Disclaimer: I do not own Diabolik Lovers, they are owned by Rejet. I only own my own OCs. Please don't sue me!
Hello, this is my first fanfiction in several years, so I at least hope I've improved. This is also my first Diabolik Lovers fanfiction, and I will try my best to keep all of the canon in character. Constructive criticism is always welcome, and flames will simply be ignored. Do people even still flame anymore?
She had known that it would be best for her if she did not try to make any new friends. While she was decently fluent in Japanese by now, she was a recluse by nature, and would rather be by herself that in a group. She didn't think that she would be very good "friend material." She would rather be in her room by herself than hang out with friends, and Justine didn't think that would be very fair to her hypothetical friends. She was almost never lonely, so it worked for her. Justine wouldn't bother anyone, and in return she could enjoy her solitude.
Justine sat alone outside the main school building, eating the lunch her father had prepared for her. It always amazed her how he was usually very busy, and yet still found the time to make her delicious meals. He had said that he took cooking classes while he lived in Paris, and she definitely believed him. He knew that she loved his croissants the best, and had prepared two for her tonight. Justine was touched by how much he cared for her, and loved him in return.
As she continued to munch on her delectably flaky croissant, she enjoyed the cool night air around her. The flat rock half hidden by the well-trimmed trees in the courtyard was her favourite place on the entire campus, her own little sanctuary. When she was first enrolled in Ryoutei Academy, she thought that it was a bit odd that classes took place at night, but in the end it worked out quite well, what with Justine being something of a night owl. She was always brought peace by the dark night sky, and found herself actually doing better in her classes because of it.
She finished the last of her flaky treat, and proceeded to pack up her lunch and head back inside. She still had about 20 minutes before her next class would begin, so she decided to spend the time wandering the halls. She loved to admire the beautiful architecture of the school buildings, and it helped pass the time before she would have to go back to class. Sometimes passing students would give her strange looks, thinking she was somewhat odd for just aimlessly wandering around, but it didn't bother Justine. None of the other students were ever cruel to her, they just tended to ignore the quiet foreign girl.
Leaving her sanctuary in the courtyard, she took to her aimless exploration, becoming lost in her own musings.
"If I did have people who I wanted to be friends with, I suppose I'd come across as very boring to them. "Hey guys! Let's go look at the school's architecture, and then we'll come to my house to watch some paint dry!"" Justine joked to herself. Justine thought that it was healthy to preserve a sense of humour, and liked to make jokes at her own suspense. She found that it helped to laugh at herself.
After a few minutes of walking aimlessly, Justine took a look at the clock mounted to the passing wall. She realized that she only had about five minutes before her next class would begin, so she put her exploration to a halt and proceeded to powerwalk her way to her classroom. She already disliked being late for anything, and knew that her hard-ass teacher would call her out on it. When she reached her classroom with only two minutes to spare, she was greeted with an almost full classroom of students, all of whom paid her no mind as she made her way to her desk. Sitting down, she attempted to straighten out her long, somewhat unruly black hair, but to her dismay the mess of waves puffed right back into place.
"Why do I even bother...?" Justine murmured to herself. Giving up on the rat's nest on her head, she took her book on Literature out of her bag when the teacher came in and snapped at everyone, telling them to be quiet and pay attention.
There was a very good reason why Advanced Literature wasn't exactly her favourite class in the world, despite her love of the written arts. Mrs. Namikawa didn't seem to like Justine very much at all, then again she didn't seem to like most of her students anyway. She always showed up to class in a bad mood, and seemed to really like taking out her frustrations out on her students. She would berate them if they ever read a passage in English incorrectly, or answered a question wrong. Justine honestly suspected that she might be a bit unhinged, and wondered why such a prestigious and well respected institution like Ryoutei Academy would hire someone like that to teach their students.
The lesson seemed to just drag on for the entire class, being belittled by Mrs. Namikawa and taking down notes for the upcoming test. Mrs. Namikawa walked along the rows of desks, continuing with her lecture on whether or not William Shakespeare's titular character from Hamlet was insane or not, as well as the complex relationship between Hamlet and his tragic love interest Ophelia. Justine diligently took notes; she had a fondness for Shakespeare's work, though she did prefer Macbeth over Hamlet; the backstabbing, conflicted king of Scotland appealed to her more than the avenging prince of Denmark.
"Now, does anyone remember what exactly Hamlet told Ophelia to do when he speaks to her in Act 3, Scene 1?" Mrs. Namikawa asked in her usual biting tone of voice. A rather brave girl that sat a few seats to her left raised her hand to answer.
"Um, did he ask her to marry him?" She answered meekly. Mrs. Namikawa's face darkened and the girl paled, knowing that she had given the wrong answer.
"Honestly, did you even read Act 3 at all? Are you lazy or just stupid?!" The teacher berated, causing tears to well up in the unfortunate girl's eyes. Justine felt sympathy for her, knowing Mrs. Namikawa's wrath was a thing to be dreaded. She continued on with her verbal abuse of the poor student.
