Diabolik Lovers. An anime of vampires based on an otome game. With a main character, so naive yet pitiful that you can't help but feel unsure how to feel of her. As well as devilishly handsome psychotic vampires are added into the mix. It gave mix feelings to lots of people. Where people both love and hate it.
To Emma, it was just an anime. An anime that she liked to watch but she wasn't that attached to it. Every day when she came back from work, she would go through a Diabolik Lovers marathon. From season 1 to 2, up till the last episode before she cooks dinner for one. It wasn't that she was obsessed. It was after all fifteen minutes for each episode. So it was just something for her to past time before she ends the day. Just a little 'me' time for her. A peaceful moment for herself to enjoy before going to sleep.
Sprawled across the sofa, her blonde hair in the way of her view. She lazily tried to blow it away from her eyesight. Her glasses were at the edge of the table, about to fall. The opening song blared out from the tiny speaker as she watched the episode from her laptop. She smelt like coffee, she couldn't help but complain about the stench. She was, of course a barista. All that education shoved into her brain only to end up working at a coffee shop. It felt a bit underwhelming for her. Kind of like her life was wasted. She knew she should have studied more. Then she could have gotten a better job. A job that she could brag about to her relatives that were all doctors or engineer. It would feel nice to rub it in their face for once.
Her surrounding felt empty. It was a year since she lived by herself in this old quant house. Her grandparents were too old to live by themselves anymore so they moved in with her parents while she lived in their house. The rent was all right. Sometimes she would begrudgingly accept her brother's money when she couldn't pay the rent. She was grateful for her brother's generosity but felt a bit shamed. After all she was the one who decided to live in the house, she might as well do her best to take care of the old house.
That was when it happened. When she thought about it, she probably should've ignored it. Then she wouldn't have been in the predicament but she knew there was no way to avoid this. Obviously they'd find another way to trouble her.
The doorbell rang, causing her to pause the anime. Emma stood up, stretching her aching muscles caused by work and her uncomfortable position on the couch. She glanced at the clock to see it was past eight. She raised an eyebrow in confusion. Another doorbell was heard before she heard it be repeated over and over. Emma sighed in annoyance. Can't they be a bit patient? Don't they have any respect?
"Coming…" She muttered, a bit annoyed as she reached the door to greet the impatient jerk. She turned the doorknob and opened the door, the chain restricting it from opening much. In case something were to happen like a prank or those sort of murders. Yes, she was very much paranoid. But for very good reasons, sort of.
The breeze greeted her much to her confusion. Silence followed the wind. Was this a prank? No one was at the door. Did kids decide to do a hit and run? Do kids even do this anymore? She hates it when kids do this… Not that kids always did this to her.
What a waste of time. Her stomach grumbled for food. She really needed to eat. She should cook some instant noodles. She sighed before slowly closing the door.
"Excuse me?" A little voice finally spoke out.
Emma stopped mid-action at the tiny voice. She blinked once before her brown eyes glanced down to see two pairs of small eyes looking straight up at her. Emma stared at the little boys in front of her. Wait… what? She squinted her eyes at the sight as if it would make the situation clearer. She stretched her neck as she searched for signs of anyone else. The street was dead silent. Finally her eyes looked back down at the two young boys who were waiting patiently for her reaction.
Is this a joke? Who leaves kids on stranger's doorsteps? Is this even real?
"Um, hello? Hi?" She greeted, awkward and obviously confused. She noticed the nightgowns they wore and how their feet were shoeless. They must be freezing cold from being outside. How long have they been outside?
"Where are your parents?" She asked, concerned for their wellbeing.
"He just left." The older one answered. Emma gave a small nod, hesitantly. He left? Who leaves kids at this time of the night? At a stranger's house?
"Alright then…" She replied. "Are you two cold?"
The young boy nodded, making Emma feel bad. "Can we come in?" He asked. As many other people, the logical solution was to close the door. Obviously it was cruel but who's to say it wasn't a trap. There have been a few cases where robbers use children to sneak into people's houses. Yet against her better judgment, she let them in. Closing the door slightly, to take off the chain, she opened the door as the kids walked in. The two boys looked around at their surroundings with curiosity. The older one seemed excited while the other one had the same expression.
"Are you hungry?" She asked. "I only have snacks though. Is that okay?"
"Yes please!" The blonde boy nodded cheerfully. Emma couldn't help but give a small smile at how adorable he was. It was like he was giving off happiness.
