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MUKAMI YUUMA X KAZUKA MAYU = YUYU!
THE RATINGS WILL REMAIN A SECRET FROM NOW ON!
"Woah..! You guys look horrible! Are you okay!?" The blond guy, also known as the playboy, stared at me and Yuuma with wide eyes as we sat down at the table. Already chewed pasta seemed to soon be running down from his gaping mouth.
Neither of us said anything.
I could only be happy that I wasn't chained on his bed today, and that I had warm food prepared in front of me. Hot, delicious aroma escaped the sauce on the pasta. It had been so awful that morning. I didn't get much sleep, and even though it pleased me a little bit, the fact that neither did Yuuma was not comforting. We hadn't talked at all this morning, I just followed him out of his room to see where he was going. Luckily enough, it was breakfast.
Funny thing that vampires eat normal food. How can he even be hungry, that damn hippie? He got more than enough of my blood to be full for days.
The playboy cleared his throat, stabbing a piece of chicken with his fork and scanning it top to toe. "So…" he nervously clicked his tongue. "What happened last night?"
We silently took a bite of our food, closing our eyes and pretending we didn't hear anything from whatever-that-guys-name-was.
"Well, I did hear a lot of sounds coming from your room last night, Yuuma-kun~. Screams and cries and loads of banging against furniture~," he teased. A giggle was now heard from the other side of the table, and felt the presence of a smirk on the blue eyed guy. "What were the two of you doing, I wonder~."
"I had a fight," Yuuma immediately interrupted and managed to kill the chicken in his mouth once again even though it was already dead. "She fought like a girl."
I chewed pasta. "Those scars on your face tells a different story."
We exchanged death glares.
Yuuma's hair was ruffled and the strands of it was everywhere it shouldn't be. It was still tied into a messy pigtail, but barely. He wasn't bleeding from that scratch I made, but it was still clearly visible along with a couple of other. Clothes was ripped in some places, and he looked absolutely terrible. I bet I looked just the same.
"I'm gonna fucking kill ya, Akarisu."
"I'd like to see you try."
The playboy waved violently with his hands in front of his chest. "My, my, let's not be like that now! Let's get along! My name is Mukami Kou by the way~. But a cute girl like you can just call me Kou~."
A man walked in the room, the same handsome black haired guy from yesterday, and walked to sit down on one with the black chairs.
"Yuuma… I went into your room this morning to check on the two of you," he sighed and wiped his forehead with his palm. "What did you do last night? Everything is destroyed and in a complete mess…"
Instead of saying 'wow', Kou let out an amazed whistle at the guy's words. "That guys is Ruki, our oldest brother."
Your handsomest brother, too? I wanted to say that.
"Then there's Azusa, the youngest. But he has already eaten, so you won't see much of him toda-"
"Oi, I'm done. Let's go, Akarisu."
My wrist got grabbed, as usual, and was pulled towards the door along with Yuuma. I was shocked, and tried to struggle my way out of his grasp. I did not want to be alone with him again, and did my best to get back to the others.
"Ah! Yuuma-kun! You're just gonna let me take the last piece of chicken!?" Kou sounded really surprised.
"Enjoy yourself," was the reply he got.
Walls of the hall all smothered together into one blurry white color, swishing by our eyes as we continued what seemed like an endless run around a mansion I had never been in before. Every turn was unexpected, and all of them was the cause of me almost tripping over my own feet. Where was he taking me? Why was he taking me there?
"COULD YOU JUST… FRICKING STOP…!?" I panted, exhausted from keeping my legs moving forward at the quick pace.
What is the deal with this guy!?
The yelling was ignored, Yuuma was too busy finding and open the door at last, dragging me inside with rough hands. He moved quickly, and slammed the door shut, caught me in his hands, and threw me into the bed without saying anything nor having any concern for my well being.
Thank God that I changed clothes from that maid outfit this morning (not that I had any choice, the maid outfit was destroyed).
"Is this how you always are, or am I just one lucky bastard?" I asked, feeling a little nervous hidden under a sarcastic chuckle and rolling eyes.
He moved towards me now, passing the two armchairs that someone (servants, maids, butlers, Ruki) had tidied up from lying rolled over.
I shot my arms up, making them into a cross in front of myself. "No! No, no, no! You had more than enough yesterday! And you just ate! We are not going to do this now!"
"I never said that I was going to bite you, idiot. I'm not going to, dammit. And even if I was, there'd be no shit you could do 'bout it," he sighed, but smirked as his eyes opened again, finding a place for something perverted to come into conversation. "You'd be far too busy drowning in pleasure, hehe."
He did notice that after all…
"I would not!"
Yuuma suddenly leaned over me, hands on the wall on either side of me. I threw myself back into it. His eyes caught mine. "You sure 'bout that?"
