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A gasp left her soft lips as she opened her eyes wide, shaking. Before she knew it, her face was filled with her own tears . The pain in her neck was just too familiar to bare, yet there was nothing, no matter how much she rubbed it. Turning around to look at the window of her small apartment, Yui held her breath. She was so, so sure that one of them was going to come in any moment now...

It was painful.

She chose to be left alone, she chose to just not stay with neither and live her life, yet she was still under her protection. Then why does she feel like this? Why does she feel like she made a grave mistake? No, she did made a mistake, a fatal one, a mistake that could take her life. She just signed a dead wish with those guys...!

Yui closed her eyes shut, slowly. She wanted to bawl her eyes out, but any sound, any noise could attract an unwanted attention. The pettite girl carefully got up from the bed, looking around. As much as she disliked the apartment, she didn't hate it completely, and it was a really nice offer she just couldn't pass on: Kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, and a small living room with a T.V., what else could she ask for? Well... For starters, she could ask for the nightmares—No, the memories to go away. As far away as possible. But that's not how humans work, now is it? Yui couldn't sleep in peace knowing what she did. She really left them, all without them knowing, in secret and with a little bit of help. She left for good. She'll be replaced in a week or two. The years she spent with them will be nothing for them soon enough, and their rage and betrayal they'll soon fell will colapse on them.

... Ten years.

Ten years of what could be described as a portion of hell, with her disguising it as "little bumps on the road" with her relationship between the three families. Ten years, yet now that she was away, now that she never had to see them again, she feels the same danger as she felt every time she went to sleep, just ten times— no, a hundred times worse. She couldn't help but feel that emerald pair of feline-like eyes on her. Her stomach started to twist and move in disgust, an uncomfortable knot began to form itself in the middle of her throat, along with the horrid need of vomiting. His gaze, his touch, everything felt so disgusting. He was disgusting. Everyone of them was disgusting.

A rush of fear went down her body the moment she heard something, probably a sound the wood made, but still Yui pulled the covers up her head. Childish, yes, but what else could someone like her do, when she was so used to just helplessly lay there? She couldn't fight them. They were stronger. She still remembered that time Subaru broke her wrist, and she had it like that for a long, long while... Well, a week doesn't seem that long, but it was only when her blood started to decline that they finally let her go and see someone.

But it was in that moment Yui had to leave those memories behind, since she noticed something smells. It was bad at all, but she couldn't figure out what.

( Someone's in the kitchen. )

That thought alone was enough to make her shiver. She didn't want to get out of bed, but not only the subtle yet somewhat audible sounds of kitchen stuff were keeping her awake, but the feeling of uneasiness was killing her.

Carefully, she got up, not caring a bit about her bare feet against the cold floor, just to make her best to go out of her room and see what was happening... Until she opens the door and two bodies frozen when meeting each other's gazes.

“... Uh,—” The albino, pale-looking young man started, stuttering, yet looking at her in the eyes, not knowing what to say or do. “—good night for you, too...?”

Her body somewhat relaxed. This was Yvonne's eldest son, after all... And one of the people that helped escape. Still, Yui rubbed her eyes in pure exhaustion. Seriously, she wasn't in the mood for this, she almost had a heart attack.

“Convoitise—”

“I know, I know—” He cut her off while looking away, thinking to himself just how stupid this was. “I know it was creepy on my part to just... Well, do this, but it's really concerning me when I literally feel your feelings... You're literally right in front of my shop, you know?”

Yui snapped her neck to look at him and her expression told her everything: She did not, in fact, know that she was right in front of his clothing shop. With a sigh in unison from the both of them, Yui looked down at his hands. When he noticed, the albino boy made a sign to make it clear the little red velvet tart was for her. She reluctantly took it, still glaring at him.

“How did you get in?”

“... What—”

“How did you get in, Convoitise?”

“Oh, your door was open.”

Silence.

“... Without lock?”

“Without lock, indeed.”

Yui wanted to scream. Uhg, she was so used to the doors of her room not having any way to lock anyone outside nor inside... It was pure habit at this point. Yui just sighed, resigned, and turned back while turning the light on. Convoitise followed, and just like the platinum blonde girl, sat on the side of the bed.

“... You can't sleep.” He started. “I can tell.”

“... I'm fine, really.”

“You know you can't lie to me, Yui.” He scoffs with a smile, looking down at his hands. “But neither can I...”

They stayed in silence for a bit. It was awkward at first, but somewhat Yui was... Glad, somehow? Well, it wasn't necessarily a good thing, but still, it's been a while since she has something near to a normal interaction.

