Finally, the next chapter is done. Beware of the lemons at the end! :3
I would also like to give my thanks to Prince Silvertongue, for the aforementioned lemons. ;)
Hope you all enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Diabolik Lovers.
Warnings: Language, Mature Scenes, Sadism and Masochism, Gore, Death, Dysfunctional Relationships, Incest
It was that time again. Reiji had summoned all the residents of the Sakamaki household to the dining room for their monthly dinner party. For once, all of them were dressed casually. Yui sat at one end of the grand table, with on her left, and Shuu right across from her. On Ayato's left was Laito, followed by Kanato. Akira was on Shuu's right, with Subaru next to her, then Reiji. Plates of various dishes were placed in front of each of them, and all ate in silence.
Akira knew that this night, as always, would end in nothing short of a failure. The brothers only tolerated each other for her sake, but even that had its limits. Even her presence couldn't prevent Ayato and Subaru from arguing, or stop Reiji from insulting Shuu. Sometimes, Akira could do nothing but watch them squabble and blame their mothers and father for the poor relationship between the Sakamaki males.
"You haven't eaten very much, Bitch-chan~" Laito teased as he appeared next to Yui, leaning closer to her, "You need to eat properly or you could become anemic. Would you like me to feed you~?" he offered suggestively.
"Laito," Reiji started, and Laito's mischievous smile immediately dropped as his fun was effectively ruined, "It's bad manners to get on your feet during a meal."
"Yes, sir~" Laito sang as he straightened, his carefree disposition bouncing back, and glanced at Yui from the corner of his eye, "We'll continue this later, Bitch-chan~" He returned to his seat, leaving Yui to stare after him.
The sound of the chair scraping the floor caught Yui's attention, and she immediately turned to Shuu, who had stood from his seat, his eyes still closed.
"Shuu-san…?" Yui questioned uncertainly.
"This is a pain." The blonde boy mumbled and moved to leave. A hand gripped his sleeve before he could take a step, and Shuu's eyes snapped open, reprimanding blue orbs meeting his own, "Akira…"
"Sit down, Shuu." Akira commanded tersely, tugging slightly on his sleeve in persistence, "Reiji had gone through a lot of trouble to plan this dinner. Not to mention, the rest of our brothers made an effort to attend it all throughout. The least you could do is stay until dinner is over… Please…" she added as an afterthought. Her tone left no room for argument, and Shuu had no choice but to follow her order. With a sigh, he sat back down when he realized that his younger sister had no intention of letting him leave.
Akira smiled, appeased, before turning back to her own meal. She barely had the chance to pick up her spoon, when it was snatched from her. Her slight cry of surprise cut short when Shuu grasped her jaw with one hand, and held a spoonful of ice cream on the other. Matching sapphire orbs met with such intensity, and Akira found herself unconsciously opening her mouth to accept the treat offered to her.
She hummed in delight, tongue darting out to lick the excess cream off her lips. Shuu's eyes followed the movement, and without warning, he firmly smashed his lips to hers. He bit at her bottom lip, causing the dark-haired female to moan. Shuu wasted no time, plunging his own tongue into her mouth and explored every inch, his eyes going half-lidded as he savored the lingering taste of chocolate and mint from the dessert she had just consumed. Heat rose to Akira's cheeks, and her own eyes fluttered closed as she responded to the kiss.
Shuu ignored the indignant and enraged cries of his brothers, almost smirking at the feel of Reiji's infuriated gaze burning holes through his head.
After a few seconds, Shuu pulled back, his cheeks also stained pink, and licked his lips, "Thank you for the dessert, Imouto."
Akira took a deep breath to calm herself, her eyes slightly dilated as she attempted to glare at him, to which Shuu found more endearing than intimidating, "Baka Onii-san…"
"Oi! What the hell do you think you're doing to her!?" Subaru looked ready to slam his fists down on the table, his reaction spurring on more protests from the brothers.
"Shuu, you bastard! How dare you touch what belongs to Ore-sama!"
"Ne, Teddy, do you think Akira-nee would let us have some dessert too?
Amongst the yelling, the Sakamaki's sacrificial bride sat there, shocked speechless. Yui's eyes were wide as she gaped, a hint of a blush on her own cheeks at what she had just witnessed. Was her mind playing tricks on her? Surely, she didn't just see the two siblings share a kiss – more than a kiss. That was — that was taboo! How could they all act as if it was a normal occurrence? And why… why did her chest clench so painfully at the sight?
