Hello everyone! For this fanfic, I decided I wanted to do a YumaxYui pairing, because I think Yuma is sexy as fuck, his voice is sexy as fuck, and everything about him is sexy as fuck. While I actually hate Diabolik Lovers, since there was no plot, no character development for Yui, and everyone treated Yui like an animal, the overall anime in itself was strangely very off. The only redeeming qualities it had were its villians, Cordelia, Karlheinz's mysterious backstory, the gothic style, and Yuma who's sexy as fuck. Anywho, now that I let out my rant, we can get to the good part. So I do hope you enjoy, and feel free to give me constructive criticism. Seriously, the only way I can improve my terrible ass writing is if people fucking chew me out. Luv woooo.
I do not own Diabolik Lovers, because if I did that shit would have been scrapped to the bone and been played out a lot more differently, such as including a sex scene with Yuma.
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CHAPTER 1: Moon Haze
It was a cold dark night, the wind blowing through the air and harshly biting at my skin. It was welcoming, the darkness. It shrouded me in its pitch black shawl, enveloping me whole. Yet always terrifying, as I never knew what lurked in the shadows or watched me when I wasn't paying attention. Regardless of where my imaginery monsters roamed, I knew where the real ones hid. I found only in the dark I could relax, have time to collect my thoughts peacefully, as I became one with the shade and temporarily removed myself from the real world.
Bringing my mind back to reality, I dully thought of the Sakamaki's, and their desires to feed off of me in more ways than one.
Everyday was a ticking time bomb, and as the hours went by, I came closer to exploding. Their determination to drain me dry went more than skin deep. They wanted to destroy my spirit, and take whatever form of innocence I had left.
And they were achieving.
Ever since I came to live with the Sakamaki's, my health has deteriorated like an old toy left forgotten outside. My wavy hair, once beautifully golden and worthy enough to be on a shampoo commercial, now falls flatly against my thin pale bony shoulders. I was willing to bet they were sharp enough to cut through glass, but that may have been my self loathing talking.
My entire soul was wallowing in a sea of despair, and everytime I looked into the mirror, only big sad pink doe eyes would stare back. Often times they were empty, and if they did shine with an emotion, it would be one unwanted.
Purple circles ringed my eyes, and even though they couldn't compare to Kanato's, I wagered I myself could have been mistaken for a vampire. An insatiable lust for blood and sharp teeth were the only things missing.
My very being was changing, inside and out. In a way I realized that couldn't be helped unless I somehow escaped this terrible place. If only there was something that could occupy every vampire's mind at once. A distraction like that could give me an actual chance at escaping.
I snorted and shook my head, chastising myself for even entertaining those kinds of ideas. Even if it were to come true, no amount of make-up or sleep could return the natural pink flush to my pale skin or the naive ingenuous sparkle to my eye.
It took me a while before I regrettably came to understand that showing weakness was the one of the worst things I could do. Growing up I tried to avoid making confrontations. I'd rather endure all of that then get into an actual fight.
Unfortunately for me, every Sakamaki fed off of that kind of fear, and my artery would practically be drained to death.
I should have established a personal authority soon after I realized just exactly what kind of people surrounded me. Or at the very least learned a few basic self defense skills to show them they couldn't do what they wanted with me at every flick of their hand.
Like a true idiot I didn't, and my fear would all too quickly overtake my emotions. As time went by, whatever strength or courage I had mustered faded, along with the tight grip on hope I had my father would one day return. My grip on hope now was only slipping through my fingers.
I sat on top of the ledge, with my legs dangling over, and glanced down at the patch of land Kanato landed on all those months ago. I recalled the sound of bones snapping like twigs, and the sudden adrenaline of fear that coursed through my veins when I ran as quickly as I could down all the stairs to get to him.
It was all to paint me as a moron, even if I did in fact not know any vampire could survive such a fall. The term immortal really did apply to them in every way.
It might have been because I liked to see the good in people, but I did try to connect with the Sakamaki's. Any idiot could see my efforts were in vain and, sure enough, in the end it all failed. The constant shroud of loneliness I lived in was new to me, as there were always friends to play with from church or my father to comfort me. I didn't even have a pet to keep me company.
That kind of isolation could drive anybody to go crazy, and I realized things here were different too little too late. With every vampire I encountered, each and every one took advantage, leaving me to fall down the rabbit hole with nothing to hang on to.
My cheeks turned warm, and I curled my hand into a fist, laying it against my chest. Except one.
Except Yuma.
The very thought of him sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't exactly pinpoint if they were the good or bad kind. He was a member of the Mukami family, and I quickly learned they carried compassion almost achingly close like that of humans. Yuma's personality caught my attention the most.
