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Yui yawned softly as she walked from her homeroom to the library. She had a double free class this evening and had decided it would be best spent in the library studying – her teacher thankfully hadn't objected. She couldn't understand why she was still so tired. She had been sleeping remarkable well recently. Maybe getting up during the evening to go to school at night was finally taking its toll on her. Yui yawned once more as she looked out the window. The sight made her stop in her tracks.
A full moon.
She swallowed nervously and hurried to the library. Everyone else was still in class – with maybe the exception of Shu. Even with a full moon she would be okay. Or at least, that's all she could hope for. She just needed to hide out in the library and avoid the brothers once she returned home. Ayato especially. Yui had to admit she did feel guilty for denying him her blood. This silent protest had been dragging on for weeks now. Meaning that Ayato hadn't had any of her blood the entire duration of the protest either. She wasn't sure how long vampires could go without blood before things started turning drastically horrific, but he seemed to be fine aside from incredibly angry. If anything, she seemed to be more affected by her own guilt than he did from lack of blood. Yui couldn't help but wonder if that was perhaps because he may have another… blood supply. But the thought sent a jolt of emotion through her that she refused to acknowledge.
No, she thought with a miserable resolve. He fully deserves this and more. However that thought shocked her deeply. What was happening to her recently? She suddenly felt very scared. The notion of vampires, blood sucking and Ayato seemed so trivial. She felt as though she was losing parts of her that made her, her. I must be forgiving. Father would be so disappointed if I wasn't forgiving. Yui took a deep breath and tried to reason with herself, but despite her best efforts she couldn't find it in her heart to forgive him yet. How could she possibly forgive him? Not after how he treated Natsumi.
Yui finally made it to the library and found a secluded corner that she could settle into. She was surprised at how empty the library was tonight; from where she was sitting she could only see one other student. Said student paid her little attention, gazing up lazily to see who it was before returning to his book. Shrugging, she pulled out Lena's journal and opened it, flicking it to the next entry.
'Monday, 22nd of October, 2012.
It took me nearly two days to get to this place. I knew it was going to be a long flight, but that was torture. Even thinking about it now was making me feel ill. If I was ever hesitant about not returning home to England, the thought of flying back home would be enough to make me stay in Japan. The only benefit was that I got a lot of studying done on the plane. I wouldn't say it greatly improved my Japanese – but perhaps just enough to mean I would be able to understand school and the host family I would be living with. I could only hope this host family had an awful lot of patience.
I ended up falling asleep in the car that was sent to pick me up. It didn't seem like any loss as the driver said nothing to me other than to confirm I was Helena Cunningham. I had no idea how long we were driving for, I was sure I had slept for a good few hours and even after I woke up it took another hour. Everything was making me feel progressively sicker. The air here was completely different than from England and made me cough more than I liked. The buildings were huge and everything just seemed much brighter and more advanced compared to England. Even seeing everything written in Japanese was making me feel light-headed. I don't know if I can adjust to this. I sighed as I collapsed against the plush leather seat. At least I had freedom here. I had no doubt Grandmother was keeping tabs on me somehow while I was out here - but at least I wasn't with her. I just hoped Violet would be alright, she would really need to up her lying skills if she really wanted to get away with anything. Poor Violet. Sure I was glad to leave, but I left my baby sister behind with that disgusting old woman. No doubt by the time I returned I would find I would have to play the bridesmaid at Vi's wedding. Grandmother seemed all too keen to get rid of us.
Soon the car came to a stop and the driver opened the door for me before I even had a chance to, handing me my luggage and driving away without a single word. But I was too shocked to even notice the movements of the car. This is where I would be living? I smile broke out on my face. This place was beautiful! Not to mention huge. But certainly beautiful. Grandmother's estate was one thing, but this, this place was positively gorgeous. I pushed open the huge wrought iron gates and walked inside. There were roses everywhere giving the air a sweet smell – it was certainly easier to breathe than the air at the airport. I looked about the place. It was all so beautiful! Just like out of a fairy-tale, the old looking mansion with ivy crawling up the old weathered bricks, the endless sea of roses, the wonderful quiet and serene countryside… It just seemed so perfect! I couldn't help but wonder how far away from the city this house was. It was nice to live in the country. I took a deep breath and smiled, walking towards the huge doors.
I had barely knocked on the door when it opened with a soft creak. I peered inside the dimly lit hallway and found a young man who appeared to be waiting for me. Oh my, wasn't he was a looker? He had dark hair and dark pink eyes, nearly hidden behind his glasses. Even though he was sitting on the couch it was easy to see that he was tall, probably considerably taller than me. He pushed his glasses up his nose as he continued to read the book on his lap. His eyes fell on me as I walked in the door and I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine. His eyes seemed to have the same naturally reprimanding and disappointed gaze that Grandmother did. How very wonderful. "You must be Helena." He said, setting the book aside and walking towards me. Oh wow, okay, Japanese already. I really should have expected this, and yet it still took me utterly by surprise. I smiled at him weakly, attempting to cover up my nervousness. "Please call me Lena, it's a pleasure to meet you." He frowned and sighed, which caught me by surprise. Had I not understood him properly? Before he could comment, another boy suddenly appeared next to him. Wow, wait, where did he come from?
