Author's Note: Hello! Hey, look what I'm working on aside from my other shit. Isn't ADD wonderful? Anyway, I love Yui, the girl for DL, but I hate her personality type. You know what I mean, the timid, demure, little ones who can't do anything but get punted around by the boys in her life. It's a running theme with these dating sims and I got, well... fed up with it. So give you the same boys and story we love, just with a girl that's got some fight in her. So here you are. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I own my OC. Not the boys or the story, if I did own the boys we would be having a very long lecture as to the proper handling of women.
Chapter 1
The sky was dark, with unfallen rain. The manor loomed before the teen girl who was lugging a red suitcase across the pavement. She tossed her long auburn brown hair behind her shoulder with a casting glance at the sky. Rain broke free from the sky, droplets wetting the girl below. She looked up at the sky and smiled; when thunder cracked she hurried up to the houses doors with a giggle. She fought with her bag up the stone steps, it flipped over once but she kicked it back into place. She reached up and banged the knocker a few times. The sound echoed throughout the manor but no one opened the door.
"Hello!" she called, adjusting the strap of her black purse that was slung across her torso; she rolled her eyes and called again, "Hey!" She reached for the door and jumped a bit when it opened. She shook her head and pushed the door open.
There were few lights on inside, the house was dark; she was dripping on the red carpet as she walked into the house. "Yo, anybody home?!" she called. She closed the door behind her, but no one came to greet her. She frowned, "Rude. Maybe they weren't told I was coming."
She walked deeper into the house, a fancy chandelier lit a grand staircase sending a soft glow over the dark manor, and she called out again. Thunder boomed, but no one answered. She noticed a person lying down on a nearby couch down a little hallway. She walked over to him; it was boy about her age, dressed in a kind of uniform. He had messy red hair and was asleep.
She walked up to the couch and said, "Hey." When he didn't move she poked him in the head. She started to find that he was cold as ice. "Hey, you okay." She reached out and took his wrist, checking for a pulse. Nothing, the steady thrumming of a heartbeat was absent. "Ach," she hurriedly reached for the pocket on her purse which contained her phone, "An ambulance on day one." She stared dialing while simultaneously prepping for CPR.
A hand lashed out and snatched the smart phone from her, the redhead sat up with a groan. "Damn, you're noisy." He opened moss green eyes and snapped, "This isn't your house, so be quiet."
The brunette fell back on her butt in shock, "Oh" she said in a small voice, her head rushing through possible explanations. "You're not dead. You're just fine. Of course." She closed her eyes and rubbed one temple, "Creepy house, thunderstorm, and a not-dead person, what's next? A swarm of bats."
The boy looked at her, "Why wouldn't I be alive?"
"No temperature and a lack of a heartbeat are usually equal a deceased state." She shot back. She shook her head and got to her feet, aiming to find a kitchen with some form of sugar.
Suddenly she felt an arm wrap around her waist and threw her onto the bench. The boy was hovering over her, like a predator with his prey. She glared at him, "What are you doing?"
He smiled and said, "I think you know what the answer is." He leaned down and murmured against the skin of her neck, "I'm about to take you."
A hot trail laced down her throat, she flinched and lashed out. Her leg connected with a rather sensitive place on the male anatomy. The boy fell off her onto the floor, groaning. She sat up and pulled up her collar a bit, "You just came back from the dead, so I'll forget you just did that."
"Ayato, what's all the commotion?" A voice called.
The teen looked over to the figure in the hall, "Damn, what do you want, Reiji?"
A tall man, dressed similarly to the redhead, but far more put together. He had lavender colored hair and wore rectangular glasses over magenta eyes. "This is an entrance hall. It is meant to be used as a place to greet our guests. Take your activities to your private room in the future."
"Trust me bud," The girl said, standing and adjusting her purse, "there are no 'activities' occurring here."
Ayato sat up, "That was interesting."
She grabbed her bag and walked over to the newcomer, "S'up."
"And you are?" Reiji asked.