"Does anyone here know the right answer, or are all of you completely braindead?" She continued, daring anyone else to try and answer. Taking a deep breath, Justine slowly raised her hand. Mrs. Namikawa took notice of the normally quiet girl, and gave her an agitated, "Well?"
"Ma'am, I think that Hamlet said something along the lines of "Take thee to a nunnery," which really seemed to hurt Ophelia." Justine answered nervously, hoping she would not get yelled at. Luckily, the agitated teacher seemed to reel herself in a bit.
"That's correct Lenoir-san, though considering it's a very famous scene in the play, even an idiot could have remembered that." Mrs. Namikawa said, still finding a way to insult both Justine and the now crying girl. The irritable teacher turned away from her, continuing on with the lecture as if she hadn't just reduced one of her students to tears.
"Now, given Hamlet's reaction to Ophelia's death despite his previously cold attitude towards her, what does this tell… us…?" Mrs. Namikawa paused her lesson, instead focusing on a note sitting on a student's desk, which she wasted no time snatching. Justine turned to her right to look at what had halted the lecture. She inwardly groaned when she realized which student Mrs. Namikawa had taken the note from.
Laito Sakamaki, along with his five brothers, seemed to be something akin to celebrities at Ryoutei Academy. With their father being the famous politician Tougo Sakamaki, who also provided quite a bit of funding for the academy, it was no secret that they were all given special treatment by the staff, not to mention ogled over by a vast majority of the female students. Every time Justine would wait in the front of the school for her father to pick her up, she would bear witness to the Sakamaki brothers exiting the building surrounded by girls who all gathered together just to catch a glimpse of them. They would then step into a sleek, luxurious limousine and drive off into the night. Justine was reminded of a popular boy band leaving a concert every time she witnesses the bizarre scene, the female students acting very much like lovesick groupies. While Justine couldn't deny that all six of them were very physically attractive, it all seemed a bit ridiculous to her.
Laito Sakamaki in particular was someone she saw often, being in the same class as her. She was put off by his overly flirtatious and downright perverted behaviour with the female students, which lead him to be occasionally suspended from school, not that it really did very much to deter him. Justine assumed that his father's money and influence prevented him from ever being seriously punished. She was just happy that he ignored her just like everyone else. Blending into the background definitely had its advantages. She honestly didn't care very much what he or any of his brothers did, a sentiment that was not shared by many of her classmates.
She saw Mrs. Namikawa's face turn beet red as she read what the fedora-wearing student had written, before she crumpled it in her hand, put it in the pocket of her knee-length skirt, and turned to face him.
"You are not allowed to pass notes in during lessons, Sakamaki-san. You are to see me after class to discuss your behaviour!" She exclaimed with an angry expression, though curiously her blush did not leave her face. Laito Sakamaki was not at all fazed at being caught breaking a rule, still giving his teacher his trademark sly smile while resting his chin on his hand.
"I'm truly sorry Ma'am, I won't do it again~." He said almost mockingly, clearing not taking what she said seriously at all. With her face still flushed, Mrs. Namikawa marched back up to the front of the classroom, trying to pretend that nothing was wrong, though she definitely wasn't fooling anyone. Justine was vaguely curious by what had been written on the note, but she quickly decided that it was not important and turned her attention back to her flustered teacher.
The rest of the lesson eventually went by, and after being reminded by Mrs. Namikawa about the test that would be held next week, the students all filed out, more than happy to finally be able to go home. Justine followed suit, ready to go to bed and pretend that she wasn't taught by someone that would decapitate her and stick her head on a spike as a warning to others if she did anything wrong. Justine then thought that she should ask her father to schedule her session with her psychiatrist a little earlier than planned, having noticed that her morbid thoughts were getting the better of her again. She then reached into her bag to get out her World History textbook when she felt something missing. Justine, slightly panicked, rummaged through her bag and saw that her notebook, which was filled with vital information concerning Hamlet, was gone.
"W-what? Where is it? Did I l-leave it in class?" she asked herself, slightly dying inside at the thought of having to go back inside Mrs. Namikawa's class to get her notes, especially since she was seeing another student after class. After about a minute of berating herself for being so forgetful, along with weighing the pros and cons of not having her notes, Justine decided to suck it up and return to the classroom to retrieve them. However, as she neared closer to the classroom, she began to hear what sounded like a combination of a gasp and a moan. This slowed down Justine but did not stop her completely, feeling curious at the noises coming from the room. She heard a louder moan this time, along with a low chuckle. This is what made Justine stop in her tracks.
While Justine was still a virgin, and had never even been in a serious romantic relationship with anyone, she was definitely not naïve to subjects like love and sex. So, when she heard what sounded very much like Mrs. Namikawa crying out in pleasure, she felt her face heating up and found that her legs felt frozen in place. That was when she began to hear voices coming from the other side of the door.
