Disclaimer: I do not own Diabolik Lovers or its characters, that right belongs to Rejet. Nor do I own Inuyasha or its characters, that right belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.

Author's Notes: I have had this idea for a while. And been lazy, on top of IRL kicking my proverbial ass. So, without further ado, I give you the third Mukami brother. Before you all rip into me. I did some serious research on a specific name. It is not Traditional and has different translations to than one would think. And chose the one that was best suited for this story. IF you don't like it, then don't say anything if you have nothing nice to say.

He sat there in class, listening to the Teacher droning on and on. More than a bit bored, but knew what was expected of him, as well as his brothers though that didn't make it any easier. Not when he'd rather be outside. It was out of fear he didn't lose his temper and go on one of what his brothers termed rampages. Reaching a hand down into his blazer for another sugar cube, he became still. It was empty except for a few granules of sugar that now coated his fingertips. Making his brown eyes go wide.

Irritation rolled off him in waves, causing a few of his fellow classmates to shift uncomfortably away from him in their seats even though they had no clue. While the sharp intake of breath from the one sitting before him and to his immediate right drew his attention, they were making him wonder when the girl had even gotten there. Her long, wavy dark hair stood out in contrast to the pale skin he could see of her hands. It had him furrowing his brows as he slumped into his seat, arms draped across his chest as he waited for the bell.

Though his gaze kept going back to the girl, who didn't seem to notice (which was odd) or didn't care (again odd), trying to place the girl, realizing he hadn't even seen her, to begin with. And fixating on her seemed to be helping with his growing anger at not having any more sugar cubes.

It'd been a week since he'd run out of his sugar cubes. And Yuma had taken great care to always make sure to pack extra to keep from having that happen again. His temper had flared dangerously by the end of the day. It was leading him to almost picking a fight with one of the Sakamaki's. Not that he'd have a problem ripping the throat out of that particular one, annoying bastard. But now he was once more in that predicament of having an empty pocket, just a tiny little granules of sugar again.

This time though, he had more in his locker. But it was the start of the class. A whole two hours. And he was already in a bad mood, having been late getting up, unable to attend to his small garden before coming to school. So, if he did lose his temper on anyone, it was not his fault. Letting his eyes roam around the class, he found that the girl from last week was sitting where she had been before — one seat in front of him and to his right. Her head was tilted to the side as she listened to the teacher drone on about the Edo period of Japan's history. And noted how she would huff and mutter under her breath about how inaccurate the Teacher was being.

It struck him as odd, but Yuma didn't question it as he decided just to ignore the strange girl. Who he had not been able to find out anything on. It was like she didn't exist at all in the school, yet there she was before him. Once more, he slumped in his seat, draping his arms across his chest. Closing his eyes and deciding a small nap would do him and everyone else a bit of good.

It was the soft tap of something hitting his desk that had him snapping his eyes open. Looking down at his desk Yuma couldn't help the confusion he knew showed on his face. There was a small cylinder-shaped tube that was golden in color. Looking around, he saw no one else, even paying attention to him. In fact, it was like they were all shying away from him once more. Meaning he was violently exuding his aura again.

Unsure of the object, Yuma picked it up and looked at it. He was bringing it to his nose to sniff and getting only a whiff of plastic. Whatever was in it didn't permeate the material. A thing he didn't like about these modern times: smells could be far different than what the actual thing was. Carefully he used a nail to slice into the little tube, just to have his nose assaulted with an overly sweet scent of honey. Making his mouth water.

Giving another quick look around the classroom, wondering which of the five students around him would have the audacity to do put this on his desk, or how they did it and him not noticing until he heard the sound of it landing on it. Deciding it was too much work to think about, Yuma finished cutting the end off and popped it into his mouth enjoy for the last forty-five minutes of the class, finding the honey within flavored with Cinnamon. Not his favorite, but it would do as he settled back into his slouched posture, arms draped over his chest once more.

Yuma stared down at his desk. He had gotten in just before the bell rang due to an altercation between Ayato and Ruki again. Sitting innocuously on his desk was three sticks of honey. Each a slightly different color variation of the golden substance in it. One was pure straight yellow, another had a distinctive red tint to it, and the last held a green tint. That had him curious and worried though it was a folded piece of paper underneath the three sticks that put him on alert.

