Boy with a mask
AN: Hi guys, this is my first one-shot I hope you'll enjoy it. English is my second language so if there are any mistakes please tell me. I would also be happy if someone could act as my beta. So on with the story and don't forget to review. I don't own Diabolik Lovers.
He was always laughing. Always grining. Always in a good mood. What else could he have done, but smile and act happy.
Smile, to show them "you can't hurt me". Grin, to prove, "I only need me, myself and I".
Smirk, to cover that, "There was, is and will be only one way "The only one for me to rely on is me", that's how it was and how it's going to be".
So when the next sacrifice bride walked into the mansion the only reasonable thing to do was, laying on that mask and play his part.
"My, my a new bride to play with. I know we will get along greatly. Don't you think so, Bitch-chan?"
His name was Sakamaki Laito a broken boy alone among his sadistic brothers.