It had all met the standard requirements of any beach-like chapter in a fanfiction. There was the clear blue ocean, steady with the occasional push of the waves. The white foam around it was evanescent, fading once the wave has calmed itself. The white sand under it and under my toes burned my feet, but I was too distracted by the scenery to tell. The brightness of the uncovered sun brushed itself upon my skin, and the pure heat alone, made me happy that Mom forced me to put on sunscreen. The tankini-like bathing suit I wore was covered over by a large, white shirt which was dirty enough to say that the white was slowly fading into a dull grey, but I was just happy it covered all the way to my bottom. I was never truly comfortable in a bathing suit, showing off my much skin.
I flipped my hair away from my face as I looked my sister who was already playing in the shallow part of the waters. For someone younger than me, she looked a lot better in a bathing suit, and I wouldn't be surprised if someone mistook her for my age. Though, I did raise a brow when she insisted on taking so many selfies of herself. I wasn't entirely against it, yet it wasn't something she usually did. When I asked, her explained that her friends insisted she took a picture of herself at the beach.
In the end, I found myself reading a book over a towel, enjoying the weather for some relaxation. It was cliché, yes, but I preferred it if I stayed away from the water for now. It wasn't like I was searching for a good place to start the chapter, but I certainly knew that the author would take advantage of this situation.
My reading was interrupted by loud yelling and splashing with the same volume to come soon after afterwards. I turned to see Ayato dragging his legs through the water, causing the splashing. He was laughing loudly, and traveling along with a grim attitude was Kanato, disgusted by the water and holding his bear close with an umbrella over his head.
"Kanato...Ayato?" I questioned to myself. I placed my book to the side as I noticed their eyes locked onto mine.
"I'm surprised you guys came out of your hotel rooms. Aren't you all sensitive to the sun? You burn easily right?"
"Uuugh, please don't come up to us drowning us in questions!" Kanato complained loudly. However, as I can recall, I only asked two. "Our poor excuse of a father decided to lock us out of our rooms for the day. He took out our furniture and had staff tenacious on having us go outside. How did he even know that we would be coming here?! Damn him!"'
"Oh," I murmured. "I guess this is something needed to get a beach chapter...They are vampires after all..." I murmured.
"What?" Ayato asked.
"Nothing!" I said, retaliating quickly. "I just was surprised that your dad sent you out."
"I'm surprised too," Ayato added, kicking the water again. "What does he even want?"
"Haha, like I'd know," I laughed. "How long have you guys been out here."
"Two hours!" Kanato said like it was the worst thing in the world. He zealousness towards his distress attitude was more exaggerated than usual. "It's hot and there's sand in my shoes, and the boardwalk has too many people! I hate it here!" He whined.
"God, all you do is complain." The red-haired male kicked some water towards her younger brother. Kanato avoided it, but just by an inch.
"Stop it!" Kanato screamed, tightening his grip on Teddy. "Getting wet is the last thing I need!" I looked at his attire, seeing that he stayed true to his black, goth, Lolita like attire. He looked more as if he were ready to attend a funeral than a beach outing. I didn't blame him for being hot though. He was wearing a large amount of black. I was hot and I was just wearing a T-shirt and a bathing suit. Ayato, in the other hand, was only wearing red swim trunks. He was obviously a bit more ready for the beach.
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