"Fufufu, you're so loud, sensei. What a naughty woman you are~." said a male voice that Justine could identify as belonging to Laito Sakamaki.
"D-don't say such things, you're the one who wrote down that note to r-rile me up…" said Mrs. Namikawa, with whimpering tone that Justine had never heard from the usually very assertive and aggressive woman.
"So, all it took was a single note to get you excited? My, my, I had no idea how perverted you really were, sensei." Laito cooed, making Mrs. Namikawa moan once again. Justine then began to hear suction like noises, which she assumed was either them passionately kissing or him giving his teacher a hickey. She felt her stomach turn with embarrassment, not wanting to believe what she was hearing. Sure, Laito Sakamaki was a notorious playboy, but she had thought that even he wouldn't engage in a relationship with one if his teachers! She then heard the suction-like noises stop and Laito say,
"You're so responsive. Do enjoy my touch that much? Do I please you more than your husband?" Mrs. Namikawa gave yet another moan before responding,
"O-of course, Laito-kun. I can't even remember the last time he was able to get it up." Justine was very close to being sick at this. Not only was Mrs. Namikawa cheating on her husband, she was doing so with a student?
"Good, because I truly do love you, Fujiko. Do you love me?" Laito asked in a way that seemed both sincere and yet did not. It was like he was teasing her with his supposed "love," like a game.
"Yes… I love you, Laito. I love you more than my husband could ever dream of…" Mrs. Namikawa answered earnestly, almost out of breath.
Justine was beyond embarrassed at this point; she was mortified. She honestly didn't know what to do with what she had just heard. If she told someone, would they even believe her? Would Laito Sakamaki's influential father cover the whole thing up? She was at a loss for words when she heard Laito begin to chuckle again.
"Fufufu… I see. While I would love to play with you some more, sensei, I really must be going." He said, beginning to walk to the door, where Justine was standing close by. Finally, she was able to take a few steps backwards, moving away from the door. She could hear Mrs. Namikawa call out to him.
"No! Y-you can't just leave me like this…!" Laito ignored her and simply continued to chuckle as he slid the door open. As he exited the classroom, his piercing green, catlike eyes immediately fell on nervous girl, who was looking down at the floor to avoid his gaze. He was taller than her, with the top of Justine's head reaching his ears. He walked towards her and bent down slightly to come face to face with her, acid green meeting blue-gray. Justine looked up to see him giving her a sly smirk, giving her the feeling that he had known that she was standing outside the room all along.
"Hey, it's not polite to eavesdrop, you know…" He whispered to her before patting her on the cheek and walking away, leaving her standing there in shock, and a little bit of anger. While Justine felt somewhat guilty for eavesdropping, she did NOT like being touched, so his casual pat on her face left her feeling very uncomfortable. Almost in a trance, the mortified girl walked into the class to see Mrs. Namikawa, two buttons of her shirt undone, her skirt hiked up, and her face a red as a tomato. When she laid eyes on her student, her face curled into a snarl.
"What are you still doing here? Class is over!" she yelled, her tone both enraged and nervous. Justine shook her head.
"No miss, I just left my notebook here." She muttered, not even looking at her teacher before walking to her desk, retrieving her notebook, and leaving as quickly as she could, blocking out whatever Mrs. Namikawa was shouting at her. Well, now Justine had been scarred for life and was now fearing retaliation from her furious teacher.
At least she got her damn notes back.
With the school day (night?) done and that whole debacle behind her, Justine walked outside of the school to wait for her father to come and pick her up. She barely paid attention to her last two classes at all, still reeling from what she had heard. She had decided against telling anyone, feeling that it was none of her concern what two people she didn't really care about at all did together. She just wanted to go home and go to bed, and maybe even convince herself that what had happened had merely been some sort of bizarre dream.
As she sat on a bench, other students passing her to go home, she heard the now familiar sounds of what she had dubbed "The Sakamaki Fan Club," leave the school building, followed by the aforementioned brothers. Normally, Justine would completely ignore them, but tonight she was actually making an effort to evade them, burying her face in one of her books. However, soon her curiosity got the best of her and caused her to look up from her text, only to see Laito Sakamaki blatantly staring right back at her. When he saw that she was now looking at him, he gave her a cheery smile and a wave goodbye before getting into the parked limousine with his brothers before being driven back to wherever he lived. Justine merely sat there, trying to ignore the glares from the other female students before her father finally arrived in his beige car. Justine practically ran to the passenger seat, throwing her belongings in and slamming the car door shut behind her. This did not go unnoticed by her father.
"Justine, what's wrong? Did something happen?" Akira Hojou asked her while driving back to their home. Justine stared out the window before she replied, watching the world pass by her.
"No Akira, I'm alright. I just had a weird day…"
Edited Notes: Alright, the first chapter was definitely one of the ones I wanted to clean up first, as I felt that it was the roughest. I'm actually pretty happy with how it turned out, and I hope you will be too!
Thank you!