Sitting down, getting set up, Yuma carefully pulled a folded piece of paper from under the sticks and opened it and read the few written words on it a few times. A smile was tilting the corner of his lips at what was there. Whoever had given him the honey sticks had an odd sense of humor and were very skilled at observing without being obvious. He is thus narrowing it down from five to three people though he wondered if it was the dark-haired girl that always seemed to just vanish from memory until one looked at her.

"Miss Higurashi, would you please read pages 345 to 347 please on the Edo Period reform."

Their Teacher had him snapping his head up from the little note just to see the dark-haired girl stand and began to read in a soft, gentle voice that carried easily as she read from their history books. He could hear the inflection in her voice change as she read specific passages that told him she didn't agree with what was in the books or fondness, as if from memory, at others — making the strange girl more complex. Intriguing even.

Another week has come and gone, and Yuma was sitting in his regular seat in class again. This time though, he watched as his fellow classmates filed in. Noting that the girl didn't appear as the bell rang. He was curling his lip when someone else tried to sit in her now empty seat, making that person decides to sit elsewhere. Not that it was unusual. There were times when he sat in class and wanted no one around him at all.

So, the moment the Teacher began to drone on, Yuma leaned back and listened half-heartedly, pulling out the last of the three honey sticks. It was a green one. He had been leery of eating it because of the color alone. But after eating the distinctively red one and finding it to be strawberry flavored honey while the one before it was lemon, he fingered Lime and honey couldn't be too bad.

With a flick of his finger, he had the tip-off and the stick in his mouth. The sweet flavor of the honey coating his tongue in the sugary goodness before he got the distinct flavor of pistachio. Making him spit the damn stick from his mouth and frown. How the fuck someone could flavor honey with pistachio he didn't know, but it was wrong. Disgusting even. And now whoever gave him the damn honey sticks had a target on their backs. Because no one played a fucking joke on him like that, his mind formulated a perfect plan on how to bring extreme pain to their person for this slight.

Once more, Yuma found a note on his desk along with three more sticks of honey. He easily debated on just grabbing them and pointedly taking them to the trash can. But instead, he would be patient, draw his prey into his trap, and exact his vengeance. It was time-consuming, using more energy than he cared to expend though it was worth it to find out who would give him such a sweet treat and then ruin it for their demented pleasure.

Sitting down, he pulled the note out again and unfolded it and reading a brief but concise apology. That they'd given him the wrong green honey stick, and now had an angry family member. And at the end was listed the three flavors for the three sticks sitting on his desk. Meaning he now had his three people narrowed down to two. Since the girl hadn't been there when he had eaten the green-colored honey stick.

"Hey, Kagome… your family issue resolved?"

He was lifting his head to look at the person sitting in front of him as they spoke to the raven-haired girl. Just to realize he now had her full name. Higurashi, Kagome. It was rather interesting to know that her name translated to Lost and Sunset. Somehow, Yuma felt suited to the girl completely. Though why he didn't know.

When the girl just looked at the person, Yuma got a glimpse of her face. It was pale, set with a pert nose below what seemed to be very blue eyes that made his brother Kou's look dull. While pink lips pulled up into a small smile. Making him take more notice of the girl. Only for her to turn her head further and look at him and flash a warm, very inviting smile, before turning to face the front of the class as the Teacher called them to attention. She was leaving Yuma to stare at the back of her head in mild confusion.

A whole month had passed since the first time he had gotten the Honey stick and still was not any closer to finding out who had put it on his desk. And even with the apology note, he always wanted to exact some physical harm on the person. Though in the last week and a half, he had been more fixated on the raven-haired girl Kagome. Who he had found was rather studious, very opinionated, easy to be around.

"Hey, is there something about me that is so fascinating?"

Snapping back to reality, he realized that the girl was speaking to him. The way her pink lips were pressed into a line made it obvious she was trying to not laugh at him. Making Yuma frown at the girl as he pulled out last of his latest three honey sticks. This was supposed to be blackberry flavored. His eyes never leaving Kagome's, as he noted the way her eyes got wide, and she let a brief smile curled her lips.

