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.

Author's Note: This story is going to pick up and become a bit fast-paced. This is your only warning. Also, this will be the last chapter with Layla opening it. So if you do not like that, I politely ask you to turn around and leave now because I don't see the point in you wasting your time and mine.

Layla smiled as she watched her daughter began to spin around the room, laughing as she sang a wordless song. It made pride swell in her chest to know that her daughter was truly blessed with the gift of her people. That Lucy was much stronger than what she could ever have imagined. Though Layla was sure that Lucy wasn't aware that she had seen her not only talking to her new friends but summon one of the star spirits to her side. It was rare for a seer to be able to do that. The last was before her great grandmother.

Layla heard the soft snort of one of her spirits in the back of her head. The last year had been hard on her body, weakening her to the point she was unable to get out of bed. And Jude had taken this hard, and Layla was not ignorant about how he treated Lucy. A part of her understood that after she passed that having Lucy around would torment her husband. Their daughter was her carbon copy, even down to her personality though Lucy's stubborn streak and pride were most definitely her father.

"Lucy, come here, my precious," she called softly.

In seconds Lucy was rushing towards the bed and climbing upon it. Layla noted that Lucy was extra careful not to disturb the bed and cause her pain. It caused warmth to spread through her body at how conscious her daughter was to those around her. Layla wanted to exact a promise from Lucy.

"Yes, mama?" Lucy asked, eyes wide as she reached a tiny hand out to hold her own.

"I want you to promise me something, my precious," Layla asked.

The way Lucy tilted her head to the side in thought before she nodded her head, had Layla smiling. She had been rather insistent on making sure that Lucy always thought things through, analyzed them, before agreeing to anything. Jude had been more than accepting of this, as he didn't want his daughter to be taken advantage of by some idiot to get her title and fortune.

"Okay, mama," Lucy said in a solemn voice.

"You know I am sick, and that I will soon pass away Lucy," Layla said, observing her daughter, noting the way her eyes narrowed, and her face became stormy. "Do not try and pretend I am okay, Lucy. You know very well, they have told you that I am dying. It will happen, it was written in the stars when I was born."

"Yes, mama," Lucy said, eyes dropping as she became repentant.

"Good. Now, I want you to promise me, my precious Lucy, that after I am gone that no matter what, you will always love your father. Even if he gets mad at you, or continues to ignore you," Layla said, feeling her chest constrict. "He loves you, but it will be hard for him to be a single father and run the family business and all the lands he owns, young lady. I know you have patience and are a smart little girl."

Layla watched as her daughter processed what had been asked. She knew that Lucy loved her father more than anything. And was his little girl most of the time. But the secret Layla shared with her daughter was a bit stronger than what Lucy had with her father.

"I-I promise mama," Lucy said, her eyes glistening as they raised to meet her how.

"Good, that is my precious," Layla said, feeling very tired. "Now don't you have to go to your piano lessons? I want to hear you play beautiful music only we can hear, please?"

The way Lucy's eyes widened, and she smiled; happily, Layla knew she would do as she asked. Once Lucy was out of the room, Layla let her eyes close. It was time, and she wanted to go out hearing the music that had lit her life up and helped make her who she was. The music that blessed her with the choice to choose her husband.

As the first strands of the strange, mystical music reached her ears, Layla let her tears fall as the voice of her friends spoke to her, calling her soul to the sky and freeing her of the pain that bound her flesh to the bed that had become her prison. A silent pray on her lips that her daughter finds the happiness that is promised through her and never stray from her path no matter how bad it got.

She sat there looking out the small porthole-like window as the plane hit the ground and began to circle to where it would park and allow her father and herself to debark. Lucy was not amused at the change of scenery, not one bit! The news of them moving to Tokyo, Japan, had been dropped in her lap only a few days ago. It was all for a business deal. And truth be told, at first, she thought her father misspoke, and she was going to pack a travel case for a week or so like normal.

Only the next day, her room was invaded by the staff; her stuff was being packed into boxes and crates. It had left Lucy in a state of shock as she turned, walked out of her room, and her father's study where he had promptly reiterated himself that they were moving. That he had struck a business deal with a man who had significant influence, but, of course, her father offhandedly assured her that they'd come back to their home in Russia for vacation when it was permitted.

Sighing, Lucy looked up at the sky and hated how the lights caused the stars to dim. It made her feel disconnected from her friends, not being able to see them clearly as she had back in Russia. Traveling all over the world with her father was fun, and it meant Lucy got to see new things and spent time (occasionally) with her father. A treat she enjoyed, since it was in those moments, he was like the man she remembered before her mother got sick and passed away.

"Princess, it will be alright. You might like it here if you give it a chance."

Closing her eyes as the plane jerked to a halt and the sound of the tunnel being hooked to the planes latch door. She knew that her friend was trying to soothe her, give her a reason to hope.

