation of Pygmalion comes alive. So utterly fantastic to look at with her fluid motions, and sharp angular features carved of marble creating a creature that invokes a sense of inferiority.

Do not be mistaken these circumstances do not mean she lacked the feminine allure, her mother Adelaide was infamous throughout high society for her beauty, to the extent many would whisper she had the blood of fæ. It was evident if the rumoured blood of fæ did exist, Beatrix had inherited it.

But she is sensible and self-deprecating, with a timid air around her, speaking when spoken to, centring herself as a wallflower.

With her mother’s flaxen blonde hair, with thick curls that glistened like Apollo’s. It was radiant, tousled naturally just so, curling around her pale face almost creating a halo-like barrier separating the veil of reality and the ethereal.

Her face was pale like milk, unblemished, with no unsightly blotchy flush, sheen like crushed pearls, a youthful inquisition imprinted upon such a face that it would not fade even as the years wore at her;. a philosophical beauty if one was ever made. The mathematicians would be driven mad by the perfect proportions of such a face.

The golden ratio as they said.

Aside from a triangle of moles on the side of her forehead. With dark arching brows and adorably feminine lips, no matter how hard she tried her poker face, they were set in a pout, a pale peach-pink that complimented her wintertime shades.

Her hands are thin and nimble from long hours of perfecting her letters for her household, they are pronounced at her knuckles, with rosy nails always kept small and tidy. The constellations of needle pricks along her arms were covered in the kingdom’s finest lace.

The face of regrets, she had this intense aura with her long straight nose that she would observe you from as well as her slender neck and collarbones like that of a swan, decorated by precious gems.

Women gripping their sanity when she speaks to them, looking down at them, her eyebrow arched and her lips pulled into this smirk, an amused yet indecipherable face, smarter, stronger, more chivalrous than their pathetic fiancés. Countless handkerchiefs dropped just to hold her attention, foolish excuses of tired legs as they occupy her table at banquets, brought along to dinner parties with picture-perfect poise as they take hidden glances at this dreamlike entity.

Her most appealing feature (to a man at least - to most her existence itself so paradoxical you could not look away) would be her legs, she had a dancer's poise. Her slender figure curved into wide-set hips, and strong legs with taut muscles.

To her it's all just a burden, her slim pear silhouette just means her corset has to be tighter to emphasise it.

All in all, she looked like the idealistic vampiric woman, with her inscrutable expression, practised politeness, and gentle voice with the sophistication that the affluent lorded over.

Her voice is quite a nasty thing, it’s quiet, throaty, and feminine. It’s commanding, a declaration of someone so obviously of the upper echelon, with her mixed accents of the knowledge of more languages - dead or alive- than one could even name.

It made you feel centred when she talked to you, concentrating only on you, her lips moving inpatient syllables, the attention was flustering, but it was flattering.

But when she smiled? Those rare unpractised uncertain smiles that came with the hesitance of one who wasn't used to joy? She was the most stunning woman in the eyes of the beholder.

She looked her best in her bruised colours. They complimented her golden blonde locks as they fell against bodices of the shades of twilight. Always neatly tied out of her face, even such untameable hair was placed with the purpose to enhance her face.

At her debutante, it was for the sake of her family flaunting their newest offer for the marriage market, or to showcase her dress from the seamstress sponsored by her family, or her earrings from her family's diamond mines.

A perfect political piece. One that raked in just the right amount of attraction without shoving herself out like a harlot, her audience’s shallow curiosity that could never uncover her swallowed secrets pushed down to the bottom of her stomach allowing her to put duty first, such a well-rehearsed puppet it was no wonder no one had ever cracked past her facade.

And I could recite about that beauty of hers for many more pages, but there lay such charm in her sardonic wit that I'd truly be doing her an injustice with just flattered vanity of her physical appearance.

When the water washes away the dark liner, power and rogue blush it reveals tired eyes tinged with lilacs from sleepless nights pouring attention over old, cracking books, possessed by a mind with far more ideas than her body could ever contain.

