It was midday as you made your way quietly down the halls of the Mukami mansion, your soft footsteps not making a sound as you walked. After breakfast, you had found yourself with nothing to do, Ruki-kun was reading and had made it quite clear he didn't want to be bothered. Kou-kun had left for work. And Yuma-kun was tending his garden.
In a poor attempt to avoid being bitten, you had silently decided to just walk about the mansion.
Unfortunately your calm walk was soon interrupted by a gentle low voice, "Y/n?"
You turned, and let out a sigh of relief. Of all the Mukami brothers, Azusa was the only one who treated you with a hint of kindness.
"Azusa-kun," you said with a smile, "do you need something?"
Azusa tilted his head, clutching his left arm with his right hand and staring down at the floor. "Will you.... walk with me.... to my room?" His smooth voice echoed as you headed towards him.
You'd often found yourself in Azusa' s room, where he would brandish his knives and talk silently about nothing in particular. But today he seemed different, you worried he might try to hurt himself again, and so you resolved to remain by his side.
"S-sure." You stuttered, a light blush reaching your cheeks as he grasped your hand and began walking.
He led you in silence down the halls, keeping a slow but steady pace until you arrived at his room.
As you stepped inside you immediately noticed the glass case that sat against the far wall, gloriously showcasing his knife collection.
You approached the case, not daring to touch any of the relics.
"Do you.... like my knives.... y/n?" Azusa asked softly, approaching you from behind.
"They're all so pretty." You muttered, your eyes trailing over a certain blade, it was engraved with green and purple swirling around a dark green stone at the center of a wave curved hilt.
Azusa must've noticed your fascination, because he reached over your shoulder, removing the knife from it's place and holding it up to the light.
As you turned you found yourself being pressed into the nearest wall.
You gasped in shock and pain as your back hit the hard surface.
"Do you..... love me..... y/n?" Azusa's silky voice cooed, causing your cheeks to flush bright red.
"I...." you stuttered at a loss for words. Of course you did, but what would his reaction be if you said so.
"Yes." You finally spoke up, "I do love you, Azusa-san."
His eyes glimmered, "Then would you..... cut me please."
Your eyes widened, "Azusa-san, I-I c-couldn't." you murmured in fear, you couldn't dare hurt him.
"Then maybe..... I'll cut you?" He questioned.
Your eyes trembled, and you squeezed them shut as he leaned in closer. "It's alright y/n.... the pain is what..... reminds me I'm.... alive. And besides..... everyone is happy..... when I'm in pain."
"N-no." You pressed your eyes tighter as he leaned in for your neck, his hot breath hissing against your skin as his fangs brushed your tender flesh.
"Wait." You spoke suddenly, causing him to draw back slightly.
With a kind motion, you took hold of his wrist where he held the knife, "I know another way to show you you're alive. And I promise it feels much better than this knife." You spoke in a tremoring voice, worry and terror coursing through your veins.
Azusa tilted his head, staring down at where you held his wrist. "Will it..... make you happy.... y/n?"
You smiled, "Yes."
"Then..... show me..... I'm alive." He whispered.
With that you released his wrist, bringing your hand up to touch his cheek. He jumped a bit at the action, but allowed you to stroke his jaw with your thumb. And then, with a breath of courage, you closed the gap between you and him.
His lips were cold and soft, and after a moment, he tilted his head and kissed back just barely. Molding your lips to his, you ran your hands through his hair, knocking off his hat in the process.
You heard a clang, and realized that he'd dropped the knife and was now holding you. One hand fastened to your hip, while the other rested against the wall beside your head.
The kiss lasted until you were out of breath, and pulled away. With a deep breath you pressed your hand to his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath your fingers. "Do you feel that?" You asked. "That means you're alive."
He eyes widened a bit, and your heart jumped even faster as he bent down and pressed his head to your chest. "Your heart.... is beating..... like mine." He murmured.
You smiled, "Was that better than the knife?"
He looked up, before stepping away and picking up his hat, and the knife.
He placed his hat back on his head and stared down at the knife, "Who needs the knife..... when I have..... you."
With that, he placed the knife in your hand, and a kiss on your cheek, before turning and leaving the room. Leaving you to stand there, up against the wall, clutching the precious knife to your beating heart. And day dreaming of your green eyed lover.
