Please understand

AN: My next one-shot. I noticed that they were all a tiny bit short, but I do not want to force ideas or sentences into my stories if there is no place for them. Be so kind and review, would you?

I don't own Diabolik Lovers.

They thought he was a freak. Unstable. A whole new kind of crazy.

They would never understand. He didn't believe that they would honestly want to.

Was it that weird to perserve the mortal beauty. To keep that short moment alive. To show the world proudly their gorgeous sacrifice brides.

And he even made them look like real brides on their wedding day. For each a individual dress, which took days to sew together. Another hairstyle for every girl. Up, down, a braid, half up or a bit more colour he did it all. Pearls, diamonds, rubies or other jewels he only bought the best.

So why would they look at him with those eyes. Eyes that could barely conceal their disgust. Eyes that would glide over him if there ever was a family meeting. Eyes that couldn't see the beauty in the moment like he could.

Even Yui ran away form the present he would give her out of the kindness of his heart once she died. She could have choosen her own dress, her flowers and shoes. So why did she leave?

Ah, there it was. He could see it written all over her face. Disgust. Fear. But never understanding. Never awe. No one would ever understand.

The moment Yui turned her back was the moment he understood. He would forever be alone.

That was the moment Sakamaki Kanato broke with no way to mend.