Her conversations with Mr Moon and the ceiling were never-ending, feet pacing back and forth, curls tugged in frustration, a pathetic figure curled in the warm water of the tub during the witching hour. Her matted hair is wet as she seeks warmth; a cigarette lit between her lips, already the third one. Evident by the other buds in the ashtray yet it is only a prelude to all the other substances she will smoke before attempting to bear with her stifling family at breakfast where her brother’s hateful stares and her father’s refusal to sit at the same table will erase her appetite so she fills herself with the dizzying smoke in preparation.

Rather than the princess in the glasshouses, she is the glasshouse.

Even though she is effortlessly beautiful, she is an absolute mess if left to her own accords.

Her hair was tossed together in a ridiculous excuse of an updo framing her face in the privacy of her attic regardless of whether it was wet or knotted, all alone slouched over the library chairs, hands turning pages of journals that should be falling apart.

Her tongue slips past her fangs, a teasing pink, as she concentrates—chapped lips and a dry throat, a hunger so desperate to fill the void.

So focused on the past not wanting to live in the present.

She spends her days cooped in the West Wing’s library long abandoned since Adelaide’s death, skipping the family dinner times and seeking refuge in a dusty salon sipping soup from her maids tin can, she blocks out the scornful looks - stealing the tiniest amounts of power hidden in her brother’s waistcoat, her sharp accent slurred into something softer and more compassionate - almost human on her fall from divinity.

Cautiously, weaving lies to hide the large secrets in her larger mansion.

Familiar with the dark attic where long hours are spent, the rusted phonogram has been playing the same tunes since she was a child. Long limbs glistened with sweat, stretching and bending. Twirling and twisting, the music slithering into her bones, guided by pure instinct and primal need to continue this solo piece for hours on end, surpassing perfection till her bloody feet, blue and black now dyed bloody red, had created her masterpiece on the floor.

At her core she was a dancer first, a slave to the muses, discarding all to glide in a castle of salt and sand made from soft notes to the tempestuous thundering of instruments. Only broken feet to prove it.

Yet she was sharper than she ever let on, books tucked under her arm snuck into her room, jam stains smeared on them as she carelessly turned pages, folded her pages as her attention is dragged away to another, ink-stained hands noting her discoveries cramming pages that had been filled when no other journals were found and she filled notebooks away with her thoughts only returning to write more about her mundane life, the lines squeezed with the pressure of recording her.

An attempt to immortalise herself, to prove her existence, to stop herself from becoming a nobody that nobody will remember.

They were stacked alongside the walls, making her protective fortress of loneliness, crates of chalk used up as she wrote up equations and erased them upon her walls, spewing the voices in her head across them.

Her inquisition continues. What was the point in starting something if she couldn’t see it through?

She was no lady, not here at least, they could herald her as their porcelain puppet out there but here. In the drab rooms, just past the insect-bitten velvet curtains, the light shone on a little dirty diamond. Unfortunately, her walls had ears.

Jars of stored specimens, dirt so deep under her nails from the dusks and dawns when her silent steps discovered what lay beyond her gilded castle, but her excuses were flimsy for all her intelligence the language of people came weak.

Her brothers raided her rooms of adventure, smashing bottles, tearing and burning pages of long nights, the tiniest mistakes led to unimaginable consequences.

Accusations hurled, the scorn and misplaced anger toppled its boiling cauldron.

God forbid anyone heard her pleas, her father who had long forsaken her too burdened with the sight of his wife’s killer. Her phonogram was in so many pieces, that even her skilled fingers rearranging the coils and metal pieces could not resurrect it.

So she escaped, for more and more days, the hours stretched until she escaped from her tower. Disguises and lies freely flowed and she perfected her art, but all her achievements outside her snowglobe led to harsher winters within.

Unfortunately, children who are starved accept all that is given, the warmth of the outside made her forget how filthy it was. It dragged her down, and the wrong people started seeking her, but it made her feel wanted so she followed the tune of the piper, it was a shelter of delusion and exploitation.

Till that too shattered and she transcended the basic wants and needs.

Perhaps that is where her loathing for the outside world came from, the poison far too deeply attached to her haemoglobin, flowing through her beating heart and corrupting all.

But every action has an opposite effect and consequence, and the cane, the choice of weapon her executioner had chosen, broke her apart further than she had ever been before.

