"Miyuu... Please watch over Yui. Protect her from harm as much as you can. I know it is selfish to ask-"
"It is not self-centered, Father. She is your daughter, after all. I understand. Don't worry, I will. After all, you gave me a home and a life, so... this is the least I can do."
Oh, my goodness...
I was completely in awe...
I was speechless...
Just as I thought, the building was much more colossal and intimidating up close. In fact, it was even bigger than I initially thought. The structure of the house was in the shape of a square missing one line above, covering barely a section of the large lawn. Besides that, there were other large buildings around that area that made me curious as to what they were used for. Adding to the lush trees and gardens, the place was a somber yet warm picture.
The Sakamaki family is most definitely of high standing.
Good. Because that means that they'll be people with impeccable manners.
Or they could be complete snobs.
I sincerely hope it's not the latter.
I stood in front of large double bronze and golden gates, staring in awe of the home and the yard - almost feeling too intimidated. No doubt a fly come waltz right in my mouth because of my parted lips. My suitcase in hand, Yui steps out of the vehicle before it drove away. The revving of the engine fading away in the distance, we both mirror looks of curiosity and wonder.
Wordless is probably the best way to describe right now.
I was the first to break the silence, glancing at Yui with an encouraging smile. "Well, shall we be off?" I said as I start for the gates, Yui giving a curt nod before she and the squeaking of her wheelie suitcase followed behind me.
Nothing but our feet clicking against the cobblestone to accompany silent air, I couldn't resist twisting and turning my head to take in the scenery, probably looking like a little kid in the candy store. It was very beautiful and really old fashioned. If I didn't know any better I would've thought we had transported to the 19th century.
But I think that's what gave it an unique flavor.
The Sakamaki have very different tastes. But it was a good different. It's much more pretty than the streets and rowdiness of the city.
As we were walking past the fountain in the center of the cobblestone yard, I suddenly notice the scent of the air change. It had become damp and cold, unlike the warm and comfortable air before. I stopped abruptly, but before I could say anything, it was Yui that made the analysis for me - though an obvious one when something wet drips upon my nose that wrinkled in response.
"It's raining!' she said, taking a glance above.
I followed her gesture and frowned. What the hell...? As if a stroke of bad luck came upon us, the once pretty azure sky was suddenly being blanketed by fast rolling sheets of black cloud. And then, it started to down pour chilling rain, and I...
"Oh no! It's going to ruin my hair!"
Before Yui even reacted, without thinking I book it for the front door of the mansion. I heard Yui call out my name to ask me to wait, but then a clap of ear rupturing thunder rang loudly in the cool, moist air. Yui was always afraid of thunder - she's downright traumatized by it. So I wasn't too surprised when I got to the door - shaking away the stray rain that clung to my hair and clothes, in the dry depths of the porch - and saw Yui by my side right away with a look of momentary fear upon her.
It may be a simply phobia, but I still felt for her. Worrying more about her than my hair, I placed a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. Yui broke from her frighten state and she glanced at me, her face soften seeing the concern glint I had.
She exhaled a soft breath, and then, knowing what I was going to ask, she said. "D-Don't worry, Miyuu-san. I'm all right."
Despite her stammering, I did commend her for trying to be brave. She maybe not as strong as me - even though I'm borderline a sick patient - she did have excellent mental fortitude that made up for it.
Nonetheless, I let it go with a soft smile, and then we turned our attention to the double wooden doors in front of his. As my eyes scanned every carving on the panels of the wooden frame - every detail that I could find, may it be a stain, scratch, or specks of dust - Yui reached her hand out and took a hold of a small metal ring, knocking it against the door's frame. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could have swore that the knocks that collided sent the sound waves throughout the home, making it seem so hollow inside.
And that's what waved the red flag for me...
"Hello." Yui called. But there was still no answer.
My imagination again, I was starting to get a bad feeling ebbing the back of my mind.
"Yui, are you sure father told them we were coming today?" I asked her.
She glances back at me, a face completely unsure of it herself. "I think so... I hope."
I sighed exasperatedly, setting my suitcase down and placing my hands upon my hips as I step close to the door. "Let's just hope someone's home, because I'm not standing out here all day." I said a little frustrated. I reached for the door handle, keeping one hand still on my hip.
Please, please, please, please, please! Let it be-
Inches away from the handle, the door suddenly just open... by itself.
... open?
I gasped, retracted both my hand away to my chest and myself a step back from the door, surprised. My gaze slowly moved up a little to see blackness from the little opening it had made in the crack of the entrance. There was no light whatsoever, or at least from what I could tell. The darkness was so thick, the little sunlight we had couldn't even penetrate it. A stale breeze from the opening grazed by face, and my overactive imagination perceived it as a warning. I glanced back at Yui warily, seeing she was just as perplexed by the event as I.
I smiled anyhow, scratching my nape as I retook the handle of my suitcase. "Well, I guess if they're inviting us in..." I said half-heartedly, not even putting detail as to who "they" was. Yui nodded in reply. My dry joke didn't ease the tense I felt in my muscles the moment I felt my feet make the step closer.
Right now, I almost wanted to hit myself for jinxing it. I rather stay outside if I was feeling this anxious.
I stopped momentarily, allowing Yui to go ahead of me. She stopped just as she was in the doorway and stares back at the paled face of mine. "Miyuu-san, it's all right. There's nothing to be scared of." she said, trying to assure me.
I didn't feel the least bit reassured, but trying to keep a strong face, I laugh (nervously) at her. "Who said I'm scared? I was... just letting you go ahead of me. Ladies first." I joked, habitually twirling the curled locks with my forefinger from my nervousness.
Yui saw past it no doubt but she didn't comment further, only gently grasping my arm to pull me in with a confident look on her face. Heh, and here I thought I was the brave one.