"Well?"

At her question, he just stuck the honey stick in his mouth and stared blankly at her. He was wondering if his silence had been a que for her to speak to him. Not once had he ever invited being spoken to at school other than his brothers and on the odd occasion the Sakamaki's.

"Hmm, being a stubborn ass, huh?" she said, shrugging her shoulders. "Well, at least you like the honey sticks I keep giving you. Keeps you from throwing that powerful aura of yours around like a petulant child having a tantrum."

Being who and what he was, was the only thing that kept Yuma from letting his mouth drop open in shock and letting his treat fall out. He had figured that she wasn't the one who'd given him the treats. And now she was spouting off at the mouth that she had done it and why. Though it was intriguing that she knew what he was doing when angry, just not happy about the fact she called him a petulant child while doing so.

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to ruffle your feathers or damage your ego," she said, her eyes narrowing as she smirked at him. "Either way, sugar is a much better form of sugar. Kind of like it had been squared or cubed. Good for helping you stay awake and use your brain more efficiently."

Still, he said nothing. He was causing Kagome to shrug her shoulders again and face the front of the classroom. Her body language was clearly stating that she was now ignoring him as the Teacher began to lecture. Yuman let his eyes narrow on the strange girl. There was most definitely more to her. And the fact that she was no intimidated or even bothered by his aura when he had flung it around. Instead, rather, finding a way to keep him passive and mollified him, left Yuma mystified.

He stood outside the school, waiting for his brothers to arrive, letting his mind sort things. Only to spin around at the feel of someone behind him. When he looked down into a pair of blue eyes shining in amusement, he narrowed his own eyes. The girl was quite literally a whole foot shorter than him. And in her mouth was a honey stick. Which she rolled back and forth between her lips as she just stared up at him. She was not saying or doing anything as she just looked at him as if waiting.

Finally, he took a step towards her, closing the distance and towering over her to get a reaction. Only just to receive her lifting an eyebrow at him as if she was not impressed before she reached up and removed the now-empty plastic tube from her lips, letting her tongue darted out and lick away any possible traces of the sticky substance from their surface.

"You sir, do not scare me. Nor am I afraid of you hurting me. Though if you want to try, I am game. Could use the fun," she said, her lips curling into a mocking smile.

She now had his attention. But Yuma knew that his brothers would be there soon, and attacking a human girl would do no good but get him into serious trouble with their benefactor and father. So, he stepped back just to have her step forward to follow him before a hand came up and grasped him before he could react.

"Look, I am not a fool. I know that you, as well as several others in this school, are not human. But nor are you demonic in the literal sense Mukami, Yuma," she stated in a soft voice as she leaned in, letting him get a good whiff of her clean, pure scent. "And my offer is standing. I am so bored. And well... Yeah…"

As she trailed off, letting go of him, Yuma could only watch as the strange girl turned and walked away before a distinctive cough drew his attention. There were all three of his brothers and all seven of the Sakamaki boys and their bride. They are looking at him with varying emotions and thoughts on their faces.

"You do know it is in bad taste to play with your food publicly, right?" Reiji said in a flat yet commanding tone.

"She isn't my food," he replied. "Besides, I didn't do anything to get her attention. She is giving it to me, and I don't want it."

With that said, he shoved his hands into his pockets, turned, and walked to the limo waiting to take him and his brothers home.

"So, can I give the little birdie a chase?"

He paused at hearing Liato speaking up. Familiar with his particular modus operandi, Yuma looked over his shoulder and smiled at Laito. Making him step back in shock.

"By all means. But don't whine when you get rejected. I think she is a bit to… sugary for you," Yuma said, giving a quick flash of his fangs before getting into the limo.

He somehow knew that if any of them tried to get close and personal with Kagome, they'd find what his words meant. Just because he loved sugar, Yuma wasn't ignorant; it was a poison of sorts in large doses. Though, her proposition was something he'd have to take up. A human girl who knew what he wasn't had drawn his interest. And willing to challenge him to a fight made his blood sing in his veins. And he just knew that he would be taking her up on that offer. Still owed her for that nasty tasting pistachio honey stick, accident or not — that and being pestered by his brothers until their next meeting.

THE END!