Disclaimer & Warning
I do not own any of the characters or either anime/mange/game. The basic storyline and characters were already created. Diabolic Lovers is the property of Rejet and Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Unfortunately, nothing has changed from Chapter One is terms of ownership, so I'm only borrowing them. Editing is done by me so I do own all mistakes. Let me know if you find one and I'll fix it.
As I have forewarned, characters may seem OOC, especially in this chapter. Sexual content, trigger warning (wrist slicing) and adult language can be found. This is only going to get worse (or better, depends on your viewpoint) as the story continues. Consent (or lack of) is also touched on in this chapter. If you're from the DiaLovers fandom, you know what you're getting into. If you're not, I would suggest getting familiar with it before continuing this story. This is the first, and last time, this warning for content will appear.
Chapter Four
Emotions dull after time. If the mind is exposed to one stimuli continuously with no break, the human mind adjusts to said stimuli. If you feel happiness forever, happiness ceases to have meaning or to affect you. If you feel pain, the human mind will adjust its pain tolerance levels, accepting what it is feeling, therefore leaving you numb. It is the same with all emotions. When one lives forever, will not emotions dull after time? And those emotions which you are not exposed to, will they not surprise you when they suddenly reemerge?
-Unsigned
She was too troublesome. Her scent, which had been appealing at first was now a reminder of the chaos she had brought. All of his younger siblings wanted her. They were prepared to fight for her too. At times, they nearly turned on each other like a pack of rabid dogs.
She was too bothersome.
The taste of her on his lips refused to leave his mind though. Her sweet sighs were better than any composer he listened to. Her scent consumed his thoughts and made his fangs ache. She was bothersome and he wanted nothing to do with another mortal but she haunted him.
Shu was roused from his sleep near midday. His music was still playing, a soft melody haunting his sleep but outside the comfortable realm of his isolation, he could hear an unusual banging. There was no rhythm or reason for the racket. It seemed to existence only to annoy him.
For three hours he was aware of this unusual pounding. Even if he tried to tune it out, his vampiric mind monitored the sound, registering it as odd and possibly threatening. It was horrible and ruined all of his music. It didn't matter what composer he played or what style they played, that woman seemed insistent on ruining them all.
At the peek of the fourth hour, he could stand it no longer. Despite his desired to forget about her and the sleepy haze over his nocturnal mind, he roused himself from his comfortable bed. The dog, which was sleeping in the corner of his room, watched his exit with suspicion, but didn't stop the eldest vampire from disappearing and appearing in front of her door.
Shu was leaning against the wall across from her door, his appearance silent. Yet, her senseless pounding paused when his bare feet brushed the carpet outside, as if she knew he was there. Curiosity made him reach for the music player around his neck and pause the current song. Half-lidded eyes watched the locked door, and after a few seconds, the awful pounding started once again.
She didn't speak, choosing to voice her displeasure through her attacks on the door. His briefly sparked curiosity died down like a doused ember. Shu felt his body sliding down the wall until he was reclined on the floor. His neck was at an uncomfortable angle and the carpet below was too solid to be comfortable but he didn't want to move now. What was the use of wasting so much energy?
His eyes slid close, his ears tuned to the unrhythmic pounding on the door in front of him.
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She tired herself out before dusk. Often, the brief scent of blood could be smelled before disappearing and reappearing again during those long hours. Each time there was a spark in the air and her scent would grow sweeter as she healed herself. None of the brothers slept well that day with her blood enticing them while her power deterred them at the same time.
Come nightfall, Shu was aware of his brothers emerging from their rooms. He could feel their presence as they tried to get closer to the miko but his own presence kept them at a respectful distance. Momentarily, the eldest wondered how long that small amount of respect would last before they grew impatient.
Crash. Bang! Thump.
Shu's closed eyes clenched shut even tighter as he tried to ignore the racket that filled the house. Something was being thrown around and several glass items were being shattered. Kanato could be heard murmuring to himself while Ayato was cussing vulgarly. Shu let out a low growl at their noisy disturbances.
"You're going to be late." Reiji, always concerned about punctuality and posture.
"How do you expect us to leave when that thing is outside?" Ayato demanded angrily.
There was the sound of more chaos and breaking. Shu blinked open his eyes, confused for a moment. He knew there were speaking of Mamoru, the mutt that defended the miko but as he recalled, the dog had been resting peacefully in his room. His loyalty lying with the strongest alpha male, him.
Yet the sound of paws racing around on the ground outside was unmistakable. Along with the deep boom of his angry barking, the sound of him trying to force his way inside could be heard. Reiji must have thrown Mamoru outside when Shu had left his room to investigate the banging and now, he was desperate to get back in.
"Kill it," answered Reiji.
"Then we can stuff and display him."
From the other side of the door, Shu could hear cloth rustling and moving as the miko moved about. Their loud, senseless disturbances must have awaken her too. Too bad, odds were that she was going to start up her own loud rackets again. Shu slouched deeper against the wall, tuning out his siblings.
Somehow, and Shu didn't care how, his younger brothers left the manor. The lack of pained cries and the absence of the scent of blood made him aware that they managed to do it without killing the dog or injuring themselves. As Reiji and himself had graduated the year before, this left the two eldest Sakamaki and Shu's mortal in the house.
She must have sensed it too. "Where did they go?" Her soft voice spoke from the other side of the door.
He didn't care enough to answer her.
There was some shuffling as she crept closer to the locked door. "When will they be back?"
Even though she couldn't see him, Shu kept his eyes firmly shut. His music was still off and the manor was a haunting silent. He wanted to reach up to play his music but he had the uncanny feeling that if he moved, his mortal would known. Therefore, he focused on her breathing for several minutes.
"You're a horrible conversationist."
He listened to something slam against the door and then slide down. He could just imagine her reclining against the door, her head tilted back in a near imitation of him. Her head would be tilted back, displaying her virgin neck. Her hair would be a tangle mess, tossed over one shoulder carelessly. With each breath, her breasts would heave up, begging for his bite. Her pale skin would flush darker as she experienced his own brand of pain. Would she beg? He ho -
"I have no other clothes." She was murmuring to herself but her words changed his thoughts. Instead of her being clothed in the hentai outfit from before, she would be in lingerie which did nothing to hide her from his sight. Would she chose to tease him? Or challenge him?
She muttered a few more words to herself before speaking clearly. "I request an audience with the head of house if he will permit me a bit of his time."
Reiji appeared before him as if he was waiting for her summons. Shu didn't open his eyes or acknowledge his brother in anyway. Reiji calmly stepped over his brother's long legs, his shoe hitting the top of Shu's leg in passing. Both brothers pretended the other did not exist.
"That was almost a respectful summoning," Reiji answered.
"With all due respect," her tone was pleasant without a show of hostility, "you are not the head of house, Reiji."