I will admit, supernatural related things unnerved the hell out of me - maybe just the unknown in general. Ironic, considering I dealt with a group of flirty and touchy scary looking guys before and that was nothing. With a sigh to relive my tense body, we stepped inside in unison.
The inside was just as I imagined, and that surprised and dumbfounded me. Everything in the manor was like something out of a Victorian home of the 19th century; the very attire of the inside appeared old fashion like time had never touched it. The very first thing I notice was a skinny golden chandelier, hanging above a set of stairs that forks off from left and right, both moving up to the upper levels of the mansion.
"Excuse us. Is anyone home?"
The door shuts behind us, and I glanced at it nonchalantly with furrowed brows before the small matter is pushed out of my train of thoughts. "Were they even told we were coming today?" Though the question was more to myself, Yui and I exchanged baffled stares and then back to the room.
"Hello?"
Yui steps a few closer, looking worriedly around for someone to hear her calls. But the entire house was beyond silent, I could practically hear our organs functioning. I rubbed my temple gently, glancing around myself before sighing as I pick up my feet towards the stairs. This is ridiculous...
"Miyuu-san, where are you going?" Yui asked as I took a few steps up before stopping and looking back at her with exasperation.
"I'm going to see if anyone is here, where else?" I said placing my open hand on my hip.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Miyuu-san," Yui's gaze went about the room as she continues. "This place seems awfully big. You and I could get lost if we're not careful."
I smiled at her with a snigger. "Don't worry, sis," Raising up my suitcase, I point to the fat bulge of it as reference. "I have my cellphone with me, so in case we do get lost - which I don't think we will - just call right away." Turning back around, I continue up the stairs determined and frustrated. "Just stay here until I come back, okay? If something happens or someone shows up, you know what to do." I peered over my shoulder and smirked, throwing in a wink.
Yui smiled and nodded as I chose the left stairs and disappeared.
Really, I was fully intent on finding someone. There's no reason for no one to show up at the door, especially if my mind wasn't playing tricks on me and the knocking didn't echo throughout the damn house. However, as I went down corridors, I was starting to lose my patience while my nerves were starting to unhinge. This whole place, it was dead quiet. I'm not even exaggerating. Literally no one nor anything made a single noise.
No talking.
No footsteps except my own.
No... nothing.
And I will admit begrudgingly that maybe, just maybe, Yui was right. It feels like I've been going in a circle, because there was a vase with white flowers sitting idly on a stand by a single wooden door, and as I turned down the end of a hall my gaze met with that same damn vase. I gnawed on my lower lip, turning around in all angles hoping that someone would appear. Even if it was a ghost I wouldn't mind.
"Excuse me!" I shouted as I took slow cautious steps, brushing past that vase - which I pretended not to see. "Is anyone home? Hello!? My sister, Yui Komori and I are here regarding our relocation to your home. I'm sorry for intruding, but I would be very appreciative if someone would come the hell out and give assistance. Please and thank you!" My calls for help were starting to become barking of demands, but frankly, I was too jumpy and aggravated from this incessant walking in these dark, ghostly hallways to care.
The damn thunder and rain outside didn't exactly smooth me. In fact, I shuddered every time a clap of thunder hit the air. Stupid jump scares... Now I knew why Yui's afraid of them.
Ultimately, I stopped in my tracks and huffed out a soft, long sigh as I leaned forward to ease the pain in my back. My hand was starting to turn numb and my arm became heavy from carrying my suitcase. I felt winded, as if I had be walking for miles on end. This place, it's like a labyrinth. I give the hell up...
Still leaning forward, I grumbled to myself. "This is utter crap. Where in the world is everyone? Does this family even exist?" I had to question because there was no soul in sight. Honestly, I'd prefer a mouse at this point. And I hate mice. Closing my eyes, I take in a deep breath as I straighten my posture and turned around in what I hoped was the direction I came from. "No point in idly standing around. I should probably go back-"
Before I even plant my walking foot down, I froze.
Every hair on the back of my head stood and my insides twist.
Out of nowhere, a childish and playful giggling from a child echoed distantly just behind me. I was rooted in place, petrified. My pupils were dilated so small they weren't even visible. My fear of the supernatural was coming back to bite my in the ass. I made no attempts to turn around, even when I heard it again - but this time, it was closer. As in it was a few feet behind me.
I didn't know whether to hold my breath and be still, or run like crazy. Either way, I was frozen with fear.
What the hell...!? This place is haunted- No! No, there's no such thing as ghost, there's no such thing as ghost, there's no such things as-
The giggle, it was right by my ear this time...
Screw this! They are real!
I shrieked, kicking it into high gear down the hall and taking a right in the four way paths blindly. I had no idea where to go but anywhere was better than there while being preyed upon by some freaking poltergeist. The muscles in my legs and arms ached and burned, but I forced them to work in my favor when I suddenly heard that damn laugh again.
The world!? It's following me!
"No! No, no, no, no, no! Piss off! Piss off, you stupid kid!"
Every urge to look over my shoulder I killed off from my mind. No way in hell I'm looking at something that sounds so innocent but its appearance is no doubt creepy as can be. Why did I have to watch those R rated horror movies before I was even 19 yet!? Curse my overactive imagination! Why didn't I listen to my little sis!?
Along the right side of the wall there was a wooden door that was just begging to be opened. I didn't care where it led to, anywhere is better. Gripping the handle I threw open the door and, unconsciously throwing my suitcase inside, threw myself in before I slammed the door shut. The air in the room was different than the rest of the house - it smelled stale and moldy like it has been closed off for years. But all I care about is just not being in the hall. I gently laid my forehead against the door, my hand still firmly gripped around the knob as I took deep breaths, trying to get my head together.