As her facade came apart there was only one solution really, to send the doll shop back to the toy shop for parts to be switched out and replaced, once more winded to perfection till it fell apart again.

She arrived at her new home ‘ Grimhilde’s Academy for Noble Ladies’, on a drizzling January morning.

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hattori-ryuu02 · 4 months

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Diabolik Lovers oc - Hattori Claudia

||hey! She's just an ordinary girl from an ordinary orphanage. She has an older brother who obviously wanted to get her out of there, but Karlheinz managed to do it first and now she is prey to most of the clans.

Clearly it is not a better made mc, perhaps a remastering would be good, but for now it is what I have.||

Grade: previously in Second year (same classroom as Ayato and Kanato). She now belongs to the support room along with Carla and Shin.

17 years old

Height: 150cm

hobbies: listening to music

dislikes: being bothered by her older brother

favorite food: spicy

special skill: gymnastics, hand-to-hand combat.

At first he always seems very normal, smiling and eager to make friends. He is not the best person but he has a good heart that cares about others although sometimes he can be 🚩🚩🚩 and gets angry very easily it is just a matter of being patient. She is not so hyperactive or has a very sweet vocabulary, she is just kind and depending on your behavior or actions, she behaves differently with you.

more information coming soon 👍👺

As a last fact, she is Mexican, she has no roots in being Japanese, but it is a secret to have a Japanese surname ☝️

#diabolik lovers oc #dl oc #claudia #multifandom #diabolik lovers ocs #diabolik lovers oc blogs #diabolik lovers #diabolik oc

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12thdoctorkazami · 17 days

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[I've seen the deepest darkness and wrestled with gods. Ride the noble harness.]

[casually fcks the canon and draws as wish]

I know Subaru looks so pale with white lashes but I love 'albino Subaru' headcanon a lot and bat-type ears were always something I want to give it to him!!!

For this drawing, I used Masqureade Jewely outfit for him with several changes. I changed jewely color to match with Lapis' jewely.

Still have to work on Lapis' outfit- but works for now. I love her cloack tho-

and and look, I didn't forget my tumblr!!

Instagram: 12thdoctorkazami

Wattpad: Dr_Kazami

#diabolik lovers oc #dl oc #sakamaki subaru #diabolik lovers #oc artwork #poseidon #deity oc #original character #dr kazami #oc #oc illustration #ibispaint art #ibispaintx #ibispaintdrawing #daughter of poseidon #child of poseidon #greek mythology #neptune #wattpad

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blackenedrosary · 4 months

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Saved by the mystery

「 🎞 Scenario 1 」 Cecile is in Ryoutei Academy's library. Suddenly, a thunder stuck outside, causing him to flinch and hit the shelf beside him. A book threatens to hit his head. As he opened his eyes, he is met with the eyes of an unknown

| Carla: Are you unharmed? That was close.

| Cecile: ..Sorry.. it's my fault.. I'm okay, thank you. (That..was embarrassing..)

Hellooo! Rosario here! First post of 2024 & First art post, too! I decided to participate in @equinox-86 's collab! I had been eyeing for some time, and finally, it is here!

Not only is this the first art post of 2024, but it is also Cecile's first appearance! It certainly won't be the last!! I hope you enjoy the drawing, I really love it.

I re-worded the scenario a bit to fit my oc! But you can find the original scenario on Nox's page, mentioned further up! :)

#♱ Second | No Deception #♱ Fifth | No Falsehood #diabolik lovers #dialovers #DL oc #TsukiNoxCollab2024

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crookedherringcolorclod · 3 months

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“Slithering in our grasp” Triple A (Asa, Akemi, and Amaya) and Keiichirou (@gingerall ‘s oc!)

A/N: Well… Its been super long since I made a fanfic, hasn’t it? Not to mention I barely made a fanfic with someone else’s oc! After a long long time, I finally got to writing my OCs with @gingerall’s OC Keiichirou which takes place in one of his fics called Eden and its downfall. I really hope I did him justice for you! Also I’m really curious as to how he would react to my OCs, especially Akemi…👀👀👀

The Sakamaki manor’s atmosphere seemed to have changed over the past few days. Never mind its usual macabre atmosphere and the faint stench of death from corpses past present it the earth below.

