Protecting Her(Diabolik Lovers fanfic)

Chapter 5: Hungry

I enter my room, and close the door, not bothering to lock it, since I know one of them will come in anyways. I pick up my duffel from beside the door, and carry it to my bed, placing it down. I zip it open, and check the contents inside.

No one took anything. Good.

I crouch on the floor beside my bed, and start knocking on the carpeted floor. I try to stay beside my bed, and find the right spot.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Knock. Bingo!

I elongate my nails into sharp claws, and cut a large rectangle in the area, into the carpet. I pull back the carpet, and step on the flap. I cut the same area onto the wood, and carefully take off the floor board. As suspected, underneath, its hollow.

Perfect. And its the perfect size.

I place the floor board on top of the flap to keep it in place. I stand up, and stretch my arms above me, cracking bones in my back and shoulders. I grab my bag from the bed, sit down by the hole, and place it next to me. I take out my weapons and start placing them in the hole. I place my katana to the far side of the hole, and thankfully, it fits perfectly. I grab my black, velvety pouch of throwing stars, and throwing knives. I place those in, then put in my two, black pistols, along with two silencers. I take out my tampons and pads, and put those in as well.

Don't want those stupid freaks messing with these.

I carefully place the floor board back on, and let the flap rest to where it was. I smooth it down as best I can, and it looks fine to me. I grab the bag, and walk over to my dresser, I open it wide, and start putting my clothing away. Once that's finished, I start undressing.

I take my boots off first, then socks. I slip off my shirt, and slide out of my leggings, so I'm only in my underwear, with one of my throwing knives on a strap around my left thigh. I sense someone behind me, watching intently. I ignore them for the moment, since there is no mirror. I start humming quietly, trying to look oblivious to the fact one of them is in here.

I grab a pair of black shorts that hang low on my waist, and put those on. Then, I reach my hand behind to grab my bra clasps. I here a sharp intake of breath, and legs subtly shifting.

Interesting, is someone getting excited? Hahaha.

Since my bra is double clasped, I only unhook one. I reach into my dresser again, and grab a black Cami with a built in bra. I put the bottom of it in my teeth to hold it there. I reach behind me and unhook the second hook. I let out a sigh of relief, and in response, I hear the perverts blood rushing through his veins, and it's going down south.

Hahahaha.

I take my bra off completely and throw it in the dresser, then quickly slip on the Cami. I untie my hair and let it fall to my hips. I run my hands through my hair, and shake it around to get feeling back. This perv is still behind me. I inhumanly move quickly enough to grab my throwing knife from my thigh strap, And throw it right by their ear, slicing a small bit of hair. The knife buries itself into the wall behind him.

He barely flinches, and I'm surprised to see Yuma slouching lazily on the edge of my bed. I glower at him. He smirks back.

"You have pretty good aim, for a human. But you missed." He says to me. I huff in response, and take my bag back to my bed, and set it down. I take out my tooth brush, and walk to the bathroom, ignoring him.