Diabolik Lovers: Recovery

Chapter 34: Allergy (Yuma)

Warmth seeps into my skin as I settle into the hot bathwater that I've drawn for myself. The amenities were still of excellent quality, even if I was technically a hostage, I was likely still being treated better than the average human. After my exercise with Azusa, it was nice to soothe my muscles. However...

With a metallic squeal and an overexaggerated bang the bathroom door exploded open and was swung so forcefully that it slammed against the wall. Frantically, I swipe up the nearest weapon – a handheld mirror – and grasp it in both hands like a baseball bat. Water sloshes out and spills bubbles over the floor as I back away from the intruder.

"Oi, sow – "

"Yuma!" I bite out in a near snarl, my grip on the makeshift weapon only tightening, "I'll be finished in fifteen minutes! Get out!"

"Don't yell in the bathroom!"

"Get out!" I demand again, cocking the mirror up.

"Come with me-"

"When I'm finished! Get out!"

"Tch-"

He makes to grab at my wrist, but I'm quicker and bring the mirror down with a hard smack over his head. The force of the blow only broke the mirror, sending shards scattering with little tinkles across the bathroom floor. Not a scratch on the behemoth of a man before me... but now he seemed even angrier. 

"I won't be long," I growl through clenched teeth. "But I will be longer than I would've been had I not been forced to smash this mirror over your head and clean the subsequent mess-"

"I smell your blood."

"Huh –?"

In the blink of an eye, his hand is at my throat, pulling me toward the front of the bathtub as the remains of the hand mirror clatter from my grasp. He snatches my wrist and yanks it forward to inspect.

"Idiot sow, you got a shard of glass embedded in your skin – that's what you get for defying me."

"It's just a scratch," I protest, attempting to tug my hand away.

"Quit your whining!" he demands, reaching his other arm around my naked body and trapping me against him and the side of the tub.

In a matter of seconds, his mouth envelops the seeping wound, nearly dwarfing my small hand.

"Ouch!" I hiss softly under my breath as he sucks relentlessly until finally – "Eep!"

A particularly agonizing wrench sends a jolt down from the heel of my palm where he's sucking, but just as quickly as it happened, it dissipated. He pulls away proudly, holding a shimmering sliver of mirror between his teeth which he promptly spits onto the floor.

"Oh... thanks," I murmur, staring after the sharply glittering shard.

No sooner are those words out of my mouth than he's buried his fangs deep into my wrist, biting nearly to bone.

"Yuma! That really hurts!" I cry out, "Stop! Stop, please!"

"You make too much of a fuss, sow."

"I'm not a sow!" I retort, pulling and finally succeeding in reclaiming my arm.

"You squeal like one."

"My name is Miyako," I pointedly ignore the comment, "Give me a little longer and I'll join you for whatever it is you want to do."