Akira, on the other hand, sighed in exasperation as another argument broke out between the six. She couldn't really say that she hadn't expected it, but still… would it kill them to wait until after dinner?
The clock struck three.
Yui sighed as she skimmed through the pages of the diary. It was still blank as the day she had found it in that room, the one that the brothers had now forbidden her entry to. Her only clue of the reason of her stay in the mansion was a photograph of her father holding her as a child. It wasn't much help. Where else could she find her answer? She doubted she would get much from the brothers. Maybe Akira knew…?
She contemplated on her option of asking the sister. Akira seemed like the most reasonable one out of the siblings, and the fact that she didn't appear to hold any interest in Yui's blood made her more approachable in the blonde's eyes.
"What are you doing?" Yui nearly jumped at the sound of Ayato's voice. She abruptly turned to him, fear and surprise coursing through her. Ayato sat on the desk chair, backwards, arms crossed on the rail of the seat.
"W—Why are you here?" Yui asked nervously.
"I can go wherever I want to." Ayato answered with an arrogant smirk, "Now, let me suck your blood."
"I—I was about to go have a bath." Yui reasoned timidly, hoping it was enough for him to leave her be, and attempted to walk away. Her escape was futile, however, as Ayato grabbed her wrist and pulled her against him. Her mind flashed to the scene between Akira and Shuu at dinner, and couldn't help but wonder if all the brothers were as intimate with her.
Ayato licked at her exposed collarbone, ignoring her struggles.
"Ayato-kun… I've been feeling faint…"
"Shut up." Ayato orders, before sinking his fangs into her flesh and began sucking her blood, "Oi, stop making it sound like it feels good." He said upon hearing Yui's whimpers.
"B—But, Akira-san…" Yui began weakly, effectively stopping Ayato, making him pause in his feeding, "Earlier, she and Shuu-san… Is that normal…?" she stammered, unsure how to phrase her question without offending the redheaded male. After all, if they had Akira, why did they insist on messing with her?
"Eh? Why are you so interested in Akira?" Ayato snapped, his mood immediately turning sour at the reminder. It was bad enough that he had to share Akira with the rest of his brothers. Now that Yui was here, his older sister's attention had been divided to one more person. It pissed him off, and he was intent on making the little bride pay. He gripped her wrist tighter, "Don't move." And plunged his fangs just above her left breast, pleased at hearing her small cries of pain, "That's it… feel more pain…"
After a few more gulps, Ayato pulled away, "I'll save the rest for after your bath. I wouldn't want to suck you now and have to deal with you fainting." He leaned down to whisper harshly in Yui's ear, "And make it quick, because if you make me wait… you know what will happen."
Yui continued to stand there, quivering in fear even after Ayato had teleported out of her room.
Later, Yui stood in front of the mirror, examining the marks that Ayato had left on her collar and chest in dismay. Suddenly, she heard a splash. Yui whipped around to find Shuu laying in the bathtub, still fully clothed, though his grey sweater was only hanging off one arm. "What… Shuu-san?"
"Keep it down… Not so loud." Shuu replied lazily, not even bothering to open his eyes, "I'm just having a bath, that's all."
"But you're still dressed." Yui responded unsurely, not quite knowing how to react in this situation.
"Okay, then undress me." Shuu replied, not skipping a beat, "Didn't you come in here hoping to see me naked?"
"Y—You're wrong! Don't even suggest such a thing!" Yui instantly protested, "I came in here to have a bath."
Shuu opened his eyes to look at her, and for the first time, Yui could see a smirk appear on Shuu's face, "Want to join me?"
"Why would I want to do that?!"
"You're blushing, you know." Shuu commented, but then his smirk dropped, "I feel so tired." And closed his eyes again to continue his nap.
"You're all siblings, so I wonder why you're all so different." Yui pondered out loud as she stared down from the blonde. She could see the resemblance between some of them, but only in appearances. Their personalities couldn't vary more than they already do.
"We have different mothers." Shuu answered with a sigh, to which Yui responded with a curious 'What?'. A short silence followed until Shuu continued, "Reiji, Akira, and I are from the same mother…and the Ayato, Kanato, and Laito triplets…are from another mother."
"I didn't know." Yui said softly, "What about Subaru-kun?"
