The Switch {Diabolik Lovers Various x Reader}

Chapter IV(B) - Apologise

"I'm...sorry...I didn't mean to...upset you I just—" Laito threw you to the ground, eyes apoplectic even as he forced a laugh.

"You think your words upset me? Don't be ridiculous."

"They did though, or you wouldn't be so—" he slammed his foot into your chest, forcing you onto your back. You gasped for breath, white hot agony shooting though you. "Angry. You wouldn't be so angry. I know you don't want it to be seen, but I pissed you off massively by saying that and I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking, it just came out of my mouth. I don't believe anyone to be worthless; all life has value, even yours. I'm just...missing my home. My friends and family are so worried and I c-can't do a thing about it." To your horror you realised that tears were dripping down your face. Laito backed away as if stung and you took that chance to scramble to your feet and run out of the dining room, desperately trying to hold your sobs in as you sped through the hallways, not knowing where you were going or which direction you needed to take. You just had to get out of this mansion, with its oppressive atmosphere and its evil, sadistic inhabitants.

You blindly barrelled through a set of glass doors and a heavenly scent hit you, soothing you almost instantly. You wiped the tears that were clouding your vision away and stared in an awed silence at the beautiful garden you had stumbled across. White roses dominated your view, however when you looked beyond them you could see patch upon patch of diverse flowers that brought a smile to your face despite your inner turmoil. There were bright patches of bluebells, pansies and multicoloured roses that took your breath away, then there were the climbing plants that covered the trellises, almost shining with beautiful shades of purple, red and blue. The setting sun made everything glow almost ethereally, the array of colour stunning you and stealing your breath away. It was the first time since arriving that you'd felt at peace, and without even realising your feet had already taken you to the centre of the garden, where a lone bench stood. You sat down on it without even thinking, glad to be able to take in the view from such a wonderful place.

"It's nice here, isn't it?" You jumped as Subaru's voice spoke from directly beside you, holding none of the anger and bitterness it usually had; in its place was a sad wistfulness that made you want to wrap your arm around him in comfort. You didn't like that feeling one little bit, but you supposed that Subaru had been the least cruel to you so far, despite his angry outbursts.

"It's beautiful here." You agreed. "It has a sense of...tranquility. Of safety."

"My mother and I used to walk through here...on her good days..."

"Oh...Subaru, I—"

"I don't want your pity." He snapped, not looking at you. "I just know how it feels, to be separated from the ones you care about. I...just wanted to make sure you didn't do anything stupid like run away." His voice was back to its usual gruffness, but you were surprised to feel the warmth of kinship in your heart, for you knew that Subaru had been separated from his mother from a young age; it was one of the things your friends always ranted about, that it was unfair for a child to be put through such torment at the hands of his parents.

"Thank you Subaru. It's nice that you'd try to reassure me...to stop me from running off, naturally." You said quietly, and he gave an irritated huff that didn't quite hide the fact that he had smiled, if only for a split second. "You aren't a monster, you know. It doesn't matter what...other people say." He scowled darkly, turning to glare at you.

"You know nothing about me." He hissed angrily, grabbing your arm and dragging you close. "I'm going to prove just how wrong you are...because I can't resist it anymore..." he sunk his teeth into the uncovered part of your neck, other hand dropping to your waist to pull you to him. Surprisingly his bite was relatively gentle, and he wasn't gulping your blood from you as Kanato had. You found yourself not minding him taking your blood; he was proving your point with his reluctance to take more than you could handle. Then again, who knew what he was capable of, really? He pulled his fangs from your neck slowly, licking the wound clean of blood before standing, gazing down at you as if waiting for your furious reaction. You felt slightly woozy, but nothing like what you'd experienced in the past.