Disclaimer: I do not own Diabolik Lovers or its characters, that right belongs to Rejet. Nor do I own Inuyasha or its characters, that right belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.

Author's Notes: If you all have been following me and the posting for the crossing of Kagome and random DL boy's, you should know by the title alone who this boy is. And this little idea has been re-written in my head several times over. But it always ends the same way. Also, out of the Mukarmi's he is my ultimate favorite… with Yuma right after. The other two are on the shelf unless I want to play with them.

The sun had just barely set as he wandered freely down the darkened roads of Tokyo. His destination set. It was the same place he visited every Sunday evening, right before the owner closed the shop. The place was eclectic in what it provided to the patrons who collected what it sold. And he hoped that this time there would be a new one in the store. The last few visits had left him leaving empty-handed. Nothing was catching his eyes.

Slowing his pace as he saw the door of the back alley curio shop. Azusa faintly heard the raised voice from inside. Narrowing his eyes, he moved with the swift speed from what he was — entering the shop without even disturbing the bell above the simple wooden door. Just to have the familiar tingling crawl across every inch of his flesh. Making him pause as he let his gaze landed on the owner standing behind the counter, trying to calm the frustrated patrons.

"I want to return this. It is a piece of rubbish. Nothing more than a pretty trinket," the man said, slamming a long lacquered rectangular box on the counter. "And I bet the little history story you gave me was a bunch of bullshit as well old man."

"Sir, I tried to warn you. That is not what you thought it to be. And the story is quite real. But you were not worthy of the Maidens Dagger," the owner replied in a calm, almost detached manner.

"Bullshit! If I am not worthy, then no one is. I have prestige, titles, land, money. My bloodline dates back to the feudal era. It was that lineage that led me to look for this piece of useless shit," the man snapped and shoved the Dagger at the owner. "Keep it and the money I paid you. For it is now pity money."

Azusa stepped to the side as he watched the young man leave. He was catching the scent of strong blood pumping in his veins. The man had spoken true. His family blood was old, potent. But that didn't even draw him to want to feed. Nope, he was more curious about the Maiden's Dagger. Turning his gaze back to the owner, he saw that the man was watching him closely. Well aware of what he was. Since the man himself was a lesser demon — an imp of considerable age, no less in human disguise.

"Young Master Azusa, what can I do for you?" the owner asked.

Moving with his usual languid pace, Azusa made his way to the counter and looked down at the box before meeting the owners' gaze. Seeing understanding in the man's face, before the man sighed.

"I know you heard everything that was exchanged between me and that young man, Master Azusa," he said. "And if you are truly interested, I suggest you pay heed to the history of this artifact. For it is not what you would normally buy."

This had Azusa narrowing his grey eyes at the owner. Before thinking about what he was being told. There was more to this 'dagger' and its odd name. Then giving a slow nod of his head as he waited for the old imp to expound more. He was watching as the man pulled at the black silk cord that he hadn't noticed before. Then slowly opened the lacquered box revealing the item within. Making Azusa suck in a breath of air he didn't need.

"This dagger, the 'Maidens' Dagger is not a standard weapon. Nor is it just ornamental," the imp said. "This was created from a human girl by a curse placed upon her from a Dark Miko in the Feudal Era of Japan. And is very much alive, though it does not seem so, Master Azusa."

He was flicking his eyes up to look at the man's dark, beady ones for but a second before looking back at the Dagger nestled in the velvet bedding of the box. The handle looked like a fair featured young Japanese girl with her eyes shut as her hair flowed all around her head and body. Her arms coming to cross in front of her. At her hips is where the blade began. It was straight, and the purest white he'd ever seen metal worked.

"This blade… it is extraordinary," the imp continued at his silence. "The girl used was said to be a great beauty. And that under the right conditions can be freed. But the how and why they were never known."

This had Azusa looking at the man, head tilted in silent contemplation before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. Just to have the man looked sad as he covered the Dagger again with the box's top and tied the silk cord back into place.

"Take it. I refuse to take your money. If you tire of the Dagger, I beg you to please bring it back to me," the old imp said. "I put a lot of effort into acquiring it for that idiot before. But mostly for myself… I knew the girl."

Nodding his head, Azusa picked the small box up carefully and left the place. There was no other reason for him to be out, so easily, he decided just to go home. His brothers would be out until almost sunrise, giving him time to study his new acquisition.