Shuu slowly sank into the tub as he answered, "He's also from another mother." Before he was fully submerged in the water, Yui grabbed his hand, shouting his name in panic. Shuu inhaled sharply, blue eyes widening as a memory came crashing.
A boy, the same age as Shuu, held his hand out to him with a smile.
Then, black smoke rose up as large flames danced angrily, consuming the entire village in its wake, leaving nothing—and no one—unscathed. A young Shuu watched in despair as his friend's home was burned to the ground, him along with it. "Edgar…"
"Shuu-nii…" a small hand held his in a reassuring gesture, and Shuu intertwined their fingers as he sought comfort, "It's going to be okay…"
"Shuu-san…!"
Shuu snapped out of his memory to notice how hard he was gripping Yui's hand, almost enough to break it. A sharp tug forward brought Yui into the tub with him with a large 'splash'. Dread rose in Yui's chest, knowing what was about to happen. "Let me drink your blood." said Shuu.
Shuu held the back of her neck and pulled her closer, smirking when he noticed the red marks down Yui's front, "Did Ayato do that? He's such a possessive freak." Then again, so was Akira. However, the eldest brother found his sister's possessiveness over them extremely endearing.
"I thought you… I thought you were different." Yui whimpered, "Why?"
"Make no mistake. I am a vampire." Shuu stated dryly, "I will show you a whole new world." He embedded his fangs into Yui's shoulder, causing the blonde girl to wince in pain.
Akira-san, please… help me… Yui pleaded for the female Sakamaki to appear, hoping that her presence would be enough to stop the brother from feeding on her.
"Your blood is so hot." Shuu whispered, "You're getting excited. What a dirty girl you are."
"N—No…" Yui protested.
"I know why you came to live with us now." Shuu said with a slight grin, "Your blood is of the finest quality." That was a lie, of course. No one really knew why she was sent to them. Akira had her suspicions, but Shuu knew she would never give any of them a straight answer. The brothers knew how much she adored her games; toying with others—mostly the brides—was one of her favorite pastimes. He knew she detested them, and he took great pleasure in witnessing her break them.
But as of late, it was hard not to notice her increasing fascination with Yui. Akira treated the blonde bride like a riddle to be solved, a puzzle to be pieced, and a pawn to be moved across a chess board. She tended to Yui more than any of the previous brides that had stepped through their doors, and what's more is that Yui seemed to cling onto Akira like a lost child. It annoyed Shuu to no end.
They were vampires. They were made to drink blood. They were sadistic and cruel.
Yui was ignorant to think that he or Akira were any different. They were just as bad as the rest of the brothers, but Akira knew how to hide it better, and Shuu simply couldn't be bothered.
"Think twice before you reach out to me again." Shuu threatened the girl in his hold. If anyone had the right to touch him, it was Akira, and no one else. That was absolute. "Never forget."
What on earth was he doing near the mansion grounds? Akira strode down the hallway, deep in thought. Sensing her uncle so close to their home only spelled trouble. None of the siblings wanted anything to do with the traitorous man, neither did he care much about them. So why does he keep coming back? It must have something to do with Miss Yui.
Akira paused just outside the game room as she heard her brothers argue. Upon entering, she was greeted by the sight of Ayato glaring at Shuu along with Reiji, Laito smiling imply at the scene and Yui standing by worriedly.
"What is going on here?" she demanded.
"Shuu bit chichinashi!" Ayato proclaimed angrily as he pointed at the blonde male laying on the couch, "The human is Ore-sama's property; he can't have her!"
"I could care less about her." Shuu retorted, not moving an inch, "So be quiet and let me sleep."
"I thought you might say something of the sort." Reiji began condescendingly, "He shrinks back from any challenge. If you look up 'spineless' in the dictionary… you will find a photo of him beside it." Akira glanced at her older brother sharply as he spoke, "He can't do anything without help. Good-for-nothing-deadbeat,"
"That's enough, Reiji." Akira's tone caused three of the brothers and Yui to stiffen, while Shuu laid on the couch, seemingly unaffected.
He slowly sat up with an irritated look, "Ayato, I'll play your game."
Akira couldn't fathom why Ayato chose to challenge Shuu to a game of darts, of all things. Moments later, Shuu stood in front of the dart board, getting ready to throw his last dart. He had nailed two shots, earning him forty points. Akira and Reiji settled themselves on the couch that Shuu had previously occupied, ad Ayato leaned against the pool table.