No. That is not the case, it all started when the current sacrificial bride decided to bring another man into the manor’s doors, for a school project, apparently. It was a strange school project not even the sadistic triplets knew or even heard in class, that is if they even paid attention in class. “I swear on it, Reiji! There is no project! That bastard is playing with us!!” Ayato exclaimed, running his hands over his ruby red hair in frustration, clearly starting to doubt himself and his memories of school fogged over the random things he thought of during class: Takoyaki, basketball, big breasts, whatever.

Reiji removed his glasses to wipe them, “Like I said, it would be beneficial for her to learn from Mr. Seong, her grades have been slipping as of late this year.” He explains cooly as he pushes his glasses back on. Ayato looks over at his older brother angrily before storming off in a random direction. “Stupid Reiji! What is he trying to fucking pull here? How dare Chichinashi bring another guy in her room who isn’t Ore-sama?” Ayato grumbled as he stomps his way down the corridor, paying no mind to the expensive porcelain on display, the assortment of portraits of several people he didn’t give two shits about hanging on the walls with their black stares nor did he pay any mind to who was in front of his way, fumbling over his phone as Ayato bumped into him.

“Oi, watch where ya going, you idiot!” The youngest snarled, the grip around his phone tightened as he scolds his older narcissistic brother only to curse out again as his phone beeps, “Fuck! Why won’t she pick up? Come on, come on already…” Subaru groaned in frustration while dialing the number on his phone again, his ear pressed harshly at the recently cracked screen to hear the phone ring. “Hah? Says you! You’re blocking my way! Why the fuck are you on the phone for?!” Ayato questioned the youngest, grabbing the phone from his hand without warning to look at the screen. “Shut up, I’m trying the get that jerk out of here! Give me my phone back!” Subaru hollered as he tussled with Ayato over the cracked phone that was still ringing in his palm.

“Subaru! Whatcha calling me for? Me and the others are just about on our way back from shopping. Did you want anything? Snacks? Some trinkets for your emo outfits? I can ask the familiars to go shopping again if you want since we’re like, in the car so you have to send me a list.” A preppy voice calls out, filling the room and stopping the two vampires from their fight, emerald eyes widen in recognition at the sound of the girl’s voice from the phone. Ayato takes the chance to push Subaru away, “Oi! Give the phone to Ghost Eyes for fucks sake! It’s urgent!” Ayato demanded, pressing his ear against the phone harder in hopes of hearing the girl better through the low signal as Subaru tried to claw at him to retrieve his phone. “Huh? Did you want to talk to Asa? She’s busy now, working for your father, remember? It’s Thursday, her busiest day?” Amaya stated bluntly, her voice choppy over the phone, “Anyways, Me and Akemi are just about on our way back anyway, why are you so bossy with me Ayato? Where’s Subaru? Why do you have his phone?” Before Ayato could answer, Subaru finally snatched the phone out of the other vampire’s grasp. “YUI BROUGHT A SHADY FUCK OVER! HE’S IN HER ROOM RIGHT NOW!” Subaru yelled at the phone frantically, shaking his phone as the call went quiet.

After what felt like forever, the moment of silence finally broke, “What do you mean?!! How did this happen??” Another voice rings out, her voice grows pitchy and high with worry. “Akemi, wait! Don’t pull at the phone! I’ll put it on speaker right now!” Amaya urged, the sound of static and shuffling can be heard from the other side. Subaru’s face softened slightly, trying to calm himself down after his outrage, “So? When are you coming back? Are you nearby?” He asks carefully in hopes of calming the distressed girl as white noise rings out from the phone. “It’s just trees and more trees at this point. I’m not sure if we’re even halfway?” Akemi groaned in frustration, “Yesh, it's been like, what? Almost a century since we came here and we still live neck deep into the forest- WAIT A SECOND, I THINK I SEE THE MANOR ALREADY, HOLD ON-“ Amaya squealed over the phone, the sound of a door opening and a pair of footstep can be heard from outside and in the phone, Ayato and Subaru wasted no time to dash over to the manor’s doors and slammed them open, letting the two other vampires inside. “Subaru, Ayato! Please stay put while we go to her room, don’t do anything rash, got it?!” Akemi hollered, already making her way up the stairs with Amaya close by, trailing after her.