Shu heard gloves creaking as Reiji clenched his fist closed. Shu was surprised enough to open one eye, glancing towards the locked door. None of them seemed inclined to break the tension falling over the trio. Shu quickly understood that the tiny mortal was attempting to out wait them until she got what she desired.
Reiji glared at the door and explained, "I am the head of house. Therefore, all duties of such, fall onto me."
"Does Shu not accept his birthright as the eldest? Or did you take it from him?" A curiously, bold mortal indeed.
"It's rude to ask such personal questions."
"It's rude to lock your guest up when she has done nothing wrong."
"Is there a reason for this summoning besides childish squabbles?"
There was a deep sigh and a thud. Did she just bang the back of her head against the door? "I wish to be let free."
"You know that is an impossibility."
"Then I wish to discuss the terms of my imprisonment."
This was much different than the wild, untamable miko from before. Her tone was cool, her word carefully chosen and her attitude was poised. There were some brief moment when her temper would spike but she still held the attitude of a highborn lady.
"There is nothing to discuss." Reiji moved to leave.
"It is impolite to leave a discussion when neither party has been dismissed," she scolded him immediately.
Reiji paused mid-step, his back was turned towards Shu so he was unable to see his expression. From the way Reiji's shoulder were tense though, Shu knew he was unhappy. It wasn't often that someone could, or would, rectify Reiji's manners.
"I am dismissing this pointless conversation."
There was a squeak of outrage and something banged on the other side of the door. What little composure she possessed before, had broken. "You can't keep me locked up in here!"
This conversation was going in circles. Reiji was too proper to drop the subject and the tiny miko was raging and wanting to lash out at something. Shu gave a deep sigh and muttered to himself, "You are already imprisoned." Why argue against something that was already happening? "Pointless."
"You misunderstand your position and I grow weary at explaining it." A quiet, almost inaudible, sigh escaped Reiji. "You are a guest," Shu almost wanted to roll his eyes at the misuse of that word. Almost. "You are to not make demands. As our prey, you are the accept what we have provided knowing that we had no requirements to do so.
"Once you have chosen a master, or one has broken you," Shu stiffened as he felt Reiji's aura flow out in an uncharacteristic show of dominance, "you will be able to request privileges that he may allow. Until then, you are to remain placid and submissive."
"I decline," was her immediate answer.
"Goodnight, Kagome Higarushi."
Before she could object again, Reiji was gone. There was an animalistic growl from the tiny warrior on the other side of the door as she sensed his disappearance too. She slammed against the door a couple more times before falling silent. Shu saw no need to reprimand her or even to speak to her. He wearily reached up to play his music again, letting the haunting melody fill his mind and drown out the miko's angry mumbling.
What a beautiful relationship this family was developing with the miko.
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"I'm a miko, small and pure. Lying on the cold, cold ground." She was singing to herself and the eldest vampire could hear her moving inside her room. Cloth was rustling, something was clinking and then silence. The pattern repeated as she continued to sing to herself. "Everyone walks over me. That is why I'm cracked you see."
The door handle was moving. "I'm immortal." She clicked twice with her tongue and impossibly, the mutt outside barked twice. "I'm alone. I'm a warrior. I'm a nut."
There was a quiet, inaudible click and the door fell silent. She was waiting, and so was he. Shu didn't move and his breaths quiet down to make it appear he was sleeping. On the other side on the door, she starting singing again. "Called myself on the telephone, just to hear my innocent tone." The door swung open, and even with his eyes closed, he could hear her breath catch in her throat at the sight of him sprawled on the floor, across from her door.
Like a cautious foal, she took two steps forward and then one step back. She was testing him, waiting for a response. Shu didn't bother to give one. He didn't even know if he was pretending or if he truly didn't care. She was too troublesome for him to try and figure out.
She kneeled down and reached a finger out to poke his bare foot. She continued to sing softly. "Ask me about my family, knew I would be gone about half past eight."
Her hand was warm and her skin was soft against his. With the softest brush of her touch, Shu could feel her blood moving underneath, igniting his own instincts. His throat burned, suddenly dry, but he refused to give up his facade.
"I'm a miko." 'Delectable.' "I'm alone." 'Mine.' "I'm a warrior." 'Irritating.' "I'm insane." 'We all are.'
Her voice was pure seduction. It was soft and sweet, weaving into different notes with ease before tampering off lightly. He loved her voice but he wanted to hear different notes. The deep whimper of need. The baritone groan of pain. A high-pitch whine and scream that will echo across the grounds. He was getting antsy just thinking of the different pitches she could make, but before he could pursue his carnal desires, she bolted.
She didn't blindly run, which was something he respected instantly. She kept to a brisk trot, letting speed into her steps but not being quick enough to let panic decide her actions. He heard her reach the end of the hallway and then pause, assessing her choices before moving away. Her steps grew more cautious the farther she traveled.
She wasn't fooling anyone and her cautious steps and nervous scent revealed that she knew that. She was on a mission though and Shu couldn't help but be curious. He paused his music and focused all of his senses on her, tracking her without moving.
She found a room. Shu could hear her opening the door and scuttling inside for something. Something opened. Another door? Then it shut and she slunk back out, not closing the door behind her. 'So she's not trying to be untraceable.'
She was looking for something. More doors were being opened and closed and every now and then she would give out a snort of frustration from her nose. On the other side of the manor he was aware of Reiji being very, very still. He too was monitoring her movements.
One door opened and the sound of her feet brushing carpet was silenced. Now the whisper of skin on tile could be heard. Very few rooms held tile and when she starting humming again, her voice echoing against the bare walls, Shu knew what she had been searching for.
He moved before Reiji had the chance.
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Unlike the docile Yui, most women screamed when they were attacked. The cattle at the school was no different, so the first thing Kanato did after pulling the young school girl into the closet was wrap his hand around her throat and squeeze, cutting her voice from before it could be heard. Choked, gurgling sounds escaped her restricted throat, the desperate whines sending shivers down his spine. With a pleased rumble, Kanato stabbed his fangs in deep.
Her blood gushed out like a fountain. Crimson liquid filled his mouth and he swallowed as much as he could before sucking harshly to get another mouthful. It was delicious but not the taste he was looking for. She was not what he was searching for.
Her whimpers were too high-pitch. Her body was too busty, her breast shoved against his chest as if her very body was defying his hold. Without retracting his fangs, his grip around her throat tightened in punishment. Her fingernails were clawing at his arms and with his free hand, he grabbed the flailing fingers and crushed them in his grip. Ten satisfying snaps reached his ears as bones gave way under his grip. She was too weak to cry out now, like a sweet little doll should be.
The locked closest door shattered open. Kanato snarled, his bite closing around the girl's throat, splashing blood against his uniform, gripping tightly to her neck, which killed her. His jaw had instinctively locked, refusing to release his prey with another predator so close. His nostrils flared, taking in the scent of his youngest brother.
