•This is Real• [Diabolik Lovers × Male! OC]

Chapter 23: *~ËdGęÿ~*

After that we had a little meeting in my room with the rest of the Sakamakis.

Turns out, I did have a bit of a fever, well ok maybe a lot of a fever. Somehow I'd caught a nasty cold together with the fever. To say the boys were worried would be an understatement.

So we came up with a plan. Until I got better I would study from home during school time. The Mukamis wouldn't be home during that time either so I wouldn't run into them. After school the Sakamakis would take turns "guarding" me, making sure the Mukamis wouldn't try anything while I was sick.

A foolproof plan!

Well not quite.

You remember how I never saw Azusa in school, yeah turns out he kinda just stays at home.

Which now meant my home.

Thing is, I didn't realise this until today, the second day I've stayed home because of this stupid cold.

How did I find out you might ask?

DUDE BASICALLY ENTERED MY ROOM WHILE I WAS STUDYING AND SCARED ME SO BAD I NEARLY BROKE MY PENCIL.

What a good first impression, no?

'Well, at least he seems nicer than his brothers.'

We were now walking down the hall together, me deciding to take a chance to break the ice with the kindest of the Mukamis before delving into the more dangerous brothers.

'Azusa Mukami, youngest of the Mukami brothers though none of them are exactly blood related. Quite a sweetheart except for his compulsion to hurt those he loves, considering it a pleasureable experience... Oh and his favourite food is litterally those japanese chilli flakes in the red shaker containers.'

"A-ace...? Do you like knives..?" I look up to face the boy.

'damn, getting freaky already? Take me to dinner first-'

Well I did sort of remember he had some fascination with hurting himself so I might wanna side step that as much as I can. "I guess they can be interesting, the intricate metalwork on some blades are really beautiful." I smile, hoping that answer was satisfying enough. "I-i never thought of that before..." I caught him peeking down at his mummified arms before his mouth twitched up in a smile.

"S-so you do like knives?"

"I guess I do?" I smile gently, not realising I had to be more careful around the boy than I thought.

"I knew you would..." Before I could clarify on what he meant, his hand clasped around my wrist, slamming me into the wall. My heart seemed to fall out of place as my breath caught in my throat.

His grip was painfully firm, pinning my arms to the wall. His chest was pushed against mine making breathing labourious. I was trapped.

Mind you it wasn't his action that scared me. What scared me most was that dead look in his eyes, it looked almost like frosted glass. A pearlescent sheen like that of a dead fish. He looked like death itself had given up. It was this revelation that strangely made me relax.

He was just like the Sakamakis, acting on what he learnt from years of torment and trauma.

A cold touch to my neck sends a shockwave down my spine.

"Should I caress you with my knife..? It feels really nice..."

Well now that instinct he learned from his trauma is threatening to slice my neck open so I'd better act quick. "A-azusa I-" a sharp pain digs into my neck as he pushes it into my skin.

"Azusa, stop, I don't like this." I try to sound as firm as possible as I dig my nails into his hand to get him to release me.

It doesn't work.

I could scream but no one would hear me. The Sakamakis were a half hour away. The knife sliced further still as he placed more pressure on the blade.

"You like knives right...? You're like me, right...?" He smiled a chilling grin.

By now I could feel a hot liquid trickle down my neck, blood, my blood.

"Thats right, I-i am like you-" I start but bite my tongue as the cold blade sinks deeper into my flesh. "Think about how you felt when someone first did this to you!" I choke out, the blood loss not mixing well with my fever. "Did you enjoy it?"

To my relief he pauses, the knife no longer making its way into my neck.

"If you didn't enjoy it then, think about how I feel now," I look him in the eyes but his gaze is cast down to the floor. "Why would you make me go through this when you didn't enjoy it to begin with?" I had to get out soon, my vision was going hazy.

"B-but, doesn't it feel good?" He looked genuinely confused.

As dangerous as the situation was I couldnt helo but feel a bit sympathetic for the boy. But now was not the time. "No, it doesn't, it hurts." I blink away tears, a deep unease coarsing through me as black spots cloud my vision.

His grip softens and the knife is withdrawn from my neck.

"Y-you don't have to do this to love someone you know?" I gasp, trying to catch my footing as blood pours from my neck no matter how much my hands press against the wound.

"Ace...?"

In my last waking moments I caught sight of the grandfather clock in the hallway.

'theres still half an hour before they get back-'