"Ah, this is her?" He asked slowly, his breath-taking blue eyes rolling down my body for a moment. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed under the pretty blonde's scrutinising gaze. I knew I was fairly pretty, but he was making me doubt that completely by his lack of emotion. "It would appear so." The original dark haired boy commented, his frown still firmly in place.
"I see." The blonde murmured, seemingly losing all interest and collapsing onto the coach the dark haired boy had previously been occupying. He closed his eyes and – wait, was he asleep already? How could anyone fall asleep so quickly? "Reiji, who's this?" Another voice suddenly asked, making me spin around. Behind me was a younger looking boy with purple hair and looking as though he needed a good night's sleep. He was the same height as me, and yet he gave off an intimidating vibe completely different from the other two boys. He was clutching a teddy bear to his chest tightly as though someone was about to grab the bear from him. "I'm Lena." I said quickly, smiling at him. "Who's this?" I asked, gesturing to the bear. "None of your business." He responded coldly, going to stand next to the dark haired boy otherwise known as Reiji. I looked at him in surprise. That had been unnecessarily rude – I had literally only just gotten here, he could have been a little kinder considering the circumstances. I suppressed a sigh.
"Is Kanato being annoying again?" Yet another voice asked. I looked up and coming down the stairs was another very, very handsome young man. He had dark red hair and almost glowing green eyes. He had a prominent smirk across his face that just seemed to suit him all too well. "I am never annoying, you stupid-!" The younger boy, or Kanato was quickly cut off by the scoff of the red haired boy. "Don't argue with Yours Truly!" Yours Truly smirked down at Kanato. In return the purple haired boy gritted his teeth and balled up his fists in anger. My eyes flittered in confusion between the four boys. I was slowly beginning to believe this was heaven and hell wrapped up in one. I mean, they were all mouth-watering, and yet… there was something a little unsettling about them. Not to mention this was nearly impossible to keep up with. They were all talking so fast. I should have expected this sure, but it was already giving me a headache.
It looked as though Kanato was about to yell some more when another voice ran through the hallway. "Ahhh, this is the new girl, hmm?" the voice sang, frighteningly close to my ear. I jumped to the side and my eyes widened in surprise. He was gorgeous, oh wow, no he was absolutely breath-taking. He looked quite similar to the red head currently bickering with Kanato. He just smirked at my reaction and chuckled lightly. "She should be very entertaining, don't you think?" He was addressing the other red head. I'm assuming they were brothers considering how they almost looked identical.
"Why is everyone being so damn noisy?!" Another voice?! You have got to be joking. How many people lived here? Thinking about it, this house was huge I wouldn't be surprised if a small village lived within these walls. Appearing out of nowhere as the others seemed to have, came yet another very beautiful young man. He had starling white hair and pink eyes that … were glaring at me? What was with that? I literally just got here how could I have pissed him off?
"Subaru, don't be so loud, you'll scare her!" One of the red heads chided lightly, but I wasn't quite sure which one. Either way, I couldn't help but feel it sounded faintly sarcastic. Subaru growled and punched the wall. I could only stare in horror. Why the hell did he just do that? Reiji just sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'll have to fix that." He murmured as Subaru stormed off. I had a funny feeling I wasn't going to get along well with Subaru.
"Come with me Helena, your Japanese is severely lacking." Reiji commented, gesturing for me to follow him. I couldn't felt but feel annoyed at the comment. Of course I wasn't going to be good at this language, I've only been learning it for a few years! I followed him nevertheless to what I assumed to be his room. He gestured for me to sit which I did reluctantly. Considering I had just gotten here and was severely jet-lagged, I thought I was doing a pretty good job with the Japanese. But I guess I just need to grin and bear it for the time being.
He sat across from me. "Your name is Helena Cunningham, yes?" He confirmed, his eyes scrutinising me even now. "Lena, but yes, that's my name." he frowned again. "Your pronunciation is weak." I couldn't help but frown in return. "It hardly seems fair that you're criticising me this much! I only just arrived here, I'm tired and hungry and this has hardly been the warmest of welcomes." I retaliated. His eyes seemed to grow colder, so evidently I had pronounced everything right. At least that was a promising sign. I couldn't help but think that maybe this was Grandmother's friend. He seemed to have to same knack for manners and proper behaviour that Grandmother did. Maybe this is what she meant by she would still be able to supervise me. I could feel the tension in my shoulders beginning to twinge. I had a feeling I wouldn't be getting along too well with this Reiji guy either. This wasn't the most optimistic of beginnings.
"Your Grandmother has asked me to help you throughout your stay. Therefore I will be helping you with your etiquette, manners and language. You seem to have a good understanding thus far, but your pronunciation is quite deplorable." He explained. I could only swallow and run a hand through my hair. Oh wow, this was going to be one hell of a year. I took a deep breath in. "So you're my grandmother's friend?" He raised an eyebrow. "Of course not you foolish girl, that man, who happens to be your grandmother's friend instructed me to do this." He explained. Yeah, I definitely wasn't going to get along with him.