"Impatient brat," Subaru still had his fist raise, evidence that it was his superior strength that broke the door open. Kanato's jaw loosened, the body falling limply to the floor, so he could turn and glare at his sibling. Subaru's crimson gaze narrowed as he looked at the bloody sight. "Bury the bodies before Reiji finds out. He's going to be pissed when he discovers you three hunted on school grounds."
He tossed something at Kanato's feet before leaving. Kanato leaned down to pick up the flimsy material he was familiar with. The bridal veil was white and stiff from lack of use. Kanato's fingers traced the edge of the cloth, admiring its design and stitching.
'So the church is finally supplying us again. How dare they forget about us this long!'
The flimsy material shredded between his fingers, the smaller sections falling to the floor while others pieces draped itself over his meal. Her blue eyes were still wide open, the glaze of death covering them, adding a white film over them. Kanato grounded his teeth together, getting angrier the longer he looked at those worthless eyes. They were the wrong shade!
He reached down and stuck his thumbs straight into her eyes. They popped like ripe cherries at his touch, fluid and blood decorating his digits. "How dare you look at me," he hissed out.
"Fufu. Dear brother, did you not want to share?"
"Go away."
Laito was leaning against the open doorway, eying the corpse Kanato was kneeling by. Laito licked his lips, his bright green eyes on the blood ruining Kanato's shirt. "Go bother Ayato," Kanato huffed as he stood back up.
Laito sighed dramatically. "I can't. Our dear brother decided to be the messenger and went back home to inform Reiji." His shoe poked at one torn pieces of the bridal veil. "Want to try something fun?"
"Leave me alone!" Kanato roared out before disappearing.
Laito frowned as he was left alone with the corpse. He always thought Kanato grew upset too easily but little could change that aspect of his personality. Laito stepped forward, letting the broken door close behind him. He carelessly gripped the wrist of the dead girl and pulled her limp body up. Bloody, broken eyes stared back at him, crushed fingers danged like broken stems and blood covered her upper body, a stark contrast to the purple marks around her throat.
"How shameful that he didn't let you scream." He let the body fall back into a heap on the floor. "How do they always leave me with the clean-up duty?"
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She was self-absorbed in her actions, her desire to be clean stronger than her desire to protect herself. It was too perfect of a moment, and the fact that his brothers had left her alone made it even sweeter. He reclined against the back of the wall, away from the reflective mirror as he watched her. A pleased sigh left her plump pink lips as she slipped into the bath, the steamy water caressing her skin and filling forbidden crevices. The warm water made her skin flush a delicate pink and despite his recent meal, he found himself craving her pure blood.
Ayato smirked when he caught sight of the clothes she planned on wearing resting in the nearby sink. She had raided his room, stealing one of his white shirt and one of the smaller pants. The short, delectable, outfit she was in earlier was thrown carelessly on the floor.
The light scent of soap filled the air. Roses and something soft, similar to rain, was being spread on her skin with her own thin fingers. He had only been there for a minute but the sensual image before him made it feel like forever. His vampiric mind would hold this memory in perfect clarity forever.
Her movements paused, her right hand resting on her left shoulder while her left hand was below the water, near her hip. There was a sharp spark as she finally realize she wasn't alone but Ayato moved faster than her.
His clothes were discarded on the floor, alongside her outfit and he was resting in the bathtub behind her. One arm wrapped around her stomach, dragging her back while he pressed his mouth to her neck, pulling his lips far enough back that she could feel the pressure of fangs against her soft skin.
"Osuwari!"
Ayato slowly blinked once, unsure if he had truly heard what she had said. Did she command him like a dog? His grip around her tightened, causing a whimper to escaped her throat. 'Did she believe she was a dominatrix?'
"Yours truly gives commands, he doesn't take them."
"Yours truly," her voice was saturated with mockery, "is going to be purified if he doesn't leave."
His lips pulled back, displaying his fangs even more, and he couldn't stop the excitement that raced down his spine. Her challenging nature appealed to the predator inside them all. They desired to chase her down, dominate her and hear her cry out who was the true master. It was an enticing game that could end in fighting or sex. Both outcomes were pleasing to Ayato.
"Don't challenge me," Ayato warned.
In a demanding manner, Ayato dragged his bare hand, the one not restricting her, along her silky smooth leg, all the way up to her hip. The scent of blood grew stronger as she flushed and tried to move away, but she was unsuccessful with the bathtub caging her on all sides and Ayato's unmovable arm still wrapped around her. A strained, wordless sound escaped her lips as Ayato moved the arm wrapped over her stomach, to grip her hip tightly, halting her protests.
"What do you think you're doing?" The furious woman commanded.
His free hand along her ribs, moving slowly up to her naked chest. Slowly, his bare fingertips teasing her damp skin with each stroke. Despite her shock, and reluctance, Ayato could feel her shivering in pleasure. His fingertips danced further up, over her full breast. The gentle touch transformed into a forceful grab as Ayato's hands engulfed her breast. A shocked sound, something between a whimper and a gasp, escaped her plump lips as she desperately tried to move back, away from the sudden grip. Her actions inadvertently rubbed her damp body against Ayato's bare skin. The arrogant vampire hissed in pleasured as arousal drummed through his body. The arm still around her stomach pulled her back even more, pressing every inch of him against her.
"Get off m-" Ayato loosened his grip to tweak a rosy nipple, cutting off her protest.
He could feel her confusion. Her spirit wanted to fight but her body was being battled with reluctant pleasure. The vampire grinned, his teeth pressing deeper into her skin as his hand continued to caress her sensitive mound, squeezing, tugging and playing with the sensitive handful of flesh. Her blood was rushing wildly in her veins, lighting up her naked flesh a bright rose hue. She was still feebly protesting but Ayato was not paying attention. Her scent had grown stronger in the midst of her embarrassment and the intoxicating scent was hypnotizing him. All he could think about was fucking her, drinking her blood and then bathing in her scent.
Her powers were sparking along her skin, like a live electric current. It was painful but exhilarating to feel it dancing across his skin, both caressing and biting at his own aura. Her scent was strengthening with each struggle she gave and yet, he was faintly surprised to realize that the mysterious power she wielded was not activating like it had before. It appeared that even her own body had accepted its submissive nature.
It was all the encouragement he needed.
His harsh grip relaxed as his fingers started to play with one nipple and then switch over to tease the other one. Her sensitive body jolted unexpectedly, almost breaking her free of his grip. With a deep growl he slammed her body back against him, caging her once more. The hand that was previously resting on her hip was now stroking the outside of her upper thigh, coaxing more of that sweet, confused scent from the core of his miko.
"Dirty girl," his tongue teased the skin of her neck.
With a yelp, Kagome slammed herself forward, throwing all her weight against the arms caging her in. Ayato grimaced in surprise but he was too slow to stop her from twisting in his grip. Her wet skin slid against his own until she was turned around to face him. He had only a moment to memorize the sight before him.
