𝑻𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖝𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓

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[ TW for:

- clothes being torn off

- being exposed in public.

- panic attacks.

-gore

I'm putting this just in case this chapter might make anyone uncomfortable. But if not, enjoy the chapter. ^^ ]

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"I.. am.. not.."

Those words left Shuichi's lips and he wasn't able to have any control over it; he simply silently cried, tears of fear trickled down his pale cheeks as the vampire kept his harsh and cruel grip on his face and shoulder. What could he do now? The truth was now out-

"Well, well... then.. let's figure out who you really are, " Munakata hissed under his breath, letting go of Shuichi's chin, his hand reaching for his collar of the dress Shuichi was wearing. "You little wolf in sheep's clothing." he finished as he began to reach for the beautifully lacy black gown Shuichi wore.

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BAM

That was the sound of Munakata slamming the door open, stomping back through the ballroom.. as well as dragging Shuichi by his hair as he did. However, Shuichi was too traumatized and shaken to even process the pain pulling at his skull; he had both hands covering his mouth, trying to muffle his hiccups and hyperventilating breathing, his eyes wide and filled with silent tears.

The sight certainly caused a scene.. and everyone went even quieter than they already were. And all eyes were on them. Including Rantaro's whoms magenta eyes widened at what he saw and how Shuichi looked at the moment.

Shuichi's entire dress had been torn apart like some animal ravaged it. The skirt was barely there anymore. The blue fabric had been almost entirely demolished; the headpiece he wore was gone, the beads from it had been smashed; Shuichi's navy-colored locks messy and tangled in Kyosuke's strong fingers; Shuichi had nothing to even cover up top beside the thin chemise dress he had been wearing underneath his gown. And after Kyosuke forcibly dragged Shuichi into the center of the ballroom, he threw the human male onto the marbled floor, earning all eyes and watching as all the guests backed away as Kyosuke spoke up, stomping his foot onto Shuichi's back, making the latter cry in pain.

"A-Ah!" Shuichi felt the other's heels dig into his spine, but he was too frozen to even fight back. This was it. It was all over . The sight of his now obvious masculine frame was in show for all to see- for Rantaro to see. No doubt would the vampire despise Shuichi for lying to him.. and would want the real Kaede Akamatsu back, right? Then what would happen to Kaede? What would happen to Shuichi? What.. what would happen.

" ..haa.. *.. haa.. haa... " Shuichi couldn't breathe the more he thought about it. He was panicked. He was freaked out and his fight or flight system wouldn't calm down, nor the amounts of andreneline rushing through his trembling body.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Kyosuke began, rubbing his boot deeper into Shuichi's back, which was exposed as an easy target to abuse. "This human, like all the others, is nothing but a filthy little liar." And those words definitely caught everyone's attention now if the sight of him dragging in a basically undressed person hadn't.

"They claimed to be a human by the name of Kaede Akamatsu. But truth is, this human is not that person. Nor are they even female," Kyosuke continued, leaning down and reaching for Shuichi, whom trembled and covered his head with his arms, but didn't touch him, and instead gripped the back of Shuichi's chemise dress, the only piece of dignity and protection he had left.

"You think you can get away tricking us? You take us vampires as fools ?" Kyosuke whispered, beginning to tear at the lacy white colored fabric. . .

"Well then, why don't we make you into the fool right now?"

Shuichi's breath stopped as he hears the fabric start to tear and then-

* CruNcH *

And just like that, Kyosuke's elbow made a horrible sound along with the sound of fresh being ripped apart and blood spattered everywhere as his humerus bone had burst out his arm, tearing through his now bloodied and soiled sleeve.

"Ah.. my bad. It's just. . ." Rantaro muttered, who had appeared out of no where between Kyosuke and Shuichi.

However, the look in Rantaro's eyes as he glared intensly over his shoulder at Kyosuke. But Rantaro was serious. The look in his eyes even...murderous.

"You just wouldn't stop talking, Munakata."

Shuichi wasn't even paying attention to anything happening behind him. His arms still over his head as he layed crumbled on his stomach on the floor, his face buried against the smooth tiles. But when he felt someone drape a jacket on him, Shuichi's shaking stopped when he recognized the scent coming from it.

"Rantaro.."

But before Shuichi could even react, he was already scooped up, bridal style into Rantaro's arms. Shuichi instinctively clutched onto the jacket, trying to cover himself as much as possible, but when his scared yellow orbs met those gentle and soft pink ones, he melted into a state of peace.

"Sorry everyone," Rantaro announced, already starting to walk away. "I'm afraid we'll be leaving tonight's festivities early." He apologized in his usual causal and relaxed tone. "Enjoy yourselves on our part." He said , bowing at two twins, one of which seemed totally hyped on the whole scene playing out in front of her.

But Kyosuke, as flabbergasted as he looked and felt, took a step forward as Rantaro began to leave with Shuichi in his arms.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" He hissed out, his arm regenerating as he spoke in sharp and heavy breaths. "That human... It's not who it claimed to be ! It lied to you! It's not your bride! "

Rantaro stopped at that. And for a second, Shuichi felt his heart drop. This was the part where Rantaro put him down, where he admits how disgusted he was it was a man pretending to be his wife, that this human was nothing but a liar, go after Kaede and the village and leave Shuichi for dead-

"You're right, Munakata," Rantaro answered, smiling down at the person in his arms, meeting those beautiful golden eyes that stared up in awe at him.

"He's my husband."

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