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

Chapter 36: dIsgUsTaNG

Trigger warning: attempts at sexual assault mentioned. Nothing too bad happens but just a heads up.

Well, I always knew Subaru and Kou had a rivalry going on in the games and anime but I didn't think it was this bad.

As I watched the, admittedly, good performance from the wings, Subaru was having a little sulking session. He chose to lean against one of the back walls with his arms crossed across his chest, staring straight ahead at who knows what.

I turned back to the performing blonde, a charming smile that made audience members swoon spread across his face. He sang energetically into his headset, matching the backup dancers in their enthusiastic movements.

'Kou Mukami, second brother of the Mukami's. Works as an idol yet hates humans... Strange isn't it?

Has a prosthetic right eye which can see the thoughts of those he speaks to.

Despite being an idol thus having to go through a ton of outfit changes, he's not too great with buttons. Oh and most importantly, he loves cats.'

It was about half-way into the fifth song where the overwhelming urge to pee came over me.

I glanced around but couldn't spot Subaru anywhere. Deciding he must've stomped off somewhere in his little hissy fit. I got the attention of one of the stage attendents and was directed to the toilet behind the storeroom.

I looked around again in a last ditch effort to find the boy but alas he was no where to be seen.

'you'd think a 178cm tall albino would be easy to spot but I guess not...'

So I headed to the bathroom on my own.

To get there though I had to walk through the cramped storage room. Racks of unused costumes filled the floor as fabric and different ribbons and rope hung from rafters. As I shuffled past the first wall of dusty clothes,  I reached the electronic section where rolls of cables and different gadgets were placed in little grey trolleys for easy transportation. The gaps I had to squeeze through were stupidly small but eventually I reached the flimsy door to the toilet.

'dang, does everyone have to do this everytime they wanna pee?'

With my bladder screaming at me,  I quickly opened the door and got down to business.

Once I was done, I washed my hands in the tiny basin in the toilet when I heard a small rattling. I looked around the room and discovered where it was coming from.

The lock to the door was wiggling and jumping, someone was trying to pick the lock.

"U-uh occupied!" I call out a little disgruntled but the picking didn't stop, only increasing in force. "I'm almost done, hold on..!" I felt my voice die in my throat.

'what the hell is this person getting at...?'

I quickly rinse off the soap suds on my hand turn open the lock. I open the door rather harshly, successfully making the person outside take a couple steps back.

I got a look at their face and instantly recognized them as the one who sent me here to begin with.

'it's that damn stage attendent...'

He looked at me with a strange smile.

I furrowed my brow and tried to push past him but he grabbed my arm. Already used to countering this thanks to all the practice I'd gotten from our beloved mosquitoes, I quickly shook off his hand.

"You're rather pretty, like a girl..." He muttered eerily. I almost gagged right then and there. 'I know my hair's gotten pretty long but this is just ridiculous. It's not like I was as feminine looking as Kanato...'

I just gave him a disgusted glare and began making my way back to the door. Except...

It seemed he knew this room much more than I did, blocking off my path before I could advance any further.

'ugh Subaru was right, I should've brought the damn knife.'

"Your skin looks so soft, just let me touch-" he reached his grubby fingers out again. "FAT CHANCE!" I yell in utter disgust, slapping his hand away and putting more distance between us. His face contorted into a frown as he moved towards me again.

Thinking on my feet, I grabbed one of those electronics carts and shoved it at him, pinning him against a rack of clothes. I made a run for the door but he almost cornered me again, forcing me to retreat once more. Slowly he stomped his way towards me, now a heck of a lot more heated than he was previously.

I considered yelling for help but chances were my screaming would be drowned out by the booming concert outside.

I quickly scanned the room, trying to find anything to defend myself with but nada. The guy was slightly taller than me and much more heavyset, putting me at a huge disadvantage fighting wise.

He edged towards me as I took another desperate look around. Then I looked up.

Taking my chances I waited for him to get close, make him think I was cornered. Then-

I jumped up, grabbing onto the low hanging rafters and using my forward momentum to launch my feet forward, nailing him in the groin. He gasped loudly, doubling over.

Not taking and chances, I ran to the side instead of risking him grabbing me if I tried stepping over him. I shoved a cart out of the way and as I neared the door I could hear the soft murmurs of banter. People were outside!

'Get to the door, I just have to-'

A rack was practically thrown at me, knocking me against the front wall of the room.

I felt the air leave my lungs, a searing pain in my head as I slammed into the wall.

The bar of the rack was then forced up, pinning me to the wall by the neck.

I couldn't breathe, I couldn't scream and I couldn't move.

He ran a caloused hand up my thigh, resting on my hip as I coughed, desperate for air. He moved the hand further up as I shook. 'w-what is he- no-'

I squirmed and thrashed, desperate to get some pressure off of my throat but he only pushes harder. A sharp pain robs my senses for a second as I feel the cut in my neck split back open.

"P-plea-" I retch but I could hardly even hear myself.

I slowly listened in despair (Junko that you?) as the sounds of people talking outside grew softer and soon faded away.

There was no one to help me.

He finally released the rack, leaving me to collapse to the floor, heaving as I forced air back into my lungs.

"NOW, WHERE WERE WE?" He cackled cruelly.

I balled my fist.

"Come, let me see you-" he placed a hand on my chin, forcing me to face him.

I could feel the blood from my neck trickle down my back.

He leaned nearer, his repulsive face approaching mine.

In a last ditch effort, I raised my hands and scratched at his face with reckless abandon. I felt my nails catch and mame.

He screamed and fell back and I leapt off the floor.

'the door, please-!'

My hand was inches from the handle, then-

*kthunk*