He lay there on his bed, fingers stroking the girl shaped handle. It was beautiful. The girl, if the story had been true, would have been lovely. Though it was not exactly a conventional beauty. No, he could see it. A heart-shaped face framed by unruly wavy hair, possibly curly as it was hard to tell what spilled around the hilt of the Dagger. That she had a small pert nose and full lips. Smiling, Azusa left the Dagger beside him on his bed as he fell asleep.

Azusa shifted, feeling uncomfortably warm. Only to go still, eyes snapping open as his arm went out to touch the Dagger he had laid at his side. What his hand met was not the semi-warm feel of metal, no. Instead, it felt like soft, supple flesh. Turning his head, he saw that what he felt was very real. Beside him was a girl draped in a sheer white fabric sleeping curled up beside him. Her face relaxed in slumber.

Jerking his hand away and sitting up, now on alert while keeping his aura close to his person. The last thing he wanted was for his brothers to come barging into his room and see this strange girl. A girl he had no clue where she had come from. So, being cautious, Azusa leaned in closer to the girl to inspect her. Just to see that she had waist-length black hair that was instead wavey. Her face was heart-shaped with a pert nose and full lips. She was making his eyes go wide as he did his best to look for the Dagger that had been where the girl was now laying.

When he couldn't spot it, he felt a bit of panic and exhilaration course through him. The Old Imp had said the Dagger had once been a living girl. A beautiful one. And Cursed to be a dagger by a Dark Miko, which he knew to bad news. But could it be that the Dagger had somehow reverted to the girl?

"Oh...ah…."

The soft sounds had him darting to the other side of his massive bed and staring at the girl as she shifted, eyes fluttering open while lips parted in what was in apparent shock. When she sat up, he noted that the sheer white material was like a strange robe of sorts and covered her enough not to reveal everything, except her curves. Which he liked seeing. Though the moment her head turned to look at him, Azusa met her blue eyes with his grey ones, just to see her startle and fall off the bed.

It had him smiling and chuckling softly as an indignant squeak came from his floor. Still being cautious, he crawled across the bed and looked down at the girl on the floor. He was seeing her red face, before eyeing her sprawled out body. Quickly noting that the sheer white robe had shifted and revealed flesh just as pale, but with the barest of hints of pink to it. She was making him want to bite her.

"Uh… where am I? Who are you? What date is it?" the girl asked.

This had Azusa narrowing his grey eyes as he looked back at the girl. He was displeased that she would just ask questions without thinking. So, he just leaned back, sitting on the heels of his feet as he looked down his nose at her. He was causing her to lift an eyebrow and rolled her eyes.

"I guess I am being rude… and you are my new owner… Vampire if I do not miss my guess… and young to boot," she said, her full lips tilting up into a smile. "Let me introduce myself. I am Higurashi, Kagome. Cursed Human and Miko."

Her introduction had him feeling cold. She was dangerous to him. Yet, she didn't seem to be bothered by him being a Vampire. Instead, she looked at ease before him, sprawled on his floor, which angered him — making him move forward and grabbing her neck with one hand, while the other tangled into her mass of black hair — showing dominance.

"Look, I get it. You are a predator. Not the first I came in contact. Dominance established okay? You are my owner, therefore I am unable to ever harm you. Part of the curse," she said in a pained voice.

Her words rang true in his mind as Azusa let her go. Still kneeling above her, he didn't move. Silence hung between them as if she were waiting for something. Then he realized she had given him her name. Blinking slowly, he stood up and sat on the edge of his bed and motioning with a hand for her to at least sit up, which she did.

"Azusa… Mukami.. August two thousand and eighteen. Outside of Tokyo in my family's house," he explained.

The way her pale face drained of the faint pink tone to her skin was impressive. It was making her look almost like a Vampire herself. But it was the sadness in her eyes that drew him in. He knew that look.

"Oh… well… twenty years since I turned uh...fifteen and falling down the well.. And getting cursed five hundred years in the past," she said softly. "I wonder if mama and Souta just figured if I stayed…"

Her words held a lot of pain, loss in them. Making him shift softly on his bed. Then he realized he had not asked her anything.

"Why… did you change… back… from the...dagger?" Azusa asked.