Her skin was flushed from embarrassment and the hot water, the pink hue a contrast to the cream and silver scarred skin. Her hair was impossibly darker with the water and lying flat against her body, outlining every slope and curve of her back and neck. Her rapidly heaving breasts were topped with dark red buds that were tight with arousal. Her most enchanting feature was the blue irises that were wide with shock but could not hide the excited haze over her eyes.
Ayato felt his own body stiffened even more with excitement at the sight before him.
He was prepared for a slap. He braced himself with the feminine squeal that embarrassed mortals gave out. He was not prepared for her to slice her hand out and to scratch across his throat like an angry feline. The jolts of purification that accompanied the blow was unexpected too.
His fangs were bared to the world as he gave a silent shout of pain. Through his own red haze of pain, he could see her smirking victoriously at his pained expression. Her eyes held the same light that predator's had when they had their prey cornered. The dark glint should have been a warning, but all it did was rouse his own instincts. If she wanted to inflict pain, surely she would enjoy receiving it too?
The pain was still drumming through his body, traveling from his recent scratches deep into his bones and along his body. It was pulsing, each beat steady and fast. 'A heartbeat?' With each painful throb, he felt his rational mind slipping. Instincts, long ago mastered, were demanding to be let loose.
The lingering scent of her pure, sweet essence was not helping.
His hands fell to grasp her hips painfully and drag her forward. Her body molded perfectly against his own but he didn't care. 'I must have her.' His nose buried itself at the junction of her shoulder, his mouth nipping and marking where he was going to bite.
She was struggling. Ayato could feel her every movement but despite her pretty, painful, light show, she was only mortal. She couldn't break his grip on her hips and her wild movement where only driving him more insane. He couldn't help himself when his hands shifted and started rocking her wiggling body against his own. Her young body dragged teasingly along his own, the damp center between her legs tracing his own arousal. The heat of the water was nothing compared to the wet warmth of her core.
The energetic bursts were getting stronger to more she struggled. Her sharp nails were digging deep into his shoulder blades, trying to inflict pain upon him. He shivered at each painful bite, his hands moving her faster as his lips pulled back to reveal glistening fangs.
"First everything," his husky voice reminded her.
His fangs dug deep and her sweet, virgin blood burst forward with no coaxing. He groaned gutturally and pulled her impossibly closer to him, his fangs sinking even deeper. A beautiful, tormented cry escaped her plump lips as he drank harshly from her. Her wiggling had ceased but her nails were digging in deep into his shoulders in response to the pain, sending painful jolts down his spine. Ayato naturally jerked forward at the feeling, driving himself against her even more. 'Just one small adjustment and she could be mine, body, soul and blood.'
"Motto." Ayato lipped against her skin as the blood continued to flow. More. He needed more. He lifted his head, disconnecting his bite, only to try and move to the other side. He would brand her with his mark. She was too unique, too perfect to pass up. Not even that bitch of his mother had tasted this sweet.
Now that his fangs weren't deeply imbedded in her fragile skin, she resumed her fight. A loud, ear-splitting scream escaped her lips as her nails scratched down his neck and back. Thin red marks were left in her wake as she tried to free herself.
Ayato was forced to let go of one of her hips to clamp his hand over her mouth, cutting her off mid-scream. His face was furrowed in a frown as he stared into her pained, defiant eyes. Something was wrong. That scream . . . It was wrong. It was not the scream he wanted to hear from her.
"Why did you scream?" He forcefully demanded.
In response she angled her head just enough to catch the edge of his palm in her teeth and bit down, hard.
It was his turn to give out a pained yelp. He yanked his hand free but not before a few droplets of his blood graced her tongue. It was erotic to know she was drinking his blood, even if it was just a few drops. Too bad his pain outweighed the glorious sight she just gifted him with, her lips parted in a pained pant with traces of his own blood still decorating her lips, teeth and tongue. She had to be punished for her attempt at dominance.
Before he could move, their sanctuary was breached.
Ayato's grip around her hip was broken as a stronger force pulled the furious miko out of the bathtub. Another pair of pairs, too similar to his own, wrapped around his own naked chest, keeping him from mindlessly pursuing his prey. A hiss escaped his throat, a wordless warning to his brothers, but they were uncaring. Before he could stop him, Shu disappeared with a naked Kagome in his arms.
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'Too bothersome.'
Yet, Shu couldn't deny that the sight of her caged within his brother's arms sent his possessive instincts raging. The fact that she had screamed so beautifully for Ayato, and a wooden door had muffled the sound, infuriated him. No one should hear those sounds but him.
He carelessly dumped the wet, squirming, pissed miko on her bed. Her strange power was dancing along her skin, setting the hair on the back of his neck raising. It was weaker than usual, which interested him. He watched in amusement as she wrapped herself in the thick blanket they supplied her, choosing to preserve her modesty first. She continued to roll, off the bed and disappearing behind it.
Silence like a grave descended.
Curiosity, and the scent of her bleeding neck, drew him closer. Silently he stalked forward. He expected to see her trembling in the corner of a wall, frightened like the mortal she was. He expected to find her fainted, much like their past bride. Yui had been molested and bitten against her will often too but the weak blonde would chose to escape to the dreamland than face reality.
The sudden appearance of Subaru was the only thing that saved Shu was being gravely injured.
The youngest brother appeared just behind the lunging miko, capturing both of her wrists in one hand, while wrapping his other hand around her stomach, pulling her back. Subaru managed to capture her just in time and all Shu could do was stare impassively at the tip of the blade that was a hair away from his left eye.
Her blanket had fallen low, holding only onto the top swell of her breasts. Blood still trailed sluggishly down her neck, the crimson color a contrast to her cream and silver skin. The blade was glowing a faint pink, making Shu's instincts cautious of the predatory powers in front of him. His lip pulled by a small amount, displaying the tip of one of his fangs in a defensive show. Subaru lifted her off of her feet, her legs kicking like a disturbed child.
She didn't say anything but the threat was clear in her raging blue eyes.
"I was not the one who attacked you," voiced Shu.
She didn't answer but her fingers tightened around the knife. She no longer cared who did it, she just wanted to lash out. Such a temperamental creature.
"Tsk." Subaru's finger dug into her delicate wrist, forcing her fingers open so the knife would drop. With the threat of the blade now resting on the floor, Subaru released his hold on her wrists, but he still kept one arm wrapped around her hips, holding her in place.
Instantly her hand swung back, pressing her palm against the vampire holding her captive. Pink sparks danced along her fingertips, shocking Subaru until he dropped her. She scrambled for the knife but before she could grab it, Shu moved first. The eldest grabbed her weapon and was back in his original spot before she could notice his movement. For a moment, she stared stupidly at the place where the knife was, to where the two brothers suddenly stood together.
"This is stupid," Subaru growled. "You agreed to be a bride. Your blood is no longer yours."
