Disclaimer: I do not own Diabolik Lovers or its character, that right belongs to Rejet and their team; nor do I own Fairy tail or its characters, that right belongs to Hiro Mashima.

Layla felt pain ripple through her body and bit back a cry as she stood behind her husband of two years. He was currently in an important business meeting, one that, with the information that she gave him, could mean some serious changes in their life though she wished that her daughter would wait just a little longer. Then again, there was no way to stop labor when it started. So, Layla subtly lifted a hand and placed it on her stomach and began to rub soothing circles.

When another contraction hit, only a few minutes later, Layla took a deep, calming breath through her nose and let it hiss between her lips. She needed not to draw any attention to herself. Closing her eyes and putting on a smile, Layla mentally began to sing to her daughter, who kicked out at her moving hand. It had been clear from the get-go this pregnancy was a high risk. That if she hadn't been careful, she'd lose her only child. Then again, her daughter was a strong child; she knew this. In the last three weeks of pregnancy, her baby had been very active and rolling all over the place, but there was still a month to go before she was technically due.

"Layla?"

Opening her eyes and blinking, she looked at the concerned faces of everyone. Confusion flickering across her face as it dawned on her that she felt... wet. Glancing down, she saw that her skirt was soaked through. Eyes going wide as she lifted her head back up to see Jude standing and reaching for her, Layla screamed as another contraction rippled across her abdomen. This time it was an obvious thing to those present.

"Get your wife to your bedchambers, Jude. I will call for the midwife you guys are using," one of the men said.

She didn't even have time to react as another contraction hit, making her cry out again. Layla felt her body crumple forward, unable to hold her up due to the pain from the contractions rushing down her legs. Tears in her eyes as she thought Jude scoop her up. His dark brown-gray eyes were looking at her with worry as he began to murmur soft nonsense in an attempt to calm her.

Thirty-nine hours later, Layla felt exhausted, her body ached all over, yet she knew she was smiling widely. In her arms was her daughter, Lucy. Her subconscious reminding her of the destiny her daughter had. But Layla didn't care. All that mattered was the tiny, precious little girl she held in her arms who blinked lazily up at her — tiny little pink lips were smacking now that she had been fed.

"She is beautiful, Mrs. Heartfilia."

Lifting her head, she looked at who spoke. The man was a tall Japanese man. His dark brown eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled at her. Unable to formulate words, Layla just gave a small nod of her head in acknowledgment.

"I think, in light of what has happened, Jude, that we will accept your business proposal. It sounded fair and sound before your daughter decided to grace us and the world with her presence," the man said.

Knowing this was what her husband had wanted, Layla let a tired sigh escape from her lips as she felt her eyes start to close. Exhaustion taking over her as she felt Lucy being lifted from her arms. The whispers of her midwife reaching her ears as she fell asleep, let Layla know that her daughter was safe. The woman was one of the Gypsy's from her clan and would bear the good news that Layla had borne a daughter.

Lucy stood there and looked at her father, face a blank mask as he continued to lecture her on proper behavior. It had been ten years since her mother passed away. And in that time, the changes in her father had been drastic. He was now a man driven by his greed and desire. But she was thankful that in her mother's will, it had stated that Jude had promised that Lucy would never be forced or sold into an arranged marriage. A thing she would be eternally grateful for since her father was no above using any means to gain a foothold and come out on top.

When her father paused in his lecture, Lucy made sure to meet his hazel gaze and not flinch when he narrowed it on her. She knew she was in trouble for speaking rudely to one of the Banker's young sons. But frankly, Lucy didn't give two hoots, the boy was arrogant and was trying to paw her. At least her father believed her on that account since she had boldly told her father to call one of the medical staff he kept on hand to make sure she didn't come down with the same illness that took her mother. Which showed he cared about her a little.

