Author's Note: Here I am with another Diabolik Lovers fanfiction, this time starring Yui Komori and my OC Ronaye, who in this story was Yui's childhood best friend. I don't know if it's a popular opinion or not, even though I enjoy reading about people's OCs and the like, but I actually like Yui, she's a sweetheart who deserves more than the hand she had been dealt. We never got much of Yui's backstory in canon, so this story will expand upon hers, as well as Ronaye's. I know she mentioned in the games having friends before going to live with the Sakamakis, but I'm not so sure how true that statement was. But I enjoy exploring the possibilities, filling in those blanks. This will be posted on Fanfiction and Archives of Our Own. Hope you'll enjoy this story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Diabolik Lovers, all rights go to Rejet/Idea Factory, please support the official release. Ronaye is my OC, but the cover for the story of her is done in picrew. I'm writing this because I have a passion for the series and writing, so I'm not making any money off of it. The picrew I used can be found here: /image_maker/41329

TW: Since we're dealing with Diabolik Lovers, this story consists of dark, sensitive, and mature content, especially in later chapters. Heavy mentions of mental illness, bullying, abuse, unhealthy coping mechanisms like self-harm, and unhealthy relationships. There might be more warnings that I'll add later as the story goes on, but I will list them as it comes. It's rated M for a reason.


Chapter 1: Silent Lament


The night passed fitfully for Ronaye, tossing and turning, nightmares she couldn't quite remember tormenting her. While it wasn't an uncommon occurrence for her, as of late they've been a near constant. Eventually she relented, restlessness overtaking her, it was useless for her to attempt to go back to sleep. Or perhaps it was she was afraid to.

She got up and opened her curtains to see the outside world. The sky was still pitch black and with the current phase of the moon being the new moon, the only thing illuminating the world were the street lamps and city lights further in the distance. Dawn had yet to break. The entire world was fast asleep, including her sisters, but here she was wide awake, her own inner demons plaguing her psyche.

She then glanced at the clock, it read three o' clock in the morning. Fitting, she thought dismally, It's the witching hour. According to Christianity, this hour was when they say demons reach their peak, mocking the Holy Trinity itself.

Yet another day passed by, once again yielding no results. Lately, each day has only brought disappointment, fruitless endeavors. How long has it been since all of this started? Days? Weeks? Months? The passage of time has become nothing more than a blur, Ronaye could barely comprehend how much of it ticked by. All of it has turned into same shit, different day.

Ever since the disappearance of her childhood best friend Yui Komori, Ronaye searched endlessly for any trace of her, concern over Yui's welfare consumed her. One day everything seemed so hunky dory, they were spending time together without a care in the world. But then the next day, she was suddenly gone, as if she vanished without a trace, along with her father. It was a complete anomaly.

Yui, where have you gone...? She wondered all the while fighting back tears.

On the first day, when Yui didn't come to school, Ronaye initially didn't think too much of it. While she was slightly worried, she just assumed Yui was either just sick or had some kind of family matter to attend to, which were the most logical conclusions. At first, she simply sent Yui a text message, asking if all was alright. But after several days of calls, texts, and emails, she never received any reply.

People at school or church weren't concerned, they simply told her Yui probably moved away and transferred to another school. Despite such rational explanations, it didn't sit right with her. They had been inseparable since kindergarten, so such ghosting behavior wasn't like Yui at all, she couldn't ignore the red flags, the warning bells blaring at her.

Wasn't it? The more those cynical parts of her mind couldn't help but wonder as she began second guessing. Is it because she thought of me as toxic and got sick of it...? Or... Did she ghost me-?

No, she chided herself, Yui wouldn't do that and you know that. Your anxiety is just rearing its ugly head again.

Sadly, she's lost to rumination more than once, those intrusive thoughts forever haunting her.

She decided to get dressed in some simple clothes and slipped on some shoes, she needed to clear her head. The destination didn't matter, but she hoped a walk will give her some clarity on the course of action she should take.


She finally arrived at of the church, unsure of what compelled her to stop by, a strange intuition seemed to be guiding her. She reached for the door handles to find it unlocked. Was someone else here? Or had someone else already been here?

She walked in and searched the area with the flashlight she carried with her, only to find the place entirely empty, almost suspiciously so. She made her way to the altar before stopping, taking in her surroundings. The room was engulfed in a dark blue hue and moonlight beamed through the flowered stained-glass windows. The altar itself held a large crucifix and had an assortment of flowers. There was a beauty in it, certainly, but there was also an eeriness.