"Hatsune Yumeki," She said, "Dad said I'm moving in here. Though why he'd think a place with a molester zombie was a good idea, I'll never know."
"I heard nothing of the sort." He said, he turned to the teen still sitting on the floor, glaring at Hatsune, "Ayato, explain this to me."
"Huh?" he looked up at the older male, "How should I know?" he turned back to Hatsune, "You never said anything about that, Pancake."
"Calling the girl who just kicked you in the nuts 'Pancake' might not be the best move on your part." She said to him, her tone threatening.
He tsked at her and turned away in a pout. Reiji spoke up, "That is strange; I wasn't informed of this."
"So," Hatsune said, turning to Reiji with a kinda smile, "who are you?"
"We shouldn't talk here." He turned and began walking off, "Come this way. See to her luggage."
Hatsune turned to see who he was talking to, since the redhead didn't seem to be one for taking orders, and jumped when she saw a butler type person take her bag and smoothly dissolve in the shadows. She blinked and turned back to Ayato; she sighed and followed after Reiji muttering, "If my dad was still around, I'd kill him for putting me here."
The brunette was now sitting on a bench in a different room with Ayato in the chair next to her. Reiji was standing across from her, "Now, in the interest of formality, let us begin by having you tell us about yourself and how you came to enter this house."
"Well-" Hatsune started when a voice cut her off.
"Is it true? Is there really a cute little human girl here?" Leaning against the railing of the floor above was another red haired teen in a fur lined coat and a fedora hat smiling down at them.
Instantly he was sitting next to Hatsune and licked her cheek, she jumped to the end of the couch, curling in a defensive ball, a fist ready to hit the next person who got close. "Mmm," the teen hummed, "you smell so nice and sweet."
"Please let me have a lick too." Another voice chimed in.
Her ear got a warm lap, this time she jumped clear off the couch. "Okay! The next person who licks me is going to really regret it!" she barked.
The boy who'd licked her looked to be a bit younger than her, had a brighter shade of lavender hair, and was clutching a teddy bear close to his chest, "You're right, she is sweet."
"Now you two, don't you think that behavior is a little impolite towards a lady you've only just met?" Reiji admonished.
"I wish to increase the word 'little' to 'very', please." Hatsune growled.
"Eh? But doesn't everyone want to taste something that looks yummy?" The teen with the hat defended himself. "Don't you agree, Kanato?" he said towards the young teen.
"Yes." The boy replied, with a soft but chilling smile.
"Knock it off, you guys!" Ayato barked at the other guys, "Yours truly saw her first. I intend to be her first everything."
"Lame." A new arrival said, "I'm so sick of you calling yourself yours truly."
Ayato jumped up, scowling, "Screw you! I know that's you, Subaru. Show yourself!" he yelled.
"Over here." A silver haired young adult was standing over by cabinet against a wall, "I thought it smelled like human in here. So it's you, how dare you interrupt my precious sleep?"
"My apologies," Hatsune said, her voice flat, "I'll try to keep it down the next time I'm being molested. By the way, how the hell are you guys doing that teleport thingy?"
"My question first!" He yelled, a fist smashing into the wall leaving quite the hole.
"Oh," she said quietly, "That was unexpected."
Reiji took a breath and asked, "Has anyone been told anything about this young lady who has come to live here with us?"
"A decision I am reconsidering, father's wishes to hell." Hatsune said, "Five teen boys vs. one girl, I don't think so." She started walking back towards the exit, "I'll figure something else out."
"Just a moment!" Reiji stopped her, "I am attempting to verify the truth of the matter. Wouldn't it be rather impolite to leave now?"
She tossed a look back behind her, "Don't know, don't really care.
"Are you the woman he mentioned?" Yet another voice broke in.
"Shu," Reiji said to a blonde lying on a couch under the window, "do you know something about this girl?"
"Maybe." The male replied, not even looking at them.
"Don't 'maybe' me." Kanato said, "I would like an explanation."
"That guy…" Shu said lazily, "contacted me the other day. He said, 'We have a guest arriving from the church, so treat her with respect.'"
