No Fanfiction {Diabolik Lovers}

Chapter 1-Reading the first chapter

I looked around the large room. It had a balcony, a canopied bed, and a large mirror in front of it. The closet space was just as big as the room it was in, and the ceiling was so high up. It would seem almost impossible to touch. Maybe I could paint it. Strange...I was never really into painting before, but I felt I needed to.

This room was just like all the other fifteen rooms on this floor. Let me repeat, on this floor. This was the second floor out of two along with a basement and attic. I never counted the rooms on the first the floor, but then again, I didn't care.

My family received this mansion as a will from my great, great (great) grandparents whom I never really known. My parents said they never really knew them either, and that they were confused why they received this mansion when they had other brothers and sisters who could have obtained it. In the end, they concluded that it was just luck, and I agreed to it. What other reason could there be?

Placing my clothes away in the cabinets and closet, my parents stepped in. I looked at them, turning my head from the luggage.

"Are you enjoying your new room?" Mom asked. I looked at her and back at me luggage.

No, I hated it. Sure, the space was nice, but was it really worth leaving all my friends for this dust collector? Couldn't we have sold it?

"Yeah, I like it," I lied in a monotone. My parents looked at each other, sensing the discomfort in my voice. They didn't know what to say. They never wanted to sell the mansion. Sure, they considered it, but they thought that it'd be nice to feel like we're living like royalty. However, this wasn't royalty, it was solid solitude.

This mansion was surrounded by a large garden, and beyond that was just forest. The nearest town was miles away, and it would take hours if I tried to bike there. I was completely alone with just my family and the internet.

"...Well, just tell us if you have any trouble. We'll call you when dinner's ready," Dad said. They left without another word. They probably knew that I needed a little space.

I sighed and left my luggage on the floor. I dropped myself on the bed, feeling the softness of the cushion surround my back. I took my phone out and noticed that my parents already installed the router for the WiFi. I shrugged to myself as I traveled through the web. I felt like reading something, but nothing came into mind. Scrolling through the writing website I was on, I spotted a certain story that caught my interest.

"No Fanfiction," was the title in bold, black letters. I read the summary and winced at the fact that it was a Diabolik Lovers fanfiction. I used to like Diabolik Lovers-no I was obsessed with it. I was in love with the characters, Yui included. I thought that the fandom itself was perfect, and of course, when you like something, you want to know more about it, and that's exactly what I did. I read fanfiction, made OCs, made fan art, and fangirled over anything DL related. However, that's when I began to see the flaws in it, and there were one too many. Yui was too submissive and would just close her eyes when some dude tried to take her blood, waiting for it to be over. All her love interests were all the same. They were all sadistic one way or another with some tragic past that'll make the fangirls go "Aw, he's just misunderstood~" when that's not really the case. Despite their tragic past, they still lash out their anger on Yui, who will almost never object to it, and in the end, she falls in love with one of them, and they have a happy life as if the guy was never messed up in the first place.

That's not how it worked in real life.

I looked at the summary. It seemed to fit my current situation, and in conclusion, I decided to read it. I clicked on it and began the fanfiction. It had a strange beginning, for it described everything that had just happened and the thoughts I had just a few minutes ago.

I stopped reading when I got to "Then, Dad suddenly called me from downstairs."

Then, Dad suddenly called me from downstairs. "Dear, it's time to eat dinner."
I blinked seeing that what happened in the fanfiction I was reading happened to me as well. I paused. Maybe it was a coincidence...?

Yeah, I heard that one before.

I turned off my phone, stuffing it in my pocket and exited my room, trying to get through the maze of tangled halls.

I somehow found myself at the dining room after endless searching. The table was fairly long and my mom, dad, sister, and I all gathered at the end of the table, avoiding the space left for us.

"So, are you guys enjoying your new home?" Mom asked. My sister beamed at her question and began stating almost everything in the mansion that she just "love, love, looooved~". My sister was always optimistic about these things. It was a new city, new home, new beginning, and she loved those. I, on the other hand, didn't. I didn't want to leave my old school or my friends there. Sure, we'll still be in contact through phone, but it was always better talking face to face.

Seeing that I wasn't comfortable with the subject, my dad decided to change it. He placed his fork down and clapped his hands together. "I forgot to tell you girls," he said, "apparently your great, great grandparents were good friends of an owner of a huge company."

"Exciting..." I muttered with fake enthusiasm.

My father shot me a quick glare before he continued. "Anyways, he gave me a huge job offer, but there's a catch."

"What is it?" I asked, now a little more interested into topic.

"He's said that he's always busy and is always traveling. He doesn't trust his sons staying by themselves in Japan, so he agreed that if we let them live with us, he'll let me work with him."

Japan? Something didn't seem right.

"How many sons does this guy have?"

"Well, he said that he's had three wives, which have all passed except one. He said he has six. And I forgot to tell you, his name is Karl Heinz, also known at Tougo Sakamaki. However, he told me to call him Karl. He's a famous business man in Japan."

I froze. Six sons, three wives, and Karl Heinz. You have got to be fucking kidding me!

This was exactly like a Diabolik Lovers reader insert!

I slammed my hands on the table, practically throwing my silverware away. "Are you serious?!" I hissed. My family seemed shocked by my sudden rage. "You're just gonna let us live with six other guys?! Do you not care about your daughters at all?!"

"Calm down, dear," Mom said. "Karl promised that they were very well behaved."

Well behaved, my ass!

"Besides, we thought this would be an perfect opportunity to make new friends. They will be going to the same school as you are, after all," Dad added. "Now, sit down and finish you food."

I did as I was told and stuffed the rest of the food in my mouth.

Once we were down, I managed to calm down a little. While we put the dishes away, I looked over at Mom and asked her a question.

"Mom, when will they get here?" I asked.

"In a few days, a week at most," she said as she washed the dishes. I nodded and walked up to my room.

When I got there, I sat on my bed and took out my phone. I switched it on to look at that fanfiction once again. I read from where I left off, noticing that what happened to me happened in the fanfiction.

I should make a comment asking why the author knew, or why she/he is doing this.

Maybe she/he updated and I would know what to do before the brothers get here. Once I finished reading the chapter, I checked to see how far she got into the story. I froze when I saw that the author just started the story. I didn't know what was to come next. I felt the color drain from my face.

I had no other choice, but to comment on the story, demanding that the author should update.