"If Shuu nails this last shot… that means you'll belong to him, Bitch-chan~" Laito teased Yui. He kept a firm hold on the bride's shoulders to keep her from running away, "Now, now. Prizes need to stay still."
One last throw of the dart, and Ayato cursed as Shuu won their game. Yet, he didn't seem the least bit interested in claiming Yui as his personal blood bag. Laito pushed the blonde girl forward, causing her to bump into Shuu's back. Everyone was silent as Shuu slowly turned to look at her, and Yui held her breath in trepidation, while Akira merely watched curiously as she awaited her brother's reaction.
Shuu painfully grasped Yui's chin and shifted her head to the side to bare her neck, "To me, mortals are just preys to feed on, as you've already found out." He leaned closer to whisper viciously in her ear, "Don't even dream… of messing with me."
Shuu met Akira's eyes over Yui's shoulder, heat coursing through the eldest's body at the predatory look in her eyes, and Akira quirked an eyebrow in challenge. Releasing his hold on the frail bride, Shuu strode over to the two on the couch. He placed his fingers under Akira's chin and tilted her face upwards, but before their lips could meet, Ayato tugged Akira put of the Shuu's grasp and encased her in his arms.
Furious growls echoed in the room as Reiji and Ayato stared daggers at the eldest. Laito was still smiling, though the way his eyes narrowed gave him away. Their reactions confirmed Yui's impression on their relationship.
"Tainting Akira with such filthy hands…" Reiji scowled, narrowed eyes clearly conveying his distaste.
Shuu merely smirked at Ayato, "I am simply claiming my prize. Like I said, I don't want the girl."
Ayato glowered, "Don't touch what belongs to Ore-sama!"
The female Sakamaki, who had simply remained limp in Ayato's hold, was caught between breaking up the fight or unleashing her wrath on the brothers for manhandling her and treating her like property.
She sighed tiredly, What a troublesome bunch…
Later that night, Akira teleported back to her room, somewhat drained by the earlier events. Yet, it seemed that someone had decided to claim her bed first. Akira was not entirely surprised to find Shuu laying on her comforters, apparently asleep. He had one hand behind his head and the other resting across his stomach, and Akira's enhanced hearing could distinctly make out Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata emanating from his earphones.
Akira did not hesitate to approach, crawling on top of Shuu's motionless form and straddled his waist, feeling him twitch slightly beneath her. She leaned down to press a kiss on his forehead, his cheek, his jaw, down to the hollow of his neck, nipping and licking at the expanse of skin. Suddenly, she paused, taking in his scent. Shuu's breath caught in his throat as Akira's hands travelled up to his shoulders, gripping them tightly, and grinded her hips down on his.
Shuu moaned and opened his eyes, which began to cloud in lust, "Akira…" he breathed.
"You smell like her." Was all Akira said, sapphire eyes narrowing, "I don't like it."
"Are you jealous, Imouto?" Shuu asked, a smirk on his face.
Akira smiled wickedly, her fangs glinting, "Jealous…? No. There's a difference to being envious of others, and disliking those who touch what is mine. Being jealous would imply that I have no claim on you." Her lips brushed against Shuu's, sending shivers of arousal down his spine, "And you're mine. Aren't you, Shuu-nii-san?" she whispered sultrily before finally planting her lips on his.
Shuu wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, the other reaching up to tangle themselves in her silky locks. Akira hummed in pleasure as she felt the hard bulge grow beneath her, and bit down harshly on Shuu's bottom lip, drawing blood. She flicked her tongue out to lap at the bloom of red, barely holding back a moan at the sickeningly sweet taste that exploded in her mouth.
Shuu smirked, his hand drifting from Akira's hair to the back of her head, keeping her close to lick teasingly at her bottom lip, "I'm all yours," the elder sibling agreed, his arousal painfully obvious now as it tented his pants.
Akira chuckled malevolently, one hand closing around Shuu's neck and squeezing slightly—she liked to pretend that it inconvenienced him even if it didn't—and she hissed, "And it would do you well to remember that, Onii-san." She curled her fingers around Shuu's jugular and digging her nails into the skin, not enough to pierce, but enough to leave crescent marks that were only noticeable if you looked hard enough.
"Mmh. You're going to have to punish me then."