She blushed in humiliation and snapped out, "I didn't agree to be molested!"
A loud sniff displayed Subaru taking in the scent around him. They could all smell the faint traces of arousal that still lingered on her skin. She may not have wanted it but on some level, she had enjoyed it. Kagome's blush got even darker as her temper flared.
"I don't know what fucking century you think you're from but consent needs to come first. Touch me without my permission again and I'll hunt you down one by one."
Subaru's eyes narrowed at the threat. "Do you think you can truly kill us?"
"Not as a group but separate, I think I can. I've taken out bigger threats than you."
The scary thing was, Shu believed her. Her eyes were haunted and her will to live, to fight, was stronger than all the mortals he had met. Even stronger than the young boy he had met, too long ago.
'Consent.'
Shu sighed. This was too much. His peaceful world had been destroyed since he took an interest in her. She was too much trouble and the longer she stayed, the more hassle she would cause. Why did he care again? The scent of her pure blood was not worth fighting his brothers for. It would be too much effort to extend her fate.
If she died he would keep the dog. That's all he desired.
He left the room, seeing no reason to stay any longer. She was alive, ready to cause more disturbances later. She was away from his brother, no longer creating that maddening scent that upset him deeply.
His mattress molded itself around his supine form, the soft material coaxing him into sleep. Before he could drift off, he reached up to play his music. He chose to ignore the fact that despite the dark melody that whispered into his ear, it was the soft tune of a child's song that haunted his mind.
Her blood was not worth it. Yet, he had taken her from away from his brother.
Her arousal was distressing when mixed with his brother's scent. Yet, he wanted to smell how their scents would mix.
Her singing followed him even in sleep, but it was the image of the blade he purposely left behind that haunted him.
'How troublesome.'
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Unknown to the miko, her words could be heard throughout the manor. Laito's head was tilted to the side, catching the last of her fading words. A wicked grin flashed across his face as he leaned down to press his nose against the naked shoulder of his brother. Ayato was leaning back, alone in the bath water, still panting. His pupils had yet to undilated, adding to the crazed gleam there and from his open mouth, Laito could see his tongue constantly swiping over his fangs, savoring the last of the miko's blood.
Neither of them cared that Ayato was naked or that one of Laito's hands, the one not restraining Ayato, was trailing over his naked chest absentmindedly. Ayato was too lost in his bloodlust to notice the lingering touch of his brother and Laito was more concerned with inhaling the scent of her arousal that still lingered on Ayato's skin.
"You were too rough," Laito complained lightly. "Or maybe, not rough enough." 'She had been able to scream and fight back. With a little bit of pain, that could have been avoided.'
"Yours truly can do anything he wants to her," Ayato blinked out of his daze and swatted Laito's wandering hand away before it could travel any lower. "She belongs to me."
"I can share."
"She belongs only to me."
There was a moment of silence before Laito said, "Not if she screams my name first."
'Consent.' That was the word that lingered in their minds.
. ~: . V . :~ .
Subaru threw the torn bridal veil onto the ground, before the kneeling miko. Laito had seen fit to return it to Subaru earlier, claiming he would like the color. Except, its startling pure color now mocked the two remaining souls in the room. Subaru had long grown to hate the color white, for its mockery at innocence. His own mother had cherished the color, so all it did was remind him of her crumbling mind and his failure to protect her.
What pissed him off was that the woman before him was doing a decent job at reminding him of his failures. His hands balled into fists by his side as he glared at her. Fearlessly, she met his gaze and glared back. The blanket was wrapped firmly around her once more, preserving her modesty.
"Get out," she hissed.
"You're selfish." He struck out, unable to contain his fury. 'How dare she.' The wall to his side shook from the impact and an impact crater was formed. She didn't flinch, her glare just darkened.
"Because I don't want to be raped or because I don't want to be a bride?" She spat back.
'Idiot.' "That means someone is going to die for you."
He watched her reach out to grab the material. She brought it closer to her, inspecting it for something. Finally she admitted defeat and looked up at him. A question lingered in her depths though she didn't drop her defensive posture.
"The church is sending a new sacrificial bride."
She was nervously fiddling with the torn veil, her callus fingertips damaging the delicate edges. "I thought I was the sacrificial bride."
"You don't even know your role." Why the fuck did she agree to be their bride if she didn't know what was expected of her? 'For her family.' A taunting voice murmured in the back of his head. "You should speak with Reiji." Let the self proclaimed head of the house handled her questions.
He turned to leave when her soft voice stopped him. "Wait."
He wanted to ignore her. He wanted to turn away but instead he found himself turning towards her, like a pet. He stared uncaringly at her as she nervously tightened the blanket around her. Her free hand reached up to rest on the dried blood on her neck, the wound already healed.
"You just want my blood right? That's what you were all speaking about the night I arrived." How foolish she was. She did not yet know that feeding and fucking were entwined in their nature.
He couldn't stand to be around her stupidity any longer. "You're a blood bag. Why else would you be here?"
He turned his back to her and gave her one last warning. "They'll come for you."
Subaru knew that by the end of her pitiful life, he would hate the color blue too. White. Blue. Both contained pleading innocence that he would not save.
. ~: . V . :~ .
It was punishment, or perhaps they just liked her caged. Either way, Kagome found herself locked away in her room again, this time with a metal slide lock on the outside of the door. She could feel the vampires were lingering closer to her room than usual too. She could sense their dark energy, nipping and teasing her own aura. One aura was more forceful than the others and instinctively Kagome knew this was Ayato, trying to entice her to escape. His aura had more energetic and frisky since their interrupted time in the bathroom.
During the first locked away night, she was content to sit on her bed and sing. When she awoke on the second day, she would find several new, ordinary outfits resting on her bed. Strangely enough, they looked nearly identical to the clothes she had attempted to steal from one of the vampires. On the second night, she paced the room and tried to use her aura to entice the vampires to free her. It failed. On the third night, she moved one of her dressers and her bed, in an attempt to organize her prison to her liking.
"I can out wait you fuckers," she huffed to herself as she heaved the bed more to the right, away from her large window.
She knew her words were true. She was immortal and had eternity at her fingertips. Them? Well she had yet to meet another creature who was immortal like her. She was alone in the world and had been for almost two centuries. The only thing to keep her mostly sane was the thinning wolf lineage and her journals. Both of which were being kept from her at the moment.
Her stomach clenched and grumbled, breaking her out of her thoughts.
She had not eaten since that disastrous dinner meeting that Reiji had tried. Her stomach mutters it displeasure once more but with one body part now voicing its displeasure, the rest of her body complained. She vainly tried to wet her lips, now aware of the dry, scratching feeling in her throat. Three days were not the longest she had survived without water, her record was seven days, but that knowledge didn't make her any less uncomfortable.
She could not die but dying still hurt like a bitch.