My heart and mind were a constant swirl of different emotions when it came to him, at war with each other. He had been different than any of the other Mukami's, rough around the edges yet still grateful. It was a strange combination.
Some days he showed off the more dark and aggresive side of a vampires nature. And it frightened me, but there were other times he showed the complete opposite.
On very few and rare days, Yuma would ask me to join him in miniscule chores. Such as picking food from the garden or cooking. During that time I spent with him, he would open up, and talk. About life, about family, he even mentioned once what it was like for him when he first became a vampire.
The Sakamaki's hardly even addressed me by my name, so it was a nice change to just have a civil conversation with somebody. Albeit, I stayed silent most of the time, partially because I was afraid he would yell at me for talking like the Sakamaki's did or say something stupid. Simultaneously, I was learning to adapt to a personality as strong as his was.
Yet that didn't fix the internal dilemma I found myself in. Out of all the Mukami's, Yuma showed the most passive but possessiveness towards my blood. At certain times, he reminded me of Shu and Ayato all rolled into one.
The startling contrast between the two main behaviors he displayed is what left me confused. The raw hunger I would see in his eyes could make any human fear for their lives, but that didn't stop me.
It frustrated me to no end, because I knew deep in my heart there was no excuse for them to treat me like I was property. They could control their bloodlust, they just chose not to. I couldn't imagine what would happen if that self control was just one day ripped away.
Which brought me back to Yuma, and his sadistic personality intertwined with the human still within him. For so long I starved to have a friend, or company of any sort. But the question continued to rage on in my head, loud and clear.
Do I want to deal with what he was, truly was, in order to have a friend?
My heartbeat speeded up, the answer laying just beneath the surface. The response to my own question made me worried. What kind of person was I if I was willing to put up with someone as violent and dangerous as he?
I lowered my head in disappointment, even though I was alone, and let out a stuttering breath. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, and the confusion I felt only grew.
It was hard to put Yuma into a certain category. I thought of how he always carried sugar in his pocket, and quitely chewed on it. Or how his face lights up with a small grin when we were in the garden, checking the fruits and vegatables.
It was strange to see the exact same person using his weight and strength against someone like me. Feeding off of me when it was clear I didn't want him to.
I figured it did no good to have him occupy my thoughts all the time, so I resorted to creating lists of things I didn't like about him. To others, it may have sounded idiotic, but to me it was all I could do.
Whenever my mind started to turn to mush, I quickly thought of how I hated he was so much taller than me, and my neck had to crane just to meet his eyes.
Or his annoying tendency to pick me up, throw me over his shoulder, and carry me off because he had the strength.
Make every bite he gave me turn pleasurable. Tell me in that rough husky voice of his the things I did to him.
My heart skipped a beat at the path my mind started to take. Perhaps it was best to remember how empty I felt after every time he fed off me, and not let my mind wander.
I furrowed my brow, hugging my arms closer to my body. Yes, best to remember it's how I felt anytime a vampire took advantage of my mortality. The uncomfortable invisible rope that tightened around me when I was forced to participate in things I didn't want to do.
I laughed sadly. When was the last time I felt like an actual person, happy to be in my own skin?
Just before I realized my father left me at the will of mentally unstable vampires and was never ever coming back. I expected tears to come rushing down my face like every time I thought of my father, but they didn't. My eyes remained dry.
He was the reason I was in despair, half alive and half dead. My demise a thorn in my side put there by him. Everyday I spent in this hell, that thorn would only sink deeper.
I tilted my head to the side, feeling the cold air once again. No help was coming.
I was all alone. And my hope was running out.
Idly scanning the trees with my eyes, I breathed in the chilly air and breathed out. Nobody would ever really know the true horror hidden behind these walls. The only view people got was from the outside, and that's all they'll ever get. One beautiful and black mansion surrounded by tall foreboding trees, and the undoubtedly beautiful men that stared back from the windows.
I was left unseen because I had no one. If I were to die tomorrow, a very real possibility, only the existing bacteria inhabiting my body would mourn my death. The image of my dead body wearing a white wedding dress and being displayed in Kanato's room of human dolls sent goosebumps up my arms.
The weather began to really get cold, the cool breeze flowing through my hair. Despite the temperature, my body felt warm. Safe. The night was always my friend when no evil vampires were sneaking about. I savoured these moments alone. Nothing but the full moon and me.