Panting. Amaya does her best to catch up to her sister, running as fast as her legs can carry her as Akemi turns to another corner, “Akemi! Wait up a moment! Come on! Slow down!” Amaya yelled frantically, reaching her hand out towards her sister’s hand, and clasping it between hers. “DON’T TOUCH ME!“ Akemi cried out, her breath hitched in shock, causing her to stop abruptly and almost fall to her knees as she looked at Amaya over her shoulder, eyes wide and alight with small flames flickering at her blond lashes. “Hah…Haah… haah… hah” Akemi panted, yanking Amaya's hands off hers as beads of sweat stuck to her bangs and face which had grown paler with worry. “Akemi…?” Amaya called out carefully, making sure she didn’t step too close to her sister’s space, panicked, fiery blue eyes never left hers until the licks of flames had dissipated. “Kemi… you good now...? … You know I didn’t mean to do that…” Amaya whispered, trying to find the courage to stretch her hand out for her sister to hold. Akemi pursed her lips together and shook her head to get herself together, “Yeah, I’m fine… thank you, Amaya.” she breathed out as she took her younger sister’s hand in hers to pull herself up on her feet. Amaya’s dark brows furrow at the blonde “You gotta stop pushing yourself when it comes to stuff like this, Kemi.” Akemi could only nod once as they made their way to Yui’s room, hands linked together, “Come on, that ‘shady guy’ might still be inside Yui’s room,” Amaya urged, tugging at Akemi’s hand as they slowly reached to Yui’s door to the vampires’ surprise, was slightly ajar.

Just open enough for the two to hear light laughter through the door.

“Really, Keiichirou-san, I’m so grateful for your help.” A familiar voice chimed from the open door; Akemi quickly peeked through the small gap to inspect further. She presses her hand against the door and the knob with the other, careful not to make the door move as she looks through the gap to find Yui perched on her bed, a genuine smile on her lips towards what Akemi can only guess to be the young man that Subaru mentioned over the phone, an enigmatic student that she never bothered to interact with until now. “Hey, please don’t say such things, sweetheart. Remember what I said earlier?” A deep voice rings out from the room, Akemi frowns but stays where she is to not alarm the culprit behind the door, “I appreciate you; I hope you won’t forget it, Yui.” Keiichirou states softly as he pulls the small blonde girl into his arms, hugging her so intimately that Amaya lets out a small gasp at the sight.

Taken aback, Akemi tears her eyes from the two humans before her to silence her younger sister, “H-hey! Don’t look at me like that! I didn’t know Yui had a crush of sorts!” Amaya whispered fiercely, waving her hands dramatically as she tried to contain her excitement. “Did you see those shoulders??? He must be the handsome type! Aren’t you curious to see his face, Kemi?” Amaya squeaks as she peers at the gap, trying to glimpse at the red-haired human’s face as she presses herself against Akemi’s back. “Amaya, hush. They’ll hear us, keep it down.” Akemi scolds her fangirling younger sister, gently pushing her away from the door. Letting out a huff, Akemi turns back to the door to keep her eye on Yui and this ‘Keiichirou’ man. Hoping he was too focused on Yui to notice them.

Until a pair of icy blue eyes met hers.

Akemi forced herself from flinching away from this man’s gaze, to stand her ground and wait for his next move as his red lashes fluttered toward Yui, “That’s strange, it seems like I’ve forgotten to close the door properly…” Keiichirou noted to himself out loud, causing Yui to jump slightly, “I-Is that so? I can go close it just in case…” she slowly stuttered out until Keiichirou lifted his hand to reassure her with an easy smile on his face, “No no, no need, I can do it. It would be worrying if someone was sticking their nose where shouldn’t be.” He laughed lightly as he sauntered his way toward the door, his eyes flickered toward Akemi’s as he flashed her a knowing smile, sending shivers down her spine. Akemi’s mind started racing, ‘If he opens the door and exposes us, Yui will depend on Keiichirou more… but I don’t want to leave her with him, in her bedroom of all places!’ the blonde vampire cursed under her breath at the thought as Keiichirou gets closer, his long fingers grazing against the doorknob.

Thinking quickly, Akemi knocks on the door.