On the fourth night, she sensed a change. Half-awake, with a growling stomach and dry throat, she sensed the new aura entering the manor. It was naive, soft, young, and mortal. She felt its energy, different than the half of dozen that had been circling her for days. Coincidently, that night was the farthest the vampires had ever been from her room.
"Hello?" She sounded like an innocent.
The naivety in her tone was what truly rose the young miko. She could never sit by and let an innocent person get hurt. Not while it was in her power to help them. Too much blood stained her hands already and she was unwilling to add more. Her hand reached across the bed, mindlessly searching for the welcoming touch of fur to greet her fingertips. Instead, soft silk moved gently between her digits. She pulled the material closer as she pushed herself up. The wedding veil was laid in her lap, a reminder of why the girl was there.
"Is anyone home?"
She wasn't going to survive. Already Kagome could feel her vampires lurking closer to the new woman, their auras darker as they hunted. Outside her door, she was aware of paw steps scuffling along the floor and then a large weight being put on the door. There was snuffling, metal sliding and then her door swung open.
Dim blue eyes looked up at see a large mongrel standing in the doorway. Massive round ears were perked forward and his tail was held high in a challenging manner. The miko sighed as she locked eyes with the canine. She knew that stubborn stance, it had passed through the generations for ages.
"You want me to save her."
A rumbled, not quite a growl but not a purr, answered her.
"You know that will seal my own fate."
Mamoru nodded his head twice. 'I guess there was no escaping this to begin with.'
"Your instincts are terrible! I swear the last sensible companion I had was your great-grandmother."
Mamoru snorted in disbelief before shaking out his thick, red fur.
Kagome didn't even think about the encounter that had just happened. For her, it was completely normal to have conversations with her canines. Eight generations ago, her companions had even been able to speak back to her, though that talent was lost as more mixed blood appeared. Still, even now, Mamoru held higher intelligence than all other dogs and understood her words.
Kagome leaned down and grabbed the kitchen knife that was still on her floor. She found it odd that they had yet to take the weapon from her. Shu had held it in his hands, but still chose to drop it when he left. Maybe they didn't think it could be used against them? True, the knife wouldn't harm them without her channeling her purification powers into it, but it was still a weapon. Did they underestimate her that much?
Impatient barking scolded her for her delay.
"Alright," Kagome snapped out, "bring me to the innocent."
The burly mutt prowled the hallway with Kagome trailing behind him. She purposely held the blade out, letting its tip drag along the walls. It cut wallpaper, sliced through wood and made a low sound, sending its threatening intention to all who had supernatural hearing.
Instead of heading for the front door, Mamoru guided her deeper into manor. Kagome could feel the stranger ascending the front stairs, marking her location on the other side of the manor. She wanted to question her hound but she trusted him. His instincts had gotten her out of many doomed situations before.
She felt when the vampires' intentions grew murderous. Two dark auras descended on her and a scream ripped the air apart. Kagome froze, waiting for her aura to give out but it remained strong. Kagome could feel her running away, as the vampires hung back. The miko was surprised to feel the girl running straight towards them, heading deeper into the manor.
"They like to play with their food," Kagome realized. That explained the attempted foreplay before Ayato's bite and Kanato's sick game he tried to play before she was brought here. They enjoyed the hunt. Mamoru quietly woofed once in affirmative, confirming her musing.
"Help me, please!"
She could feel another aura cut the girl off, causing more screaming, before she ran in a new direction. Mamoru adjusted his own course, ducking down a hallway with Kagome following close behind. The three auras were hunting together now, unknowingly herding the innocent girl towards them. Mamoru picked up his pace, suddenly running down a hallway with Kagome on his tail.
All three of them crashed together in a tangle of limbs and fur.
Habitually Kagome flung her arm out, keeping her knife away from the dog pile she suddenly found herself in. There was heavy weight on her, as she was at the bottom of the pile, and they were squirming. A hand innocently brushed her inner thigh and a paw slammed into her stomach, knocking the breath out of the miko. It felt like forever, especially with her gasping for air, but finally the three sorted themselves out, with the girl standing up, Mamoru by her side and Kagome wheezing on the floor.
She looked up to see the woman her dog wanted to save.
She was beautiful in a traditional way. Her skin was a tan color that spoke of an active lifestyle. Her body was thin and limber with no unnecessary fat. She had long straight black hair that flowed to just beneath her shoulder blades. She held her hair in a ponytail, which displayed the straight cut bangs across her forehead. Warm chocolate brown eyes looked down at her, full of fear.
'A laughing woman that gossiped with her. Her eyes shining with joy as she announced her pregnancy. A monk wrapping the woman in his arms, both of them basking in love as she watched enviously. A small cream kitten prancing around the woman's feet as she danced.
'Screams. Blood. She was declined on the floor, her body twisted in pain as she pushed. Kagome was panicking, unsure what to do but knowing something was wrong. There was too much blood. Blood. Blood on the floor. Blood around the screaming firstborn that she barely glanced at. She was focused on the mother. There was too much blood. She was weak and there was one more.
'Screams. Agony. Panic. The second twin was born, a stillborn with the umbilical cord wrapped around its neck. The mother was too weak though and had lost too much blood. Kagome could only cry as she watched her best friend die before her eyes. She was too naive to do anything to save her.'
One loud bark, right in her ear, snapped her out of her memory. The woman was still standing in front of her, crying and clutching her bleeding, bitten wrist. Mamoru was wrapped protectively around the stranger's legs, his ears flickering around as he tried to track the nearby vampires.
"Sango?" Kagome whispered, unable to currently separate past from present.
"No," she was so hesitant to answer. "My name is Fuji."
'Not the same. They're different.'
Mamoru barked again, this time ending in a growl. The vampires were closer now and would be upon them in a few seconds. Kagome had achieved her original goal of getting to the innocent. Now she had to come up with a plan that ended with both of them living. Kagome couldn't fight the vampires. Picking them off one by one would be easy but they were clustering together now and even as a powerful, immortal miko, Kagome had her limits.
"If I distract them, can you get her free?"
Mamoru nodded.
Kagome pushed herself to her feet and immediately wrapped the strange girl in a tight hug, mindful of the knife she still held. Fuji stiffened in her grasp, her breath hitching in her throat. She tried to wiggle away but Kagome was unrelenting. The miko tightened her hug and buried her face into Fuji's shoulder. Kagome didn't know when she started to cry but she knew her tears were soaking into Fuji's shirt.
"Follow Mamoru, he'll lead you out." She whispered just loud enough to be heard. "Run away and forget you were here. Run and never look back."
Kagome backed off but kept her hand on Fuhji's shoulder. She looked deep into Fuji's eyes, drowning in their chocolate depths. Fuji. Sango. Different people but so alike in appearance. The longer she looked, the more her heart ached for things that had long since died.
"Thank you," Kagome whispered. She didn't know if she was speaking to the past, or the present, but it didn't matter to her.
"For what?"