"What?" Ayato asked, "Are you telling me that Pancake here is the prospective bride?"
"Oh, is that all?" Kanato said, almost let down.
The teen in the hat chimed in, "More like a sacrifice than a bride."
"Oh, right," Shu said, his eyes opening, "and he also mentioned not to kill her."
"Eh?" Hat-Boy wined, "That mean we're going to have a verrry long relationship with her."
"Okay, that's it!" Hatsune yelled, "I have had it with the acting like I'm not here! First, you all need a lesson in the concept of personal space! Second, bride or sacrifice I don't give a damn! I'm leaving anyway; I don't care what my dad said. I am not sticking around in this house with a bunch of teen boys who are obviously more than they seem."
She stalked towards the door, threw it open and stalked out. No one followed her, but she didn't get far before she stopped, sighed and leaned against the wall. She rubbed her temples and slid to the floor, "Ach, no, no, think it through. Think it through." She counted off on her fingers, "You have nowhere else to go, no car, no money, your bag was put somewhere in the house by the quiet butler, that freak still has your phone, and it's raining." She let her head fall back against the wall, she reached over and unzipped the first pocket of her purse and pulled out a letter. She looked at the letter that bore her name in her father's handwriting. She reached under her neckline and pulled out a silver and red cross and rubbed it between her fingers, gazing into the red jewel in its center.
The brunette looked up and saw Reiji standing there, "Are you finished with your tantrum?"
She sighed, and got up, "I'm serious about that personal space thing. Learn it."
Hatsune was standing with her arms crossed and glaring at the group of boys. "Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, allow us to introduce ourselves."
The brown eyed girl blew a strand of her bangs out of her face, "Be my guest."
"That is the eldest son, Shu." Reiji said, gesturing to the teen lounging on the couch. "I am the second son, Reiji." He directed her attention to the first person she met, "This is the third, Ayato."
"I want my phone back, jerk." She spat at him.
He tossed it at her, chucking as she had to break her stern front to scramble to catch the red smartphone, "You won't get away next time."
She slipped the phone back in its pocket, "Anytime you want another nut-shot, let me know." She spat.
Reiji cleared his throat and pointed at the boy with the bear, "Kanato."
"Please let me sample you again sometime." He said, smiling at her.
The smile she shot back was full of sarcastic politeness, "Not happening."
The hat brother was named as Laito, his greeting was the most insulting, "Please to meet you little Bitch."
The forced smile on her face vanished, "Likewise, dick." She spat.
"And the last son, Subaru." The silver haired teen tsked at her.
"What a waste of time." He growled.
"Okay, I'm Hatsune Yumeki and I would like an explanation about, a: the bride/sacrifice thing and, b: what's the deal with the ninja skills? I have a pretty good sixth sense but you guys just blow past it." She demanded.
"There, there, little bitch." Laito crooned, he and Kanato had appeared on either side of her, and hand on her shoulder was strong enough to hold her in place. "You're about to become very good friends with us, so you shouldn't be needing this anymore." He slid his other hand into her pocket for her phone and pulled it out. "Right?"
"Dude, give me back my phone? Right now." She said slowly. Her demand went unanswered.
"I've actually been feeling kind of peckish." Kanato said.
"Tell me about it." Laito agreed, he leaned down so he could whisper right into Hatsune's ear, "You smell so delicious, little bitch."
She twisted out of Laito's grip and swung a fist; he grabbed her by it and pushed her back. She fell on to the carpet harshly. Pain blistered on her knee. She sprung back up, fists at the ready. Six sets of eyes were fixed on her, but the thing that made her fists lower was that each pair of eyes was glowing, lit up like lanterns. The truth that she'd been denying, and the theory that only her human nature to need absolute proof of the impossible had been keeping her from voicing, now leapt to the forefront of her mind. She let out a dry laugh, "Of course, because what else could make this any worse. Of course they'd be vampires."
