shu head cannons

lock down story pt1

these stories belong to diabolic shu over on tumblr and shu belongs to the company name Rejet. 

Note from original author:"Hey everyone!! Long time no see! I've been doing so much lately even on lockdown, helping to sort out my workplace etc. Yet not really had anything to do with my spare time. You know I like to keep busy! So I decided to write something just to see if I've still got my spark!! Plus I miss you guys and Shu ❤️🌹 Let me know what you think! Definitely think my writing style has changed! It's been so long"

Blood is red

It's tastier blue

Give me your body,

So I can drink you.

"That's your valentine poem is it?"

I'm staring down at Ayato's homemade cards he's sending out to his 'lovers'.

"Amazing right?!" He beams proudly, "Came up with it myself."

"Wow." I'm slightly actually amazed, not by the poem but his ego. He really thinks it's that good. There's no point in saying how crap it is because he won't listen.

He leans back in his chair totally pleased with himself. "I'm so smart, I don't understand why I'm not King yet."

"Yeah..." I try I slowly back away from the table and make an escape to my room.

"You got anything from your 'lover' yet?" I stop and turn, glaring at his smug face.

He knew I hadn't received anything. Just picking at my heart strings.

"He doesn't have to." I clarify, "I don't need crappy poems to know he likes me."

With that comment I make a swift exit before he realises the insult.

Shit. Ayato got to me. Which is mostly annoying because I knew he would.

My steps on the stairs are probably too loud, I'm practically stomping. I don't need silly gifts.

I find myself down the main corridor, slowly walking by his painting. His blue eyes shine out so brilliantly, his hair a blonde mess of beauty.

Stupid man. Stupid me.

Falling in love with a vampire.

Ugh, I've become everything I hated. Moping around after a guy with less feelings than a stone.

"Aren't you suppose to be in your room?" A cold hard voice calls out to me. Reiji slides his glasses back up his nose in a swift motion before giving me his famous glare.

"I..I was just on my way.." I stammer, this twat really gets under my skin. There's always a chill down my spine.

"Hm..don't waste your time admiring such useless paintings.." His dark eyes shoot a hating look at Shu's portrait.

I'm 100% ready to argue back but remember I'm only one little human girl. Well, hardly a girl now. 20 years old in fact. I just look so young. They mentioned something about my blood when I arrived. Quality and taste is everything to them. I'm used like a bottle of wine.

After not saying anything he huffs and silently walks away. Leaving me to sigh away my frustrations and look up at my useless love one more time before I leave.

My room is dark and eerie, I hate it. I have a strict routine when I enter, light on, candles on and windows open. To get rid of any evil or scary thoughts out the room. I know it's silly. I laugh at myself. But it calms me. Living in these conditions isn't great for your mental health you know.