"Existing," she flashed a watery smile, her eyes still streaming tears, before letting go. She looked down at Mamoru, who was gazing up at her with concern. She huffed, shaking off his questioning gaze. She reached down and brushed a reassuring hand over his furry ears.
"Keep her safe. Lead her off the property and then come back to me."
The canine nuzzled into her palm, a parting good-bye, then he turned to carefully grab Fuji's shirt between his sharp teeth and tug. The bride took a few hesitant steps forward, still gazing at Kagome. "If you don't come with us, you'll die."
Kagome didn't answer and Mamoru gave one more sharp tug, pulling Fuji's full attention to the canine. 'Time is wasting.' She gave one last glance at Kagome, still unsure, before obediently following Mamoru. Kagome watched as Mamoru lead Fuji deeper into the hallway, letting the shadows swallow their forms until they disappeared.
Kagome took a precious second to gather her wits. The flashes she got from the past always disoriented her when she received them. She leaned against a nearby wall, her gaze looking down on the knife in her hands. She had to distract the vampire and give Mamoru time to escort Fuji away. They were predators already consumed by the heat and thrill of the hunt. It was unlikely that they would chose to ignore their target if she spoke to them.
No, she had to give them something else to hunt.
She brought the blade up, gazing at the reflection that gazed back. She moved the blade down, resting its edge against the underside of her wrist. Several silver scars already marred her flesh, revealing that this was not the first time a blade had rested there.
She took a deep breath through her nose and sliced.
Sharp pain raced up her arm but she ignored it. She brought the blade up, making another cut on the inner crease of her elbow. Crimson blood welled to the surface, flowing over her skin before falling to the floor. It was a hypnotizing sight, watching what others would consider precious, flow over and waste to the floor. The iron smell of her blood filled her nostrils, burning itself into her memory.
She reached out and smeared a hefty amount on a nearby wall. The wallpaper turned a haunting shade before accepting her blood offering. With a twisted grin, Kagome turned and took off down a different hallway. She made sure to let her blood drip to the carpet and she reached out every few seconds to drag her bleeding wrist against the wall.
She painted a crimson trail for them to follow.
. ~: . V . :~ .
It called to everyone, even those not participating in the hunt. The original three auras switched targets in a heartbeat, veering off their trail to chase after her. Not even a minute had passed before another aura became known, this one trailing sluggishly behind the others. Kagome could feel the jewel inside her growing excited at the atmosphere of a hunt but she stubbornly kept it under control, not letting it release any energy. This hunt would mean nothing if she scared them off or proved to be too difficult of a target.
Placidly, the jewel listen to her.
For this chase, Kagome was unprepared. She didn't know the layout of her territory, her blood was too strong, continuously luring them in, and the vampires had talents she had yet to learn. The only redeeming feature that was keeping her alive was that her hunters liked to play.
She barely managed to swerve down a small hallway, avoiding the vampire that appeared further down the hall. Kagome thought her heart had stopped when he suddenly appeared and the manic grin on his face revealed that he was enjoying toying with her.
"Cheater," she panted out as she found her footing on the carpet and darted off.
Kanato's giggles echoed eerily behind her.
"Teleportation or fast speed?" Kagome murmured to herself as she darted around another corner. There was no ends to this house!
'No matter the answer, this proves that they could easily corner me.' Kagome yelped as she felt soft fingertips trailing through her hair. She glanced over her shoulder to see Laito standing behind her retreating figure. They were getting closer now. 'How long until the game ends?'
She looked down at her bleeding arm. Despite her trying to contain the jewel, it was slowly healing her wounds, keeping any life threatening harm away from its guardian. All that was left of the deep cuts was a shallow nick and fading pink lines. With a grimace, Kagome stopped and raised her blade once again. 'More bait,' Kagome thought as she dragged the sharp edge against her skin, effortlessly cutting through the recently healed wounds. This time, she made sure to dig even deeper, spilling more blood and splitting skin and muscle.
A second too late, she realized her mistake. 'I cut too deep.' She was losing too much blood now and her mind was growing weak. She stumbled down her path, sometimes leaning against the wall for support, determined to give Fuji more time to escape. She whimpered as her vision blurred, the edges darkening as her vision threatened to go black. She stumbled, her legs giving out and sending her to her hands and knees.
Vertigo made it difficult to keep track of her position, threatening to send her sprawling fully to the floor. She felt nausea growing in the pit of her stomach as she was forced to look and watch her blood flow. The cuts were even deeper than she originally thought, trailing blood down her arm in a smooth, thin stream and creating a small puddle where she kneeled. The sight of herself bleeding never grew easier to tolerate, not even after five hundred years.
"You should have ran when you had the chance," a pair of white boots appeared in front of her. "It is stupid to sacrifice yourself for her."
Kagome found this funny. They could never understand. They were predators, where only the strongest survive. They didn't know how it felt to be human, and to want for the safety of others. "She reminded me of someone," the miko whispered with a worn smile.
His pants creaked as he leaned down, bringing his face into her vision. He was scowling at her, his visible red eye crinkled in rage. His body was tense, keeping himself in place despite the allure of her blood. Her simple answer only pissed off the highly agitated vampire.
"You're going to die here," he growled.
Kagome's limbs finally gave out, sending her sprawling supine to the floor. A pool of her own blood lapped at her clothes and skin, its temperature cooling rapidly. The iron taste of her blood on her lips had her gagging. "Can't," she answered between heaves.
His fist slammed into the ground in front of her, sending a few more bloods of her blood flying into her face. "What do you know? Your body may not break, but I can shatter your mind." In her darkening vision, Kagome could clearly see the conflict on his face.
She yelped as he grabbed her bleeding wrist and brought it to his lips. She was prepared to feel his tongue around her flesh or his fangs sinking deep but instead, he just rested his lips around her open, bleeding wound.
"What do you expect of me?" She couldn't hear him but she could feel each word being formed around her skin. "What do you want, from me?"
Though hidden, she could hear the dark undertone. She had heard this haunted, helpless tone before. It was the same, over and over, no matter the species or generation. In her blood loss confusion, the face before her blurred, bringing an old memory to the surface.
A fond smile grace her fingers and her finger weakly caressed the skin of his cheek. She wasn't seeing her hunter or capturer, she was seeing a confused hanyou with honey bright eyes. It wasn't the first time Inuyasha had approached her for comfort, though he was always too prideful to ask for it.
Still she gave it, just like she was doing now.
Bright red eyes widened in shock, breaking her illusion. His disturbed expression fell into a deep frown and instead of feeling soft lips against her skin, she could feel razor sharp teeth. He bit down before she could defend herself, digging his teeth in deeply. The miko's back arched upward at the sudden pain, her mouth opened in a silent scream.
Unlike his brother, Subaru's bite had more power behind it. His grip around her wrist tightened at the same time, sending different bolts of pain through her. His grip was unwavering, his hand holding her in place while his fangs and tongue coaxed more blood out of her.