When the Banker and his son blanched, her father gave a nod of his head that he wouldn't. The Banker realized the error of his son and knew that Lucy was not lying about leading him on as the boy had said. But her striking him was a huge no-no. She was a Baron's daughter. Nobility, with a coveted link to the British Royal Family. And that was an indignity she knew she'd be taken to task for.

"Lucy, do you understand? You shamed not just me, but yourself for being violent. Even in that situation, you should have conducted yourself as a lady," Jude said to her.

She was arching an eyebrow at her father, who gave a low growl of disapproval of her slight defiance.

"Father, if I had not done that, I am sure that boy wouldn't be able to have children," She said in a prim and proper tone of voice. "You made sure I had several self-defense classes. Thus, you know exactly what I am capable of doing if I have to."

This time she had the satisfaction of watching her father blanch while the Banker and his son looked confused for a second before it dawned on them. It was well known in many circles of both the High Society and Business World, that Jude didn't dote on his daughter. He often outright ignored her. But Jude did make sure she was highly educated and instructed in self-defense after someone kidnapped her only months after her mother's death and funeral.

Lucy knew why they had done it too. She had heard them talking about how she was Layla's daughter. And that her gifts had manifested that day were impressive. How getting her away from her father and re-awakening them would make her valuable amongst the Gypsies. Rogues were never fun to mess with, and Lucy knew her gifts were sealed. Even if she could still hear her friends, she couldn't call them anymore. So, when she had been rescued, she had said nothing to her father. Remember the lessons and caution her mother had told her.

"Either way, Lucy, you shouldn't have struck a man," Jude said to her, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

"And I apologize for my son," the Banker said. "Though I will be blunt, you look so much like your beautiful mother that I guess he forgot his manners."

At this, Lucy turned her full attention to the man and his son. Gave a small nod of her head, not saying a word. The man got the clue that she would accept his apologies on behalf of his son.

"Now, if we can finish up our discussion? And my son will stay with us, so that there will be no repeat, Jude," The Banker said.

When her father agreed, Lucy saw the wave of her father's hand and gave a curtsy before excusing herself. She had her lessons to get to and now would have no distraction.

"I would rather see the boy castrated for putting his hands on you, princess."

A small smile graced her lips as she shut the door behind her. It always amused her to hear the voices of her friends in the back of her head.

"I know Leo, I know. But we cannot always have what we want, right?" She quipped back playfully.

The deep laugh she got to let her know he understood precisely what she was implying. Throwing her shoulders back, head up and forward, Lucy walked proudly towards where the Piano was in the foyer. It was time for her to play the Piano. And it would mean her connection with her friends would be strengthened since she would warm up with the music she heard all the time from them, even if the stars of their constellations were not visible in the sky.

Shuu stood there, looking out the window of the boat. It had been a year since he had been banished to the Antarctic. His father displeased with his lack of motivation to graduate High School. A school, his father, had created for the creatures of the supernatural. Of course, some humans attended because they did jobs that made them famous, like being actors or Idols. It was rather annoying to Shuu all around. He was close to two hundred now.

While still considered young as a Vampire, he was old enough to be mature and be on his own. But that didn't mean he was free, no. His father was proclaimed King of Demons. He was feared amongst man in both the human realm and the demon realm. Meaning he had to act like the Prince he was born to be. His mother forcibly raised him to be the next King. Who was to blame for his current personality. Bitch never got it; Shu didn't want to be the future King, no that was Reiji. And Shuu was okay with Reiji taking that role.

Sighing again, Shuu looked up at the sky, eyes instantly seeking out Andromeda and Perseus constellation. The night sky had become something of a fascination for him since that night ten years ago. Even now, he still had no clue how or why all the stars had lit up as they had. But like music, Shuu had started to study the constellations and their mythologies.

Closing his eyes, Shuu just let the starlight caress his skin as the bitter cold wind of the Antarctic caressed it. Enjoying the sharp bite, he could feel from the cold on his already chilled skin. The living dead he was. And all he wanted deep down was to feel the warmth and possess it, as long as it let him be himself.

TBC!