Disclaimer: I do not own Diabolik Lovers or it's characters; that right belongs to Rejet and their development team. I do own the OCs and do not want them to be used by anyone, anywhere.

Author's Notes: So, people know the calendar year that this is being based on is from the year 2020. The lunar calendar is also for 2020. Here is the exact data: 2020 Oct 31 14:51 Sat. I did this so that it all syncs up with the storyline. And here are all the full Moons that will take place throughout the story, 2020 Oct 31 14:51 Sat, 2020 Nov 30 09:31 Mon, 2020 Dec 30 03:29 Wed.

Song: Stand by me

Artist: Ben E. King

Album: Don't Play That Song!

Released: 1962

Nominations: MTV Video Music Award for Best Video from a Film

Genres: Rhythm and blues, Pop

When the night has come

And the land is dark

Tician looked at each of the boys; her eyes just as blank as her face. She was giving nothing away as Ayato finally joined them. She was lifting an eyebrow as she shot a look at both Ryu and Karl Heinz and gave a small nod. Turning where she stood, she took a few steps to the cabin door, opening it. Instantly her mind told her that the land should be bathed in the shades of night. But thanks to time being stopped, it didn't matter though she appreciated the beauty of the forest at night.

"I suggest you all stay quiet while you receive your explanation. The first time one of you speaks, I will cease, and you all can go royally fuck yourselves," Tician said softly, not pausing as she walked down the cabin steps. "Also, do note you will not speak of this to either my sister or my niece."

The sharp intakes of breath she heard her words didn't phase her as she walked down the beaten path towards the lake. It was the best place to do what she needed to do. Hell, water was ageless, timeless, continually shifting and flowing, yet stale at the same time. It would have what she needed.

And the moon is the only light we'll see

No, I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid

She had her eyes closed. Her mind was conjuring up the memories of the past, making her body shudder briefly. There was so much she just wanted to forget. The loss of people she held dear. It was not going to be easy on several fronts for her to do this. Mostly because she never liked to dwell on the past and the emotions tied to it, whether good or bad.

A hand clamping down on her shoulder drew Tician from her thoughts. Making her blink her eyes and look at who touched her — seeing the concerned look in Ryu's red-black eyes. Giving a slow shake of her head, she turned back towards the lake, lifting her hands before her and letting them glow with her power, tinting them a dark grey-black, contrasting with the white, black, and slight sepia background.

"Voco te, ut vires mihi. Et apertum est inanis fiat praeteritum ostendit quae interrogationes sunt interrogavit ad respondendum," She intoned. [I call to thee my powers. Let the void open and show the past to answer the questions that have been asked.]

The air crackled as the glow around her hands spread up her arms and created a halo around her whole body. Then with a sigh, Tician knelt and placed her hands just above the surface of the lake. She was watching as it shimmered and shifted before images began to spring up. As the images moved, replaying memories of the past. She felt the drain as her magic fled her person, being pulled from her by the water acting as a medium.

"You wanted to know about the two males that were with us. The first is Reiko' White' Wolfram, Werewolf Prince, cursed. And the other was an ancient Kitsune, Gentoka. Lover of the Kitsune Goddess Inari herself," she said as the image of the two men formed.

As her eyes passed over Gentoka, who stood well over six and a half feet tall, more than nine white tails swayed behind him as a single golden eye looked out from a tanned and angular face, framed by snow-white snow. The long flowing blue and white Kimono settled elegantly around him. While the other had dark, more caramel-colored skin with the same golden-colored eyes under white hair cut into choppy layers. Over his left was a jagged looking red lightning bolt. Tician smiled as she recalled the first time he came to the forest, in that same white trench coat and gloves, with black pants and boots.

"Gentoka arrived in the forest during the time my sister was being held captive, made into a slave under the control of a spell using a power stone as a medium. Reiko, or Puppy as I called him, arrived after. And he did what no one else was able to do," she said in a whisper.

The surface of the lake shifted, the gray-black tendrils rose, and soon the lake displayed an aerial view of the lake itself as well as the forest surrounding it in a 3-D manner. Then it zoomed in and showed a small portion of the lake with a group of people sitting on the rocky outcrop and a small bench table that was not currently present — showing what looked to be a slightly younger version of Lunaria sitting alone at the table, hunched over. Brooding.

The rest of the people were seemingly talking animatedly on the rocky outcropping and occasionally looking towards her. Then one broke away; it was Reiko. Slowly the memory showed him coming to sit by Lunaria, who stiffened. As it played, it showed both looking at each other, before an apparent short argument broke out before Lunaria slammed her hands on the table, got up and left.

"That was the start of their… interactions. From there, it was interesting. The Puppy was rather persistent. Recall, though, that my sister looked like we do now, but at that point, we were no more than literally ten years old," Tician stated, her voice quivering.