"Lucy let's go, Mr. Sakamaki is waiting for us," Her father stated.

Opening her eyes and looking up at her father, she gave a small nod of her head and stood. Only to pause and feel an odd tingling crawl down her spine. With a little shake of her head, Lucy pushed that feeling away, figuring it was just her nerves as she followed her father from the plane. A part of her was glad that the airport was empty at this time of the night or morning.

"Ah, Jude, over here please," A deep voice called out.

Turning her gaze towards the man, Lucy sucked in a sharp breath. The man was beyond beautiful, almost effeminate yet exuded masculinity in waves. But that didn't have her wanting to hang back away from him. That odd tingling that had crawled down her spine was now racing up and down it. And it had Lucy feeling chilled her bones.

"Good Morning Tougo. It is a pleasure to see you again," Her father said, giving a formal bow at the waist. "Let me introduce my daughter to you."

Lucy felt her body move on its own out of habit from being introduced to so many of her father's business associates. When she stood next to her father, Lucy bowed at the waist, staying like that waiting for her father's prompt.

"Tougo, this is Lucy," her father said. "And Lucy, this is Tougo Sakamaki, the man who has taken me under his wing."

Righting herself, Lucy looked at the tall blond man before her, noting how his eyes seemed to look almost like burnished gold. But that was impossible, right? She gave him a small smile as the man seemed to be appraising her.

"She is as beautiful as you said. And she takes after her late mother?" Tougo ask.

Staying silent, Lucy listened as her father answered and switched the topic back to the business that had brought him to Japan. A part of her was glad because, like her father, the subject of her mother made her a bit uncomfortable. But for a very different reason.

Shu walked down one of the many halls of Ryoutei Academy, his destination clear in his mind. His father had left the school earlier under some pretext or another, stating he would be back. He didn't care at all. Glad that the man had left the school.

Turning the corner to head towards the Music Room, Shu came to a halt as a strangely haunting melody floated on the air. It was like nothing he had ever heard before. And it didn't help that someone had invaded his sanctuary. Every student and teacher in the damn school knew that this Music Room was his, and no one was to enter it. So, it had him moving swiftly and silently to see who the hell would be stupid enough to enter his sanctuary.

Reaching the door, he hand paused, reaching for the door when the person inside quit playing the strange melody and played Chopin's Nocturne and perfectly. Calming a little, Shu turned the doorknob and opened the door as quietly as possible to see inside. It was dark, no light except what came in through the curtains that were drawn to keep the early rays of the morning sun at bay.

He couldn't help but stare as the mix of starlight and sunlight danced across long golden locks and pale skin. The girl sitting at the grand piano had her eyes closed and was swaying to the music as she played expertly. The small smile that graced her full pink lips contrasting with the sadness that seemed to seep from her pores.

The moment the music ended, and her eyes opened, Shu was drawn from his trance. He always loved and appreciated the classics, loving opera as well, and could give grudging respect to someone who could play them like they were supposed to. But his mind came back to reality with a precision that was deadly as he met those brown eyes in a head-on glare.

"What are you doing here?" He muttered darkly.

The way the girl stiffened before standing up and closing the lid to cover the keys, told him that she was on edge. The way her eyes narrowed at him as she tilted her head as if processing what he said before replying in a heavily accented voice, indicating that Japanese was not her first language.

"I would think it is obvious, playing the piano," the girl said, her voice tight. "Or are you deaf and partially blind?"

The small smile she flashed him was bright. Stepping towards her in the hopes of intimidating her, he noticed she took a step back, eyes narrowing at him as he saw a small tremor ran through her body. Opening his senses, Shu couldn't believe what he smelled and felt coming off the girl. It was like smelling the air after the first night rain in spring, or the clean air of the southern seas while on the ship home. Yet it was almost ethereal. And yet he could smell that she was borderline scared of him. But not because he was intimidating her, no, this was different. As if she knew he wasn't human.

He opened his mouth to say something, to tell her she wasn't allowed in this particular Music Room when he heard a male voice calling out in Russian. His eyes caught the way her shoulders slumped ever so slightly under her blouse before she moved towards him. Only to give him a wide berth as she passed him and out the door.

"There you are. You had me worried, young lady," the man said.

"Sorry, Father. But I was told I could explore the school to familiarize myself," The girl, Lucy, as she was named, said replied.

It had been a few decades since he had spoken or heard Russian spoken. So, it took Shu a few seconds to process what they were saying and find out that this strange girl was going to attend Ryoutei Academy. Giving a shake of his head as the two walked away, conversing in what they thought were quiet tones, Shu looked out the window and was amazed to see those two same stars still shining in the predawn sky. It had him wondering what was going to happen now.

TBC!