She didn't have much to give. Most of her liquid life decorated the walls and carpet. For the first few seconds, Subaru insisted on sucking deeply at the wounds, coaxing more and more out of her. Each tug was more painful for than the last as her body protested at the loss of blood. Then, his feeding changed.
His fangs were still buried in her skin but he had ceased his sucking and his fangs didn't dig in deeper. Instead, his tongue came forward to taste her. It danced in complex movement, coaxing, swiping, digging and caressing. She couldn't help the shiver that raced down her back at the touch, her wrist had always been sensitive.
When he unlatched his fangs, Kagome blinked the haze away from her eyes and followed Subaru's crimson gaze to her wrist. The first cut had been healed by his saliva, not even leaving a mark behind. Subaru leaned down, trailing his nose along the underside of her forearms, up to the second cut of her arm.
The pattern repeated. He bit down harshly, swallowing the first few mouthful, before tampering off and licking the wound. The second bite passed in a haze, the pain and pleasure blurring into one sensation that she strangely liked.
She was losing conscience, and afraid of another bite, she tried to warn him. "Wai-"
"You have no right to refuse me," he lipped against her healing second cut.
He carelessly let her arm drop and then reached for her neck. His hands combed through her long hair, not paying mind to the sticky blood on some strands, before cradling the back of her head. He leaned down, while lifting her neck and head up, until they nearly nose to nose. Kagome whimpered, she knew she was losing the fight to stay conscience, and damn it, she was tired of fainting or losing conscience around the vampires.
"Don't look at me with those eyes," Subaru growled out, his breath washing over her face. "I'm not your savior."
"No," Kagome was no fool. She had no feeling for her captors. She wasn't stupid enough to care for those who just wanted to kill her. Yet, she was too innocent to let another die in her place. Fuji didn't have the abilities she had. Kagome knew she would be free, either after time takes the vampires, or when she manages to kill them herself. "You are not."
He leaned down even closer, their lips nearly touching. She held her breath, waiting for the kiss, but instead, his tongue flickered out. The pale pink muscle traced her lips, catching the stray blood droplets from before. The touch was light, and so quick, she almost missed it.
There was a moment of stillness, full of tension, as he pulled back and stared into her eyes. 'I wonder what he sees, reflect there.' She stared into his own crimson gaze, and only saw herself, sprawled on the floor in a puddle of her own blood. She looked broken, pathetic and weak. 'Is it the same thing I see?'
"You're mine," Subaru stated firmly.
"I'm not," Kagome found the energy to still protest. "I refuse to submit to you."
"She belongs to yours truly," Ayato appeared behind the pair, glaring darkly at their close contact.
Kagome shook her head and then regretted it. She moaned loudly, her stomach lurching in revolt and her mind wanting to close down. She tried to roll into a ball to relieve her upset stomach but Subaru refused to let go of her neck. "None of you," she tried to explain. She knew it was only their supernatural hearing that gave them the ability to hear her.
Laito was now kneeling by Subaru's side, his own hand reaching out to run his fingers against her side. Ayato hissed from behind them, while Subaru turned a deadly glare to his half-brother. Laito's green eyed switched from his fingers, tracing her side, to the blood on the floor, and then to Subaru's possessive grip on her neck.
"You must admit," Laito spoke seriously, his tone green with envy, "Subaru has held and touched hato longer than any of us." Kagome's eyes widened at the realization that she was still, subconsciously, keeping the jewel in submission. "Could it be, that seduction is the way to gain your submission?"
Despite his seemingly threatening words, Kagome felt her face erupt in a blush. She blamed it on the fact that she could feel all six auras lurking in the hallway now, and there was no way they had missed Laito's words.
"Pretty words won't make me submit."
"No," Kanato appeared near her feet. "But pain and pleasure might."
She tried to struggle free but there was no escape. Subaru was too strong, she was too weak, and she was surrounded by vampires. She knew she never had a chance at winning and now, the hunt was over. She was caught and with the smell of her blood now tainting the very walls, there was no hope of getting free. She had teased the predators, one too many times. To make it worse, based on the six fanged grins around her, Laito's words had inspired a new hunting method.
About two or three thousand word bonus for those patiently waiting (not counting my notes, above and here). Unfortunately, I hit a massive writer's block with this story (I've never struggle so much with a story before!) and I find my attention wandering. However, this story is not abandoned. If, and I'm not saying I will, but if I choose to abandon this story, I will clearly update the first and last chapter to say so. So if you don't see that, then the story is not abandoned. Fret not, take a deep breath, continue reviewing for me.
Speaking of reviews, I did not answer any last chapter and I'm sorry. My life became tangled and I just didn't have the time, (I spent all my free time writing this), however, some good questions and thoughts were brought up. I will probably answer those in the next week. Otherwise, those who review this chapter, will be hearing back from me. So, you may get two messages from me if you're one of my regulars.
This chapter is dedicated to Subaru and Shu! Why? I noticed their names brought up the most in regards to last chapter's question. I was rereading the reviews, trying to find inspiration, and afterwards, those two just commanded my typing. Told you, your words are a main inspiration for this story.
For me, Shu is my favorite brother, hands down. Laito is a guilty desire that comes in as a close second. Sometimes they tie, depending on my mood.
As a reward for your reviews and reading my ramblings, now it's your turn. You get to ask me one question, any question. Ask me about the story, the weather, headcannons, anything. The only question you may not answer me, is the pairing of this story.
-Nightshade
July 3rd, 2016 : Kinda saw this coming. There seems to be a misunderstanding about this story. So let me take a few moments and clear this up. One, in no way am I supporting rape. For those unaware, it is possible to feel arousal while being molested or raped. This is a body reaction and not due to the person. It can't be helped sometimes. This is what happens to our dear miko. She does not want it, but her body reacted against her will. She fought back afterwards and made it clear her opinion, that consent needs to come first. The vampires are not human and I've tried to empathize this. They do not think like humans or feel like humans. I plan on having this changed in the future but it takes time. It would be too OOC to suddenly change them. This is not me supporting rape but following the DiaLovers script to begin with. There are many situations within the DiaLovers story/games/animes that is bordering on molestation and rape. If you think otherwise, you are kidding yourself. Kagome will not be raped in this story, it was never in the plans and will never be in the plans.
I warned above, that you need to be familiar with the DiaLovers fandom. This game was meant for a mature audience and this story will be the same. There are many touchy subjects will we will be exploring and while I support discussions, arguments and disagreements, I will not tolerate being accused of supporting rape or molestation.
An author does not always agree with what she writes or how the characters act. But she writes it because that's the personality of the characters. The Sakamaki see Kagome as an object, it's that simple. Do I plan to change that? Yes. Will it be a bumpy ride as we get to that point? Probably. I understand if this story is not up to your standards anymore due to content, and I am sorry to lose a reader like that but it can not be helped.