After a moment of staying like that, I slowly peeled myself off and started to back away, waiting to see if it was silent again.
More waiting...
The whole house had finally went back to its taciturn facade, which actually was a relief. Whether it was a ghost or not, it didn't follow me which was an even bigger reassurance. But just as I sighed while still backing up, I fell backwards upon tripping on my suitcase that I had throw into the room.
"What the- Aah!?" I let out an surprised exclaim upon losing my balance, and then quickly replaced with soft groans at the impact to the ground on my side. "Oww... dammit." I murmured painfully, gently rubbing the sore area as I rolled onto my stomach. With little to no lighting, everything had a shadowy overcoat, morphing into whatever my mind perceived it as. I did notice what look to be a queen sized bed in front of me when I tilt my head up a little to examine the room I ran in.
Pushing myself up on my hands and knees, then standing on my knees as I brush off imaginary dust from my clothes, it wasn't till I stood back to my feet - my eyes wandering about - I found something that looked like a small human shape thing on the covers of the bed. The curtains in the room concealed the window, blocking what little light there was from the rainstorm so I couldn't make it out. Still cautious, I slowly made my way near the door and ran my hands along the walls around the frame.
"Where is it? Where is it? Ugh! Come on, where are you, you stupid light switch."
Just as my patience was wearing thin, I sigh and grinned feeling something lumpy against the wall.
The light switch! Thank goodness. I truly hate the dark!
But when I flipped it on, casting the room in bright florescent lights, I glanced around to the window and all the color had left my face. It took every once of courage not to scream at the numerous glass eyes of dolls that glared at me and to not shut the light off.
Laying across the window sill and at the foot of it sat from a rough guess of 30 porcelain dolls. All of them in different color 19th century dresses and each with different style of hair and hair color. I blanched from the emotionless gazes that all were focused on me with my jaw dropped. Talk about creepy. I know I have dolls in my room but they're stuffed pandas. That's cuter than sinister looking fucking dolls like that.
I pulled away from the wall and amble around the room once my nerves calmed down a bit. Luckily the effect of their stares wore off, and I found myself now close to them as I observed each and everyone of them. Some of their visible pasty white skin was either starting to chip away or discolored in a shade of yellow from likely never being attended to, and a thick coat of dust clung to their clothes.
Despite being scared of them - seeing them grouped together and looking as bad as they did, I felt sad and sorry for them. They may be dolls, but they're still personal possessions. A maternal instinct sparked within my body the moment I reach and took a doll with brown hair and a green dress on.
I picked it up and held it close to me, closely observing the chipping expressionless face and the layer of dust adorning it. My own features fell into a crestfallen expression when I imagined them as real children. Children that have been left abandoned. Children that grew up without parents, being left to starve and live in filth. Such a terrible thought, but that's what came up as I studied the doll in my hands.
I felt protective of all sudden, protective of the doll. Why, I didn't know.
But gazing into the discolored glass eyes, I saw vague images of something... familiar?
It looked to be... like I was seeing through someone's eyes. They were playing with the same doll so cheerfully and gleeful. The hands gently gripped around the sides of the doll and then pulled it into their chest in a loving manner.
Happiness, nostalgia, gratefulness...
Unexplainable emotions drilled in my abdomen, and then - it was hurt, guilt, and apologetic when the figure turns to a smiling boy. The boy, his hair and eyes mirrored my own so perfectly, like he was a male version of me.
Then the image faded.
I suddenly became aware of thick wetness that glazed my cheeks, the hard doll clutched to my chest. It was as if I was in the event myself and reenacting it. The emotions I felt were so real... but why did I feel them? Was this doll - these dolls- something special to someone? And that boy...?
Quickly brusquely deciding to pass it off as nothing, I returned the doll back to its place and I rubbed away the tickling tears with my wrist. Whatever I just saw, I felt an odd discontent for it as if I wanted to forget it. Either way I slapped both my cheeks trying to pull my head back in reality, taking in a deep breath.
"Come on, Miyuu. Get it together. This is no time to break down-" I gasped at realization and spun around on my heel, then running and kneeling to my suitcase. "Crap, I almost forgot about Yui!" I exclaimed. I would go and find her myself, but then I risk getting lost again. Besides, I think she might want to know right away what just happened.
Digging through poorly folded clothes I finally found the black cellphone at the bottom of the pile. I scrambled with it as I tried to keep steady hands to type Yui's number in. After which, then hitting enter, I brought the receiver to my ear and listen to the ring.
Once...
Twice...
Thrice...
But then it cut off.
I pulled the phone away from my ear, looking confusingly at the screen of the phone. Why did it cut off? It would, only if she was monitoring it. But I don't think she would ignore my calls. One more time, I called the number and brought it to my ear. It only rang once before she finally picked up, but-
"Oi! Who is this?" I nearly jumped and squeaked from the unexpected voice, almost dropping the phone. It wasn't Yui's usual soft voice. Instead, it was the voice of a male. A rather loud one at that. "Hey, you going to talk or what? I can hear you breathing from the other side."
I blinked with furrowed brows. "Who the hell is this?"
The voice replied back antagonistically, seemingly offend by my tone. "Oi, and who the hell are you? You don't speak to Yours Truly like that."
Yours... Truly? Who the fuck is this asshole? Now anger and annoyance took over as I gripped the phone. "Well "Yours Truly" just so happens to be talking with a phone that doesn't belong to him. Who are you and why do you have my sister's phone?" My voice risen with each word.
"Eh?" Was all I got. He then said something else, but it sounded faint as if he pulled away from the phone. "Hey, Pancake. You didn't say that you had a sister, or that she was here too."
I quirked my brows. Who was he referring to as "Pancake"? Wait... Unless...