Hatsune had once more left the room without being followed; she pulled out her MP3 player and earbuds from her purse. She needed to think, she scrolled through her music, she'd have to get her phone back soon. Of course all her music was backed up on her laptop but she had no guaranteed they wouldn't take that away too. She sighed as the up-beat song filled her ears as she walked through the dark halls. She had no clue where she was going, she just needed to process. She fingered her switch knife in her bag, just in case any vamps got any ideas of surprising her again.
She'd always been a fan of the supernatural, fantasies, fairy tales, and mysteries. But now she was living one, stuck in a house with six vampires, three of which seemed to have little regard for personal boundaries. She assumed that all the regular superstitions about vamps were probably hogwash. So she'd have to find other ways to keep them in line. She hummed along to the tune playing in her ears, and then began singing softly. She stopped when she heard metal clanking to the floor. A few paces down was a door standing ajar with a pile of broken chains in front of it.
Carefully she stepped inside, the room was dusty and all the furniture was covered in tarps. She examined a table with tons of fancy jewelry spread over it. They were pretty but to gaudy for her, she preferred pretty, but simple. Then something caught her eye, she looked over at the window doors leading to a balcony and saw someone standing there. A woman had her back to the room; her hair was falling to the floor. It was a familiar shade of lavender, but she couldn't seem to remember. The woman turned to look at her, when their eyes met and shard pain drove into her chest. She gasped and staggered into a bookcase, sliding to the ground. A few books fell around her but none struck her. The pain faded but she couldn't quite remember what had caused it.
Hatsune looked down next to her and saw that a picture had fallen out of one of the open books, a very familiar picture. She picked it up along with the book; the picture was of her father, the Father, holding her as a baby. She scanned the page and wondered, "Is this my dad's? Did he seriously keep a diary?"
Hatsune gives me such happiness the fact that she is not actually my child means nothing now. Despite her temperament, I am still grateful for this blessing every day I live.
She gave an empty laugh, "So I was right. I was adopted." She shook her head, "Figures, but what is something like this doing here?"
"Of all the rooms, you had to pick this one to enter." Reiji's voice echoed.
Hatsune's head snapped up, each brother was in the room. "This is a room we sealed off so one could enter. It seems I will have to fit a new lock."
"That's for sure." Laito was kneeling in front of her, his moss colored eyes narrowed on her, "How did you get in here, Little Bitch?"
"Please, stay put, you're my prey." Kanato said, looking down at her.
"First," Hatsune said holding up a finger, "I am nobody's prey and second, you might not believe this but I swear," She pointed at the open doorway, "that was open when I got here."
"Enough excuses." Subaru barked, hitting the wall again.
"Okay," Hatsune pointed at the silver haired vampire, "he needs to take a chill pill."
"Oh," Laito scolded teasingly, "not again, Subaru."
"Shut up!" he snapped back.
A hand cupped her face and turned her head, she was facing Ayato, he was grinning at her, "That's a look, it's making me excited."
She began to pull away but Laito came from behind her and held her down. Her struggles, which might have had an effect on fellow humans, were useless against vampire strength. "Perhaps I'll partake as well." He said.
"I want a taste too." Kanato said, kneeling to the ground.
"There is only one fact that you must fully comprehend." Reiji said from over by the window, "The fact that you can never escape from us"
"Oh, get straight to the point." Subaru growled, "Just tell her that if she tries to escape, she's dead."
Hatsune was still fighting with Laito and Ayato. Ayato was licking at her throat, while Laito had some sort of fascination with her ear. "Get off!" she cried, "Stop!" She was beginning to dissolve into instinctual panic.
A picture from the wall crashed to the ground, the sound breaking Laito and Ayato out of their haze. "My bad," Shu said, "I knocked it over."
Hatsune decided then that maybe Shu was an ally, she was dragged from her thoughts by an insult that really was grating on the nerves, "Hey, Pancake," Ayato called, "Are you ready?" a hand wrapped around her throat. His grin caused fangs to flash in the moon light.
She closed her hazel brown eyes and collected herself, when they flashed opened they were full of fire, "I think the question should be, if you're ready, vamp." She pushed his hand away and got to her feet. "If you'll excuse me," She said, "I have to hunt down my room now."
