Hello my wonderful readers!
Oh my god it's so good to be back into the Diabolik Lovers fandom after a few weeks of staying off to write the first few chapters for Unlimited Blood.
I am super super excited for the second story and if you have no read Midnight Pleasure, I suggest you do because there will be some references to the first story and some recurring characters, including my OCC, Sakura Sakamaki.
This story will be longer than the first one, maybe 25-30 chapters? I'm still debating, but it will definitely be longer. It will also take place with More Blood and Vandead Carnival! One of the games in the series and one of my favorites ;)
A huge thanks to my good friend Kezzikun for being the beta for this chapter and next few chapters as well. She writes stories here and I highly recommend Vampire King and the sequel Vampire Queen, if you are a part of the Vampire Knight fandom. Such great stories and if you're pissed by how the manga went, this is an awesome alternative ;)
This is the Prologue so the first real chapter will be posted tomorrow on Monday, but for now, here's the prologue for Unlimited Blood ;)
Like always, I do not owe Diabolik lovers characters but my own.
Anyways enjoy!
London, England
(October 7, 1984)
In the middle of the city, where the rich aristocrats would come out to play, there was a large mansion where a grand party was being held.
Families with powerful names or with relations to the rich were invited to the grand celebration. For what? No one knows as they just knew there would be fine wine and champagne to drink. Even if most of the guests deserved human blood. But wine would just have to do.
Now, everyone knows the city of London as elegance and high class. Everyone who met one another were polite and well reserved people. However, there was a dark side to London that most humans didn't know about. Those that found out, didn't live to tell the tale. Those that know do know of the vampires are the vampire hunters. Humans, or half-bloods who protect the human race from blood crazed vampires. Their job is simple: Kill the ones who break the law against humanity.
Most vampire hunters are half bloods. Vampires who were once human, but then turned into vampires. Even if they fight against their race, they mostly do it as they're bitter over the fact of being a bloodsucker and they wish to protect humans from suffering the same fate.
Every vampire hunter had their reasons. Especially the man who attended the local bar downtown.
The man was known as the Silent Killer in the vampire hunting community. He would find the target assigned to him and kill them without them even knowing. The hunter was a half blood himself. A curse forced upon him after he was brutally attacked years ago. When he closes his eyes, he can still feel the fangs on his neck and hear the noises that bloodsucker would make as he feasted on him.
He shakes the memory away, getting another drink from the waitress that passed by. He swallows the whole shot of whiskey. Ignoring the burn on his throat.
The band on stage was playing their own version of a popular Beatles song, but no one paid attention to them. The bar was strangely packed, but it was Saturday night after all. College students were getting drunk off the cheap liquor, while some played a game of pool. Others were here to strictly meet with someone and a bar was fitting for it.
The hunter wasn't on duty tonight. He was waiting to meet an old friend of his here to discuss some matters. As a vampire hunter, he made sure to have meetings with other hunters to assure that nothing else was happening and that they were on the same page. Or to see if he has anyone assigned to him. He's been here for an hour so far and no signs of his friend.
"That bastard must've gotten caught up with work," he grumbled, pouring himself another glass of whiskey.
"Ha, you bet I did," spoke an amused voice behind the half drunken man.
He laughed, shaking his head. "I should've known you'll come late, Seiji."
The man by the name of Seiji sits across from him on the table. Removing his drenched coat and his hat revealed his short but messy blonde hair. He adjusted his glasses, quickly cleaning them with the sleeve of his shirt.
"Well, I apologize for the inconvenience but I had to finish my work." Seiji apologizes, a faint smile on his face. "Don't act like you've never been late, Haru."
Haru chuckles, not commenting on Seiji's accusation. Seiji realizes that Haru has dyed his hair again. The last time he saw the vampire hunter his hair was brown.
Now it was pure black, giving him a mysterious appearance as his eyes were also an odd shade of violet. Anyone who knew Haru or had good eyesight, can see the small hint of red on his roots, the natural hair color he was born with.
Seiji sits down across from Haru. "Japanese or English?" He asked in Japanese, knowing the hunter liked to switch off between both languages.
He tapped his chin in thought. "I'm feeling English."
Years of staying alive gave the man access to learn as many languages as he wished. He knew over fifteen languages and can speak in them like a native born. The man was Japanese born himself, but his second best language was English.