The way she looked at him, smiling suddenly. Her emotions were shifting almost to follow swiftly. Then she was standing and making her way towards his curtained window. Body instinctively moving, so he was between her and the curtains — hand snapping back and closing the small bit that had been open and lighting up his room.

"Well, that was how. For some reason, you didn't leave me in that box and left me where the sun could touch my cursed form," Kagome said. "And it shifted me back to my original form. Once the sunsets though, I return back to a dagger on my own. Or you can command me to at any point."

This knowledge was a revelation to him. Because he had wanted to sleep with his new Dagger so he could see how it sliced to renew his scars, or friends as he called them.

Azusa was pissed. He had spent most of the previous two days talking with Kagome, after leaving her out to turn from her Dagger form to humans. She was a plethora of information. But it had detracted from what he had wanted to test. And now, as he held her in his hand, glaring at the white metal of the blade. His mind recalling that she wasn't able to ever hurt him. It meant literally in both forms, it seemed.

The sunlight began to spill through the curtains as he sat there on the edge of his bed in nothing but sleep pants. Anger still boiling over, he threw the Dagger on the floor, letting it land in the thin sliver of the sunlight. Watching with hateful eyes, it began to shimmer, grow, and change into the girl herself. Who once she was human again, stayed where she was laying on her stomach.

Azusa has found out that even while in her other form, she was very aware. So, she knew he was displeased with her. He wanted her to look up at him, to defy him. Give him a reason to hurt her. He wanted to hear her speak up so he could react. But no, she stayed still on the floor unmoving in the growing sliver of sunlight. He could hear her heart beating fast in her chest as she took a short, shallow breaths, indicating fear.

When a half an hour passed and she didn't say or move, he flopped back onto the bed. Anger still coursing through him. He knew that by ignoring her, he was hurting her. Rolling over, giving his back to her, Azusa heard a soft whimper come from where she stayed on the floor. She was very obedient. A thing he liked a lot. Though right now, he wanted her to be rebellious.

Two months had come and gone, and it was now late October. The sun was not wanting to play nice. And it put Azusa in a bad mood as he left Kagome on his bed, where the faint light would reach her as he went to one of the large cabinets. Opening the doors, he looked over his collection, deciding what he wanted to use. Before deciding on one of the first knives, he had ever bought. With care, he pulled it from the pegs, holding it up for display.

Walking towards the chair he had in his room, he sat down and began to unwrap his wrist and neck. The small gasp had him looking up at Kagome, who was sitting on his bed. Eyes wide, tears in them. He knew she hated it when he sliced himself. But it felt so damn good. It was pleasure personified in his mind. And the one time she had tried to stop him, he had attacked her. He was stabbing her in his rage. Though she hadn't bled at all, no, she reverted to being a Dagger. It had taken a few days for her to heal.

It was then that he realized that the hilt had looked different. His finger had traced over Kagome's face, feeling it scrunched up in pain, while her hands were not clasped before her but grasping at where he had stabbed her. Amazing him as he stroked her over and over every chance he got though the wait for her to return to her human form was not pleasant.

"...what…" he stated in his usual tone.

His eyes watching her watch him as he brought the blade to his left wrist and lightly dragged it across the surface of his flesh. Enjoying how she flinched away as a thin red line appeared and healed immediately. Just to repeat the process with more force, feeling his skin-pop from the pressure before he sliced it open, allowing blood to spill freely from his wrist.

"I, Azusa, I cannot take it, you doing that to yourself. Please, I beg you to stop," Kagome said.

His eyes narrowed as he lifted the knife and plunged the tip into his wrist and carved the wound deeper before it could heal. He was feeling his blood gushing out of the wound as he severed his veins. Knowing his brother's would not intervene at the moment. But he would be scolded later for it at breakfast.

"Why...should I… do that? What...will… you give...me in.. place of… this?" he asked.

Tears fell from her eyes as she stood and strolled towards him. He knew she didn't want him to stab her again. Once she was close enough to reach out and touch him, she knelt. Azusa just watched his. His knife still buried deep into his left wrist so it wouldn't heal. When her tiny, warm hands covered the hand that held the knife, he snarled in warning at her — making her pause for but a second as she met his gaze with her teary one.

"... Then… stab me… sheath yourself… in me… when you feel the need to cut.. Yourself," she said.

