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. 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.

DEFINITIONS:

Elegy: A piece of music in the form of a lament.

Fugue: A form in which the composition is contrapuntal. A theme introduces the piece, which is repeated at different pitches throughout the composition, set in counterpoint to other musical lines within the texture.

Obbligato: (Italian: 'obligatory') An instrumental part which is essential in a piece of music. Popular in the baroque period.

Lucy was not exactly in a good mood. In fact, one could describe her current mood as borderline bitchy. Lucy kept the practiced smile on her face while her face was a mask of interest as she nodded in the appropriate areas. The last place she wanted to be was a private, political party, which was where she was at. These people were only interested in her (she was sure) for her looks and her father's connections to Mr. Sakamaki.

The man didn't fool her. No, there was something otherworldly about him. More-so when she looked at him and saw that waist-length blond hair and those crimson eyes that looked like freshly spilled red-blood. And it wasn't helping that Lucy was being pestered by his six, no seven? Yes, seven sons, because Kino had been introduced as a Sakamaki by the man himself, were all crowding her. That normally didn't bother her since being close to others was something she craved after being raised in a large estate house in the middle of Russia.

But these boys were subtle, demanding and rude. Well, except for the eldest, who was a silent wall and stared pointedly at her. Those icy blue-eyes seemed to be able to find her wherever she went. Then again, she was not too pleased with Shu Sakamaki. Lucy was still upset (pouting) about how he had watched her while she was playing the piano in the music storage room. When she had come out of her trance-like state to see him there, she had been so shocked all she could do was make squeak sounds.

Not one to deny the truth, which was always the best thing no matter the situation in her opinion. The look on Shu's face as he stared, almost dazedly, at her with rapture on his face. When he had tried to strike up a conversation, Lucy had felt a small shiver run down her spine and gone on the defensive. Her actions had seemed to trigger something in him, and he let it be known by crowding her and pinning her to the curved section of the baby grand's body. That was the first time he had gotten that close to her, and Lucy hadn't been prepared for her body's reaction.

She was no wallflower or shy violet. Plenty of times, she had been in close quarters with various boys or men in general. Some from the few times she had gone to the Tinker festivals her mother's people held. All the others were at the socialite parties her father either hosted or attended. Their hands-on her person or holding her semi-intimately. But none of them had made her body react like that. The very air seemed to still around her, while her breath was frozen in her lungs as her heart began to beat a little too fast in her chest. All she could see was the pale oval of his face dominated by those cold as ice blue eyes.

She hadn't expected to smell the scent of the open plains mixed with what she could only describe as freedom? It may sound odd, but that was what her mind registered it as. But since that day, Shu had been moody since she had bluntly rejected his offer (demand) to play her strange (which it was not) music again. That she explained the process for how she wrote the music, it was as if he had been obsessed.

"Miss Heartfilia, may I have this dance?"

Lucy stiffened slightly as she turned to look at the speaker. When she saw the angular face framed by black hair (that had natural dark purple highlights) smiling down at her, opening her mouth to try and politely refuse, she felt an arm wrap around her waist before she was pulled gently against a tall, lithe, muscular frame. Lucy didn't have to look to know because the smell of the person told her it was Shu.

"I am her partner for the next song, Reiji."

Lucy didn't miss the low growl in Shu's voice, which seemed a bit off. But as she watched Reiji's eyes narrow behind his wire-rimmed glasses before he gave an upward tilt of his chin said it all. Lucy felt as if she just ended up as the monkey in the middle of something.

He had convinced his father to hold a party for his human persona. It was close to election time. And while he knew his father would be re-elected to his government position with ease, a party to schmooze the others would go a long way. The way his father reacted to his suggestion was something Shu would remember for a very long time. But he was glad when his father stayed silent and didn't ask. Then again, Shu was sure that his father was well aware of his interest in Lucy Heartfilia.

Said woman was now in his arms; he led them through the Viennese waltz. He knew she was there because of her father, meaning it was obligatory. But Shu was at the point that he was going to get close to her by underhanded means if he had to. Lucy was a stubborn and willful woman. She had denied him outright that morning when she had finished playing and saw him. The way her defiance added the scent of cinnamon and star anise to her scent when Lucy got defensive. How her brown eyes shone with a dark light in their depths as she refused it stirred him.

Smiling down at her as he spun their bodies and allowed his hand to slide down her arm as she swept away from him before he caught her hand and pulled her back, flush, to his body as they continued. For some reason, she felt right in his arms. Like she had always belonged there. Then again, seeing Reiji heading over to her, his intent clear on his face, had set Shu off.

"You know, Mr. Sakamaki, in some cultures, you just come up and wrapping your arm around a woman, an unmarried one at that, is rude."

Blinking rapidly as her words registered, Shu just let his smile get wider as he arched an eyebrow down at her. He wasn't going to let her perturb him.

"Also, it can be misconstrued that you are staking your claim on said woman. Which is also rude, especially if the feelings that are being pushed upon her are not reciprocated."

The way she said that with a deadpanned voice and a face that showed she was clearly unamused had him giving her shoulder a slight squeeze.

"So, let me be very clear, Mr. Sakamaki. If a guy has intentions for a woman or lady, depending on the situation, they'd better tread carefully before stepping into a rather large pile of horse shit that stinks. Because once it happens, it can never be taken back."

The song ended just as Lucy finished speaking. Shu felt as shock coursed through him at the language she used. There was no mistaking the message Lucy just delivered. Unable to formulate an answer, Shu watched as she stepped out of reach, curtseys, and sashayed off the dance floor. His eyes tracked her for a few minutes before he made his way over to the buffet table. He wanted a drink, a strong drink.

But a part of him felt satisfied. In a very roundabout manner, Lucy had told him that she wouldn't stop him from his perusal. Meaning she was smart enough to figure it out when he hadn't been obvious. But if he didn't try to meet her halfway, he could go fuck himself, and she'd never give him another chance. While it irked him that she had drawn a line in the sand, giving a clear distinction of what was not allowed. Shu knew that this was actually a good outcome because it meant that his brother, Reiji, wouldn't have a chance in hell.

Turning after grabbing a glass of blood infused wine, Shu watched as Reiji sidled up to Lucy. It took all his will power not to go over there and put his arms on her again. Instead, he just sipped the wine and watched as he read their lips. Reiji being the arrogant, pompous, and controlling child he was, stepped in that horse shit that Lucy mentioned. She didn't go for those who tried to control and confine her. Lucy was something that was free and that, Shu decided, fit her perfectly.

TBC!

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