Seiji chuckled, "Very well then." He says in English. Clearing his throat by coughing. "So, we're here to discuss on the whereabouts of Mrs. Elizabeth Blair. She was last seen walking out of her home on aSunday morning with her pet dog and hasn't been seen since. Until this morning when she was found on Kingston Park with her heart missing and her blood drained."
"Vampires," Haru concluded, ignoring the looks he received by the people who were listening to their conversation.
Seiji shrugged. "We're not sure, but it's interesting to know that their heart is missing. Nearly a same case we had back in New York City. Ten women were found naked and dead in the sewers, with their blood drained and heart missing."
"I'm telling you. Vampires are doing the dirty." Haru insisted, leaning towards Seiji. "This town is full of them. You just haven't had the time to notice."
"What makes you think it's a vampire?"
Haru thinks for a moment. "Back then, people believed that Jack the Ripper was a human who had problems. It took the agency to discover that it was really a half blood who had gone mad."
Jack the Ripper. London's greatest mystery, only to be solved by an agency that they didn't even know existed.
Haru felt his nose tickle from a smell. "Did you face trouble on your way here?"
Seiji pulled out his small dagger. "Trust me, I have." He shows Haru the weapon.
Haru examines it, noticing the dry blood. His throat was burning again, but not from the whiskey.
"Get that thing away from me," Haru quickly pulls out silver flask from his bag. Taking a few sips from it to control the thirst he had.
Seiji raises a brow as he puts away the knife. "Human or animal?" He asks, referring to the blood Haru had just drank.
Haru wipes his mouth. "Animal." He takes another sip. "I'm not fond of human."
"That's definitely a first I've heard in awhile," he mutters under his breath. "Now, let's get down to business."
Haru sits up on his chair. "Blair's case we'll have to take with the agency," he advises. "What did you find?"
Seiji took out a few forms, looking through them and picking out the ones that would make use for Haru. Both went through each of the files, discussing the possibilities and the impossible. Besides killing vampires, Haru had one side mission. He's been at it for over seventy-one years, but with no luck. He still remained very hopeful though.
"If we did the math, I would be looking for a elderly women and a gravestone. Not a young girl and woman, Haru."
"I know that!" Haru snapped, quickly apologizing for his outburst. "I know that. I just...I have this feeling that she's alive. They both are. Those two girls, they were my world."
"Of course they were, but it's really hard to find the two women if you won't even tell me your real name." Seiji tells him, making Haru tense. "She was married to you right? It would be easier to find her by your last name than by her maiden name."
"Souh." Haru quickly says, the name making him remember his days as the richest aristocrat in Japan. "That's all I'm saying. Now will you help me?"
Seiji shook his head, not meeting Haru's disappointed eyes. "It's an impossible search because I will be searching for dead people." He looks at his watch. "I'm being called in for Japan and I must leave now. Don't want to miss my flight."
"Japan? Why the hell does the agency want you there?"
"I've been hired to kill someone," Seiji explained, lowering his voice so no one can hear. "I can't spare many details for the sake of my client's privacy, but it's a mission that has to be secretly done."
"Ha! And you're here telling me."
"I trust you, Haru." Seiji puts away his papers and slips on his jacket. "Even if you don't trust me enough to give me your real full name. I trust you to handle the information I've given you about my assignment. Because what I'm going to do is completely against God's teachings and the agency."
Haru stares at Seiji for awhile, realizing he was unworthy of the man's friendship. He didn't tell anyone his real name as he had enemies everywhere. He constantly changed his hair color and even wore contacts to cover his violet eyes. After many years of betrayal, Haru trusted no one.
Hell, he only gave Seiji his wife's name. Not his daughter. His wife could be dead by now, but his daughter could still live on.
His precious daughter. The last time he saw her were on the steps of their mansion. She was clutching onto an old bear that was missing an button and wore a fancy blue dress with a same colored bow on her red hair.
He kissed her forehead, promising to bring back a new doll or bear, but she only wanted him to return. His wife gave him kisses, hugs and whispers of love in his ear, before they departed.
When he got on the carriage on that fateful day, he would've never had thought that was the last time he saw his family.
"Do you have kids, Seiji?"
