Chapter 15
The dark haired boy whose eyes were usually calm held fire in his gaze. The unknown fierceness radiated through his pores as he ravaged through his cabinet of treasures. Knives of all sizes stared down at him as he touched each blade, examining each of them closely and feeling the unique prick of each one. With his free hand, the boy slowly reached up toward his neck and felt along the indented scar across his throat. It must be perfect, he thought to himself. It wasn't just any blade that he would use to kill Ayato Sakamaki.
"Ehh?" Kou Mukami clucked as he was shoved to the side through the front doorway. His body was coated from sweat and his ears were still ringing from the obnoxious screams of the mortal girls who wept at his feet. "Azusa, it's not like you to be so rude - hey, where are you off to?" The blond pranced after his brother who was wearing an expression of pure determination as he stomped down the front steps. "Don't you ignore me!" Kou whined as he grasped Azusa by the shoulder, spinning him around and enduring the monstrous sight. He gawked at his brother who was panting through his mouth, his eyes dark and animalistic, and wasn't able to ignore the six inch dagger that was in the boy's hands. Kou was smart enough to know that the dagger in his hands was no ordinary weapon, for it was one of the few knives that could steal the life of a vampire.
"Where did you find that, little boy?" Kou teased. He was thrown into a fit of giggles as he reached for the knife. His amusement came to a sudden stop as Azusa flicked his wrist upwards, slicing Kou through the palm and immediately spurting blood onto the both of them. Kou howled in shock and quickly clutched his hand to his chest, anger bubbling in his eyes as he looked up in shock at the brother he had always known to be passive and quiet. "Azusa!" A voice boomed from the steps behind them. Azusa had already heard Yuma coming and was hardly bothered as the largest of the boys hurried down the steps to tend to the wailing blond. He was just about to leave before Yuma grabbed him by the forearm and growled, "Don't be so stupid. You really think this behavior is necessary for such a dimwitted girl?" Azusa paused and slowly turned his body to face Yuma. His eyes were lighter now, more pathetic rather than angry. "I just need... to find her..." Azusa whispered. Yuma watched as the sadness gathered in the smallest boy's eyes and felt a strange feeling twisting in his chest. Sympathy. "Well," Yuma sighed, "you're going the wrong way. Follow me, quietly."
Yuma refused to proceed before Azusa agreed to hand over the dagger, an action he was unhappy about but finally was willing to do. Handing over the knife was a silent exchange, besides Kou squawking about how painful his cut was in the background. "But I checked," Azusa groaned, "I searched her room... I even checked Ruki's. She's nowhere. For all I know, she could be dead... Her body could already be decaying in the Sakamaki basement..." Yuma's hand was still on Azusa's arm and he suddenly squeezed, shaking the boy out of his pitiful state and forcing him to follow along behind him. "I told you to be quiet. I meant it," Yuma hissed through his teeth. He dragged his smaller along through the mansion like a rag doll to the depths that not even Azusa had visited before. The farther they searched, the more Azusa became aware of the surroundings and the more evident the sound of screaming became.
"Ruki-kun, please come back. Pleaaassee." They heard the girl shriek, "I promise we won't ever do it again - but something is wrong, so so wrong." The rest of the words were unrecognizable but it was enough to send Azusa surging through the hallways with adrenaline pumping fiercely through his veins. He followed the sounds of his love's agonizing cries and found himself stumbling over his own feet, confused by her voice bouncing off the walls of the never ending hallways in the depths of the mansion. "Where is she?" Azusa cried, "She... she's dying!" Yuma attempted to keep up with Azusa but failed, only able to catch him when he had collapsed to the floor in defeat on his knees. Yuma placed his hand onto his shoulder and tried to catch his breath as Azusa turned to face him, his eyes red and starting to tear up - something his brother had never seen before. "The last door on the left," Yuma sighed, "go on. I'll watch for Ruki."
The boy's feet carried him faster than they ever had before and no longer could he hear the screams of his love, for the blood pumping in his ears was far too loud. The chase to find the last door on the left felt like an eternity but once he reached it, fear bubbled in his chest. He was unprepared for what was behind that door. When he did open it, what filled his senses was far too much for him to handle.
Yui's hands were handcuffed to each of the far back bed posts and her legs were spread over, suspended over her head in the air by additional wraps attached to the ceiling. The girl was flailing and continued to scream, occasionally calling out his cold other brother's name and pleading for mercy. Her powder blue dress, the dress she had worn during their love making under the apple true, was stained with blood and tossed at the floor at his feet. Azusa's mouth dropped open, his face frozen in a dumbstruck expression with his fangs hanging down his bottom lip, and a strange sound gurgled from within his throat. "Yui..." He gasped. Something clicked within him and he quickly ran to his lover's side, attempting to free her legs first from the restraints. Her eyes were pinched shut and she continued to cry, begging for mercy as she kicked her legs against the wraps desperately. Azusa cooed her name softly, attempting to keep his cool through his tears, and soothingly whispered "shhh..." as he finally freed one of her legs. Her kicking stopped abruptly and she slowly opened her eyes, expecting to see the monster who had visited her only an hour before. But instead, it was her love. Her life. The reason why she wanted to live, "Azusa," Yui whispered. Through the tears and disgust, a smile began to spread over her flushed cheeks.
Before freeing her other leg completely, Azusa could not tear his eyes away from her exposed sex. Blood, still fresh, had dripped down her inner thighs and the sweet folds he had come to love had been completely ravaged. He had torn them with his fangs. The man who had protected him most his life was now the one destroying the life of his lover. Azusa cringed but continued cooing Yui's name in a soothing fashion, attempting to calm her cries as he moved onto her wrists. Her flesh there was too torn, as well as the flesh along her breasts. Her belly had swelled and was bruised. He choked softly in his throat, "Oh, Yui..." before finally releasing her fully. The weak girl in front of him surprised him by throwing her arms around him, hugging the boy with the last of her strength and silencing her own tears. "I missed you so much..." Yui said in a quiet cry. It took a moment for Azusa to accept her embrace but soon be returned it, his grip just tight enough to not break her in his grip. He was both elated and devastated. "I'm going to take you away from here," Azusa said. "And if that isn't what you want, then I will destroy him instead."
The two young lovers laid in the blood stained bed and held each other in an inseparable hug. Yui wept in Azusa's arms, and little did she know, but he was crying as well. "Are you hurting?" She said softly through the darkness, "Your throat.. He squeezed so hard. I'm sorry..." A small smile crept over Azusa's lips and he huffed out a single breath, "How could you... be sorry? Sorry for what you did not do... that's silly." His arms tightened around her and she squeaked in response, for the damage done to her body was far too much to bare. He quickly loosened his grip and tightened his chest. Normally, a sound like that would arouse him beyond belief. But coming from her in this way, it instead made his heart twist in his chest. She was changing him. And after the story she told of the Sakamaki mansion, he could see that he had changed her just as much.