Keiichirou cocks his head to the side, curious.

“Yui? Are you in your room? We just got back from the mall.” Akemi calls out, knocking again for good measure as she glares at the red-haired human through the gap. Keiichirou’s soft lips parted, his eyes never leaving Akemi’s, even as Yui brushed past him to open the door. “Akemi-san! Amaya-san! Welcome back.” Yui exclaimed, giving the two vampires a small polite smile as Amaya pulled Yui into a tight hug, “It’s good to be back, you must have been lonely, haven’t you? Who’s your friend over there, hm?” Amaya hummed with a smile spread on her lips as she looked over to the red-haired human with questioning eyes. “Seong, Keiichirou Seong, pleased to meet you. I came here to help Yui on a school project.” he introduces himself, holding his hand out as he gives both vampires his best genuine smile. Akemi purses her pink lips as she takes Keiichirou’s hand in hers, shaking it firmly, “Pleased to meet you… I’m Akemi Sakamaki, this is my younger sister Amaya.” Akemi explained, pointing at her younger sister who gave Keiichirou a small wave, “Um… thank you for helping Yui out with the project while we were out. We were kinda busy.” Amaya mumbled, twirling her long black hair between her fingers. “Haha, it wasn’t too bad. We just finished it just about now.” Keiichirou laughs as he pulls out his phone to look at the time, “Oh dear, would you look at the time? I’m sorry about this but I need to call my driver to take me back home. It's such a shame, I would have liked to talk to you more.” Keiichirou lets out a sigh, feigning disappointment as his eyes find his way to Akemi once more, who only gives him a small, exasperated huff. "Well, it's quite late now, after all, I’m sure you have other places to be.” Akemi waves a dismissive hand as she lightly pushes at the boy’s wide back towards the other side of the door.

“Well then, farewell, Keiichirou Seong.”

Before Keiichirou could turn around, the door shuts in his face, leaving him alone to stare and huff in annoyance at the polished wood. On the other side of the door, Akemi turns her head towards the sacrificial bride, her delicate features now twisted in fear. “Akemi-san… why did you do that?” Yui asked quietly, “It’s all my fault, he didn’t do anything wrong, I promise…” She stuttered before the two vampires, her hands shaking as warm hands enveloped hers. “No… no, it's nothing like that, I promise. We were just worried” Akemi hushes, squeezing the human’s hands gently. Yui’s pink eyes cast down to the floor, her blonde bangs hiding her frown, “… But he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. He treats me like I’m… normal…” Yui pressed firmly, her lips trembling as she tried to bite back her grief. Amaya’s face softens at the sight and places her hand on the girl’s shoulders, “Hey, come on, Yui. I know that your situation is not… Ideal in any way but if this keeps happening, you and this guy could get into big trouble if this continues…” Amaya murmured, trying not to wince at the sight of Yui’s expression growing more detached as she tried to reason with her.

“… I’m grateful for your concern but can I be alone for a while…? I’m kind of tired.” Yui mumbled quietly, retreating herself away from Amaya’s grasp, “I’ll be sure to think about it… I’m not sure if he even knows that both of you are vampires.” Akemi eyes widen at the human’s words as Amaya lets out a soft gasp, “O…ok, we can leave right now… see you later?” Amaya stuttered, unsure what to do but her feet were already making their way out of the human’s room. “That didn’t go well…” Akemi sighed, combing through her blond curls in frustration as they walk down the manor’s hallway, “No shit, we sounded like assholes to her.” Amaya groaned in return, thinking back at her words and Yui’s crestfallen face, “…Maybe they should at least hang out in school in between classes? Keiichirou seems nice?”. Akemi shook her head, looking over the large window of the manor, catching a glimpse of Keiichirou leaning against the gate, “I don’t know, he seems a little off to me.” She frowns at the thought, watching the young man’s red hair get blown in the cold night’s wind with a faint line of smoke emitting where his soft lips should be. Akemi crinkles her nose at the pseudo-scent of cigarette smoke filling her nostrils, she shakes her head at the memories filling her head, rubbing her hands together, dissipating the small blue embers in between. Even after all the years of practicing, old habit seems to die hard.

“Keiichirou Seong… just what is he planning to do?”