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

Chapter 43: hoes....literally ;)

What was I doing again?

I opened my eyes.

Ah right....

I was in a bear trap...

Quite literally.

"Ugh, you mosquitoes and your cliche shoujo love interest ways..." I mumble, causing him to give me a loud, questioning HAAAAH?! "Look at this, what am I?" I roll my eyes gesturing at his arms that were planted by my head. "Some manga protagonist named Yui?" His eye twitched, clearly annoyed.

"It's like six in the morning, do you want to start your damn vegetable garden or not?" I ask pointedly, shoving past him to the rest of the boxes. I Bent down to pick up a hoe.

"If ya don't do the gardening yourself, I'm gonna end up planting the tomatoes with the aloe vera," I threaten, reaching into the box and pulling out a pack of seeds, pointing the hoe in my hand vigorously.

"You-!" He yelled angrily and snatched the paper packet and hoe from my hand and shooed me away. (Or should I say Shu-ed... AHAHAHHAAHAH.... :')) 'damn vampires get all the hoes...'

I rolled my eyes and moved back over to the greenhouse, picking up my other glove, that he had oh so graciously thrown into the mud, and continued working on the windows.

The sun rose as we worked, a visual indicator of the time that had passed. I continued to clean all of the windows on the greenhouse, even on the inside that was cleaner but smelled mustier than Toko Fukawa in Ultra Despair Girls.

The whole time we kept rather silent, the only noise being the shoveling of dirt, squeaking of glass and occasional sigh from either of us.

Eventually though, I did finish cleaning up the entire greenhouse and boy was it rewarding. The structure gleamed brilliantly under the late morning sun, sunlight sparking off the crystalline panels perfectly accenting the gold supports that held all the windows.

I wiped off the sweat that stubbornly crept onto my face despite the cold temperatures and turn to Yuma.

The progress he had made was a sight to behold as well. Wooden brackets sectioned off plots of different soils, colourful pots serving as smaller planters dotted around the area. Small, even rows of holes and markings dotted each level surface, an indication of where each seed had been carefully nestled into the soil.

Looking around, I caught sight of the person who had made the plots as he stood up from a planter on the far right. He now had white cotton gloves that were dyed a light brown from all the dirt he had been touching and his hair was now escaping in little wisps from around his bun. The golden light of the sun dancing through each strand of hair in a mesmerising pattern as the orange locks glowed like fire.

He looked pretty damn hot.

Not that I'd ever boost his ego by telling him that.

I walked over to the boy who now appeared to be happy with his handywork. As I glanced over the newly decorated yard I let out a happy huff. 'after everythings grown in, it'll definitely look really pretty.'

I glance up at the tall vamp, giving him a grin. "Nice job, I can't wait for everything to grow in!" I give him a thumbs up before moving back over to the greenhouse to pack away the cleaning supplies.

Then, of course, totally not overly done, EXTREMELY UNEXPECTEDLY-!

I was grabbed by the wrist.

Yay me.

"Oi sow, give me your blood." Wow, how original...

I groan, now both sleep deprived, aching AND sweaty. DEFINITELY NOT IN THE MOOD FOR THIS CRAP.

"Sow..." I mutter, thinking of potential rhymes as the boy leans closer. "Sow.." I mutter again, louder this time. He clicked his tongue and looked back up at me, his face now right by my neck.

"Sow..." I say again to which he growls, clearly irritated. "What about it!?" He snapped, grip tightening around my wrist.

"SOW SOW SOW!" I yell, beginning the choreographed dance. "SO THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO MATCH WITS-" I sing in his face, making him back up and his grip to weaken. I wrench free with an oh so elegant twirl. "With someone at yo level, WHAT THE HELL IS THE CATCH?!" I continue, much softer now as sprint back towards the house, arms outspread like some weird albatross. "It's the feeling of freedom! Of seeing the light!" I hear the boy stomp after me. "It's Ben Franklin with a key and a kite!" I dart to the back door, managing to catch him just before he got too close. "You see it right?" I ask the boy before, in perfect comedic timing, shutting the door on his face.

In hindsight, was pissing off the boy more like this a bad idea? Yes. Was it fun though? Hell yes.

'Remind me to get him some sugar cubes so he won't come after my ass...'

I think before I exhale a breath, dusting my hands off, effectively ridding myself of the situation for now.

I turn around to head back to my room but realise why it had taken me up till now to use the back door...

I was lost...

'goddamn it'

The backdoor had somehow lead to this strange lounge area that I'd never been in before. Worn yellow sofas sat around one another on their last legs, literally. The smell of mould and rotten wood was faint but very much present, and the thick layer of dust caking every surface wasn't exactly helping the place look any better.

The room had no further exits, just the door that led outside.

Well except for tge staircase that led downstairs...

And as far as I knew we never HAD a downstairs...

Warily, I crept around the banister of the staircase and peered down. A dim red light illuminated the base of the staircase, its glow only giving whispers of what lay beyond.

'well...this beats getting bit I guess?'

Slowly I took a step down.