"I'll get better within a few days. I've never spoken Japanese with someone who was Japanese." I began to explain. He nodded, looking for something on his shelf. "So… where is the man that my grandmother is friends with? I assumed I would be living with him." I wasn't entirely sure what Reiji's problem was with him, but clearly I was stepping on dangerous ground here. "He doesn't reside here thankfully. But we are his children." I blinked at him owlishly. Surely I had heard that wrong, this Japanese lark was a little too difficult. "Children?" I repeated unsurely. He nodded. "Your pronunciation is already improving. But yes, the six of us are all his children." That made them all siblings. I was living with six brothers? Well I couldn't complain about that. Even this guy with a stick shoved up his ass was mesmerising. I felt my fingers twitch slightly as I wanted to almost instinctively reach out and touch him; just to see if that skin was as smooth as it looked.
He handed me a book he had pulled off one of the top shelves of the bookcase. I tipped my head to the side when I read the cover. "So… Et… Manners?" I raised an eyebrow. "Sophisticated Etiquette and Manners of the Aristocrat Society." He filled in for me. I gawked at it slightly. It was huge. Not to mention that the title already sounded suffocating. Who would write something like this? It must have been decades old, no probably centuries! What was Reiji doing with something like this?
"To meet the requirements of your grandmother, it would be in your best interests to come to me every morning after school so that I can teach you all you're expected to know." I nodded numbly, feeling my headache worsening. But wait - had I misinterpreted that sentence? Every morning after school? Are the words after and before very similar in Japanese?
He seemed to be able to read the confusion flittering across my face. "Oh yes, I forgot to mention, the school you will be attending is a night school." I just nodded again, trying to swallow all this information. "Okay… If you don't mind, can you show me to my room? I'm incredibly tired and all… all this is very hard to take in." I said softly. I'm not sure what he spoke in response, the words flew right above my head. But I could have sworn it was something along the lines of a useless… something-something-something. This was going to be difficult. Nevertheless he showed me to the pale pink room that would be mine for the year.
I dropped my bags onto the bed and let out a long sigh. This room was really, really pink. I had no objections to the colour, it just seemed like everything was this colour. I'm assuming they had no sisters in that case – they probably didn't know how to live with girls. Or decorate for them.
Biting back a groan, I stretched my arms above my head, hearing my shoulders click. I unpacked my things as quickly as I could, stuffing things haphazardly into drawers and the cupboard, I was much too tired to sort it out now, I could do so properly in the morning. I collapsed into bed and I thought I would fall asleep straight away given the amount of travelling I had done over the past couple of days and yet, all I could hear were those brothers messing about downstairs somewhere. By the sound of it, they were playing some game – darts, I think, I couldn't understand exactly what they were saying. I guess I should have expected this. They go to night school, it would only seem natural for them then to be active during the night and sleep during the day. What was with that, why would anyone choose to do that? It was so unnatural to get up at night. By the time I got used to that it would be time for me to leave for England again. I sighed again, pulling the blanket over my head. Grandmother might have told me it was a night school – that would be the least she could warn me about after sending me all the way here. Instead her parting words were; "Don't forget you are a Cunningham, it's about time you began acting like one."
What a charming old woman.
She should have warned me about who I would be living with. She really had told me absolutely nothing about this. I made the assumption my host family would be Grandmother's friend and whatever family he may have had – not just his six sons.
Speaking of which, what was with them? They were all breathtakingly beautiful. I don't think I had ever seen guys that gorgeous. Mason was one thing, but these boys took it to a whole new level. Even the thought of that bastard left a bitter taste in my mouth. Some guys were delightful pricks. Then again, these brothers didn't really appear to be any better than Mason. Dare I say they might be worse? Reiji was exactly like Grandmother, which was bad enough in itself if I was going to have to etiquette lessons from him. Kanato was cute, albeit a little scary. Why did he carry that bear around? How young exactly was he? He could really use some sleep too. But he seems to have a surprisingly rotten personality given how adorable he appears. Not that the two red heads seem any better. Yours Truly was as arrogant as they came, and the other guy, although mesmerizingly beautiful, enchanting even, just got way too into my personal space. I could feel him breathing down my neck. Then there was Subaru, who punched a hole through the wall. How could he do that and not show even the tiniest twinge of pain? I could very distinctly remember Mason pinning me to a wall before when we had gotten into an argument and that had really hurt. It had earned him a slap and a well-placed kick to the balls. We obviously didn't even dent the walls, so I didn't know how Subaru could have the strength to do that, he certainly didn't look strong enough to do it. At least the lazy blonde seemed normal. Although I say seemed quite loosely. I didn't like the odds of one in six being normal. It was a pity really, I was such a sucker for a pretty face.
I sighed heavily. I clearly was thinking much too deeply about this. Of course they all seemed a little strange. I was severely jet-lagged and they were brought up in an entire different culture with different customs than I was. Everything will be a little odd to begin with.
Eventually I managed to tune out their voices downstairs and fall into a dreamless sleep.
I woke up that Sunday morning with the rays of the sun hitting my face. I had completely forgotten to close the curtains. With a soft groan I rolled over and opened my eyes, waiting impatiently as they blearily adjusted. The sight that fell before my eyes left me shell-shocked. About an inch away from my nose was another nose. There was someone in my bed.
There was someone in my bed!