"Miyuu-san!" I gasped at the fearful voice on the other side. It belonged to Yui. "Please, give me back my phone!" Yui shouted, her voice becoming louder as she seemed to come closer to the man behind the phone. "I have to talk to her! Please give it back!"
"Should I?" The man laughed gleeful. There was sounds of him moving the phone around, as if he was keeping the device away from her. I gaped at nothingness, dread and fear settled in my stomach as I cursed myself for leaving her alone. And then, it went silent, and another voice spoke up.
"Hello? Who is this and how may I help you?" It was another man, but unlike the boyish and arrogant tone of the other one, his sounded more mature and polite. However, I wasn't in the mood to be polite myself.
Clenching my free hand, I grit my teeth before I barked up loudly and angrily. "Yeah you can help me! Just who the hell are you and what have you done to my sister!? I swear if you or that prick from before have touched or hurt her in anyway, I'm going to-"
The voice cut me off. "I must ask you to please talk more calmly. Your voice is too loud for me to hear, and besides, there is no reason to be angry when I am trying to be reasonable." I paused, musing over his words. Taking a deep breath, I stood up and fiddled with the end of the phone as I waited for him to speak back. "Thank you. Now tell me, what is your name and relations?"
Taking another deep breath, I said more softly. "My name is Miyuu Komori. I'm Yui's older sister, the girl whose phone you are using. I don't think my age and hobbies aren't needed, are they?" I said sarcastically. When I didn't get a response, I continued on seriously. "Now then, tell me your name. I think it's only fair since I had to give you mine." I demand. However, it went to deaf ears. I assume such because there was a long silence from the other end of the phone. I was almost tempted to look at my screen to see if they hung up, but before I did, I was startled when the man spoke up again.
"Miyuu, correct?" He asked strangely, and the tone of voice told me he was in shock.
I nodded. "Yes, I am. Now can you-"
He interrupted me again, but this time with the shut of the phone clicking from the receiver. I jumped and pulled the phone from my ear, glaring at the screen for a moment. Before I could even comprehend what just happened, I surged myself up - dropping the phone in the process - and ran for the door. I swear to all that is holy... Forgive me God, but you may have some occupants if that guy who called himself "Yours Truly" did anything to her!
I was blinded by pure rage and fear for Yui, that after I flung the door open and darted into the hall, I unknowingly bumped into someone much taller. The collision sent me flying to the floor, hitting my bottom to the ground and a surprised exclaim to come out of impulse. I shook my head to clear my mind, and I was about to scold however was in the way.
"Hey, watch where you-"
However the moment I looked up to see the stranger, my anger facade was wiped clean. I actually... felt intimidated. And that never happens to me. But the man - the one I bumped into - he balefully glared down at me with... red eyes. His whole face scowl scornfully as he clenched his fist and continued to glare.
"Hey, are you the loud-mouth wench that interrupted my precious sleep...?" He growled, almost menacingly.
The guy, he had thick white hair and blood red eyes. His bangs parted to the right, covering one of his eyes so I had only the one to confirm the color. His attire looks like a school uniform, but he wore it expressively like one of those too-cool-for-school punk kind of students, what with the hem of his undershirt looking torn and his whole attire modified.
And- Wait... Did he just call me a wench so blatantly...?
His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Well? Speak up, and wipe that stupid look off your face. It's starting to irritate me."
Thoroughly offended, I bravely bury my intimidation and mirrored his glare. "Who the hell do you think you are!? If I have to look differently, then wipe off that pissed off look from your face. It's starting to annoy me-"
The white haired prick suddenly punch the wall next to him, interrupting me in the process as I gasped at the loud crack noise it made. He looked even more pissed, if that was even possible. "Watch your tongue, wench! A human woman like you is in no position to speak as such!" he shouted. My eyes widened as plates when he removed his fist from the wall - or should I say crater. I'm not joking, he actually left a large dent in the wall, cracks and everything. "What are you doing here? You're intruding." he bellowed in that same rage.
Again, we mirrored expressions. "You're throwing a little tantrum and you think I'm going to tell you anything?" I hissed, clenching my fist against the ground. "Go piss off, brat! I'm in a emergency, in case you haven't figured it out." I couldn't help myself. One minute an arrogant sounding jerk picked up Yui's phone, a rude whoever talks to me, and now I bump into a raging child? Plus he's being a complete cock to me for no reason; I'm not going to be nice back to someone like that. But as I went to stand up, that white haired prick harshly grabs the neckline of my collar, picks me up, and slams my back against the wall.
I yelped at the impact, feeling pained tears form at the corner of my eyes. "You annoying wench..." he growled maliciously. My vision was hazy from the daze of the event and the tears, and when I blinked to clear them, all I saw was his face - inches from mine, his features darken as my facade broke. "You're going to regret speaking to me like that..."
What is it with the egotistical complex of these people!? He's the one being an asshole to me!
Hands firmly over his clenched ones on my collar, I tried to pull them off me. His strength far surpassed mine, however. I couldn't help but notice something the moment I grabbed the assaulting limbs.
His hands, they're as cold as ice. "Stop it! What is the matter with you!? Let me go right now! Please, there's something urgent that I-"
"Enough of your blabbering!" He interrupted loudly, his grip on my collar tightening even more.
I was ready to literally punch the bastard out, but then... the anger on his face was slowly starting to fade away as his eyes swept across my face, studying me thoroughly. Suddenly he leaned closer to my face, and then took a few whiffs of me like a dog. I flushed. "W-What are you doing!? This is sexual harassment-"
"Shut up, wench..." He hissed, but I notice the anger in his voice had soften as well. It bordered a low whisper.
