Hi everyone. I do own DL so all the character credits except for Ayame go to the owner and creator of Diabolik Lover's. This fan fiction is based on Subaru Sakamaki and oc I created. I wrote the story in both their POV of things. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

Insane Family

Subaru's POV:

Subaru Sakamaki walked briskly down the school halls, annoyance clearly showing on his pale face. Usually on days like this he would skip school and just stay at the dark old mansion that was supposed to be his home, but today, his older half-brother had insisted that he come to school today. Like every other day the classes made him even more tired and annoyed then already necessary. He stood leaned against the limousine, his arms folded and his eyes closed as a small cold breeze brushed against him, carrying with it a familiar sweet scent of a girl who lived with him in the mansion. He opened one eye and almost regretted for there she stood.

The blonde girl gave him her normal irritating bright smile and spoke in her seemingly innocent voice. "Hello Subaru-san. How was class?" 'Oh yes, a seemingly innocent walking blood bag to my brothers.' He thought himself idly. "Ano…Subaru-san?" He looked up and forgot that he left the human in front of him without an answer. "Annoying." "Eh?!" She looked confused. "Stupid human, I said class was annoying." His sharp voice cut through the air like a whip lash and he saw her wince. He opened the car and sat himself in the furthest corner. The human girl stepped in and sat down as well.

It took only a few minutes before all Sakamaki brothers filed into the car and they set off towards home. Shuu in his usual sleeping stupor listened to whatever music he had on his MP3 player, his eyes closed. Reiji had his nose buried in a chemistry book, Kanato was talking to his teddy bear and Laito and Ayato were fighting about the human girl. 'Tch! Idiots…Imagine fighting about a human girl with no-' "Oi Yui is mine!" Ayato's voice cut through Subaru's thoughts and he glared at him, although he was too busy grasping the human girl close to his chest. Yui looked frazzled and tried to get free from his grip. "Tell him your mine Bitch-chan. Remember the lovely evening we had in the church?" He chuckled his green eyes gleaming. A blush color Yui's cheeks and she pushed away from Ayato, harder this time.

"Could all of you please refrain from causing such noise? And may I also make myself clear, that Yui is mine. Therefore also refrain from touching her so carelessly." Reiji finally spoke up and snapped his book close. His pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his index finger, and the movement caused a glint to happen. "Yui sit down next to me." His voice was quiet, but the command could not be mistaken. "Ahh, teddy looks like brother Reiji has taken a bite from Yui-chan as well." Kanato laughed and hugged his bear tightly. "Yui, now." Reiji's voice darkened and Yui jumped and sat next to him. Silence filled the car the rest of the way, Laito smirked and Ayato looked plainly annoyed. Sometimes Subaru thought the only sane people left in their family was Shuu and himself. But then again, since when did he count himself as sane?

The limousine came to a half in front of the mansion and Subaru waited until all of the brothers were out before he stepped out. He ignored the arguing voices of his brothers and made his way into the mansion stopping at the stairs. Hadn't he heard a noise just now? 'Tch! Just as sane as the rest of them.' He made his way up the stairs and went into his room, slamming the door shut.

Ayame's POV:

Ayame Shirabuki wiped her forehead from the perspiration that down. "Look out!" She barely moved quick enough before a moving box came tumbling down the stairs. "Ayame, Gomen! I didn't see you. Are you alright?" Her uncle called from the stairs, dust covering his shirt and hair. "I'm fine uncle, don't worry." Ayame looked up and giggled, covering her mouth as her aunt rushed out of the living room. "Oh what happened he-" Her aunt looked at the box and then up the stairs where her husband stood. "Oh my…" She burst into laughter with Ayame. "Whats so funny?" The older men dusted himself off and lifted a spider by its off from his arm. "You are uncle! You like you look just like this old feather duster." She shook her head and giggled. "So would you if you just battled your way through a dusty attic." He frowned. "Is that where this box came from?" Her aunt, Yuki asked as she bent down to look at the box. "Oh look it's our box filled with photos from your mother and father Ayame." Aunt Yuki opened the box and took out a shoe box without a top.

The black haired girl opened her hair from its pony tail and shook her hair slightly to loosen it. "Mom and Dad?" She bent down also as her uncle Ren came down the stairs to join them. "Ah no wonder it's so heavy. You always did collect to many photos Yuki." He smiled warmly and took out a photo of a young smiling couple. "That's your mother and father on their honeymoon in Haiti." He handed his niece the photo. "Ahh…They look so happy…" Ayame gave a small sad smile. "May I keep this photo?" She asked both her uncle and aunt. "Of course you may!" They answered in unison and chuckled. Ayame's auburn eyes studied the photo of her parents and put it in her pocket, standing up. "Ayame we can finish cleaning and unpacking up here, so why don't you go out and get some fresh air?" Her aunt smiled at her. "Oh yes you can unpack your boxes later. I'll carry them upstairs." "Sure! I do need some air!" She hugged them both and rushed out of the old house. She put on her old sneakers and turned back to the old house. 'To think that dad grew up here.' She gave a sad smile and turned away pushing away gloomy thoughts and walked down the side walk.

~~~~ 10 years ago~~~~

6 year old Ayame giggled as she ran around the in the small house. Without a care in the world, the girl dashed into one room then into the next, her mother shaking her head and her father hidden behind one of the walls. As Ayame ran into the dining room, her father grabbed her and spun her around as she squealed and giggled loudly. Her mother frowned "Your just as bad as she is Yagami" She tsked and set the food on the table as Ayame sat down on her chair. "Ah Yuri, she's only a child once, so let her enjoy it." He gave his wife a kiss on the cheek and sighed and looked at her daughter, a small smile playing on her lips.

A sharp knock on the door filled the small and both parents looked at each other with fear in their eyes. "Take Ayame and go into the bedroom. I'll try to stall them." The knocked became more persistent as Yagami stared at his wife and kissed her forehead, pain obvious on his face and he walked to the door. Little Ayame didn't understand the commotion, but was followed her mother without a sound. Her mother scrambled into the room and took out the big suit case, throwing in clothes. There was a loud bang and then sound of a gunshot rang in the air. "Ayame under the bed!" Yuri pushed her daughter under and stroked her head. "No matter what don't make a sound." Ayame nodded confused and scared.

The next thing that happened was two men came into the room, but Ayame only saw their polished business shoes. "No! Please leave me and my husband alone. We will get the money for Mr. Faraze somehow!" The woman pleaded clasping her hands together and fear made her voice shake. There was gasp and then the sound of a body falling. Before Ayame's very own eyes lay her mother's body, blood running out of her throat as she choked and gurgled for her last breaths. Her brown eyes landed on Ayame and she made was seemed to shushing noises, but the sound of her choking made it hard to make out. "Mr Faraze doesn't give second chances." The cold thick voice filled with malice filled the air. "Let's go, there's nothing here for us. We have done our job." The footsteps retreated out of the room and the house.

Ayame lay very still her eyes still on her mother as she gave one last breath, her eyes that held fear and pain no longer had any emotion. They were dull and lifeless, just as the body in front of her. The girl crawled out from under her bed and shook her mother's arm. No movement came. She shook her harder, but still no movement came. She swallowed hard and rushed out of the room. She walked through the living room and to the door where her father lay on the floor. Blood pooled the floor. Ayame wanted to scream, but her mother's voice rang in her head. She must be still. She could make a sound. The little girl sat down in the middle of the room on the cold floor, her eyes trained on the white wall ahead. The cold voice of the man repeated over and over in her head.

The voice would do so for many years to come.