#Diabolik lovers subaru x shuu skin#
You could feel his fangs brushing against the fragile skin of your neck, and for a moment, time stood still as you waited to see what would happen. Too horrified to speak, too stunned to move, you merely stood in his vice-like grip, gasping for air. It can't be helped now." The lips were trailing down further and further, finally stopping on your pulsating vein running through your neck. "I had hoped you wouldn't see this." He murmured, his lips trialing down to nibble on your ear. A pair of cold, wet lips pressed gently against your forehead, and the demon spoke again. A strangled cry escaped your throat, and the vampire cupped your chin gently, pulling you into his dastardly embrace. A long, bloody hand reached out and gently stroked your cheek, turning your (skin color) crimson. Shuu's normally beautiful blue eyes glowed demonic red, and fangs protruded from his mouth. You spun quickly, eyes widening, and mouth still hanging stupidly open. "(y/n)." There was that apathetic, sweet voice of his, coming from behind you. The bloodstained room was lit yet again as another cold flash of white-hot light flickered outside. And at his feet was Ayato, his normally boyish, playful, yellow-green eyes devoid of any life.Ī scream escaped your horrified body, and those ocean-blue eyes flashed opened just as the light faded from the room. The limp bodies of his siblings littered the ground around him. Shuu stood at the center of the room, eyes closed as usual, drenched in blood. Lighting flickered, and illuminated the room for a moment, but a moment was all you needed to see what was happening. "Shuu, I was looking all over for you, why didn't you." You broke off, as a disgusting, familiar, metallic scent assaulted your nose. Laughing slightly at the thought of your elegant friend lying in a heap on the floor, you opened the door to the room Thinking perhaps Shuu hurt himself by rolling off where ever he was sleeping, you approached the room. When you finally reached the top of the staircase, you heard a loud, thump from nearby. After a moment or two, you slowly meandered up the stairs, seeking any sign of life. "Shuu? Hello?" You called out, your voice echoing through the seemingly abandoned manor.
You glanced around the massive, marble entry hall, searching for your friend. there was a chance of rain today.' You remembered, chuckling a little at your stupid response to the noise. Rain suddenly began to patter against the windows, and you jumped slightly at the sound. It creaked open slowly, and you hesitantly entered, peering around the dark entryway. Nonetheless, you ignored your instincts, and knocked on massive door. For some reason, every nerve in your body told you just to leave and never come back. You arrived at the imposing home, and gazed up, slightly intimidated. That answer to that question came all too soon.Īfter months of knowing Shuu, he finally extended an invitation for you to come visit him at his mansion home. He accused you of using him to get with Ayato, even though you had told him a hundred times that you didn't like Ayato like that. You had no interest in the stuck-up, snarky young man who perpetually paraded you around as if you were his girlfriend or something. However, things seemed to change when his brother, Ayato came into the picture. Shuu was one of the only people at school who you genuinely, and it seemed that he felt the same way. Shuu had even wrote songs for you to sing as he played his violin. The two of you spent most of your days together in the schools' music room, either chatting or singing, or listening to music. In fact, for the most part, the two of you were pretty much inseparable. Sakamaki-sempai is way too formal for me." Blinking, a small, slow smile worked its way over your face.Īfter that awkward meeting in the music room, the two of you became rather good friends. He stretched, and relaxed, smiling faintly at you. "Huh?" You stared at the handsome, lanky boy before you. "A-Ah! Gomenasai, Sakamaki-sempai!" You hurriedly hopped to your feet, and bowed sloppily to the yawning upperclassman. Apparently, no one had actually heard him play anything before, even though he was often found snoozing in the music room. He apparently was quite talented musically, but that was just a rumor. He was infamous among upper-and-lowerclassmen alike, as he was almost always caught sleeping somewhere on campus.īut that wasn't the only thing he was noted for.
Shu Sakamaki, one of the most handsome members the year three class. Your body whipped around and your face flamed crimson as you recognized the stranger in the room. "That was lovely." You jumped a mile when you heard the sweet, tired voice echo through the room. At the end of the song, you paused the music, and smiled absently at the (music player), still lost in the memory of the melody.
As you looked over today's notes from class, your favorite song began to play, and unconsciously, you began to sing.
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