Seiji chuckles, shaking his head. "I'm a vampire hunter and a pastor in training," he reminded Haru. "I don't have time to find a wife or have kids," he says, sadness in his eyes.
"But if you did and if you were in my situation, would you give up on finding them?" Seiji freezes, now thinking of Haru's question. "Even if you knew deep in your heart that they're alive somehow and are in this world?"
Seiji sighs, rubbing his temple. "I wouldn't give up on my family." He responds, wondering if one day he were to have a wife or child. Seiji smiles at the idea of having a small little girl in his arms who called him father. That would be his greatest wish.
Haru pours Seiji a glass of whiskey, sliding the glass over to him.
The blonde man looks at Haru and then at the whiskey. Groaning, Seiji takes the glass and chugs it all down, gagging when he finishes.
Haru laughs, patting the man's shoulder. "Oh, Seiji. You remind me so much of your father."
"Is that good or bad?" Seiji asks, trying to get a waitress's attention so she can get him a glass of water.
"A little bit of both," Haru answered truthfully. "But, what do you say? Will you help me with my search?"
Seiji didn't need to be asked twice. He agreed to help find Haru's family. On one condition.
"I know your wife's name is Masami Souh," he says, getting up from his seat and pulling out a couple of bills, placing them on the table to help pay the check. "I need your daughter's name because if she was still human, she would most likely be alive."
Haru digs through his pocket, pulling out an old photograph. It was of him with his wife and daughter. They were dressed for a ball they were attending at his friend's home, but they took a picture before leaving. His wife saying it was the one time they looked presentable. He runs his fingers on it, pretending he was still in that time, holding his wife's hand and his other hand on his daughter's shoulder.
Seiji coughs, snapping Haru back into reality. "Name?"
Haru shows Seiji the picture, smiling to himself for the first time.
"Sakura," he tells his friend. "Sakura Souh."
(Japan)
Fukaura, Aomori (February 25, 1998)
In the dead of night and at the end of the town of Fukaura, there was a small house, where a small family of three currently lived in. It was past midnight when they woke up. They didn't have a clock, but the sky was still dark so it was most likely still the middle of the night. A loud crash was heard from outside.
A small infant's cries were heard in the same room where the couple slept in. The wife, Haruka Yanagi, wakes up quickly to soothe her newborn daughter, singing a lullaby as she rocked her back and forth.
Her husband, Mamoru Yanagi, wakes up as well. Sitting next to his wife on the edge of their bed, he kisses the top of Haruka's head. Her blonde curls were messy and her blue eyes were slowly closing, but every time she heard their daughter whimper, she wakes up immediately.
"I bet it was that alley cat again," Mamoru whispers to his wife, knowing he'll have to check soon. "You know, the one with the orange stripes?"
Haruka giggles. "That cat has been bugging us since we moved here a couple of months ago. I say we should give it tuna."
"We don't want to spoil it or it'll keep coming back!" He exclaims, making their daughter cry again.
His wife glares up at him. She was so close to putting their daughter back to sleep.
"Sorry," Mamoru mutters. "I'll make pancakes in the morning to make it up to you?"
Haruka giggles softly, rocking their daughter once again. She takes his words into consideration. "Make it chocolate and we have a deal."
"Chocolate chip as my lady wishes then."
For awhile, there was a long silence between the married couple as they watched their daughter fall back to sleep. Months ago, they were terrified of having a child so soon into their marriage.
Mamoru barely got a job and wasn't paid as well, and Haruka was having a hard time finding a job as a teacher in the local elementary schools. But when they saw their first child in an ultrasound session, they fell in love. They had to make it work for their child and they did.
Mamoru managed to find this home for a low price and Haruka would be starting work as a teacher after the first two months. An old friend of theirs would help with caring for their daughter when they're working and she'll be all theirs when they got home. Everything was all set for the family.
Their daughter was born on February 14, 1998. The day that's dedicated to love. They weren't huge fans of holidays, but they saw it was fitting to name their daughter, Ai.
As she was born because of the love they shared as husband and wife.
"I love you," Mamoru kisses his wife's temple and then gently on their daughter's head.
Haruka smiles, kissing him back but on the lips. "I love you as well."
Ai had fallen back to sleep, much to the couples relief. Slowly, Haruka puts their daughter back in her small pink crib, kissing two fingers and tapping Ai's nose.