He pulls back after sniffing me, his grip loosening around the collar a little. The man's face was that of either massive confusion or astonishment - I couldn't pinpoint it exactly. If it was confusion, then I was as confused as he. "Your scent... You don't smell of human. And your face... Do you vex me?" he murmured balefully. Suddenly, he pushed the side of his head to my bare chest, pressing his cold ear to where my heart was.
I flushed and shuddered. His ear, even that was colder than death. Instinctively, before I could even think for a second, I found my inner strength and shoved him off me, hands against his head and firmly away. "Get off me, creep!" I shouted, my hand covering the cold skin that his ear was against. "What do you think you're doing!?"
The white haired prick was in a momentary daze, his eyes watching me as I stood defensively. Then, his face darkened, ignoring the shocked and questioningly look I had. "Your heart," Was his response to his actions, but he continued. "It has no beat." he said so matter-of-factly.
I blanched at the notion. "W-What...?" My hands pressed hard against my chest, waiting for it. However... he was right. My heart, it wasn't beating. I then went to press my two fingers against my jugular while my other hand still on my chest. Even then, I didn't feel a pulse. My jaw literally dropped, my body started to tremble frighteningly.
I don't understand, this isn't right. If it wasn't beating then how am I alive? Is this some dream I'm having? This can't be... This can't be real. But that morning, five years ago - my first morning. I remember the beating of a heart pounding in my eardrums. Every morning I heard it, everyday...
My gaze shot back at the white haired man. Seeing him, his whole figure in plain view, something began to stir in me. A emotion I felt enough to know what it means. I felt... compassion. And sympathy. Vague images suddenly started to flash in my vision. They were hazy, very hard to see. However, I saw a tiny hand. A hand of a child, reaching out to the shoulder of a child smaller than it. But then, the person swat their comforting hand away and marched past them with grief and anger emitting from them. Feelings of emotional distressed ached their heart.
My breaths become raspy, even after the images fade away. Unexplainable dread filled every sense of mine. I couldn't even muster the strength to glare or appear angry. The images, the guilt and dread ebbing me. Why is this happening now? Why not before? The doctor said that revisiting places and seeing personal belongings could help remedy my amnesia. Is this it? I didn't know what. All I did know, was that it was scaring me.
I had no more time to think, because I suddenly felt someone grab a hold of my wrist harshly and jerk me with them to force me to walk, nearly causing me to buckle over. "Let's go, wench."
Hearing the low growl of that prick, my anger returned. Prying at his clutched hand, gritting my teeth as I tried to pull away, I barked at him. "Let go! Let go! You rude bastard, you can't treat me like this!" None of my assaults, verbal or otherwise, had little to no effect. As if I was a figment of his imagination, he ignored me as he lead us to double doors in what looked to be the living halls.
The prick grasp the handle and flings it open, tightening his grip on me as he made his entrance.
"Yours Truly saw her first," A voice I recognized said. "Yours Truly is going to be her first everything."
What he said irked me, but I didn't care when I saw a familiar blonde - sitting between two other males. Relief washed over me "Yui!"
As soon as Yui's eyes set on me, both shock and relief filled them. "Miyuu-san!"
The prick lets go of my wrist, and I didn't hesitate to rush to her. Yui surged herself up and blatantly ran into my embrace, her form tremble slightly. I hug her tightly and protectively, thanking god that she wasn't hurt. "Yui, thank goodness that you're all right." I murmured. I pulled Yui back a little so I could look straight at her face. Anger filled me to the brim when I saw a look of fear and a stare that said, "Thank you so much!" as if my arrival saved her.
Now that I think about it... Remembering that voice over the phone - the "Yours Truly" or whoever the hell - I glance over to where the source of it was, only to see a teenage boy in what looked to be a school uniform, sitting in an arm chair.
His hair was a darkish red and eyes a lime green. I could tell off the bat that this guy was cocky, I didn't even need to get a visual to know that his very voice portrayed such. Even the way he sat seemed cocky. Yet his face didn't have some cheeky grin like I thought. His expression was unreadable even as I stomped towards him and leaned close to his face, glaring with an apoplectic stare. "So, are you this "Yours Truly"?" I spoke calmly but my face said otherwise.
And there it was. That haughty grin as he stood up, me following his movements, and tried to tower over me by an inch. "That would be me," he said in a smug tone like he was some idol that was being acknowledged.
I scoffed. "Wipe that stupid, arrogant smirk off your face before I do it for you," I growled. Just as I wanted, he did lose it in place of a scowling exchange at me - trying to intimidate me, no less. But he'll find out that you shouldn't underestimate someone by appearances. I've dealt with flirty men that were ten times more intimidating than him.
"Oi, you have some guts talking to Yours Truly like that."
I took a step closer. "And you will not speak to me in such a entitled voice. Now then, give me back my sister's phone."
The red head pulled out the phone from his pocket, staring down at me while still scowling. "You want this?" he said in a mocking voice. Then he scoffs and turns his head away, having a sadistic and amused gaze still on me. "I think I won't. I'll keep it, until you speak to me appropriately."
My brow twitch. "Piss off. That's my sister's phone, you arrogant cock. You have no right to take it, now give it back before you become black and blue." I seethed.
His gaze darts back at me, gritting his teeth as his grip clutch more on the phone. But then he smirked? "Heh. You've got quite the mouth on you, Girly. I'm going to have great pleasure in taming you." he chortled. Inwardly I was utterly shocked and royally pissed. Who the hell does he think he is? Oh, I'm going to enjoy twisting off his- "Yo, Pancake. I'm done with Girly here, get her away from me." he ignored me and said with boredom, peering over at a nervous Yui.
"Hey!" I snapped, drawing his attention. "Do not, and I mean, do not talk to my sister like that."