"Tch..!" I pushed him off, feeling my breath come back to me. Clearing my throat, I avoided his gaze. "So if you don't want to suck my blood, what is it that you want?"
"I just wanna talk to ya, Akarisu. Ask you a couple of important questions."
Yuuma went to sit in one of the armchair, moving it so that he was facing me on the bed.
Why had he even thrown me in the bed to begin with then? I could've been sitting in the other and be able to talk to him just as well as I would on the bed. Had he just done it to scare me up? I bet.
"I'm listening."
The same jar filled with white cubes from yesterday, that Yuuma yelled at me not to touch, was grabbed and pulled to stand on his lap. He opened the lid, picking one small cube up with two long slender fingers.
"First of all," he began, throwing the white object into his opened mouth and bit down. A big crunch got through his lips. "When you began to live with them, what did they use you for?"
"Correction; I was actually fucking kidnapped, you dick. You think I would willingly live there?"
Numbers of dates passed through my head, together with numbers of memories and scenarios with the boys. "But for food, from what I've seen, and cleaning."
"You were kidnapped? How?" He threw another white thing into his mouth.
Drugs? (That would explain shit). No, wait, it couldn't be. He's chewing on sugar cubes?
I had thought that the things in the jar was sugar cubes last night, but I didn't know that I was right…
"Oh, they climbed through my window dressed in short maid outfits before using a magic spire to transport us to their mansion filled with eatable rainbows and homosexual dragons, HOW DO YOU THINK I WAS KIDNAPPED?"
He gave me eyes filled with unspoken death threats.
"I was out one night to leave some papers to my dad and they was on their way home from school in their giant limo and spotted me and Ayato jumped out and grabbed me and threw me into their giant limo and they drove away with me and put me in kinky maid clothes and made me be their servant and food." I spoke it all in one breath, nervous that Yuuma would slit my throat for being cocky and sarcastic before.
He smiled, pleased with me. "Okay, good. I'll reward you later for being obi dent once in a while. "
Once in a while? We've known each other for about 24 hours, you know.
"Alright, second. Why'd they kidnap ya?" I was just about to reply, when he cut me off by starting his blabbering again. "And don't come with some 'it's my blood' shit, because your blood ain't that special, Akarisu."
Now that's just rude.
"I don't know why, idiot. I would advise you to God damn ask them and not the victim. You think cops ask the corpse why they were killed? No. No, they don't."
He gave me the same death stare again.
"Well, they did say that they'd smelled something that day and thought that it was me." Speaking quickly again, I rubbed the back of my head thoughtfully.
Ayato had said that in the limo.
(Don't tell me you didn't smell it, Shichisan-megane!)
I remember Ayato's voice and expression perfectly from when he said that to Reiji, especially the weird nicknames he goes around and yells. But the biggest reason I remembered it was because it sounded so strange to me. 'Smell it'? Smell what? My blood wasn't anything special judging by Raito, at least he had never said anything about it. What was it that made them kidnap me that night? I'll never get the answers unless I escape.
"Next is, when exactly did ya start livin' with 'em?"
I still really didn't like how he mad sit seem as if I was together, or even married, with them. And I didn't even know what day it was today, but I had felt that it was important to keep track of time at the Sakamakis. So that I wouldn't lose my mind.
"Three and a half weeks, I think? Around a month?"
"Heh," Yuuma snorted quietly to himself, wearing a small smirk on his face. "So you're not lying after all."
Wait, what? Di-did he know? "What are you talking about!?"
"Well, I already knew the answer to the last question. Just wanted to test ya, Akarisu."
"You've been stalking me or what!? That's fucking creepy, even for you!"
So these Mukami guys had been watching me in the Sakamakis mansion from the very beginning, but decided to kidnap me from my kidnapers first now?
"Well," Yuuma mused almost in a sigh, shrugging and sounding a little disappointed with a displeased frown slammed upon his face. "I was gonna punish ya for lying to me, but seems like that plan's gone."
Getting up sloppily from the armchair, Yuuma's arms swayed back and forth shortly before he finally stood still on the floor. He started walking toward me while stretching (for some odd reason, I don't know), groaning with a scowl. When he was done, he was right in front of me, and went from lazy and sloppy to quick and intimidating in one second as his palm slammed against the wall me back was tilted against.
"I guess I'll just have to give ya that reward I mentioned earlier."
I felt myself quick to react, and my feet went to push against his stomach in protest, not hesitating to hurt him a little in the process. "You said you weren't going to bite me!" I bellowed, the anger vibrating in my lungs.
He smirked against the skin under my ear (i fucking felt that smirk so clearly), refusing to let my legs push him away. The chuckled was low and amused, purring. "I changed my mind."