She glanced at her laptop to see that her anime was paused and froze at what scene she had paused it on. On the screen there was a tasteful and intimate image of Ayato biting into Yui's neck. It was a very explicit picture for children to even see. She quickly closed her laptop before they could see the content and went to the kitchen. The small footsteps followed her with a pitter-patter.
She rummaged through the fridge. It was almost empty as she sifted through each shelf. She made a mental note to get groceries tomorrow. When was the last time she bought groceries? Probably two weeks ago. No wonder it was so empty. There were mostly snacks in here. Getting the snacks, she passed it to the kids. The older boy placed it on the table and sat down. His brother followed but with a little bit of difficulty due to his short stature.
As she sat down, she noticed the older one rummaged through his pockets, looking for something. He pulled out a letter and she stared at the letter he held.
"Is that for me?" She asked. Much to her confusion, he nodded vigorously. "What's in it?"
"My dad told me to give this to you." He said. He held out a letter and she took it. Inside were a small card and a folded paper.
It was a pale yellow card with a logo written on it. She flipped it over as she inspected it.
Little Souls Orphan Home
An orphanage? She glanced at the boys. The older one ripped the packaging open and ate a chip before passing another to his brother. So they must be orphans. But he just said dad… So why would they…
She looked at their appearance for more information. The older one looked to be only four with slightly curled blond hair and sky blue eyes. He looked like a lively child. He smiled at his younger brother. Even his smile seemed to bright up the room. The young brother on the other hand was different. He was perhaps a year younger. He had the same indifferent look on his face as he listened to his brother talk. His hair was a strange (purple?) shade of black with… red eyes?
She raised an eyebrow at the strange sight. Red eyes. It was strange and very creepy. She couldn't help but feel alarmed at the color. They looked familiar… Very familiar that it gave her chills. It was as if she's seen them before but where could she find beautiful children like these two.
She glanced back at the letter and noticed a phone number underneath the logo.
"I'm gonna go make a phone call." She said to the boys. "Stay here, alright?"
She glanced at the two and saw the blond one nod in understanding. She smiled at him before she stood up.
She went to the hallway as she dialed the number on her phone. Finally she could get some answers about this strange situation she was in. She raked a hand through her hair as she paced around the room. It rang once and twice. Emma kept glancing to see if the boys were still in her sight and hadn't disappeared. She was soon greeted by a voice.
"Little Souls Orphan Home, we're a home for children who are just thirsty for your love!" A cheerful voice exclaimed. Her voice was so sugary that Emma almost cringed. She reminded her of her coworker who seemed to have coffee running through his veins. How can a person be so cheerful at this time? She decided not to think much about it. "How may I help you?"
"Yeah, well. I have a problem." She said as she glanced back at the kitchen. The two boys were still there to remind her that this was all real. "There must be a mix up. Two boys came to my house claiming to be from your orphanage and I'm just concerned about this."
"I'm sorry, two boys?" She asked, confused. "Usually we don't send children but the new parents pick them up."
"I know, I know. It's just these kids showed out of nowhere and I'm pretty sure I did not adopt any kids." Emma said, a bit stressed.
"I see. I'm so sorry about this." The person apologized. "Just tell me their names and appearance. I also would like to know your name."
"They haven't told me their names but one is blonde with blue eyes and the other has black hair and red eyes. Probably brothers." She answered. "My name is Emma Williams."
She waited before the receptionist finally answered. "It appears there's no problem at all." She said with a giggle. She seemed unconcerned.
"What?" Emma asked. What did she mean 'no problem'? Is 'random children going to stranger's houses at the middle of the night' not at least bit concerning?
"There's a contract right here that has six children assigned to you." She explained.
"But I didn't agree to anything!" Emma argued. "And what do you mean assigned?"
"Yes but it was signed by the children's father." She replied. "In the contract you are named as the caretaker of his six sons for the respected amount of time."
"Wait, six?" She asked. "What do you mean there's six? There's more?" More kids? She couldn't believe what she was hearing. It was all very bizarre to her.
"Yes, there are four more children waiting to live with you." She gushed.
"Who?" Emma asked as her blood boiled. What kind of person leaves his kids with total strangers? "Who's the father? Who's the asshole that gave me his kids?!" She didn't realize she was saying such foul language that the little boys might hear.
"Let me take a look, ma'am." The receptionist replied, a bit frightened at the angry blonde. When she said the name, Emma's heart dropped.
"His name is Touga Sakamaki."
In shock, her thumb pressed down on the button, ending the call as she stared at Shu and Reiji.
Sakamaki?
