Diabolik Soulmates

~Chapter 23~

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Today's OST is a sad song for a sad chapter😭 As usual, let's get straight on with the story!

Enjoy!

Aya's POV:

Hesitating, I take a deep breath before I open the door to his room. Sighing in relief as I realise he isn't in his room, I close the door behind me.

"Long time no see, Melons" Ayato greets from his position on the couch.

I hold back a frustrated sigh, but I continue to stare him down. For almost minutes, we continue to awkwardly look into each other's eyes, as if begging for answers that aren't wished to be shared.

"Are you just going to stand there and admire Oresama all day, or am I going to get some answers" His cocky side showed for a second, but turns into more of a cold glare afterwards.

"What answers? Everything you needed to know about me was revealed in my memories, what more could you possibly need?" I return his slight glare.

"So you don't trust me, even after seeing my own past" Ayato stands, stepping over to me.

"sigh Look, Ayato, I understand that you and I share a similar pain, but you have to understand that I'm still hurt even years after the whole ordeal" I reveal, not moving an inch.

"And you don't expect me to feel the same way? Melons, we're in the same boat, you've witnessed my past and I have yours, now all I want you to do is explain to me what I haven't seen" He gains his pace.

"Oh, no. You can't just come into my life and expect me to dig up everything I've spent years burying deep in the ground!" I put my hands up in front of me, backing away.

Witnessing this, he suddenly becomes hostile and backs me up against his door, slamming his hands against the door next to me and blocks any escape with his body.

"I won't ask again! Tell me who was in that cell!" He shouts directly in my face, sneering in anger.

"Ayato stop!" My eyes widen in fear and shock at his angered expression and sudden volume.

"Who!" He bares his fangs in a threatening manner, his face inches from mine as I can feel his hot breath against my face.

"My father!" I admit, my volume matching his.

My eyes close as I cannot be faced with his probably horrified expression.

"My abusive; pathetic, selfish, greedy...father" I list all his faults.

Letting his hands slide from next to me as he allows my freedom, I cringe at the deadly silence and tension that hangs in the air, with my head lowered in shame.

"Why" He states, so simply it doesn't even sound like a question.

It was too far to go back on my words now, whatever questions he has left, must be answered now or never. After all, hiding the painful truth from someone you love can be even more torture than the actual events.

"Why what?" I inquire, not sure which part of my life he wants me to share, but I have a pretty good idea.

"Why were you in a rotten old dungeon cell, hanging from the wall by your wrists in iron shackles" Ayato pushes, over elaborating on the entire scene.

"It was my special punishment. Every time I did something wrong or disobeyed my father, it was straight down to the dungeon" I add a humourless laugh, but my hidden face represents a complete emptiness, my fists clenched in anger.