The rippling water was warm on her skin. Akira made sure to wash the blood off of her neck well. When Asuza said he'd make it hurt, he really did. Ever since Shu fed on her blood, her brothers had always mentioned her love for pain...
Shu. Back then, he drank from her in the bathroom too, hadn't he? She wondered for the millionth time how Yui and her brothers were.
The bathroom door slammed open. "Oi, Sow—"
Akira's ear splitting shriek reverberated through the bath chamber..
Yuma's hand left the doorknob. He covered his ears and yelled right back.
"Shut up! Don't scream in the bathroom! The echo is so loud!"
Akira, chest pressed against the side of the tub, avoided looking at him as she stammered. "B—but you...why..."
"Because I need you, why else? Come with me, right now!" He snapped, as if it was common sense. Yuma snatched her wrist and tried to pull her out of the tub. "N—no!" Akira resisted aggressively. If it was at any other time, she would have complied with no issue. Her wrist slipped out of his wet grip and she turned her back to him, sinking under the protection of the water. Akira buried her face in her hands.
"No? Did you say no?" Growled Yuma. The tenor of his voice reverberated in the bath chamber.
Cheek on fire, she waved a hand in his face. "L—let me put on my clothes first!"
Yuma scoffed. She could feel the pricking sensation of his gaze run over her naked back. "No one's going to get aroused by the sight of your naked body." She glanced back at him incredulously. Yuma's face bore no regret or shame. He raised a brow sarcastically and smirked. "Besides, its not like there's much to look at, anyway." He Akira realised too late that she had exposed her front to him. The nerve...! She squealed and splashed scaling hot bathwater at his face, despite the potential repercussions she would face after.
"T—that's not the point!"
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"It's so pretty..."
Akira whispered in awe despite herself. The mansion's garden stretched out before her. In every corner of the garden, planted in neat rows, life teemed. A variety of trees and bushes bore colourful, delicate flowers and luscious, jewel-like fruits. Back home, the garden, was, well...nonexistent expect for the rose bushes. There remained only dead things in what should have been the gardens, withered plants and the residents of the graveyard.
Yuma stepped up beside her, proudly looking over the field. "Alright, they're ready o be picked!" Akira gazed at him, captivated by his expression. She really couldn't get over how similar he was to Edgar, by his mannerisms and way of speech.
Edgar used to have a green thumb, too...
"Um, this is..."
"My garden." Yuma's lip quirked, and he strode in the direction of the tomatoes, tossing her a woven basket as he went. "Come on, help me out."