Panic bolted through me like lightening and I could barely keep myself from screaming bloody murder at him. I looked down at myself quickly. I was stilled dressed as I was yesterday, which was a good sign, but that didn't explain why there was one of the really hot brothers in my bed. As I tried to comprehend the situation, I propped myself up on one elbow, only to notice then that there was a dull weight on my waist. I looked down. An arm. Right. There was a stranger in my room, sleeping on my bed with his arms wrapped around me. I didn't know a lot about Japan, but I can't imagine this being a normal custom.
Very, very slowly I slipped out of the hold of the boy next to me and skipped over to the window to drag the curtains shut. I cautiously approached the bed. I hadn't the faintest idea what I should do. I had no idea where the rest of the rooms where in this huge house, and the rest of the brothers were probably asleep. But what was I supposed to do? I couldn't just sleep next to some guy I didn't know! I frowned and ran a hand through my curls. This was definitely not how I envisioned spending my first day here.
I sat at the edge of the bed, careful not to wake him and sighed deeply. My life would be significantly reduced if they kept surprising me like this – my poor heart wouldn't be able to stand shocks such as this one. Then again, if they kept appearing in my bed, their lives would also be significantly reduced.
Suddenly I felt fingers ghost my hip before I was hurtled back into the soft mattress. I yelped as I stared into the lustful eyes of the boy who was hovering above me. "Good morning Bitch-chan." He sang, looking at me appraisingly. I raised an eyebrow. Bitch-chan? "Good morning indeed! What are you doing in my bed?" Especially when I'm sure I locked the door last night. He smirked down at me. "I wanted to get to know you better." He said, as though that explained everything. I stared up at him doubtfully. "And you thought sleeping in my bed would allow you to know anything?" He chuckled lightly and his fingertips grazed my cheek. This was really odd. I didn't know him, and he didn't know me, and yet here he was hovering above me, casually caressing my cheek. Worse still, I was letting him. Stupid pretty boy.
"Well, it allowed me to see that Bitch-chan has very, very dirty dreams. Were they about me? Naughty, naughty Bitch-chan! We've only just met and you're dreaming about me?" I was almost certain I didn't fully comprehend what he was saying. "H-How can I dream of someone I don't know the name of?" I demanded, deciding it best not to question if he had really said what I thought he had said. "Raito." He purred as he leaned down to bury his nose in my hair. "You smell sweet." His voice was slightly muffled. I shivered slightly before I pushed roughly against his shoulder. It clearly took him by surprise as I pushed him onto his back and straddle his hips with almost no effort. He gasped softly as his bright green eyes widened slightly, his face graced with an delicious combination of shock and pure, unhampered lust.
"Well, Raito, I can confirm I wasn't dreaming about you. Now if you could be so kind, please leave my room." I smiled triumphantly at him and once he regained himself from his shock, he chuckled in return, licking his lips. "I would, but someone is keeping me so lewdly pinned down." I rolled my eyes at the comment. "I would hardly call this pinned down." I waved my hands slightly, showing him just how little I was pinning him down. His hands drifted up along my legs to rest on my thighs. Raito's thumbs began to move in small circles. I couldn't help but let my smile falter slightly. Mason did this often. But I hardly had any time to think about this when suddenly our positions flipped. I gasped with wide eyes as my back hit the mattress with a dull thud. I looked up at the smirking red head and couldn't help a small blush spread against my cheeks as he comfortably settled between my legs. I could feel every inch of him pressed against me and it was making me squirm despite myself. "I guess you're right, you didn't really have me pinned." I raised an eyebrow again. "Pity, I'll try harder next time. Now get out of my room, I want to sleep some more."
He pouted, his eyes meeting mine. "Ahhhh, Bitch-chan! Let me sleep here." He purred, his fingers brushing the skin of my collar bone. "Hmm… tempting, but no." With that, I brought my knee hard across and knocked against his ribs. He let out some sort of strangled noise of surprise as he was dislodged from above me. Once he got over his surprise he laughed and stood up, smirking down at me. He reached across, lightly brushing his fingers over my curls. "You're full of surprises Bitch-chan, sleep well." I couldn't help but smile back as I watched him walk out my door. This time I made sure to definitely lock the door. I didn't need another incident like this, I don't think my heart could possibly take it.
However, the following evening proved to be so much worse. Reiji had dragged me to his room for another Japanese lesson, and warned me that I should get used to their way of living as soon as possible. Not wanting to unnecessarily antagonise Grandmother's doppelganger, I attempted to sleep just before the sun began to come up. It was a lot more difficult than I expected. The curtains did a good job keeping out all the sunlight attempting to force its way into my room, but it was incredibly disorientating. I'd wake up every few hours utterly confused and baffled. I was almost relieved when Raito waltzed into my room with a uniform bundled up in his arms saying it was time to get ready for school. It had been a challenge to get him back out of the room so I could change, but he left eventually, promising something that I couldn't understand. It made me apprehensive to say the least.
I was dreading my first day of school – but that was probably a likely story for anyone starting a new school. I couldn't stop fidgeting the in the limousine as it drove us to school – which only resulted in Reiji reprimanding me. It was bad enough starting a new school when it wasn't the start of the school year, but this was a whole new country, what was considered normal here? I couldn't even speak this language properly. What's if all my classmates were horrible people? What's if they all thought I was horrible, or some stupid, ignorant westerner? Or if they were as … quirky as these brothers? I was almost certain I was about to hyperventilate as I stepped out of the car and looked at the school. It was huge, excessively huge. Why would a school need to be this big? How many students were there here exactly? This was at least triple the size of my school.
