"It's awful out." I remarked to the cab driver, commenting on the oppressive thunder clouds that hung over head. He grunted in response effectively cutting the conversation off. I huffed,
'Grumpy and rude-ass old man.' I thought to myself. I was being taken to my new boarding house that my dad had set up, and was already in a foul mood. Why the hell did I have to do this? My father hadn't obliged to tell me anything and so I sat on my way to an unknown destination. I glared out the window, and gasped as the car pulled up to a small mansion. Surely, this couldn't be it? To my surprise, the cab driver growled at me to get out. I, in a state of shock, exited the vehicle. I grabbed my large suitcase and small purse from the trunk, with no help from the cabbie, and dragged it to the front porch. Luckily, the crab of a driver was paid in advance and he sped off with the slam of the trunk door. I couldn't help but gape in awe until I came to my senses. I grabbed the large lion knocker and slowly picked it up, struggling with the weight. I let it fall, wincing as the solid sound echoed through the house. I waited for someone to answer the door but no one came. I went through the process of knocking three more times till I huffed impatiently.
'The hell, dad? Did you send me early? Were they not expecting me?' I looked for a doorbell and unfortunately the house didn't have one.
'Weird ass house.' Going to knock once more, the door swung open. Yelping, I jumped back. No one stood behind the door and I felt a shiver creep up my back.
"No way in hell am I going in there." I said aloud, the last part of my sentence drowned out by a clap of thunder. I bit my lip, fear growing in my heart. I hated thunderstorms and this one seemed to be one that would last awhile. Sighing, I entered the house, my bags clunking behind me.
"Hellooooo?" I cautiously called. I was sure that my new boarding family wouldn't appreciate me entering their house uninvited. I was also sure that this house was creepy af. The door swung shut behind me, the slam replayed by the seemingly empty house. Maybe they were all out and busy or perhaps dad gave the wrong address. My stomach churned at the thought. I started to back up towards the door when I heard a mumble. I froze, then glancing over, saw a person sprawled on the couch. Approaching cautiously, I called out,
"Excuse me! Were you-" I ended up in front of a very attractive, sleeping young man. I swallowed, and quieter than before said,
"E-excuse me..." I touched his hand, trying to wake him up. His hand was freezing. I quickly retracted my hand and practically yelled,
"Are you alright?!" I grabbed his wrist and tried to find a pulse, when that didn't work I went to his neck. Not finding one, I murmured,
"I need to call the hospital!" I started to pull him off the couch to perform CPR while dialing. My phone was taken from my hands and I looked up startled to gaze into sleepy green eyes.
"You're loud." The boy drawled, looking over at me. To shocked to be angry, I stuttered,
"B-but your pulse!" He pulled me onto the couch and straddled me, trapping my hands over my head.
"Be quiet." He looked down at me with lucid, startling-green eyes. Rage filled me,
"The freak do you think you're doing?" I struggled against him, when he licked my neck. I froze,
'D-did he just lick me?!' I felt an intake of breath and sharp exhale against my neck. A loud voice cut short whatever he was about to do.
"This is the entry hall where we greet guests. Take this into a private room." I freed one of my hands and pushed him off me, scrambling over to the man's side I rambled,
"He's a pervert! I didn't consent!" I pointed to the redhead now standing up. The gray-haired man who didn't look a day over twenty disdainfully looked down on me. I felt my face turn red with anger but before I could say anything he asked,
"Who are you?" Angrily I glared up at him.
"Im the exchange student who is supposed to live in your house." He seemed to consider this.
"I wasn't aware of this." I rolled my eyes, ready to get out of this creepy house away from these douche bags.
"Sorry. I'll leave. I probably had the wrong house."
I turned to leave, only to discover my bags gone.
"We will figure this out, he'll take your bags." I stammered a response but he cut it off with a turn.
The couch was too slouchy, I felt as if I was sinking into it and I glared at the gray-haired boy as if it was his fault.
"A human? Especially a girl?" I turned to look, and up on the second floor a guy stood, slouching across the banister. I blinked and suddenly he had disappeared. I felt a tongue drag across my neck, and I shrieked, turning myself to see the exact same guy by my side. I pushed myself away from him,
"H-how?!" I leaned away from him on the arm of the couch, chest heaving. The now too-familiar feel of a tongue caressed the sensitive skin behind my ear.
"She's sweet!" A high, boyish voice echoed as I pushed myself up from the couch, turning to see a fragile, porcelain boy gaze at me, clutching a teddy-bear.
'What the flip-doodles! These guys are freaks!' I awkwardly laughed and turned to the gray-haired boy.
"I really doubt this is the house I'm supposed to be at. If you would just return my luggage, I will happily leave." He ignored me.
"Do you have any idea about this?"
'This?! Does he mean me? Ah, hell no.'
"Excuse me-" he turned to glare at me, and I glared right back.
"Someone called me about it." A voice came from the left of me and I turned to see yet another boy that hadn't been there before.
"Subaru? When?"
"About two weeks ago. It was from the church." So he was lazy, I could relate but due to the fact it concerned me made me resent him. I laughed, feeling a vein pulse.
"I'm going to call my dad... Just to make sure..." Looking up at the apparent leader, the gray-haired guy, he seemed to be considering me.
"So she's to be the bride." I froze. That's when a voice yelled through the mostly silent room. I didn't really catch what the person said before a hand closed around my throat. Suddenly air seemed scarce. I gasped and allowed my eyes to trail to the face of the person who was strangling me. A teenager with almost white hair mouth started to move but I missed most of what he said. He was angry though. Letting go finally, the boy stepped back to let me sink to the floor gasping for air. As soon as I regained my breath, I struggled to my feet.
'That's it. Komori Yui out!' Stepping it out, I walked towards the door. I turned to face the crowd of boys in the room, my hand on the handle. Once again addressing the leader,
"I must demand that I get my luggage back." My voice was slightly rough, still hurting. A silence permeated the room, then the first weirdo started laughing. I twisted the handle once everyone had joined in. A sharp spike on the decorated handle pulled through my skin, I yelped and brought my hand in front of my face. Fortunately it was small, merely a scratch, but blood welled up to the surface. I raised my hand up to mouth to lick the blood off when I noticed the laughing had stopped. I looked up to see all of them looking at me in such a way that made my instincts flash. Before I realized what I was doing, the door was open and my legs were carrying me down the hall to the front door.