Diabolik Soulmates

~Chapter 14~

Hello fellow fangirls/fanboys!

So... do you like my couplings?

Yes?

No?

Maybe?

Which pairing is your favourite and who are the cutest together?

Haha, sorry if I'm pressuring you with all these questions, Author-chan is just curious. Feel free to leave your opinions in the comments, I would love to hear your feedback! Photo up top is the outfit Aya changes into during the chapter.

On with the story! Enjoy!

Aya's POV:

My wrists are roughly gripped by two firm hands, that forcibly continue to pull me further into the basement. While rushed apologies faded out long ago, when I realised there was nothing stopping this person dragging me across the moist, brick floor. I still keep my resistance going by constantly pulling away from the person tugging me forwards. Although my every attempt was deemed futile when they simply tighten their grip and walk faster in the one direction. Coming to a halt in front of an iron barred cell, which was covered in rust and harboured two shackles made from the same material as its orange rusted bars, dangling hopelessly from the dark brick wall. Widening my eyes, the jingling of keys sounds along with a screeching metallic sound that resounds throughout the entire dungeon. Again being forcibly pulled into the cell, I immediately regret ever fighting back against this person and pissing them off in the first place. Picking up my breathing, I pull away with all my strength, thinking it might prevent my gruesome fate. Grunting, the person jerks harshly on my wrist and clasps the iron shackles securely around them, which now attaches me to the wall. Somehow I knew this would happen if I did stand up for myself, but I was too caught up in the moment to realise that my punishment had already been decided. As the person leaves the cell without a second glance, I pull on the chains vigorously, hoping they would come loose. As I hear their shoes shoes echo down the halls and grow even farther away from me, I begin to scream and shout my apologies and beg to be set free.

"I promise I'll never defy you again, please forgive me!" I plead, pathetically, causing the person to turn back and look at me with annoyance.

"Let me out, please!" The hope that was swelling in my heart shattered immediately when they turn back around, ignoring my cries of help.

"Please! Don't leave me all alone again! I can't stand it here" I whimper, fresh tears pouring from my eyes and dripping onto the floor, dampening the already wet floor as I sulk in my loneliness.

"Melons, Wake up!"

Inhaling deeply, my widened eyes meet Ayato's shocked and worry filled ones, the doors to the coffin already pushed open. Continuously my breath catches in my throat, as I slowly sit up and calm myself. Ayato looks quite stunned and confused at the same time beside me, but I can understand why.

"I-I'm okay" I reassure him, deciding mentally if I actually am okay.

Nodding at me, he gets out of the coffin and gently helps me out afterwards, which I thank him for. Reaching into my suitcase, I retrieve some fresh underwear and a matching bra, along with a new outfit to change into. Luckily for me, Ayato didn't make a cocky remark or question what I was doing, which I'm glad for because now really isn't the time for me to be dealing with his usual behaviour. Instead he watches me make my way to his door with a sympathetic look.

"I'm just...going to have a quick shower" I whisper, although I know perfectly well that he heard.

Exiting his room, I make my way to the nearest bathroom, which is conveniently just down the hall. Stepping inside, I lock the door behind me and strip from my current clothes.

Although it's not like locking a door will stop these vampires from teleporting inside at their own will.

Turning on the hot water, I immediately melt into the hot and refreshing water. Letting my hair down from its high ponytail, I lather my hair with tropical scented shampoo and cover my body with the same fruity body wash. After freshening myself up fully, I dry myself off and wrap a towel around my hair, dressing back into my new clothes, underwear and bra. Returning back to Ayato's room I find him standing in the middle of the room, completely lost in thought.

"What's got you thinking, 'Yours Truly?'" I remove my towel from my hair and let my long, damp red hair to fall down my back.

Then he notices me and displays a small grin, not the immature kind he always wears, but a warm and considerate one, looking me up and down. I almost feel like shrinking back under his possessive gaze. Coming closer to me, he grabs me by the waist and whisks me into his comforting arms.

"You should let your hair down more often" He growls, staring deep into the depths of my eyes.

"Why, does it turn you on?" I smirk, my mischievous aura returning.

This makes him laugh, pulling me into a warm and meaningful embrace while burying his face in the crook of my neck. How sad, I would've liked to hear his answer.

"I like you better when you're cocky, whatever was troubling you before, I hope it won't bother you anymore" He utters into my shoulder.

Although it's highly unlikely it will, I smile anyway at his adorable, sympathetic side. Suddenly, something completely unexpected happens. I feel two fangs dig slowly into the fragile skin of my neck, doing so in a gentle matter as if not to harm me in the process. Fighting the urge to let out a surprised yelp, I exhale an almost silent but painful gasp. Knowing already that Ayato was just craving some decent blood, as usual, I let him off the hook even if he just ruined a perfectly good moment because he couldn't keep his hunger at bay. Although, I can't blame him for acting like the species he is, a bloodthirsty vampire. He owes me later for sure, he isn't getting off that easily.

Soon enough, I feel him retract his fangs after harvesting enough blood to satisfy him for now. Cleaning the puncture with his tongue, I wince at the slight stinging pain his saliva creates, but I know for a fact that all vampires do this so the wound heals faster...considering they're being gentle with their prey and not deliberately sucking them dry and leaving behind nothing but a corpse. Pulling away, I present a wide grin to cover up the slight pain in my neck, and put my hands on my hips.

"So, is there anything we can do to clear my mind?" I offer kindly, hoping for a challenge.

"How about a friendly match of basketball?" He suggests, and I know full well it's going to be nothing but 'friendly'.

Giving him a firm nod, we proceed outside to the garden, away from Subaru's roses and the water fountains of course. Who knows what the outcome would be if we trampled the garden or broke the fountain, from what I've heard...severe punishment from the Vampire King himself.

*Anyone who's played the game would know what happened when Subaru broke the statue and when Shu flunked high school and had to repeat...vampire Ketchup Daddy was not happy...*

Dribbling against each other, we shot goals at a specific point at the wall at the side of the house. We spend hours facing off against each other and trying to win, which took a long time due to our stubborn attitudes and winning streaks we had to uphold. Eventually, the long game ends, which took a while to convince each other to finally finish the match as a tie.

"How about another round? It'll be the defining factor" I question eagerly.

"Better get ready to be beaten then, Melons" He sniggers way too confidently, since he's about to lose to a girl.

Matching his overconfident grin, I seize the ball from his hands and begin to dribble to the other end of the court.

"You're on Ore-sama!"

Hooray!

I hope you all loved this chapter, and for those who don't know Japanese that well (me, I only know some words from watching anime😜) I promise to leave translations for any non-English words down the bottom in the authors notes.

*Ore-sama: "Yours Truly" or (as I found out just recently) it can be literally translated to "my royal self"

Well, there's a daily fact for you.

So long fellow fangirls/fanboys! Until next time!

XXX