The way it was worded, there was no mistaking what she was meaning. Azusa had asked her if she was untouched when he had in a fit tore her gauze like gown from her body, leaving her bare and she curled in on herself. Shame and fear were tinting her beautiful scent. The fact it took her a few minutes to answer and her voice was choked with embarrassment told him she was pure. Untouched. Untainted. Now, she was offering that and her body to him.

He was pulling the knife from his wrist, watching as his crimson blood splattered over her arms, and a few drops flecked her pale face. Azusa dropped the blade on the hardwood and lunged at her. His blood flow slowing as his skin knit itself back together. Though where it ran down his arm, spilling across her pale flesh and staining that sheer material that covered her, Azusa leaned down and licked his blood from her face. Feeling her body tense and shudder under him at his actions.

"Only… if you… let me… drink from… you as well…" Azusa said.

His eyes were locked on hers as she just gave him a slow nod of her head, consenting to his demand. Making him smile as he shifted himself, so he was sitting atop her hips, Azusa ran one hand down her face, gently. While his other, no longer bleeding, grasped the top of her robe and jerked it open. Quickly ripping the delicate and strange material, baring her collarbone and breast to him.

There was no need for preamble, he dipped his head and licked only once before sinking his fangs right above her collarbone. Humming at how sweet and delectable her blood tasted on his tongue — enjoying how she squirmed underneath him, only enticing him to want more. Letting go of the fabric, he ran his hand up her side cupping her breast and giving light squeezes, earning a somewhat throaty moan while he kissed her. Yes, he could take this trade, for now.

He stared at Kagome, eyebrows raised as he looked at her. The sun had long faded from the sky, yet she was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking just as worried as he felt. She always had, in the past, reverted to her other form before the sun was below the horizon. The past three days, she had not. In the six months he had had her, not once did she deviate from the routine they'd set up, except for him taking her to his bed when he felt the need to cut her.

Suddenly Azusa froze, the last thought hanging heavy in his mind. It couldn't be possible. There was no way it was even possible. Though having a woman who was technically several hundred years old sitting on his bed, that turned into a mostly inanimate object was not entirely believable either. Unsure of how to broach that topic even, Azusa walked to the bed and sat beside Kagome. Who was just staring blankly ahead at the curtains that were wide open, giving her a pleasant view of a clear February sky? The stars were sparkling like tiny little jewels.

Azusa was aware of the presence of his brothers, starting to grow restless in the house. It was a blessing; it was a Sunday night, and there was no school. His brothers had remarked on his behavior as well. Stating that he hadn't been cutting himself, seemed almost happy. And to make matters worse, he wasn't hunting as often as he used to. They held their suspicions well, which he was grateful for. But now, there might not be a choice.

"Azusa…" Kagome whispered.

He stiffened just a little to look at her, seeing her blue eyes were misting with tears. He hated her tears unless he caused them and mostly in the throes of passion.

"I… need to get... my eldest brother, Kagome," he said.

There was understanding mixed with fear in the depths of her cobalt blue eyes. But she nodded her head and looked forward to the window again. Getting up, Azusa left the room, going to where he felt Ruki and unfortunately, the others. When he appeared, all three lifted their heads to look at him — each able to sense his unease.

"Ruki," was all he said, watching as his eldest brother stood from where he sat and gave a small nod of his head.

Then he was standing before his bedroom door. Looking up at Ruki, who was just staring forward, not showing anything outwardly. Sighing, Azusa flexed his aura to warn the other two who were coming up the stairs at a sedate pace to stay the fuck away. Something in him becoming very agitated at their presence and earning a tilt of Ruki's head. Saying nothing, he opened his door and ushered his eldest brother in, following behind quickly and shutting the door.

When Azusa turned, he saw that Kagome was standing by the window. Which, thankfully, was still closed. Not waiting, he was by her side by the time she had turned around. Her face wet with her tears as her eyes met his, then flicked to Ruki and back.

"Who is she? Is she the reason you have not been cutting? And happy?" Ruki asked, his voice soft yet demanding.

Placing himself between his brother and Kagome, Azusa nodded his head. Knowing that Ruki didn't like the way he talked slowly. Seeing his brother lift an eyebrow at him for his actions, Azusa waited. Soon enough, Ruki was motioning for Azusa to seat himself and Kagome on the bed.