Amidst my panicked thoughts, I noticed something on my waist. I looked up only to have Raito behind me, his arm around my waist as he pulled me to his side suddenly. "Ehh? What gives, let me go!" He just chuckled and held me closer. "Aww, but Bitch-chan, you looked so cute when you're all scared and confused." I'm almost certain I twitched. What a bloody sadist. "Of course I'm scared! This is completely new to me!" Raito guided me into the school, pointing out rooms as we passed them at random. "According to Reiji, we have classes together, and our first class today is double Home Economics!" I couldn't help but frown. One of the many things I annoyed Grandmother with is my lack of cooking abilities. Oh boy, this would not be a good way to start the day. Evening. Not a good way to start the evening.
Once we had gotten to the kitchen, the teacher introduced me to the class. There were whispers throughout the entire class and some smiles. Whether that was a good or bad sign I couldn't tell. "Now, you shall be with Sumiko." The teacher explained, nodding towards a girl who raised her hand and smiled brightly at me. I was relieved, she seemed really friendly. "Lena, right?" I smiled and nodded. "I hope we can be good friends!" I could have laughed, for all the stress I felt only moments ago and she was probably nicer than my entire class combined in England. I nodded once more at the cute girl.
Everything seemed to be going shockingly well for a change. Nothing exploded, nothing was burning and nothing had over split. I was stirring a pot on the stove when I glanced over at the rest of my class. Raito's eyes instantly caught mine.
I was mildly surprised to see girls fawning over him. Some were feeding him something which they had just cooked and others were whispering in his ear, casually touching his hands, sleeve, hat, hair, anything really. And Raito was taking it all in his stride. His glinting eyes met mine and he smirked, his eyes never leaving mine as another bit of food was spoon fed to him. I turned away from the sight wide eyed. I knew I was a little overwhelmed at the presence of such mouth-watering brothers. But that was ridiculous.
This is when I also discovered Sumiko had an incredibly good sense of humour, so when the pot I was supposed to keep at the boil suddenly overflowed and went absolutely everywhere she just burst out laughing. Our teacher wasn't quite as impressed.
"Come have lunch with me and Ayame! I know she'll just love you!" I smiled at the girl's suggestion. "Thank you, I'd love to." She smiled brightly in return and skipped out of the room, chatting to some other girls in our class. "Ahh, looks like your making friends Bitch-chan!" A voice suddenly sang in my ear, making me nearly drop the plate I was holding. I put it back on the shelf where it belonged and faced the red head. "Why'd you keep calling me that?" He ignored my question as much as I had ignored his statement. "Come on, we have English next, you should like this one."
I was grateful once the bell rung, signalling it was finally lunch. I was packing away my books when Sumiko arrived with another girl in tow. She smiled and waved. "Ready for lunch?" I finished collecting my things and followed her and her friend up to the roof. Sumiko sighed happily and stretched her arms out in-front of her as we settled on the ground. She was rather adorable. She had short dark brown hair that just about brushed her shoulders with large dark brown eyes. Her eyelashes were beautiful! I wish mine curled naturally like hers seemed to. "It's a lovely evening tonight isn't it?" She asked and her friend nodded in agreement, popping some food into her mouth. "Oh, I almost forgot! This is Ayame!"
Ayame certainly seemed a lot quieter than Sumiko. She had long black hair to her waist, and her fringe almost covered her bright hazel eyes. "Don't you find it weird getting up at night and eating during the night and just doing everything at night?" I asked them, raising an eyebrow. Sumiko gave such a confused look I thought at first I had pronounced something utterly wrong. "Hmm… I've always been in this school, it's pretty normal for me! Both my parents are politicians, they work really unusual hours." She eventually explained. Ayame nodded slowly in agreement. "I got a scholarship here; it seemed silly not to accept it." The black haired girl added and Sumiko giggled. "Ayame's super smart!" I smiled when the longer haired girl blushed darkly. "Sumi! Stop that!"
I had to admit, they were completely different from the collected, cold and refined friends I had in my old class – and I already liked these people better. Talking to them was easy, relaxing. It was a completely different atmosphere compared to the brothers.
"Lena, you live with the Sakamakis right?" Sumiko suddenly asked, catching me by surprise. "I do… Family friends." I replied hesitantly. I had already seen the way girls watched the brothers. What happened with Raito during Home-Ec seemed to be normal here. Sumiko nodded and sighed dreamily. "I would love to be in your position."
"No, you love Raito." Ayame suddenly purred, smirking at her suddenly mortified friend. Sumiko blubbered slightly, frantically looking between Ayame and me. "D-Don't say things like that! Lena will think we're only friends with her because she lives with them!" Ayame smiled apologetically at me. "You know that's not the case right?" I nodded, quite surprised that of all people, she would want Raito. Sumiko smiled sadly. "I confessed to him last Valentine's day, but he shot me down, it was something about my scent or something along those lines." She admitted, twisting a piece of hair around her finger. I gaped at her. "He said that?" She laughed sweetly, but there was still a twinge of sadness in her eyes. "Mmhm, but I'm not giving up yet!"
