Karlheinz, You Sonova Bitch.
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༺ 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙸 ༻
[ THE UNWILLING PAWN ]
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"I just keep coming back," I grumbled, even as I put on my headphones and hit play on the video I'd already listened to at least once every day for the past week. "They don't have any business being this good."
[ Dokoka de jibun jishin ni kaigi o idai Tell GothicDoll... ]
Ah, why do I listen to this? After all, I really should just quit. Although that was a lie, since Toriumi practically had me wrapped around his finger. His voice...
"Warui ko dana, omae wa...:"
Not part of the song. I'm not paying attention to the... biting.
[ Guilty x Guilty! Guilty x Guilty! Kimi wa erabashi Thriller sono chi ni addicted she per nothing! ]
Oh. The audio effect. This is why I can't leave.
I groaned, closing my laptop again; being part of this fandom was like engaging in a shameful habit. Well, it was a shameful habit, at least for me. I didn't really care for the story, and the concept itself was only interesting if you understood some of the background behind it. But I still came back.
Laughter—attractive yet distinctly evil—surrounded my ears, and I shoved off my headphones, only to hear it much more clearly throughout my room. My heart was going to break my ribcage with how much it pounded away. This was more than unnatural, and not just because I lived alone.
In the next second, I found my wrist captured by an unfamiliar, icy cold hand, and I turned to find myself looking at a beautiful man with long white hair and the craziest golden eyes I had ever seen. And then I realized, as he pulled me flush against his body, that I was looking at Karlheinz.
"You," he said, and I watched a manic grin pass over his face. "You will be perfect."
And in the next second, my sight turned black.
When I woke up again, it was to see that I was in bed. Not my bed, but Yui's. I looked around frantically for the blond, even grabbing a mirror to check that I hadn't been reincarnated, but no—my hair was still chestnut brown, and my grey eyes were a far cry from pink. Karlheinz hadn't killed me then?
Wait. Grey?
I touched my face, and I had to blink several times as I focused and refocused on my now-stormy eyes. Now that I looked closer, they weren't exactly grey. As if Bob Ross had taken his paintbrush and flicked it at the canvas, there was a stark splattering of pale yellow in the iris. It was a little disconcerting, to say the least.
No, appearance aside, I needed to get the hell out of this deathtrap before one of them found me!
I threw myself out of bed as quickly and quietly as possible, eying the window, weighing the pros and cons of leaving the building that way. It was daytime, which meant the vampires should be sleeping or at least a little drowsy. Still, I didn't want to break a leg falling down—that would be a death sentence. Then I caught sight of my gloriously abundant bedsheets and grinned.
A few anxious minutes later, I had a decent rope in my hands, and I glanced at the door one more time before I fixed my escape route to the bed and threw the bundle out the window. I think, just for a minute, I was grinning wildly at the fact that I was escaping without a fuss.
That was a mistake.
I was just about to start climbing when the door to Yui's room opened to reveal Ayato, and for a frozen moment, I just connected eyes with the redhead before I regained my senses and started desperately leaving the manor through the window. Had it been Shu, he probably would have been too lazy to give chase. Unfortunately, it was Ayato. Which is why, a foot down, Ayato was pulling me up by the arm.
"Caught you!" That sadistic grin. I'm screwed. "Awright, what'd you steal, ya pesky thief? And give me a reason not to kill ya on the spot!"
Thief? He thinks I stole something?
"Er..." Could I use the misunderstanding to my advantage? No, these possessive little shits will kill me if I play it like I dared to steal anything from them. "I-I didn't steal anything."
"Really?" Ayato drawled, stepping closer to me, and I noticed he was taller than me by a few inches as he leaned his head closer to mine. Not good. "Then, you won't mind if I search you, would you?"
"Actually, I would mind."
The words came out before I could stop them.
"Heh. Is that so?" I would have backed up if he wasn't still holding my wrist in a death-grip. Briefly, I did have the wild thought that I should just use all of my strength to twist away and rip my hand off. "Then I guess you're guilty."
With some dark humor, Guilty x Guilty started to play in my head.