At that, Akira felt her own spark of arousal, a slow burn starting in the pit of her stomach that wound its way around her entire being—if her heart could still beat, it would be thudding painfully in her chest to the point of bursting.
She grabbed the collar of Shuu's sweater and purred, "Clothes off. Now." She ordered, sitting up long enough for him to comply, and Shuu did just that, shrugging off his top layers until the pale expanse of his chest was all there was to see. Shuu wasn't built like your typical Adonis, he wasn't particularly muscled—more on the lean side, narrow.
"First though, I want her scent off you." Akira said, lifting her wrist to her mouth and sinking her fangs in deep, sucking to get the blood flowing. Once it was steadily leaking, she let it drip down Shuu's chest, from the slope of his collarbone and sternum to his flat stomach, down to the twin dips of his hips leading down to the other's throbbing erection. She pressed the still bleeding appendage against Shuu's mouth, smirking in satisfaction when he eagerly lapped it up.
Shuu groaned aloud at the taste of her. Akira's blood was just as delicious as the sacrificial bride's, but there was a difference between them. Akira was not their blood bag. Her blood was more than a heavenly treat; it filled the void within them, washing away the poison in their veins. She was special to them.
Akira pulled her hand away and wiped at the corner of Shuu's mouth delicately with her thumb, bringing the finger to her own mouth and curling her tongue around it. It caused her brother to buck up against her, and she tutted disapprovingly. "Now, now... none of that. You're being punished."
Akira leaned down and began mouthing at Shuu's chest, nipping on the parts her blood had stained, leaving behind a trail of puckered flesh. Her hands clawed at Shuu's sides, blunt tipped fingers doing their best to find purchase on the smooth surface of the other's skin—to leave her marks on him, her claim—before they rested on the others pants, her mouth now red and just a few inches from where her brother's member stood, hard and twitching.
"So eager for me, Shuu-nii."
"Always, Imouto."
Akira rewarded her brother by taking a generous mouthful of his length. Shuu, even through the fabric of his pants and boxers, felt the wet heat of his little sister's mouth, and he let out a groan, grabbing a handful of his sister's hair.
Akira skillfully wrapped her lips around the button of Shuu's pants then, using her teeth to undo them before biting down on the zip of his fly, pulling it down slowly. Shuu grunted in frustration at her deliberate attempts to leave him wanting.
The younger sibling then pulled away, clawing at Shuu's navel and dragging down until she could slip her hand beneath the tight band of the other's boxers, closing her fingers around Shuu's twitching length.
Akira tightened her grasp to a point where it was surely painful, watching in sadistic delight as her brother's face flinched and contorted at the contact. She could tell that Shuu was fighting hard to hold back his whimpers, and it made her giggle, full of glee at having reduced her darling brother into such a mess.
She tugged once, twice, meaningfully slow and tight, stopping her ministrations every time Shuu tried to drive his length into her hand. It was a fun game to play—and watching Shuu's mounting aggravation only made it ten times more enjoyable.
Akira pulled her brother's member out of his constricting boxers after a low growl of warning from the elder, then bent down to place a kiss on the head, flicking her tongue out to taste a bit of the precum that had already started leaking.
At Shuu's low moan, Akira wrapped her lips around the tip, rolling her tongue around the twitching length and tracing the raised veins that pulsed with his desire, scraping her teeth against the skin every time she pulled away. She hollowed her cheeks every time she sucked, hands clamped on either side of Shuu's hips to minimize his ability to fuck into her mouth. Akira took Shuu's length fully after a few good mouthfuls of it, all down to the base, then started clamping her mouth shut, teeth no doubt digging painfully into the other's swollen flesh.
"Ngh… A—Akira…" Shuu then tugged hard on his younger sister's hair, panting with the almost desperate need to fuck now. He swore he could feel the smirk that formed on Akira's lips. Shuu tugged at her hair again slightly and growled, his mind addled and a bit crazed with lust, turning his voice into a low hum, "Enough games,"
Akira noted the change in her brother's demeanor and promptly slid off of him, guiding his hands over her breasts and biting her lip when he kneaded them, her senses alight with the way Shuu kept trying to move his hips for friction. She let her older brother take lead then, flinging her onto her back as she opened her legs to accommodate him, tilting her head back as her wrists were pinned on either side of her head.