Peering down again, the space between me and the ground didn't frighten me. I was curious to know what's changed about me after becoming the Sacrificial Bride. When I first walked through those doors, I had been scared as a little lamb. Jumping at every creak of noise or confusing the cold sweep of air in the mansion as something breathing on me.
Fear was an everyday emotion for me, but when it came to the simple act of throwing my body off of the ledge and splatting all over the grass, it wasn't as big of a bother. At least that way my death would be quick and easy. Unlike now, where my death was a game of darts being played by everyone in this house but me.
A part of me was hesitant to admit what was happening to me, but I couldn't ignore it. I was dying, and not only was my body shutting down, so was my mind. I was like a rat in one of Reiji's experiments, being used and toyed with until it dropped dead.
I knew if I continued to live like this, I'd eventually perish. My hatred for the Sakamaki's surged, and I squeezed my eyes shut. There was no ways for me to cope with my feelings.
The things I was allowed to do did nothing for the constant ache in my neck and tenseness in my stomach. Only when I was left alone did I feel better.
I suppose that's what happens when you're chewed up and spit back out. You lose a piece of your mind, bit by bit.
I raised my head towards the sky, watching the puffy grey clouds shield the moon away. Red light outlined their lumpy shape, casting a slight pink glow. That's what I felt like. Hidden behind a big grey cloud that wouldn't go away. Unlike me, the moon reappeared, its super sized shape taking up the sky.
There I went with childish thoughts again. How could I compare myself to something like the moon? I wasn't the sun, the moon, or the earth. I was a human, a speck in the universe that could burn out, and no one would ever notice.
"No one would ever notice." I murmured.
"Who are you talking to Yui?"
I whipped my body sideways, seeing Kanato standing eerily still and staring at me with his unsettling eyes. He looked as heavenly as always, the only mark of imperfection marring his angel face was the deep purple circles surrounding his eyes. Kanato hardly ever slept, the culprit of his intense insomnia I suspected being nightmares. But I'll never ask him why he despised to sleep. Heaven knows what he would do, probably throw another one of his temper tantrums and attack me.
"Yui?"
I didn't understand how Kanato was so deeply evil and reveled in hurting others, but cuddled with his stuffed bear like an innocent child. His soft child like voice constantly spewing insane nonsense, or harsh cryptic words. Maybe that's where his mind was stuck, as a child, but paired with a body of one not. With a body equipped for killing a village.
"Yui! Are you deaf! Do you even comprehend what I just told you to do?" His high voice turned sharp with anger, cracking slightly from yelling so loudly.
"I was just thinking."
Had to be very careful with what I say around Kanato, he took the oddest things to great offense. Even the slight change of tone in my voice once made him angry.
"Thinking." He tilted his head, a lock of purple hair falling a bit into his eye. "What do prey think about? I usually imagine you all think about rolling around in the mud like pigs. Won't you tell me Yui?"
A deep wariness settled into my bones, causing my stomach to tense from fear. This was the calm before the storm. May act relaxed and sane now, but it was only a matter of time before he lost it.
"I was just thinking about the moon." It wasn't a complete lie, but I didn't need to tell him everything he asked for. "It's become a full moon today."
His purple eyes glanced towards the sky, and he walked closer to where I sat. I scooted away just a bit, not risking one of his fits of insanity and have him push me off.
"Oh, yes. That's a Moon Haze."
"A moon what?" I asked, confused. I've never heard such a thing.
"Stupid girl, you don't know anything do you? Well, your only mortal so I guess I'll cut you some slack." He turned towards me, resting his hip against the ledge bars, but continued to stare at the sky.
"A Moon Haze hardly happens, but it comes around once in a while. In our culture, it's supposed to mean new beginnings, for whatever it may be. However, what it actually does is cause a vampire to unleash their bloodlust on the one they desire the most."
Kanato's eyes were far away, fixated on the moon. I wish I could say I wanted to know what was going through his mind, but I couldn't. He was too calm, too peaceful. My skin prickled with suspicion.
He may have been acting strange, but I was burning with curiosity with what a "moon haze" was and what it meant. I prayed he wasn't pulling my leg.
"Their... Bloodlust. On the one they desire the most. Does that mean, the moon influences a vampire's actions against their will?"
Kanato turned towards me, a strange small smile on his lips. His eyes crinkled at the corners, like he was truly happy about something. "Why, for a human I wouldn't have believed you guessed correctly. But you are still nothing more than my own personal blood bank. Never forget that."
There was no time to come up with a response, as Kanato appeared right next to me in the blink of an eye, having used his vampire speed. He grabbed me by the arms and yanked me off of the ledge.
The strong grip around my wrists hurt, and he pushed me down to the ground.
