So this is kinda like my first diabolik lovers fanfic , but I'll try to do my best to entertain yo guys! Peace!!
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Chapter 1
The Sakamaki household
~5 months after Yui's death
Here I am standing in front of a really huge ass, creepy looking mansion. In other words, IT . IS . AWESOME!!!. Yeah you must think I'm craz--you know what? Forget I said any thing. Now back to the story at hand.
Well the reason I'm hear is because a certain idiot named Karl Heinz sent me here. That freakin' jerk just wants to bother me. He said; I quote 'As of tomorrow you will be living with my son's in the Sakamaki household. I expect you to show them your utmost respect.'
Psh.
Puh-leez
My 'utmost respect' is no better than a hippo on drugs. And that's just bad. He should know better.
But I have to say the suuuuuper huge mansion looks amazing. It's like all haunted looking and stuff. It even gives off a wired aura or some shiz like that. I think I'm going to enjoy my stay here.
Oh mind my manners. I haven't introduced my self yet, have I? My name is Kurai Ryuuzetsu. I'm a sixteen year old girl. Even so I certainly don't look like one. I have an hour glass figure. And a huge bust. Like really huge. In other words, I have a body every girl wants. They say my body is to die for.
Apparently I'm really pretty too. I have knee length black hair and striking blue eyes. Which is why I'm an idol and also a model. I wasn't really interested when they first offered me the chance to become a model, but I guess I kinda just went with it since all of my friends told me that I have an amazing body that I shouldn't hide.
And from there I became a very famous idol. I did work my butt of though. To get where I am today wasn't easy. I'm also a fashion designer. I might be fifteen but I own one of Japan's biggest and most successful fashion industries. Le Marche. Is the name.
I've had tons of celebrities ordering outfits from my company. To say that we make lots of money every year is a COMPLETE understatement. We make millions of dollars every month. It's a lot.
I certainly have a work filled life. But even so I always make time to have fun. Heck. It looks like I'm ALWAYS having fun. I still find time to be a normal teenage girl. Like to bake, draw, play around with some random but adorable little kids, read , get into fights with thugs and gangsters, sharpen my knives, practice my target shooting etc.
......... Okay.
Maybe most of those last few things aren't things that normal teenage girls would do but, hey, what can I say? I'm unique.
I've had a very.........rough childhood. Which is the reason why I'm obsessed with weapons.
I've killed tons of people before so killing is like a normal thing for me. I actually find it a bit fun. Just so you know, it's not a hobby so I don't go around randomly killing people. I do it when I need to.
I felt the cold wind blowing against my skin as I stared at the mansion not bothering to move.
I wore a hot pink tank top that showed every inch of my figure and a bit of my cleavage, a black, long sleeved leather jacket that ended under my boobs, a black skinny jeans, black, 8 inch, high heeled boots that stopped just above my knees. I also wore black leathered fingerless gloves.
I also had about 20 daggers on me. Some in my jacket, the others forming a belt around my torso. It actually looks like a belt and not daggers. I also had about 5 guns on me. I am not to be messed with. I may be a famous person but I've got a private life. A very dark one at that
