Akira's eyes flew open. The gut feeling gnawed away at her, urging her to confirm that nagging premonition. She immediately detangled herself from the silk sheets wrapped around her legs and slid off of her bed to peer out the cathedral-style stained glass window that took up half the wall in her bedroom. The view from the wrought iron verandah overlooking the front of the Sakamaki mansion showed a discrete black limo pull up to the gates of the decrepit, crumbling place she called home. Despite it being early afternoon, outside, grey clouds loomed, foreshadowing a heavy downpour. The crisp scent and the luxurious smell of blood was carried to her sharp nose on the whipping breeze.
She drew the heavy velvet curtains and yawned, rolling her back and shoulders in preparation of receiving the mansion's latest guest. Akira did a mental sum-up as she dragged a brush though her wild hair.
90th, 124th, 147th...
Oh.
150th.
That was awfully quick. Who knew those Brides would come and go so fast? Either way, if this one didn't last, it would be the last period of time in a long while where her brothers would be sated of their hungers.
Downstairs in the foyer, it was dark and silent. No knocking at the door yet, so she guessed the human must still be dawdling outside. There was a lanky figure sprawled on the couch, shrouded in shadow from the clouds blanketing the sky outside. Assuming it was Shu, she went closer to pinch his nose in his sleep in retaliation for tripping her up the other day. Just as she was about to reach for the silhouette's face, she was roughly yanked down by the waist and onto the chaise lounge. A hard, heavy body pressed up against her, with a rough, large hand pinning her wrists together above her head. Their free hand skimmed the sides of her ribs and copped a feel of her chest as hot breath, along with the prick of fangs dragged along the skin of her neck. "Mmm. Let Yours Truly taste..." His face was illuminated by the sudden flash of lightning from outside. Clean cut facial lines, sharp-toothed scowl, hair as red as blood pressed to her nose.
"Ayato! What—" She growled and wriggled under him, drawing a knee up to his crotch.
Vaguely, she heard a bang and a high-pitched, feminine cry as pale slender hands attempted to shove her much bigger brother off of her. "Stop it! I'll call the police!"
"Why is it so noisy?" An obnoxiously authoritative voice snapped. "Ayato. This is the entrance hall. How many times must I remind you to take your private affairs to your own chambers?...And who might you be?"
The heavy weight was lifted off of her, and the unlit candles in the foyer suddenly were alighted with flame at a snap of Reiji's gloved fingers. There was a girl who looked around the triplets' age, with a round angelic face and wide, soulful pink eyes framed by perfect blonde ringlets. She wore a simple pink sweater and shorts, the current street style of the modern outside world. The girl pointed at Ayato with a trembling hand. "S—Sir, and that man, h—he was assaulting this girl!" She exclaimed. Reiji's displeased expression turned disdainful. At who, Akira couldn't be sure. Ayato leaned back and sniffed. "Oops. Yours Truly thought you were her." He jerked a thumb in Yui's direction, then flicked his serpentine gaze to Akira, a smirk on his lips.
"Chichinashi."
Akira glared at him silently, scooting further away from her nasty brother on the lounge.
Reiji sighed and tuned his magenta stare to the Bride. "You're...?"
The girl bobbed her head, hands clasped. "M—my name is Yui Komori, I was sent to stay here by my father."
Akira's brothers inclined their heads. "Hm? I never received a message."
"Who knows!" Said Ayato, throwing an arm over Akira's shoulders. She shrugged it off harshly. "You should have told us, then Yours Truly wouldn't have jumped my sister!"