"Che. I can talk to her how I want. Besides, I'm just honest. She's as flat as a pancake." he joked with a smug face as he snickered at himself.
What. A. Fucking. Prick!
But... I got a great idea.
I scoffed and fold my arms, flipping my ponytail over my shoulder as I looked at him with mirth. "Really now?" I said, sounding sarcastically amused when really... I wasn't. I had to hold everything back before I killed him. "Haha, I think that's so funny, Shortstick. You should come up with more."
"Eh? What the hell did you call me?" He seethed, probably already knowing the meaning.
"Well I thought since you gave me and Yui a nickname based on honesty," I paused and sniggered, glancing up at him with false seduction. "I thought Shortstick is the perfect name for you. Your attitude is meant to compensate for something, right~?" I sighed all dreamily, very much enjoying how pissed he was slowly becoming. "Too bad though. You're quite the looker. But not a lot of women like it the size of this." I pull my arm out from the fold and brought out my hand, raising a thumb as an example.
He was now thoroughly angry as steam was practically coming off his face while he clenched his free hand and his teeth. I heard a couple of quiet laughs in the room, one of them I recognized from that white haired fellow. I take it back, he's not a prick. This prick is a prick.
"You damn bitch," He was starting to inch closer to my face. "I think I'm going to take my sweet time with you. I'll greatly enjoy hearing the screams you'll produce as I drain you dry."
His statement, I will admit, taken me aback. Is he a S & M freak or something? If he was a member of this family he's going to learn quickly my low tolerance for pricks.
Hand against his face that was very close to my nose, I lightly shove him away, though he barely stumbled back. "Go piss off, you deplorable prick." Now I held nothing back, showing nothing but contempt for the creep. "Try to do anything and you'll find yourself a bit shorter than already. Che, not like there's anything left to begin with-"
"Ayato!"
Huh...? That echoing voice...
"Ayato, grab my hand! Hurry!"
I began to rub my temples in a slow, therapeutic manner, ignoring the fuming red head. That voice... it sounded like mine. Who was I talking to? "M-Miyuu-san?" I felt a hand, Yui's hand, touch my shoulder. I didn't react to it or her calls of my name.
"Don't cry, Ayato. Even if I'm locked away here for any longer, I don't mind... Because you're safe..."
The voice faded away. The memory(?), all too familiar...
An amused laugh echoed in the room. "My my, Ayato. You certainly picked quite a feisty one indeed. She looks very fun. But better be careful."
I snapped out of my deep thoughts and peered over at the red head's side with a frowning brow to see the one who complimented. I'm guessing it was that other red head with the hat on the couch because the person standing next to him, a rather young looking kid with light purple hair and eyes with a teddy bear in his arms, looked too young to have that voice.
The man had the same color eyes and hair as the prick in front of me. Wearing a fedora hat and a school uniform - I presumed - and a smug, amused expression, he smirked and winked at me. Suddenly, I felt something wet graze my earlobe along with a soft chuckle. I yelped, covering the wet area and impulsively spun on my heel, raising a clenched fist.
But I gasp when I see who it was.
"Mm, you taste quite delightful, Sweet thing~" It was that same guy - the one on the couch.
Shocked, I look back at the his previous position, only to see it empty, and then back at his mirthful face. Stranger and stranger, I was freaked out and confused. He looked down at me with such lustful looking eyes, like he was going to ravage me at any moment. However, it took me too long to realize something - Did he just lick me? And so casually?
"I would like a lick too." Another voice said before I could even comprehend. Another wet and and warm sensation grazed my forearm. I yelp even louder before I turned, holding my arm behind me defensively, and glared at the assailant - it was that purple haired kid. Right now, he had a very wan satisfied look from his perverted action - mainly due to the bag under his eyes. "You're right. She tastes almost as sweet as the other girl. This one, however, has a familiar scent and taste. I really like it."
Just as I was about to scold the little creep, arms hugged around me in a playful manner. "You're right about that, Kanato-kun. But a intoxicating scent of a beautiful woman is all the same, nonetheless." The red head winks when I turned a blazing glare at him.
In response, I struggled and was able to push his arms off of me. Now free, I surged over to Yui's side, holding the arm that was licked. "Y-You...! Y-You...!" I tried to screech but I could get the words out. I was beyond pissed. Did I seriously just get harassed? Was Yui dealing with the same while I was gone? How badly I wanted to kick myself, knowing that she was left alone with a bunch of creeps.
"Aww~ Such a cute face of embarrassment you have, Sweet thing." The pervert "complimented" mirthfully.
"That is enough." A authoritative voice dictates the room, and on that command, the room fell silent. I turned my attention to the sound of footsteps that came from my right, which instinctively, I moved myself in front of Yui and was approached by a rather handsome looking man with dark purple hair and light red eyes behind glasses. Based on his attire, he looked like a butler of a sorts. Funny, his rather stern gaze contrasted that.
I composed myself, and he did as well. "Are you the woman I spoke to earlier on the phone? Miyuu, was it?" he said slowly. The way he said my name though, it caught me off. It was a subtle change of tone, perhaps.
Either way, I nod politely. "Yes, I am. And I assume you're the man that hung the phone on me? Whatever your name is?" I said straight-faced.
"Ah, she even has the same name. How delectable~" I heard the lust faced red head say aloud, but I didn't turn my attention to see his expression; I can already guess it. Though what does he mean?
The purplette pushes his glasses to his face and nods in reply, ignoring my almost taunting words. "I am, and I apologize for that. But since you are here, perhaps you can answer some questions your sister couldn't."
I nod. "All right, but I don't think I know anymore than she does. We were sent by our father to come live here because he went abroad due to his work. Nothing else was told beyond that."