She let out a delighted gasp when Shuu ravaged her neck with bruising kisses, his breath hot and humid as his lips ghosted over her skin, seeking for her favorite spot. When he found it, Akira couldn't help but tug Shuu closer by his hair, legs wrapping around his tapered waist and guiding it to grind down between her legs, "S—Shuu-nii... clothes…."
They both managed to remove the rest of their clothes through the almost primal need to fuck, throwing the different articles around the room without a care on where they landed. When they were both bare, Akira laid on her back again, Shuu immediately taking residence between her thighs. He ran his hands along the span of them, rubbing his length along the wetness gathered between his sister's legs and groaned at the feel of it slicking his shaft.
Akira held back a groan as well, lifting her legs and locking them by the ankles behind the small of Shuu's back, "Take me already, Shuu."
Shuu growled as he brushed his lips against Akira's again. Shuu grinned, grinding his hips down once and humming. "Gladly." He shifted between Akira's legs and rubbed the tip of his member along the lip of the other's wet entrance and slid inside.
He shuddered at how tight Akira was and how she coiled even harder around him. But what was most delightful of all was Akira's pinched yelp of surprise. Something about being the one to make his sister scream made Shuu's gut twist.
Akira tensed up entirely, letting out another strained cry. Shuu pulled back to the tip and rammed back in. Akira moaned and reached around her brother's shoulders, "That's a good eager boy. Keep going, Shuu-nii."
The other rocked his hips hard, spurred on by Akira's words and taunting. The beast in him was just loving this. He closed his eyes for a moment, then let out a cry of delighted pain when the skin of his shoulders tore from Akira's scratching.
"Akira..." He groaned, pressing his face on the swell of Akira's breasts, running his fangs on them.
"Fuck me harder," Akira hissed. She felt another slither between her thighs, the head of Shuu's rock hard erection pulling back before nudging into her quim again as it sought blindly.
Shuu started a slow pace when Akira whimpered, then gradually, he rutted in faster, spearing madly into his lovely sister so hard he felt his conscious mind drift a bit and another part of him, a part he didn't often show—took over and fucked like an animal.
Akira's high-pitched moans became a constant sound between them, and soon, the noise of sex filled the room—skin slapping wetly against skin, Akira's gasps and whimpers, and Shuu's own grunts of absolute pleasure.
Akira swallowed, spasmed, moaned, so close to her climax. She was no longer thinking clearly, just marveling at all the pleasure she felt and sighing out wordless pleas for more.
Shuu felt she was about peak for some minutes now, her body eagerly meeting his while he held his own climax in check—but Shuu knew he wouldn't last. Neither of them would. They were raw and fucked out—and Shuu threw his head back and sucked in a big breath when he finally came.
The smell was what drove Akira to her own peak. The smell of Shuu's essence and her own—the scent of their coupling permeating through the entire room. It surged through her senses with each intake of air.
When they finally came down from the high, Shuu slumped onto Akira and sighed contentedly, engulfing her in his arms. Akira huffed and ran her fingers through her brother's hair, breathing him in as she felt Shuu's member soften inside her.
She smiled as their mingled scents lingered, and no trace of the bride's, "Mine."
Omake ~
The rest of the brothers remained in their rooms, irritation building up as they tried to block out the sounds of their eldest brother and sister's lovemaking, at the same time, their arousal growing upon hearing Akira's moans and whimpers.
Ayato huffed as he settled uncomfortably in his iron maiden, "Damn Shuu, taking what belongs to Ore-sama."
"Tch, I can't take all of this noise. It's disturbing my sleep." Subaru growled with a slight flush to his cheeks.
Kanato hugged his Teddy tighter, for once, pushing away his tray of sweets, "Ne Teddy, the sounds they make are disgusting." He scrunched his eyes closed, "MAKE IT STOP!"
Laito was leaning against his bedroom door, blushing heavily as he listened to his sister's cries, "Ah~ Such sweet sounds~…" He closed his eyes as his mind drifted to more impure thoughts.
"That good-for-nothing, soiling Akira with his filthy hands…" Reiji's eyes narrowed as he set down the vials he had been holding, and pinched the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh, "At least they had the decency to do it in their private quarters."
*Baka – Idiot
*Onii-san – older brother
*Onee-chan - older sister
*Ore-sama - Yours Truly
*chichinashi - pancake/flat-chested
*Imouto - little sister
*Omake – extra or bonus
I hope you all liked it. Please review and tell me what you think!
~Cassandra