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What I've Done

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Gloam and cold conquered the room of four walls, the only source of light penetrating through the barricaded window, the subtle, blinding shafts of the moon's glow setting the feminine figure alight.

Yui Komori lied there, beside a lonely bed, as the flimsy and moth-eaten blanket that covered her didn't provide the warmth she so much wished to have.

Her scalp felt heavy, as she feared it would soon fall on the ground should it wasn't attached to the rest of her body. The punctured area between her neck and collarbone still ached, for Ruki had shown no mercy, fury and wrath having completely overwhelmed him. Hope was evident in her eyelids, as soft prayers escaped her withered, petal lips.

Suddenly, the echo of footsteps flooded her senses, as the shadow of two feet standing before her door were projected on the floor. Should her eyes hadn't betrayed her so abruptly and painfully, she would have been certain of the silhouette with the spiky, ablaze locks and the peridot orbs with the predatory glint.

"Breastless." snarled a masculine, raspy voice.

The mighty Ayato Sakamaki scowled at the frail blonde, as he motioned to carry her in his arms. With small, inaudible whimpers, the girl complied silently and rested her head on his shoulder.

"You're such a trouble. Don't expect you'll receive no punishment, just because of your pathetic state." threatened he through gritted teeth, as the duo flashed around the Gothic mansion.

As if in slow motion, the eldest Mukami caught glimpse of the fleeing pair, his steel blue eyes narrowing in return to the menacing green.

As they exited, their departure silent, soundless, and with no one to stop them, the owners of the murky estate appeared right in front of their brother.

"Ruki?" exhaled the idol, Kou, either confused or not having assisted to the event.

"You gave her to him, didn't you?" spat the Herculean brunette, hatred lacing his voice.

Stamping his feet, Yuma strode to the blue-eyed male and grasped him tightly from the collar of his shirt, Ruki preserving his cool façade and showing no sign of being intimidated.

"Yes, I did." he admitted, as the youngest of all approached closer.

"Is it true, Ruki? We cannot become... Adam?" wondered Azusa and alarming the other two with his question.

"What?" exclaimed Kou, his right pupil earning a dark red colour, as he examined the eldest.

"We're not purebloods." explained laconically Ruki.

'We're not purebloods...' seconded his mind, as he escaped from his brother's grip and proceeded to rest on the sofa.

Pointless. They had made a promise, they had been given a second chance in life, they had been bounded by sharp fangs and a beatless heart, and all these for nothing. Whether the girl was Eve or not, they just couldn't become her other half. They had betrayed their benefactor, their Master, their adoptive father with faux words and useless actions.

His brothers. They had nothing to do with it, he ought to be the one tried for the chaos he had created by his own hands, for he had kept them in the dark.

And the girl? Certainly, she was fairly irritating and spoke about caring for them without even having met their true identities. And yet, she's too just a mere pawn and naive livestock.

'What could she ever know?'

In the end, it was just how she had said when they brought her to their home; they're not much different from the Sakamakis.

As if to disturb him from his internal turmoil, branches and leaves from the surrounding trees and lush shrubs clattered against the windows, tickling and scratching ruthlessly the glass, as the wind whistled and blew.

The Mukamis stiffened, as a foreign yet familiar scent engulfed their nostrils; burnt cherry wood, incense and a cornucopia of flowery aromas.

"M-Master?" stammered the brunette.

A/N: Hello! As you can see this is a rewrite of the first chapter; my vocabulary has matured since the moment I began this fic, and while I reread it, I was beyond repulsed. Other chapters will have a rewrite (mainly because the site removed the earlier ones *growls*) and others might be edited again. Anyways, I hope you too preferred this version rather than the original first. Please, review!