"Goodnight, my princess," Haruka says, smiling down at her daughter. "Mommy loves you."
Mamoru kisses Ai's head, his finger caressingly her soft cheeks. "Daddy loves you more."
Haruka rolls her eyes, but she was smiling. "We love you both just as much."
Ai wasn't asleep though. She was quiet, but she wasn't sleeping. Ai looked up at her mother, her red pink eyes mirroring her father's own eyes. But like every infant, Ai fell asleep in a matter of seconds.
An infant's memory doesn't begin to develop until they grow up. They can hear voices, but they can't say who they belong to.
If Ai had the ability to remember that fateful night, she would say she heard screams and pleas of help a few hours after her parents went back to sleep.
There were gunshots fired in the room. Someone falling to the ground as there was a large thump. Her mother would be crying and her father would be heard choking on his own blood. Then, another gunshot would be heard, silencing her mother's cries.
Ai didn't know what happened that night. She didn't even get a chance to recognize her own parents. But the terror didn't end after her parents were murdered.
The man who killed her parents was found dead only miles away. His guts torn out of his body and his blood drained as well. Next to him was a bag filled with jewelry that once belonged to Haruka.
News of the Yanagi family murder hit tv headlines the very next day, when the paperboy came by to drop the paper. He thought it was suspicious that the door was widely open and went in to investigate. There was no one in the living room and he went upstairs. The poor boy nearly fainted at the sight of the scene.
Mamoru and Haruka were both lying down on the floor, their blood spread all over. Mamoru had his eyes open wide as well as his mouth, his wife lying over his stomach.
Police believed it was murder-suicide, but after finding the man's body on the road that matched the third blood DNA on Mamoru's shirt, they knew better then to think a married couple would kill each other.
There were two murder investigations going on now. One for the Yanagi couple and the mysterious man who was found on the side of the road. There was another investigation in process: the missing persons case for Ai Yanagi. Only eleven days old.
Ajigasawa, Aomori (March 1, 1998)
"Sister Aiko, are you sure you will be able to handle the new cooking arrangements for tomorrow morning?" Father Seiji asks the new Sister Aiko, afraid she'll make a mistake.
Sister Aiko nods, waving him off. "I will be fine! No need to worry about me."
Father Seiji laughs, his dimples making their appearance on his cheeks and his eyes lighting up. "It's not you I'm worried about," he admitted. "It's the kitchen! We just finished remodeling."
"Oh you jokester!" Sister Aiko laughs, shaking her head. "The kitchen will be fine and so will the food. You'll see."
The two were walking late at night in the dark hallways of the church house. There was an orphanage for girls and a small school nearby. Father Seiji and Sister Aiko were a few of the members who ran the church and took care of the orphans.
They were making their rounds to make sure there were no unwanted visitors and to make sure none of the children have been wandering after curfew. It was when they were passing the doors to the church house, when they hear a loud knock.
Sister Aiko jumped at the loud knock, getting behind Seiji. He tells Aiko to stay behind him and he slowly walks to the door, feeling his hidden blade underneath his wrist in case he needed to use it.
He opens the door, looking around to see if anyone was near but no one was. Right before he closes the door, there was a faint cry. An infant cry.
Seiji looks down and gasps. Lying in a wooden basket was a baby. Thrashing and crying so loudly, it could pierce anyone's ears.
He picks up the baby calling for Sister Aiko to come and grab the basket as well.
"A baby left alone?" Aiko touches the infant's cheeks. "My heavens, she's freezing like an icicle! We must get her inside right away."
"Yes, let's."
News of an infant girl being left on the doorsteps traveled quickly. The nuns had went to the small infirmity to check out the baby, one of them being a former nurse herself. When unbuttoning the baby's onesie, she was shocked to see her right breast covered in dry blood.
Quickly and gently, the nun washes the blood off to look for any cuts. But to her amazement, there were no cuts. Not even a scar.
"That's so strange," she whispers, looking closely to make sure she didn't miss any. "She was covered in blood, but yet there are no cuts or scars."
"But she's alright, yes?" Seiji asked, worried for the girl he had just held.
"Oh, why yes! She's fine, perfectly healthy. We should bathe and feed her though and have her stay in the infirmity with me. Then in the morning, we should discuss what we should do with her."