"Care to explain to me how you have a human girl in our house, and we didn't know?" Ruki asked as he walked in a wide berth around them to sit in the chair on the far side of the room.

Thinking his brother was acting a bit odd, Azusa gave him the shortest version possible. While making sure he was touching Kagome at all times. His hands were running up and down her arms, back, across her cheek. All trying to calm her, or at least he thought that was why.

"I see… Kagome is a cursed human… a Miko at that, and you have been having liaisons with her since October?" Ruki said.

"Yes," Azusa said, making sure his eyes met his brothers in a pointed look.

The small frown that always graced his brother's face shifted into a small smile — putting Azusa more on edge. It was never good when his brother smirked, let along smiled at all. Ruki was a true sadist, had been before he even been turned. The only other one in the house he went to fore beatings or used to, was Yuma because Yuma didn't know the meaning of holding back and loathed his need to be beaten.

"Then, your assumption is possibly correct. Though how, I cannot say," Ruki stated. "But I will say this; she will have to be kept a secret from father. And that is probably why she is not turning back into her other forms. Do either of you know the full nature of this curse? How to break it?"

Azusa looked to Kagome, who just shook her head. He knew why Ruki said they had to keep this from their father. The man was obsessed with creating a new race by mixing a human with a Vampire. But it had failed with Yui, who was turned and mated to Ayato. Their child was pure Vampire to boot. But he was turned human. Kagome a full human, that was holy in aspect and cursed.

"I see. Then shall we invite our nosey brothers into the room so they can see? And you may do as your instincts dictate if they do something you do not like. Though, I have a feeling that it will be obvious upon entering this room since the smell saturates it," Ruki said.

At his nod, Azusa wrapped Kagome in his arms, pulling her into his lap. Tucking her head under his chin as Ruki jerked his door open, causing Kou to stumble in and Yuma to stand there looking flatly at him and what he held. So, Azusa bared his fangs and hissed low in warning. Making both Yuma and Kou jerk back and look at him in a shocked manner and causing a soft giggle to erupt from Kagome, who was burying her face into the crook of his neck.

"What… the…. Fuck!" Kou exclaimed, his disbelief showing on his face as he moved his hair from his eyes revealing that one blue orb had turned red. "She… she is ….. "

Growling from deep in his chest, Azusa didn't like the tone of his brother was using. Just to have Yuma clamp a hand down on Kou's shoulder.

"I would say we are going to be uncles. And it doesn't matter what, why, or how Kou. She is now a part of our family," Yuma stated. "This is to be kept from father, I presume, Ruki?"

"Yes."

The fact that Yuma was taking it in stride meant the world to Azusa as he relaxed. He was wondering why he had not sensed or smelled the change in Kagome. Then again, he wondered if his Vampiric power overrode the curse to knock her up.

"Azusa…" she said softly.

He watched as his brothers stared at her in shock. Just as he let a smug smile curled the corners of his lips upwards and gave a pointed look, this was something he had not questioned when they were in his room alone. Now, there was a meaning behind it. The baby was going to be strong since it needed him to be with her often.

"We all will talk later. I am sure that Kagome will require sustenance after you are finished," Ruki said, that smile getting wider as he turned, shooing their brothers from the room.

The moment the door was shut, Azusa slide Kagome from his lap to his bed and pushed her down. The breathy sigh she gave as her small hands slide up to curl into the fine hairs at the nape of his neck, tugging gently to bring him lower, her lips parting as her eyes glazed, letting him know they'd be occupied for a while.

When he stiffened, he drew a small growl of displeasure from her lips as she curled her fingers more so that her nails bit into his skin, making him hiss. Finally, he lowered his head down, capturing her lips as his hand made quick work of his shirt that she wore, as well as his clothes — enjoying the feel of her warm, silken flesh pressing and gliding against his as her legs came up and wrapped around his hips.

The moment her heated sex brushed against him, Azusa didn't wait. Rolling so that she was on top, he let his hands go to her hips and lifted her enough so that she could use her hand to free him. She was stroking him a few times before she wiggled her ass. Their silent cue for him to lower her do, and he did with nothing but need welling up inside him. His hips were rising to meet her, filling her as deep as he could. Earning a low groan of pleasure from her as she began a fast rocking pace, that he knew would undo him.

The End!