Anime, the wonderfilled world of dynamic animations and interesting plotlines, was once my only escape from the world.
Because of those fictional characters made up of lines on a screen, I began to fall in love with drawing and animation.
Well, but first I fell in love with the Sakamaki brothers.
A silly crush on fictional characters was all it was.
So I slowly forgot that feeling,
until...
I was on my way back from school, walking the long way and weaving inbetween allies that channeled the crisp, late winter air. It was at the alley between 3rd and 4th street that I found it.
At first it only caught my attention because of the dull reflection it gave off. As I walked closer I noticed the console and took in its shape. A PlayStation Vita. A console I recognized from my old days of fawning over pictures of it while scrolling through ebay, wishing and praying that I would be able to afford one eventually. I never did manage to get one.
A flutter of child-like joy filled me as I, admittedly, glanced around for any possible owner of the console before scooping it up to inspect it.
The console looked brand new. No scratches or stains, the plastic still a light grey. I booted up the system and the screen lit up with the PlayStation logo. It was then that my trip down memory lane became even more nostalgic.
I saw the Diabolik Lovers title flash across the screen.
I remembered the whole of the franchise and the feelings I had once felt right then and there. How I related to the characters and their sufferings, how I adored the main character from the games for her neverending compassion for the brothers.
Though I was never a fan of the anime's portrayal of her.
I had loved this series, every twist and turn, every cheesy word.
Well, "had" being the main word in that sentence. I don't know when was the last time I had seen the faces of the Sakamaki's or the Mukami's, but in that moment, it was as though I'd never forgotten about it.
The name and personality of each brother, right down to their favourite food, I remembered all the little details from my cringey prepubescent days.
I scoffed but couldn't stop myself from slipping the PS Vita into my duffle bag.
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I made my way back home, if you could call it that.
It was a rather large but rundown mansion that my grandfather once owned.
Once I came of age, it became mine.
It had been barely a year since I started living here.
It was lonely but it was a roof over my head.
I slowly made my way up the stairs, noting all the emoty rooms in this labrinth of a house.
'maybe i should look into finding housemates?'
Eventually i reached my room.
I tossed my outerwear aside and flopped onto my bed, grey brick in hand.
Before I could start a new game, I noticed the single save file in the game's storage. It was labeled 'Test 17' and the image for the file was of a scene I had never seen from the franchise before but somewhat recognized. I clicked on the file and the game booted slowly. I watched impatiently as the file loaded and as the bar finally reached 100%, the game crashed.
By then I was beyond annoyed and rebooted the game. I started a new game straight away, then not noticing the lack of a certain save file.
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Hello, hello, hello my fabulous people! I don't know how many people will read this but welcome!
So I haven't posted in ages and I don't really have an excuse. I rushed the end of my previous fanfic for Diabolik Lovers so I wanted to explore their development more!
Inspired by 'No Fanfiction'!!!
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•This is Real• [Diabolik Lovers × Male! OC]
FanfictionOFFICIALLY COMPLETED!! {As a child grows there are bound to be phases that they enter and then leave. With our particular main character, that was a fascination with the Diabolik Lovers Franchise. His first viewing of the anime occurred when he was...