"Hmm..." The man appeared go in deep thought, mulling over it as he cups under his chin with his thumb and forefinger. However, his features darken with stress and he looks back down at me. "I see. Then you are of no help as well," My brow twitched. "As I told your sister, we were not informed of anyone coming to be relocated here with us."
Something within me washed over. In relief, I think?
"Really now? You haven't?" I said.
I suddenly felt a couple of taps on my shoulder, trying to get my attention. I turned slightly, and Yui leans close to my ear and whispers. "Miyuu-san, I think we should probably leave. This is probably a misunderstanding."
I curtly nod. "Yeah, good idea." The idea was a right one, and a very appealing one. Even if we had to walk back to town I rather risk dirtying my clothes and such than stay here. Between the images, the voices and these creeps, I prefer to just go and leave this behind me like it never happened.
Gently taking Yui's hand, I bow to the man as my habit would make me do. "Listen, if this was a misunderstanding than maybe it's best we leave. Excuse us." Yui gave a slight bow just as I went for the double doors.
"Just a moment," The man said just as I reached for the handle. I stopped and turned around to his back facing me, frustration fully adorned my features. I just want to leave. "I am attempting to verify the truth of the matter. Wouldn't it be rather impolite to leave now?"
Yui sightly turned her head in his direction, appearing just as eager as I was but she her expression wasn't as tense. "B-But..."
I couldn't help but interrupt her in mid-sentence. "Impolite? Whether we are or not, how apparent do we have to make it seem that we wish to leave?" I said firmly. The man exchanged an offended glance at me from my tone. "If it was a mistake, it was a mistake. And frankly, I rather not stay in a house with two creeps, Shortstick over there, and a brat with a temper tantrum. This isn't the place for my sister, so no offense to you specifically, but it's best that we go about our way."
The white haired fellow and Shortstick both turn a blazing, irritated glare of contempt in my direction.
"Damn bitch..." Shortstick hisses under his breath. Thankfully the white hair guy didn't move to act. The other insulted one, however, moves to get up from his seat as he scowls, but the other red head, who was now sitting on the arm of the chair, gently held a hand on his shoulder - stopping him.
"Now, now, Ayato." The lewd man says with mirth.
Shortstick clicks his tongue in dissent. "Che..."
A muffled amused laugh sounded from the risqué red head as his eyes then glue to me. "Still the same protective, loving beauty, I see. I love how much your speech as changed though, Sweet thing~ You truly talk like our Reiji now."
What...? He talks like he knows me...
I glared silently at him, nonetheless. Despite what he said stirred anxiety in me. "Be quiet, pervert. Do not speak as if you know me." I hissed in a calm facade but my tone was dangerously hostile.
He tsks. "Aww, don't be so cruel, Sweet thing-"
"And do not call me that! It's Miyuu Komori to you." I hissed. My anger only boiled more when he closes his eyes and sighs with a playful smirk.
"That name, so lovely to hear it again," When he reopened them, his lustful stare on me intensified. I felt a shudder as my facade nearly fell under his gaze. "How that name excites me. And that expression, so beautiful." He said all dreamily and a look was dawning onto his face as if he imagined dirty minded thoughts.
Okay, that's it...
I released Yui's hand quickly and started my way towards him slowly with quiet rage on my face."I suggest you get whatever perverted thought you have out of your mind before I beat the hell out of you. I am not your fucking eye candy..." I seethed through clenched teeth. It didn't faze him one bit. In fact, he looked amused. And that pissed me off so much. But then I suddenly found myself stopped by a small form in front of me, grasping their thin hands against me.
"Miyuu-san, please. Don't make it any worse." She looks up at me pleadingly, her hands shook as they held tightly onto my upper arms. Though I was beyond pissed, I've seen that look before. A look that was truly afraid. No doubt she was scared of me getting hurt. For her sake, I sighed and reluctantly eased back to let her know that I wasn't going to fight. After a small nod, she relaxed.
"So you are the women he mentioned? Interesting..."
I nearly jumped out of my skin from the unexpected low voice of another male in the room. It wasn't from any of them, but I quickly notice - and I admit I felt stupid for not noticing sooner - another boy at the other end of the room, laying on a couch and eyes close like he was asleep while earbuds were fitted into his ears.
Next to that dark purple haired man, he was a lot more handsome - or I'd say hot, but you-know-who is watching. Maybe it was my overactive imagination making me think this, but... he looks like a male version of me. His hair was the same color as mine and tousled like it as well. His eyes were closed so I assumed blue like mine, just because. Hell, he was even listening to a mp3 that was attached to a wire around his neck, while I leave mine in my breast pocket. And his face too. If he had more feminine qualities, he would look like me.
Then I thought back to the first vision I saw - the one when I found those dolls. The boy in the vision... looks just like him.
"Shuu, do you know something about these girls?" The man in the butler attire asks.
"Maybe..." This Shuu replied in a low, disinterested and sluggish voice like he had just woken up from a nap. Was he seriously asleep this whole time? I suppose so since I didn't even know he was in the room till now.
"Don't "maybe me," The guy with the bear pouts. "I would like an explanation."
"That guy... Contacted me the other day. He said, "We have guests arriving from the church so treat them with respect"" This Shuu explained. After he finished, my heart literally sank. So they did notify them... So this isn't a misunderstanding...
"What?" Shortstick said with surprise. "Are you telling me that these two are the prospective brides?" I heard Yui gasp from their assumption, and I lightly grasped her hand in response to ease her.
"Oh, is that all?" Said the guy with the bear, completely uninterested.
"Ah, ah, ah. Correction, Ayato-kun. Bitch-chan is the sacrificial bride, not Sweet thing." The perverted red head pointed at me as he said that. Bitch-chan? Oh, I'm going to slaughter the hell out of him... But what's this talk of brides? Sacrificial brides? I swear, if what I'm thinking is right, I'm going to kill whoever...
