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Parties had never been my thing. The loud music, the crowded people, the strange and uncomfortable smells all come together to pack itself into an explosion of a sensory was overload for me. Parties weren't exactly the devil's past time in my opinion-no. They just...weren't me. Spending most of my time watching shitty cartoons and reading fanfics, most people could tell I wasn't exactly a party goer. So, with that said, I racked through my own brain just thinking...why...? Why did I think this was a good idea.
About a half hour after Kanato had left me, I managed to get a hold of my sister through a pay phone. From there on, she got Ayato, and I finished up changing, and we were off. Though, I could feel myself getting more and more nervous as we began to reach our destination. My hands felt clammy and a thin layer of cold sweat formed on my face. My face felt itchy with makeup. I so badly wanted to rub my eyes, but every time I looked in the mirror, I saw a someone pretty, and I wanted to keep that...even if it was at the expense of discomfort. They weren't kidding when they said that pain is beauty.
I managed to convince myself with casual clothes. I felt so pressured that I might be judged for being seen as a prude or a slut, but in the the end, it didn't really matter. As long as I was with Ayato, I was fine. I swallowed a lump in my throat as we flew through the air. I had convinced the red-haired vampire to carry me right this time. His arms were wrapped securely around my knees and my shoulders as he carried me with ease. The sun was slowly setting and we were drifting through an orange sky. I couldn't help but stare. It was terrifying but beautiful. The swirl of purple clouds drifted through the colorful abyss that would be dusk. I noted that it would be dark soon, however. I gripped Ayato's sleeve at the thought. A party at night...it had been my first. A house filled with people I didn't know, but it was too early to be scared about nothing, right? Though, my grip seemed to be more harsh than I anticipated as the Sakamaki dropped his gaze.
"You alright," he questioned. The low howling of the wind accompanied his voice, but I was still able to hear him clearly. It would seem he wasn't going to fast. I inhaled slowly, taking in the fresh air. Every time I flew with one of the vampires, they always picked me up in such a harsh and rash manner. I was never really able to appreciate the view before me.
"...Yeah, I'm just nervous, ya know? I'm not really a party person. In fact, the closest thing I had to a party were dumb sleepovers with friends." I scoffed to myself, thinking back on my memories of what used to be my home. It was no longer such though, and my friends had moved on...so had I. I sighed and rested my head on Ayato's chest gently. I could feel him tense up for a moment before removing my head. "I-I'm sorry, was that weird?"
"N-no!" He responded in a stutter. "It's fine. Don't worry about it. I just lost my focus for a moment." I hesitated before placing my head back on his chest. There was no heartbeat, but I could feel his chest rise and fall. A vampire's anatomy was a mystery to me, but that was a question for a later date. "I guess you're nervous, though, huh?" He asked. I stared at him before nodding. I guess I was that obvious. "Yeah, I guess parties ain't everyone's scene, but I'm happy you decided to come with me. So, the least I can do is stay with ya."
"You don't have to stick by me," I scoffed. "I might hold you back from having a good time. I might end up hiding in a corner or locking myself in the bathroom." I played this off as a joke, but I feared that it was quite the possibility. "I'll just be Michael in the bathroom~" I hummed, trying to mask my nervousness. Though, it would seem Ayato was unaffected as he frowned.
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