The teeth was gritted against each other so hard at that moment that it hurt, just like yesterday, and it made me furious that I wasn't able to force him away from me. That my legs weren't strong enough. But of course, I do have lots of bruises on them as well from getting thrown here and there, so it's no wonder.
But my hands were free, and they were used well to make the rest of me free as well. By punching him in the face repeatedly. With fists. Both of them. Hard.
I darted for the door, the same feeling of adrenaline run through my painful body.
"We're doing this again tonight, Akarisu!?" Yuuma almost laughed it maniacally, taking the chance to grab me by my waist this time, the movement following with my body hurling into the wall, tailbone meeting the white window frame in an agonizing slam. I did my best not to cry, but I didn't bother trying to stop the cracking groan echoing in the room while my body scrambled onto the floor in a broken pile. Wounds and bruises from yesterday pounded all over my body from the hit, complaining that they couldn't take anymore.
"What, that's all you've got for me, Akarisu?" Yuuma mocked me diabolically, making his steps towards me loud and clear to make me feel intimidated.
He stopped right in front of my slowly-rising-slowly-sinking chest. "I don't think so."
His leg was caught before it could throw the kick it was on its way to make, and I pressed myself against the wall for even more support in stopping the strong leg. I breathed out as I had managed to stop it, ignoring the annoying trembling I let out that couldn't be helped, and clutched stubbornly to Yuuma's leg with both my arms and legs.
"Heh, so you still got some spirit inside ya. C'mon, just give up already." He shook his leg, but I still kept teeth gritted in refusal to let go. "I see, so you're not gonna do it, are you?"
Yuuma breathed in, collecting strength, and threw a harsh kick against the wall in a way where my back slammed into it. I still had a tight grip on him, but now I wasn't just broken and bruised, but I was pissed.
That made me fucking bite roughly into his leg, not feeling satisfied until my human teeth had drawn blood.
Surprise, surprise, mother fucker.
I felt especially pleased when my object-of-hate groaned out in pain, voice broken and loud. A curse spat out of him, and he kicked again, this time just out into the air. Harder this time, sending me flying across the room into the brown box in use of a table. I knocked the jar with the sugar cubes over.
They've replaced it, right? Didn't I throw this at him yesterday?
"YOU STAY WHERE YOU ARE!" I had the jar in my hands, remembering how he found it precious. He almost ran towards me, did not stop.
Let's throw it again.
"FUCKING CHRIST!" I yelled, aiming for his head as the jar left my head. Meanwhile, as Yuuma spend some time avoiding the pretty-well-aimed glass jar, I pushed armchairs so they would block his way. That fucker jumped over them without any further effort, but it was one thing that he hadn't thought of.
I was next to his bed. Didn't he know what was next to his bed? Probably not, because he seemed hella surprised when I whacked him real good in the head with a garden pot.
So surprised that he in fact passed out, falling heavily onto the floor by my feet and at my mercy.
"H-Haah…" The feeling of finally be able to breathe out washed over me like luring, wonderful, warm rain. I seriously hadn't expected him to pass out, and felt unbelievable shocked as I watched hi stiff body on the floor.
The room was a mess again.
But don't take it easy just yet, Mayu. He is a vampire after all, so don't underestimate him. Maybe he'll get up any second now. Thoughts like that running through my head, I stepped over Yuuma and went for the door. Though, the door wasn't the only thing that blocked my way to freedom.
"Hmmm, I knew you guys fought in here, but I never thought it was this bad," a light voice said thoughtfully as I began opening the door, becoming clear as I finally got it open enough to see who was standing there. Mukami Kou. And he was grinning. "And to think that you even knocked him unconscious."
He was just about to give me a congratulating applaud, when his second younger brother stepped out of the shadows next to him. "I… heard some noise and… decided to come. ..Kou, what has… happened..?"
The way he talked really creeped me out in more than one ways.
"Oh! Azusa-kun, thank god you came! Here, help me carry Yuuma-kun out!"
Azusa silently turned an eye into the room, then nodded in agreement to his older brother. I watched him go over and grab the unconscious guy's both arms, pulling Yuuma very slowly across the floor with quiet groans at his weight.
I turned back to Kou. "You're not going to let me out of this room, are you?" The way he was blocking the exit told me so.
He shook his head. "Nope~."
And he stayed true to his word. No matter how much I pushed and fought, I couldn't get passed him. And when Azusa had finally gotten Yuuma out of the room without having me follow, then Kou had acted out his role as a guard and closed the door shut. Locking it after him.
I must have stayed up all night to bank on the doors and windows.
Thank you for this week again! Though I have some bad news. There probably won't be an update next week. It may be, but I can't promise you anything like I've done so far. I have a lot to write right now, because of the triplets birthdays. *Insert happy birthday smiley here*
THANKIES FOR READING! I'LL SEE YOU IN ABOUT TWO WEEKS AGAIN!