Shortstick exchanged a confused glance at the pervert. "Eh?" But then a deep thoughtful look creeps onto his face when he turns back at me. His eyes studied me thoroughly in a observant fashion.
Self-conscious, I wrapped my arms around myself defensively. "Advert you eyes, Shortstick. Try anything and you're dead." I snarled, already predicting his thoughts. He glares at me, then scoffs as he does what I want.
"Oh, right..." Shuu spoke up. He open his eyes halfway, and I was in both shock and awe. I was right. They were the same color as mine. As he continued, I started to piece everything together of everything that has happened... and I'm not liking the thought. "...And he also mentioned not to kill them." he finished.
That shattered me from my self analysis moment, interrupting my train of thought.
I stared wide eyed at the group of boys in the room, the fear of Shuu's words worrying me greatly. Habitually I clutch the jewel around my neck as I tried to fight off the trembling of both fear and indignation. Yui can't see me afraid, even though I'm actually frighten. I may try to act like a strong, fearless woman, but people have only seen one side of me: The Miyuu that talks big and uses fist when the going gets tough - in translation, mess with me or Yui, you're dead.
The pervert was talking, and all I could think about was father. Why would he send us here? Does he know? Please, someone tell me that this is a well planned prank. I don't want to sleep with a knife under my pillow because of the fear of being attacked in my sleep.
When the man with the glasses turns to us, I snapped away from my bubble and give him my full attention as he says. "It appears there is no misunderstanding so allow us to introduce ourselves," He turns an eye at the man laying at the end of the room. "That is the eldest son, Shuu. And I am the second son, Reiji."
Heh, his name is one letter off from sounding like father's.
He continues. "This is the third, Ayato." He refers to the cocky red head, sitting with one leg over the other as he watches us.
"You won't get away this time." The said prick said conceitedly.
"Kanato..." He refers to the young looking kid with the bear.
The said boy cocks his head at us and smiles with soft glee. "Please let me sample you again sometime."
"Laito..." He refers to the red head in the fedora hat.
With a wink, he says in his usual sultry voice. "Pleased to meet you both, Bitch-chan and Sweet thing." My brow twitched.
"And the last son, Subaru." He refers to the white haired guy with anger management issues.
The said man scoffs and turns his head away, still with that scowling look. "What a waste of time." he growls.
With the knowledge of their names, now what? My hand loosens around the grip of the necklace and then falls lifelessly to my side - my face impassive and I'm wordless - as Yui then said. "But this has to be a mistake. No one told us anything about brides. And... And besides, you're all... kind of weird."
Every single one of the brothers had their attention on us. Each and every one of them had something different lurking deep in their captivating eyes. I don't know why, but I felt petrified by them. I was barely hanging onto that thread of bravery that hung so flimsy. Why are these creeps scaring me? I guess maybe now that they're grouped together, their hostile and strange auras emitted strongly. Either way, they rubbed me the wrong way.
"What's this...?" It was Reiji voice that said as he reached a hand towards me. I flinched and closed my eyes, my whole body tensed up as if I was prepared to be manhandled or something. But then, the cold stone leaves my chest, and the chain is lifted up. I slowly open my eyes and saw Reiji, closely identifying the jewel with an observant gaze.
And then, an strange expression came upon his face - his brow furrowed as he narrowed his eyes. He looks up at me, and I shudder in response. "Where did you acquire this? It doesn't belong to you." He said lowly. I was at a lack of words for whatever was happening. Why he was saying this wasn't mine, I didn't voice the question. Out of nowhere, Reiji harshly grasp my face with his free hand.
"S-Stop it! What are you-!"
"Open your mouth." Reiji said, ignoring my protest. And for some reason, like a submissive slave, I did as he asked and open my mouth slightly to which he inches closer and observes. As the seconds went by, his expression darken more and more, his head moved from side to side to look at my teeth. I showed a barest hint of a frown, confused as to why he was looking at my teeth. I have sharper than normal fangs, big deal.
Finally, as he lets out a soft sigh, he releases my face and draws back - but not before he rips the garnet necklace right off my neck.
I gasped, my hands flew to where the stone once was. But feeling nothing, a feeling of loss ebbed me. "Y-You...! Give that back to me! It's mine-" I barked but when I saw the menacing glare of his upon me as he cupped the broken necklace in one gloved hand, my voice was clogged in my throat.
"This is not yours. In fact, it belongs to mine and Shuu's..." He paused, and then he fixes his glasses. "Or should I say, it belongs to our mother."
Our...?
""Our"? What are you... You can't mean..." It came out broken, but Reiji grasped what I was trying to say. The realization of his words hit me like a ton of bricks when I thought about it.
And he only confirms it.
"How obtuse. I am referring to you... Miyuu Sakamaki."
- Author's Note -
I apologize for having an abrupt ending ;-; but it was really starting to drag on. But no worries! ^_^ After I finish updating a VK fanfic of mine, I will work quickly to end this properly
Thank you so much for the support:) I'm glad you guys like Miyuu, but I hope this chapter doesn't make you think differently T^T I wrote her how exactly any normal girl would react to such a situation because frankly... Yui doesn't really react as much as I thought she would. I would probably scold any person who would lick me so blatantly.
I hope she doesn't appear as a Mary-sue, and if she does ever seem that way, I apologize. I'm writing her as realistically as possible.
And I'm sorry if any of the brothers were OOCish, and I apologize ahead of time if I ever do. They're not exactly the easiest characters to write. Shuu and Reiji are the hardest IMO, which is ironic =_=
Anyways~ Sorry for the abrupt ending again and let me know how I did:)