The images on the lake shifted constantly. Tician was showing various interactions between Lunaria and the one called Reiko. Where he would follow her and be antagonizing her. To the point, she eventually retaliated not just physically but with her power. When had thrown the male a reasonable distance?

"My sister was horrified. She cried so much for doing that simple action. But Puppy, oh no. He told her to get the fuck over herself. So she killed, used her power. It was a part of life. Even if it was friends and family. And those left behind held grudges, hated her even though they knew she didn't do it willingly," Tician explained.

Again the images, or rather memories of the forest, herself, Ryu, their family, and the other residents, continued to flow. Showing how the two kept coming back and clashing over and over, again and again. Eventually, culminating in Reiko pinning Lunaria to the ground, then the image was gone.

"I guess this place still respects other people's privacy," Tician said, knowing exactly what had happened. "He fought with her, forced her to fight the sadness and pain. To earn back the trust, respect that the others had lost in my sister. She opened up to him, and he brought back that smile she wears, though I wonder if the pain in her eyes will ever be erased."

When she trailed off, she felt her body sway a bit. Before new images appeared on the water's surface, she was making her eyes burn with tears. There she was standing and sparring with Gentoka and not holding back. Her body was bleeding and healing rapidly as they exchanged blows. Gentoka's ice magic often was enveloping her just enough; he was able to shatter the limb and incapacitate her. To them, she was walking side by side, hand in hand and kissing and sharing rather intimate moments and making growls and hisses coming from the men behind her.

"Do not be stupid. If it weren't for him, those who have shared my bed wouldn't be as satisfied as they have been. No lover better than an old ass Kitsune than a Succubus or Incubus, but good luck surviving that bedding," she snapped. "Besides, both of those 'men' knew that they couldn't mate with us. That we were never going to be with them."

If the sky that we look upon

Should tumble and fall

From there, more images appeared, showing more and more of their life, including the battle that took their mother's life — showing just how skilled a fighter both girls were. Though Tician couldn't fault the magic for not showing them exactly what Lunaria's magic could do when she was in combat mode, it was for the best since they were all still sensitive to the fact she was a holy magic-user. Then the last image that was shown was when their uncle, the man that had twice kidnapped Lunaria, died — vanishing leaving Lunaria holding a large ostrich sized egg in her hand. Before wobbling over to Ryu and a beautiful blue-haired woman with horns coming out of her head and handing it to them. Just to collapse on the ground.

"That was the day we defeated the great evil. But we lost our mother. And so, so many people because that bastard, our uncle, wanted my sister as his mate. Even knowing he was not her intended. He just saw a use for her power," Tician said. "What we didn't know was that our actions would come to a large cost. We synced our powers during that battle. Unlocked their full potential to get rid of him. A few days later, Reiko and Gen, they were just gone. No longer there. And those that were Ryu, Anya, me, my sister and brother, didn't remember them. IT was as if they'd been erased from their memories. Shortly after, we… were taken and put to sleep for seven hundred years."

Or the mountains should crumble to the sea

I won't cry, I won't cry, no I won't shed a tear

Tician released the magic and tried to stand. Unable to help it as she felt the old pains come crashing down around her again. It welled up from deep inside her and made her crack, as her tears fell in hot streaks down her cheeks. The body now drained from using her magic, physically making her weak, she lifted her head to look at Ryu as he scooped her up, giving a watery smile.

"Thank's Ryu," she said.

"You overdid it. Magic usage was not your forte. Powerful as it may be, you and magic do not mix well," he said. "And thanks, I got to see my Mora again. I miss my mate so much."

As he turned with her in his arms, Tician saw the faces of the boys. Of course, those that she had taken pleasure and blood from, sharing in return, their faces showed what they felt what she felt. While the others still looked upset and mollified at the same time.

Though it was interesting to see the notice, she was openly crying. Even the strong have moments when they break. That the damn crumbles, mountain fall, and it all just came pouring out. And she didn't care as she buried her face into Ryu's shoulder to just let it out. She had been carrying for centuries, just like her sister. Yet, neither of them had, had the chance to mourn the loss of those they loved. Those they cared about.

Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me, oh now stand by me

A small, sad smile played across two faces. They knew something was up after dinner. But not what. And had followed the not-so-sneaky group. Both of them shared a quick look before turning and heading back to the cabin. Words didn't need to be spoken. It was a silent understanding between the two. A sense of comfort. An unspoken vow to the other that they'd always be by the people they cared about side and support them no matter what happens in the future. Because love was a mighty thing, and each of them loved with all that they were. It came from the shared blood in their veins. They were making them honest, open, dedicated.

TBC!