"Kanato! Stop! Get off of me! No!"
He climbed on top of me, pushing my hands down next to each side of my head. His eyes were wide and staring at me, locked on my face. I had a very bad feeling about what he was going to do.
"This is what the moon does to us during it's haze. We fall completely under it's spell, and the need to feed from your desire becomes so great it hurts. Huh, I would have never thought you would be someone I buckled under the haze for." His purple eyes glittered under the soft red light, and he bit his lip so hard it bled. "Yui? Do you understand? He shook my arms in excitement, scaring me out of my wits. "It means I have to make this enjoyable for you. I have to give you pleasure."
Hearing those words come out of his mouth switched my brain to survival mode. I wasn't going to get out of this by physical strength, and I knew his definition of enjoyable was completely different from that of my own. If I could just convince him to let me go. "No it's okay Kanato! Really, I appreciate the offer but I must d-decline."
I cursed myself for stuttering, but I cursed myself even more for sounding too desperate.
"You... You don't want me to give you pleasure? Would you rather feel pain instead? I can give that to you too Yui, but I just might make you beg for it."
He moved both of my arms to rest over my head, using only one arm to hold them down. If I had vampire strength, I would have already escaped to the other side of the world.
"No! No! I-I'll take pleasure. Please Kanato, I don't want it to hurt."
His crazed eyes seemed sad for a moment, but then his face stretched into a wide grin. The grip around my wrists got even tighter, and I grinded my teeth to prevent myself from crying out in weakness. "Okay Yui."
"You didn't want pleasure, so I assume you want pain. Then when I suggest it, you beg for pleasure. You know what I think Yui? I think you want both. A mix of pain and pleasure never hurt nobody."
Kanato nudged his leg further up between my thighs, using his free hand to gently stoke my cheek.
"Oh Yui! I can hear your blood singing to me. I knew you would enjoy something like this, your fast heartbeat gives you away. If only that sweet pure look of terror once again displayed upon your face."
His eyes widened momentarily, and he shook his head. "Of course, I'm going to make this hurt, but I forget it's supposed to be pleasurable too. Tell me again Yui, do mortal women like a kiss before being pleasured? I always seem to forget." He bowed his head in genuine puzzlement, eagerly waiting for my response.
My chest tightened with every breath I took, and I couldn't help but swallow nervously. There was no way out of this, I might as well give him an answer. Maybe he'll go easy on me.
"Y-yes Kanato. Mortal women do like to be kissed before b-being pleasured." I froze up from fear, cold hard chills going down my spine. It was hard to convince myself I wasn't afraid when I was shaking so badly.
"You're shivering Yui, but your skin is so warm. So warm." He leaned down near my face and inhaled deeply. "You're such an amateur at hiding your true emotions."
His finger gently stroked my cheek, calm and sure of what he was doing. "Even now, I can't help but feel excited. You may be beneath me, but your blood always tastes like the sweetest wine. Only your blood can do this Yui, you should feel honored a puny mortal woman like you can do things to an immortal like me."
Kanato leaned down and placed a very graceful kiss upon my cheek, before slowly making his way down my jaw. I couldn't control my shivering, his skin was so cold. Not to mention the wind. Gripping my wrists even harder, Kanato raised his head for a fraction of a second to say,
"Tempting mortal woman."
His lips came crashing down on my mine, all the while he held my wrists down. He slid his arm around my waist and pushed my body up against his. The sound of our bodies colliding made a dull thud, and it knocked the breath out of me. My mouth opened just wide enough for him to get access.
Kanato's tongue slipped into my mouth, and his nose pressed slightly against my own. It was soft, and he tried to coax me into kissing him back. I refused.
Grunting in frustration, Kanato released my wrists and pulled me tightly against his cold body. His mouth moved down to my neck, where he started to suck and nibble. My eyes closed to their own accord, and I strained against the urge to get closer to him. There was something I was supposed to do and I knew it didn't involve this. I lost all train of thought once Kanato moaned into my neck.
He sat back and settled me into his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist. I laid my hands on his shoulders, curling them into half fists. We were completely pressed up against each other.
His mouth moved on from my neck, turning to a spot just beneath my ear. He sucked at my pumping pulse, his hands at the end of my back encouraging me to press closer to him. I couldn't see how that was possible, considering there was no space left between us.
My conscious kept whispering at me, telling me to move, get off, or leave. Why-why would I want to go? Kanato wasn't hurting me. Right?
A headache struck my brain, and I frowned. I lifted my hand and held it against my forehead. Wait a minute. Something was... Wrong. Why did I feel so strange?