Sister Mimi shrugged. "What do you mean? Is she not an orphan?"
Sister Anne shook her head, "We're not sure, but she could be a missing child or abandoned. We have to make sure there are no parents who are searching for her before she came to the church."
Seiji nodded in approval. "I will see to it tomorrow. Sister Anne, will you be okay with the child?"
The older nun smiled, looking down at the small girl. "I will. She's in good hands."
Days have passed when the child came to the church and there were still no reports on any missing infants. The nuns didn't mind though as they loved looking after the small infant. However, they couldn't do it all day.
One day, Seiji had to look after her as the nuns were the ones who taught in the small Catholic school nearby.
Seiji was in his study going over the plans he had for mass the next day, when the child began to cry. He sighs, getting up to get the bottle of milk Sister Anne had made for him just in case. He picks up the girl, rocking her back and forth. When he tried to feed her, she refused instantly.
"You must've had a bad dream," he whispers to the girl, continuing to rock her back and forth. "There, there no need to fear...we need to give you a name."
The baby yawned, she was no longer crying but she was wide awake. She stared at Seiji with her large red pink eyes.
"Marie? Nah, too typical. Maria? No that's not a difference to Marie. Eve?"
As a way to say she hated the name, the baby cried loudly. Seiji panics; he's never been taught how to care for a child in vampire hunting school! Left alone in a church.
"How about Yui?" Seiji looks to the door entrance to see Sister Aiko.
Aiko bowed her head. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Father Seiji. I just wanted to come in here and see if you had another copy of the bible tales for children and I couldn't help but overhear you trying to name the girl."
"It's alright, Aiko." He titled his head to the large bookcase. "The book is in the third row."
"Thank you."
As Aiko looks for the book, Seiji thinks of the name Yui. It was simple yet elegant.
"Yui?"
The girl stopped crying much to his relief. Staring up at the man again. For a moment, he could've sworn he saw her smile.
"Sister Aiko?"
"Yes?"
"Where did you hear the name Yui?" Seiji wonders, not sure that he has heard that name in the bible.
Aiko nervously grabs the book from the shelf. "It was the name of a character in a book I read once."
"Was it an outside book and not the ones we provide?"
She nervously shakes her head. "Yes...I'm sorry father."
Seiji should've known. Aiko was the youngest nun they have and she still has a lot to learn.
He patted her shoulder, still holding the girl in his arms. "You're forgiven. Now, go tell the other nuns I will watch over Yui the whole day. And that I will have my lunch in here."
"Yes, Father Seiji."
Aiko excuses herself from Seiji's study. Leaving him alone with the girl.
Seiji walks over to the window. Looking how the sun shined on the small pond they had and how the flowers were strangely already beginning to bloom.
He looks at the small child in his arms, his finger being held by her small hand.
"Yui," he says the name again, liking the sound of it. "Yui Komori. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"
He didn't know what happened that day. Holding Yui in his arms felt so right and he didn't want to let go. Imagine how devastated he was when he found out that Yui was actually Ai Yanagi, the missing child of murdered couple, Mamoru and Haruka Yanagi.
The nuns knew that Seiji had to come forward and say that Ai was taken to their church. But he was afraid that they'll take her away from him. The lord was always on his side though as when he went to the police station and he explained the situation, they allowed Seiji to legally adopt Yui.
On April 17, 1998, Ai Yanagi was now Yui Komori.
Daughter of Father Seiji Komori.
She came into his life as a blessing in disguise. Seiji was haunted by the demons he has killed, the screams he has caused, but when Yui arrived it was like those demons went away. His life was brighter and the nuns commented how he smiled more. It truly was a blessing in disguise.
When he sees Yui taking her first few steps and learning how to talk, Seiji thought back to his old conversation with Haru. He has yet to find information on the whereabouts on Masami and Sakura Souh, but Seiji had another duty.
Raise Yui to be the perfect little girl.
AWWW how's that for an ending to the prologue? Trust me guys, there is more to come and some of you will be shock to what happens to our beloved characters.
Again, thank you all for supporting me in my first story and I hope you continue staying with me for this new and exciting journey.
So what do you guys think is going to happen? I would love to hear your thoughts, but until next time my darlings!