I couldn't help but admire her. "Are all the brothers like that?" Ayame tilted her head to one side, thinking. "They keep to themselves mainly." She began, but Sumiko began to protest. "They're just mysterious and private! People don't really know much about them. The only ones who ever seem to know anything about them are the relatives that come and stay, which is what we thought you were to begin with…" I think my shocked expression made her trail off. "Relatives?" I questioned. I hadn't heard anything about them having any other relatives aside from each other and their collective father. There hadn't even been a mention of any mother, let alone other relatives. "They have so many!" Sumiko exclaimed with an overdramatic sigh, looking at Ayame for support, who could only nod in agreement, sighing also. "Remember that one cousin, or second cousin or whoever she was? She was so cold! Masgu? Mei? Machi? I don't remember her name… But she never made any effort to make any friends, my sister thought she was really arrogant. They were in the same class." I was surprised, the brothers hadn't mentioned anything about their cousins. "And then there were those twins." Ayame added. Sumiko frowned and sighed. "They were odd!"
I glanced between the two, furrowing my eyebrows. "Are they still in the school now?" Sumiko shrugged. "They disappeared again a few months after they appeared. They went back home I suppose – Oh no, there's the bell. We have Classical Studies now. Come eat lunch with us tomorrow, kay?" I agreed with a smile, quickly hiding the complete shock I was feeling. How unusual. Cousins stayed with cousins all the time, but to uproot their entire life and start a new school, only to leave again a few months later? It seemed like an awful lot of work and stress. And paperwork.
The rest of the day passed agonisingly slowly, but I knew I spent the day grinning like an idiot. All because I made two new friends on my first day. I was acting ridiculous, but they were so sweet! I was relieved when the bell rang for the final time that night and dragged my thoughts away from my new friends. I began packing my books away for the evening when I accidentally knocked my History book off my desk. It fell to the floor with a resounding thump, and I sighed as I crouched down to pick it up. I blinked in surprise when I saw a small, neatly folded note that must have fallen out of the book. I unfolded it carefully, peering at it curiously. 'You have a beautiful smile.' It was written clearly, and I flipped the note, attempting to find a signature that didn't seem to exist. Giggling softly, I placed it into my blazer pocket and stood again, throwing the rest of my books into my bag and walking out of the classroom.
After an excruciating etiquette lesson from Reiji he finally allowed me to return to my room to begin my homework. I was grateful for it, as I was getting hungry and I really wanted to finish my homework before dinner. Although, these boys didn't seem to have a regular dinner schedule. Actually, dinner seemed to be a bit indecisive in general, it seemed like most of the time, they didn't eat at all.
With a long sigh, I settled at my desk, pulling out my Japanese homework. I figured it would be best to get the trickiest subject out of the way first, and then the rest should be relatively easy. However, even comprehending the question was proving nearly impossible. I gripped my hair at the roots as I stared dumbly at the page before me.
Suddenly hands landed on my shoulders, making me jump. I glanced over my shoulder and relaxed slightly when I was Raito. "I heard Reiji gave you a hard time in his lessons, Bitch-chan." He said sympathetically. But again, there was some sort of edge to his voice that made me doubt he was in any way actually sympatric. It was probably just my imagination. "He gave me less of a hard time than this homework is currently giving me." He began rubbing my shoulders tenderly and I couldn't help but lean into his touch. It felt nice to get those knots out of my shoulders. "Ahh you're tense Bitch-chan! I know an excellent why to relieve stress." His voice seemed to drop an octave as his fingers began to caress the skin that my jumper exposed instead of rubbing the knots out of my shoulders. His fingers trailed along my collar bones and along the column of my neck, his lips coasting the shell of my ear. "Would you like me to show you?" I chuckled lowly, I was no fool, I knew what he was implying all too clearly.
"Perhaps when I'm done my homework." I smirked dismissively, batting his hands away. He chuckled in return. "Would you like some help with that then?" I stared up at him as he leaned against the desk, smirking down at me as his entire body just seemed to ooze sex appeal. "Help me?" I repeated. It's not that he didn't seem intelligent but… Well that was exactly it actually. He didn't strike me as someone who spent a lot of time studying. Well, studying books at least. Women were another matter entirely.
He seemed to be able to see right through me as he feigned hurt. "Bitch-chan, I can help you with some silly homework!" I knew that tone, that smile. I had seen it many times before. I narrowed my eyes. "In exchange for what?"
His expression never changed, if anything, his eyes seemed to be slightly more delighted than previously – some sort of dark, wanton pleasure pooling in within them that had me captivated. "Whatever do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean." I rallied evenly, raising an eyebrow. He chuckled. "Ah clever, clever Bitch-chan! Hmmm… Well, as you're offering, I'm sure I can find something I want from you." He said slowly, his eyes purposefully trailing down my body. I gave an amused scoff in return and glanced back at my homework. He walked back behind my chair, looking over my shoulder and helping me understand what exactly I was supposed to be doing. "You're supposed to write about your feelings towards this poem." He explained, pointing to the other page containing said poem. He glanced over it himself. "Ahhh you're lucky Bitch-chan! What an erotic poem! Your Japanese class seems much more interesting than mine." He exclaimed. I raised an eyebrow, looking at him. "You could find a frog erotic." I responded flatly, my eyes returning to the poem. How could he find this erotic? I was just a man describing a woman. Typical love poem.