Kanato gently laid me back down, with my legs still wrapped around his waist, and ran a hand through my hair. Laying a hand on the ground beside my head, Kanato leaned over me and hungrily kissed under my jaw.
His cold breath blew over my flushed skin, and I flinched slightly. There was a voice at the back of my mind screaming at me to run.
He's not the right one.
Just then, Kanato's hand started to creep up my shirt, his fingers skimming my stomach.
Yui.
My eyes glanced up, feeling compelled to look at the moon. It hung in the sky, a great beacon of red light. Why was the moon red?
Switching my gaze back to Kanato, I tried to understand what was happening. My stomach was in knots, and I kept sensing danger, despite not seeing any. Unless...
Abruply, Kanato took my face into his palm, and roughly planted a kiss on my lips. I moaned through the kiss in protest, pushing at his chest. My instincts were telling me something was wrong, and for once I had to trust it.
A sharp pain ripped through my bottom lip, and I gasped in pain. Kanato's fangs bit into my lip, and my blood slowly dripped down his chin.
"Kanato stop! No!" I groaned, my words slightly garbled. He only stared at me, trying to drink up as much blood as possible. He slowed, and said,
"No. I'm not finished."
Whatever spell I had been under shattered, and my mind cleared. I realized what was happening, and before I had time to think about it, I shoved at Kanato's shoulders using all of my strength. He fell back, caught completely off guard, and released my lip.
Before Kanato recovered, I scrambled to get up and made a run for the door. I was only a couple of feet away before a hand clamped down on my ankle, and pulled me down.
I thrashed my arms around, hoping I'd poke his eye out or hit him hard enough so I can have enough time to escape. I was about to slap him when he gripped my hands in one smooth motion, and threw them down on the floor next to my head.
Breathing unsteadily, I tried shaking off the lingering haziness fogging my brain.
"Why did you try to run Yui? That's terribly rude of you."
His eyes were crazed, completely glossed over. His brow furrowed, but quickly was replaced with glee. A startingly sharp laugh bubbled out of his mouth, shaking his whole body.
"The taste of your blood is so delicious Yui. Familiar. I don't think I'm ever going to find someone who tastes as good as you. Perhaps I should just keep you for myself."
He gripped the side of my face harshly, and turned it sideways, exposing my neck to him. My throat went dry, the fight in me dwindling.
With my arms and legs trapped, I felt Kanato's body relax and he leaned in close to my ear.
"Yui? What does it feel like to be human?" He whispered quietly.
What an odd question, considering our current situation. For some reason, I couldn't help but give him an answer, even now.
"It feels like... Being the moon."
He tilted his head, a small smile appearing on his lips. He rubbed a finger on my throat, and bared his sharp teeth.
"Oh, Yui."
His fangs sunk deeply into my neck, the sting of his bite burning through me like poison. My skin burned, and it felt like hot liquid was running through my veins.
Blinking hard to see through my blurred vision, I tried moving my head away from his mouth, but he only latched on further. He moaned against my neck, and his tongue dragged across my pulse.
I began to lose all feeling in my neck, and registered through my foggy brain Kanato's fangs pulling out of my skin, only to sink them back into my shoulder a second later. My eyes drooped, until they finally closed altogether.
"Kanato... You need to stop.. You need to..." My voice gradually grew quiter and quieter, fading into the distance. My last attempt at getting him to stop failing.
At this point, I couldn't tell what Kanato was doing to my neck. Maybe he moved away, maybe he didn't. It didn't stop my mind from slowly sinking into unconsciousness and a small tired sigh from leaving my lips.
Eyes closed, I finally let the current of sleep pull me in, and allowed the darkness to claim me.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Damn son, did I really write that? Again? For those who haven't been here since the beginning, I completely redid this chapter and wrote it in a way that wasn't complete batshit. But it was still shit. Anywho!! If you can or if you want, please write a review of this chapter and point out any of the mistakes I'm making. If dialogue sounded stilted, or if a word kept being reused. Literally, tell me what you think. It's ok to shit all over it, that's what I'm doing. But of course, I didn't want this fanfiction to start with Yuma and Yui already in love and shit. This chapter was a bit more of a precedent of what's to come. I really love Yuma, I do not ship Kanato with Yui AT ALL. FUCK THAT SHIT! However, I still do appreciate any of your thoughts, ideas, or criticism. If you ship Kanato and Yui, then you sail that ship. To wrap up, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and if you've discovered me because you've also been looking for YumaxYui fanfiction, we are now friends eternal. Anyways, until next time, enjoy your cable porn, eats lots of junk food, and Team Lestat!