She knelt down to pray, wondering if the silent laments of her heart were falling on deaf ears. God, if you're out there and can hear me, I have just a small wish... Let Yui be safe and may she reunite with me again soon... I really miss her...

Do you hear me at all...? Are you out there...? Please... answer me...

Nothing.

This church was place both Yui and Cedrina, Ronaye's elder sister, devoted their lives to and held dear many pleasant memories. Despite holding them dear to her heart, Ronaye found herself feeling other sentiments. Growing up she was dedicated to God and the church, but as time passed by, her faith began to falter. She contemplated why that was so, but she remains unable to pinpoint a specific reason. She felt as if she was an alien, somehow, as if she wasn't welcome there; such things she didn't dare profess aloud, not even to those closest to her.

For as long as she could remember, she had always been treated differently, yet she never understood why. Could that by no one would tell her anything? Was it merely ignorance or was something more insidious going on? Or was it she was that much of an outsider? What was so wrong with her?

Was it her appearance? Did she really look that strange? She scrutinized her appearance, picking it apart every detail. She figured her looks were average at best, if not a bit homely. Her skin was pale, almost like the moon itself, but there were millions of people in the world who shared similar skin tones. Her hair was a mousy brown, blunt bangs and waist length, so commonplace. She was a short and chubby girl, often hiding away in baggy clothes. Her attire was rather nondescript, an oversized red sweater with a black rose pattern with black lounge pants. Her body type wasn't rare, either, people came in all sorts of shapes and sizes, even if she didn't have the slender figure Yui or other girls at school had. Or perhaps it was her eyes? Rosette, they were the color of blood, her gaze intense, maybe people found it to be demonic. What was the reason? No, that wasn't it either, others had eye colors like hers but were still looked at normally. It had to be something else. But what could it be?

Or was it her personality? Were her mannerisms so out of tune of the norm? At best, she was a chameleon who camouflages into the background, a mere backdrop. At worst, for one reason or another, she was regarded as with suspicion and casted out as 'other'. It was hard for her to fathom why; she was generally mild-mannered and stayed in her lane, but still was overall kind to other people. She was far from a social butterfly, preferring to mind her own business and keep to herself, even a bit shy. While she was never particularly an aggressive person, she was prone to moments of fiery impulsivity and bull-headed stubbornness, her emotions were intense and cycled fast, a fact she was not proud of. She tried to keep herself in check, a perfectionist who tried upholding a proper image and repressing her more unsightly emotions, but there were times of painful eruptions. She lived in worlds of extreme emotions, rapid cycling of depression, anxiety, and rage, she feared losing control the most. If it meant never bringing harm to others, she would bury it all, for their sakes. She tried to do good, her heart in the right place, tried to be perfect, yet she is still seen as an outcast. As of late, she wondered if she even had a sense of self anymore. Who was she really? She was a flawed person, but wasn't everyone? Then why is it her that's unacceptable?

But Yui didn't see her as a freak, she had accepted her with open arms with not an ounce of judgment. Yui was always compassionate and supportive, especially during those more vulnerable moments. In the end, Yui had always been there for her and vice versa, through thick and thin, they had been best friends. Even to a misfit like Ronaye, Yui was a true angel. Aside from her sisters, Yui was all Ronaye had left.

What if something bad really did happen to her? Why is it I have such a sick sinking feeling?

Knowing all of that, her intuition told her something was amiss, there was no way she could accept those so called "convenient" explanations other people gave her. This wasn't some senseless paranoia, everything about the situation seemed to be off. She just knew.

Far from the first time, tears stung her eyes that she tried to suppress, a silent lament. Her hand moved to the heart shaped necklace, one that matched Yui's, a symbol of their bond.

I can't give up, I have to be strong. For Yui's sake... I'd do anything...


Author's Note: I feel this chapter is really short, but I figured the first place to start was introducing Ronaye and her character, though I intend for the next chapters to be longer. As both someone who struggles with mental illness and has a passion for psychology (it's my major), I've really been wanting to delve into it in my writing. Ronaye is one such example, based on some of my own personal experiences and the experiences of my family/friends, while she has mental illness, there is far more to her than that, just like anyone with them. So hopefully I'm doing this proper justice and making her a well rounded character, hopefully you'll take a liking to her. I'm working on the next chapter, but I'm not sure when it'll be done. I'm currently trying to juggle various stories, revising and rewriting. Thank you for reading!

-Luminous Luminita

Edit October 7th 2022: I'm currently trying to revise this story, hopefully you'll like what I have in store!