"How wrong you are Bitch-chan. Read it thoroughly, read how he talks about his deep love for her, so deep he can't tame his lust for her. It's absolutely unbearable..." His voice seemed to edge closer to my ear with every word and suddenly his fingers trailed down the length of my arm. I swallowed, trying to ignore the chills that rolled down my spine when his breath ghosted the skin of my neck. "He wants to do exactly this to her, touch her skin," His fingers trailed down to my hand before interlacing his fingers with mine, bringing our hands to his lips to kiss my palm lightly. I glanced over my shoulder and swallowed slightly at the sight. "He wants to kiss every inch of her skin," he continued, kissing with a deliberate slow pace along the skin of my arm until he reached my shoulder. "He wants nothing more than to inhale her scent, to remember it in his every waking moment." As if to emphasis his point, he inhaled deeply at my throat, making me almost instinctively crane my neck. His voice was like liquid gold, so precious and captivating I needed more of it.
"He is so mad with lust for her, the lines between love and hatred begin to blur, he loves her deeply, but hates her for it, for making him love her so much, for making him crave her so much when all he wishes to do is ravish her…" His voice trailed off as his lips pressed soft opened mouthed kisses along the column of my throat. The faintest hint of a breathy moan left my lips in return. "It's so maddening he can barely understand it himself." There was a ghost in his voice, I couldn't place what it was about how he said it, but it felt personal – and that made me apprehensive. "By the end of the poem, he must either have her body and soul, or lose his mind completely." Suddenly he hauled me to my feet, the motion catching me utterly by surprise and making me fall against him. He smirked down at me easily, knowing all too well how his words affected me. He could probably read it on my face. "Does that help you answer your homework?" he questioned, his eyes boring into mine. They were playful, lustful but that edge that I didn't understand was still there.
"Oh yes, it helped me very much." My voice was distastefully breathy, and even I could hear the lust dripping off it, yet it seemed to only fuel him on. His eyes glinted as he chuckled, his hands running down to my thighs, lifting me suddenly to wrap my legs around his waist. I followed his lead and wrapped my arms lightly around his neck. "Although… The final stanza is still a bit hazy." I said coyly, pouting. He smirked, knowing fully what I was doing. "Is that so?"
I nodded, feigning an expression of despair and regret. "The poet wants to ravish the woman he loves, doesn't he? I don't think I quite understand that. The Japanese is so difficult in this poem." His eyes trailed down to my lips that were currently caught between my teeth as I pouted at him. His fingers seemed to dig deeper into my thighs as his expression darkened ever so slightly. "Oh Bitch-chan, I'm sorry, I didn't explain that very well, did I? Allow me to demonstrate exactly what the poet had in mind for her." Wasting no more words, he smashed his lips to mine in a rough and possessive kiss. I hadn't even the slightest hope of dominating the kiss in any way. I felt him begin to walk and I held onto him tighter instinctively, which made him chuckle lightly.
Raito tossed me carelessly onto the bed. He hovered above me, taking in my surely already dishevelled appearance as I propped myself up on my elbows, smirking at him. I beckoned him over with the curl of my fingers and he raised an eyebrow, a small chuckle escaping him. He slowly crawled over me and I wasted no more time in running my hands beneath the shirt he was wearing, feeling the cool, toned skin beneath my fingertips. I bit my lip, feeling desire pooling between my legs already. He was irresistible. Without hesitating, I took handfuls of the crisp white shirt and ripped it clean off his body. He looked mildly surprised for a moment before smirking down at me, his lips meeting mine again briefly before trailing kisses down my neck. "Hmmm... Quite the little minx, aren't you Bitch-chan?" I pushed my hips up, grinding my heat against his already hard member. He growled lowly against my neck, his hands fisting the sheets next to my head. "An impatient minx." I corrected lowly, leaning across to bite his ear lightly. He looked down at me for a moment, a mixture of lust and surprise swirling in his eyes before he slowly smirked again, one of his hands running idly up my side. "I might come to like you Bitch-chan." He admitted and I couldn't help but scoff, grinning. "I should hope so." I brought my lips to his again, my fingers easily knocking his hat off his head to grip the soft tresses beneath it. He quickly dominated the kiss once more. I had to pull back to breathe, and he just used this time to kiss down the front of my throat, biting roughly occasionally. He pulled my jumper off my body and my bra soon landed on the floor somewhere along with it. His eyes darkened as his hands began to lightly caress the sensitive skin of my breasts. My breath hitched slightly as his mouth encircled one of my nipples. He bit down, making me gasp loudly and grind up against him. He growled lowly in response, all but ripping my jeans off me and running his hands up my outer thighs.
I reached down to pull off his pants, but he merely gripped my wrists within one hand and pressed them into the mattress above my head. I squirmed at this, intentionally grinding against him. "Raito, I want to touch you, please." He smirked, chuckling lightly. "What a dirty whore you are, but you've been a bad Bitch-chan, so this is your punishment." I narrowed my eyes in irritation, but any protests I was about to make died in my throat as soon as his lips began trailing kisses down to the hemline of my underwear.
