Crimson Aria | Diabolik Lovers AU (Fanfiction)

Ch. 8: Kaleidoscope

It was around 7 PM that a figure hurriedly went out of the mansion. The cool evening breeze rustled through the trees, amplifying the tension in the air. The moon's gentle glow illuminated the surroundings, revealing the silhouette of the figure as it hurriedly made its way across the estate, heading towards the forest.

In its arms, the figure cradled something—or rather—someone with utmost care. The figure moved steadily swift, faster than the six silhouettes that goes after it. He knew that they, driven by their insatiable thirst and relentless pursuit, were hot on his heels.

The six silhouettes, their pursuit thwarted as they reached towards the beginning of the dense forest. With a final glare, they retreated into their mansion, their presence fading like whispers on the wind.

In the forest dimly lit by moonlight, amidst the rustling leaves and the haunting silence, it was revealed that the figure was carrying the unconscious form of Yuuka in his arms. Her stillness contrasted sharply with the chaos that had unfolded moments ago.

Call it a stroke of fate that had brought her to this very spot, safely.

With swift and deliberate movements, he maneuvered through the labyrinthine paths of the forest, his heightened senses and agility allowing him to navigate the treacherous terrain with ease. Branches and leaves brushed against his figure. His steps were silent, as if he were part of the very fabric of the night itself. Shadows embraced him, cloaking his movements and masking his presence.

As she lay unconscious on his arms, her once radiant golden blonde hair began to transform. A subtle shift rippled through her locks, as if the very essence of her being was undergoing a profound change. Among the strands of her familiar hue, a stark contrast emerged-a streak of inky blackness, an undeniable sign of her demonic awakening.

Just one strand of hair. Nothing more. Nothing less.

The black strand coiled and twisted, intertwining with her golden mane, creating a mesmerizing contrast that spoke of the duality within her.

He took her to his abode in the depth of the demon realm. Setting her down on top of his bed, he watched over her with a mix of awe and concern, his golden eyes tracing the path of the emerging black strand. The demon realm seemed to be enveloping her dearly, as if welcoming one of their dwellers.

Her hair continued to change, the black strand spreading like ink spilled on parchment, leaving the tip of her hair blond.

"Dear me, how did they manage to get their hand on such beauty... and not notice it.", he talk to himself as the only thing that can be heard is his own voice and the melody of the night bugs. "The finest specimen of which topped Cordelia's. To be able to conceal such trace under everyone's eyes, how fascinating."

He softly sighed. "If Reiji hadn't gave her that drug, no one would notice. Not even herself."

He couldn't help but marvel at the breathtaking beauty before him. The emotions in his voice betrayed a mixture of awe, curiosity, and a hint of amusement.

Intrigued by the woman's unique circumstances, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Determined to hide her from his enemies, he brought her unconscious body back from his abode to a different mansion, a different family to foster her.

A family which consists of 4 young men that he has nurtured. They're known as the Mukami, all in their last high school year. Four of them refers one another as adoptive siblings. They're created to serve their one and only savior—Karlheinz—for his ungodly experiment. As their benefactor, their devotion to him runs deep.

The now raven haired woman still has her transformation on going. Going out from the demon realm made even peculiar change to her hair. Once blond, then ink black, and now it's tainted with crimson.