тнσsε вℓσσ∂ү ηιgнтs (diabolik lovers x reader)

Spending the Night ~ Mukami Brothers II

This is PART 2 of the previous chapter; Introduction ~ Mukami Brothers. If you haven't read it, it doesn't really matter that much but you might be in the dark from the past events.
At the moment, I'm still not quite familiar with their characteristics, so for this chapter, it'll be my interpretation of how they act.
This will be the neutral route, up until you choose a male. Ruki, Yuma, Kou, then Azusa's routes will follow.

I MUST EXPLICITLY STATE I WILL NOT BE USING THEIR NICKNAMES FOR YUI IN THESE CHAPTERS, AS WELL AS HAVING LITTLE TO NO SADISM IN THEIR ROUTES. THIS IS DUE TO THE OVERARCHING STORY I HAVE ALREADY PREPPED AND FOR THEM TO SUDDENLY BE USING WORDS LIKE "LIVESTOCK" AND "M-NEKO-CHAN" TO REFER TO (NAME) WOULD PROBABLY GET HER CONFUSED.

Mukami Brothers x Reader

The morning never came to your sleep. The blinds were closed with heavy layers of drapes preventing the sunlight from entering. You slept in a coma like state, unmoving to even the loudest noises. The night drew nearer and nearer, sun drooping past the horizon and into oblivion. Curling your toes, your breaths drew heavier, the peaceful dream filling your consciousness now fading away like a cliche romance flick with the ending "Fin". The thick sheets making a small trail of sweat trickle down your neck, but you paid no mind as your brain began to rewire itself back into the cold, winter world. Inhaling deeply, you opened your (Eye Color) eyes with hesitation, body heavy as if begged you to stay in the sheets. You rubbed your eye, glancing around the mildly familiar room. You stared at the clock, astonished at the time. It had just turned 7:30 as you watched in disbelief. Quickly becoming frantic for your rudeness, you scurried down the dark hallway, stumbling down the steps. Turning your head, you wondered where everyone had went. The manor felt completely empty, no signs of life aside from your own.

Curiosity had gotten the better of you. You ran up the stairs, wandering around in the labyrinth of a home. Many famous paintings, sculptures, and other exotic things lay at every corner. You found yourself submerged in the valuable collection until a large hand roughly grabbed your shoulder, gripping it so tight your knees buckled and a scream nearly escaping your mouth, both out of pain and surprise. However, the left hand belonging to the same person held your mouth, muffling your words. You became irritated quickly, opening your mouth and licking the male's hand. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" He yelled, taking his hands away, wiping them on his jeans. You jumped at the opportunity, spinning around. Yuma glared at you with an intensity you had never seen before. The glare sent shivers down your (Skin Color) neck. "Jesus, first you wake me up, then you lick my fucking hand? What kind of a guest are you?!" Yuma snarled, curling a fist in the air and waving it around in front of you, nearly hitting you across the face.

"Ah, where had my beauty sleep gone?" Another male whined, coming from behind you. You turned your head, spotting Kou with his hair pinned up by a single, large, metal slip. His mismatched eyes stared at you with what seemed like disappointment. Perhaps it's because you hadn't the faintest idea of who he was? Regardless of whether you had heard who he was or not, you felt that there would be no connection you would see. After all, media stars are never usually as they seem on television, often the exact opposite . Kou sighed, turning his head away from you, and focusing on Yuma. "I think you deserved to be licked on the hand, honestly."

Yuma's eye twitched the moment Kou had made his opinion clear. His rage switched direction from you, to Kou. "Why you-" Yuma swung his fist, about to make contact with Kou's face. His fist came down onto a different sibling, though. Yuma stared at Azusa in cold shock, recovering easily because of the way Azusa naturally is. "What the hell? Jeez.." Yuma looked away, ruffling his own hair in distraught.

You were easily captivated by how strange their relationship with each other was. As you were in the midst of contemplating their relationships in a single phrase (So far, you had nothing. Those boys were impossible to categorize!), Azusa took your hands in his and smiled in his own way, the small red patch on his cheek clearing up as he did so. You stared at him, the shock of being pulled back to reality stunning you. "(Name)-Chan," He called in a soft voice. "Let's have breakfast... ne?"

"Breakfast..?" You uttered, glancing to your right and staring at the growing night. "But isn't it nighttime?"

Azusa noted your confusion, remembering that he had not mentioned what they all had become even once. "Isn't it... natural? To have breakfast when you wake up...?" Azusa began tugging you along into the dimly lit halls. As he tugged you along, you nearly felt as if your arm was breaking. Azusa may have looked weak, but just with this, you understood he was far stronger than you had taken him for.

The dining hall was large and exquisite, matching the atmosphere of the house perfectly. Ruki was already awaiting everyone, a book in his hand and a spoon full of oatmeal in his mouth as his eyes darted from each line. Azusa sat about three seats from the eldest sibling, while Kou and Yuma each sat about four from each other on the other side. You stared at them with confusion, thinking that their relationship between each other was actually good.

Ruki looked up from his book, the food underneath him nearly finished. "Good Evening, (Name). Please, sit."

You gulped, looking at each of the members of the household and holding your breath, the eye contact between you and them tensing.

You had to choose one of the brothers to sit with, you knew that.

But who?