A light blush splattered across my cheeks as his teeth bit the lace and pulled them down past my thighs. Using the hand that wasn't gripping my wrists he pulled them the rest of the way down my body before his fingers delved into my dripping wet core. I groaned as he pushed two fingers into me, bucking my hips. "So wet already Bitch-chan… what a lewd little slut you are." He sounded positively delighted, and I knew his words should have offended me somewhat at least, but instead they just turned me on more.
Soon he shed his own trousers, thrusting into me so sharply I cried out. I blushed darkly at the sound and he merely chuckled, kissing me again roughly as he increased his thrusts. I had never felt anything so utterly perfect. He seemed to know all my sweet spots instantaneously and I did my best to meet him thrust for thrust, but his pace was almost inhuman. He released my wrists in order to grip my hips to thrust into me deeper and I wrapped my arms tightly around him, hugging his chest to mine as moan after moan spilled from my lips. He was too good at this. Everything before this seemed pathetic compared to the skills this boy seemed to possess. Every nerve in my body seemed to be alight with pleasure and I knew it wouldn't be long before I came.
And I was utterly right. Soon the insatiable hunger in my stomach was replaced by a tightening in my abdomen. It coiled tighter and tighter until finally it snapped. I let out something on par to a scream, much to my embarrassment as shudders took control of my body. But Raito didn't stop there. If anything he began to thrust even harder. The build-up began again almost instantaneously and I could feel tears prickling my eyes at the mere pleasure alone. I gripped onto him tightly and bit my lip hard to keep myself from crying out again. I was sure I made my lip bleed, but his thrusts were so powerful I didn't even notice.
With one final thrust, I toppled over the edge once more, clenching around him causing him to come with a low groan. I whimpered ever so softly when I felt his hot seed coat the inside of my stomach. I shuddered slightly at the feeling, suddenly feeling utterly content. He collapsed above me, his lips lazily meeting mine. However, something seemed to spark his interest briefly as he depended the kiss, licking my lips before pulling away and pulling out of me entirely.
My heart was racing as he lay down next to me. I could barely get my breath back, and yet he looked completely unfazed. He rolled onto his side, his fingers lightly trailing over my stomach and occasionally up to my chest, causing me to shiver. "I think I understand the poem now." I smirked, running a hand through my messy curls. He chuckled, groping my breasts once more longingly before rolling out of bed and redressing to the best of his ability. I simply got beneath the covers; I knew I would get no work done tonight anyway. "If Reiji scolds me for walking around without a shirt, I'll definitely come back to punish you Bitch-chan!" His voice was playful but I could hear the slight warning edge. I winked at him before settling beneath the sheets, feeling exhaustion slowly lull me to sleep.
I heard the door shut softly and a small, very small, minuscule part of me, couldn't help but feel a little guilty at the fact I had just slept with the boy my new friend had a crush on.'
Yui shut the journal with a resounding thump. Her face felt like it was one fire. Did I really just read something like that? She could feel her heart thumping loudly in her chest and she was suddenly immensely grateful the other student in the library had long since left. She was certain her face was a solid red colour. Lena seems to be a lot different from Natsumi. She tried to attempt to let the blush drain from her face but she knew it was useless.
"Oi, Chichinashi!"
Yui jumped noticeably as a certain red-head appeared in the library. Her eyes widened slightly and she slipped the diary back into her bag. "What are you doing here?" She asked, swallowing slightly as felt the heat radiating from her cheeks. Ayato stared at her unflinchingly for a moment long enough to make her uncomfortable. "I could hear your heart pounding from my classroom." He said in way of response as he advanced on her. His eyes were dark, cold, hungry. Yui felt fear spike within in her. He looked like a lion that had successfully cornered a deer. "I-I got lost within my own thoughts." It hadn't been a complete lie. He didn't seem interested in anything she was saying however. He stood before her and grabbed her wrist tightly, yanking her roughly to her feet. She was barely able to hold back a yelp.
"A-Ayato, you can't! Not here! Stop it!"
Ayato was in no mood to hear her excuses.
"You've deprived me for too long all because of that stupid girl." He snarled, tilting up her chin. Her shimmered in her big eyes, but he was surprised to see some resilience interwoven with her fear. "Her name was Natsumi. At least say the name of those you killed." That surprised him.
But it angered him more.
"Fine, Chichinashi!" He spat through gritted teeth. "I killed her, I killed Natsumi. Does that make you happy? Does that allow her to have some piece of mind?" The harshness of his tone made Yui falter slightly. He didn't wait for her to respond. He tilted her head further back and sunk his fangs deeply into her throat.
He groaned as the silky copper liquid touched his tongue. It had been such an agonisingly long time since he had Chichinashi's blood. Blood that rightly belonged to him. He slowly backed her into the bookcase, caging her against it. She stifled a moan, although he couldn't tell if it was in pleasure or pain – the concept of both excited him nevertheless. His hands moved to the bookcase, clenching into fists against the wood as she gripped the lapels of his blazers in a feeble attempt of support. He had missed her blood, he had craved it and longed for it, and this full moon with her heart beating so loudly he just couldn't bear it any longer. She would never deny him again, he would make sure of that. Another soft moan escaped her lips as his tongue began to lick the wound he created once his hunger was thoroughly sated. He withdrew slowly from her throat, feeling a creeping sense of delight run through his senses as she collapsed into his waiting arms. He decided then that he wanted to hear much more of her voice.
And he wanted to be the only one to hear it from now on.