“How are you holding with the translator mom got you?” He asked, finally turning his head to look at her. Yui sighed with 0a smile, all while tasting that delicious red tart he... Got her? Made for her? Well, doesn't matter, it was delicious anyhow.

“It's been a live-saver. I'm still learning German little by little, but having that little device your mom made is actually amazing.” Yui gave him a sided smile as she finally left the empty plate on her nightstand, turning to him. “... Was it ok?”

“What?”

“Leaving them, was it really OK?” She asked, closing her eyes. “I can't help, but feel bad that I left without a trace...” Yui took a good look at the only window in the bedroom, the night sky gracefully clear and full of stars. “They... Really cared about me.”

Silence, then Convoitise sighs.

“You know that's a lie, don't you?”

Silence.

“As much as I'd like to say the opposite, you know I'm right.” He continued, looking at his own hands. “Not because they're demons, that's the most cheap and lamest excuse I've ever heard. It's because of what happened to them, but even something as horrible as their own childhood is just a stupid excuse for their behaviour.” He continued, looking at Yui's face. That expression, even when filled with sadness, was exactly the one she had when his mother asked her if she really wanted to stay with those beasts. “You know... You're the first one.”

“Eh...?” Yui seemed to come back to her senses when he said that. “What do you...?”

“You're the first bride I've met alive...” He, hesitant at first, placed his hand on top of hers. “and let me tell you, I was happy. I was happy that you were alive, that you were safe in a sense or another.”

Silence. Again.

“... I've met so many souls that came from that wrenched place, so many girls and, sometimes, boys that just were completely broken from that place alone. And I've never met someone like you.” He took his hand away, slowly, but didn't notice how Yui sat closer to him. “Maybe because you were special, maybe because you had pure "luck", but either way, you decided to live...”

“... What can I say? Any member from the Komori family is rather stubborn.”

The both of them chuckle at the joke. Convoitise feels like she's finally feeling somewhat relieved.

“Well, you stubborn woman, I promise you, whenever you need m—us...” He quickly saved himself the humiliation of saying "me", it's not only him that's there to protect Yui... “We're there for you. All of us...”

“I know... I just wish that things were different. That they were different...”

They looked at each other's eyes, and without noticing, they talked in unison.

“But once a Sakamaki, always a Sakamaki.”

“... Can I hug you, Yui...?” His question was simple, spoken in a soft manner. The Komori girl hesitated, but nodded, and instead of arms, soft wings are wrapped around her body. What was this scent...? It made her nostalgic in a way, even if she knew it was the first time she smelled something as... as soft as this.

Yui sighed. She chuckles a bit, but Convoitise looks at her. Just as he thought, the little chuckles turned into giggles, and the giggles quickly turned into soft sobbing from her. The pink-eyed girl quickly covered her face, and Convoitise just looked at her, waiting for her to say anything, but there was nothing. She couldn't find the words to express just how nerve-wracking was all of this. It was absolutely terrifying, but at the same time, she felt happy. After ten years, ten horrible years, she was finally away from them. She was alive. And as much as she felt like it was a lie, a part of her reassured her that nobody was going to hurt her nor suck her blood like she was just a Kool-Aid. Still, she was so, so sure that they'll eventually find her, and there'll be hell for her to pay, probably so much worse compared to what she endured. And through her stay with those guys, to think that millions and millions of girls suffered just as horrible things, if not worse, before her.

She still remembered the night Laito finally got his way with her with Kanato's and Ayato's help. She remembered just got painful it was, her blood, and how miserable she felt afterwards. It was a miracle nothing happened out of that, the last thing she needed was a child out of that situation. Still, their touch, their mocking, their looks; just remembering that was disgusting. Remembering just the ways she was dragged to the dungeon, either by the hair or by her wrist; remembering just the dreadful feeling when Reiji called her to have tea with him, with her knowing it was poison, most likely; and that was only the tip of the iceberg. The night Ruki tried to force himself into her, the night Yuma almost killed her with a single punch, the night Kou almost made his fans kill her, the night Azusa tried to make her kill herself with him even if that wasn't his entire intention at all, the night-no, the many occasions Carla choked her to the point of leaving marks that lasted a week at least, all while all of them sucking her blood. She didn't even want to remember Shin...

She tried. She knew she did, and she knew Convoitise was aware of that, too. She really tried her best, trying to make them better... But, at last, she stopped believing in them. It was just as Yvonne said: “Those kind of abusers, those kind of monsters are bound to stay like that for the rest of their life.”

“I—” Her voice was just as broken as she was. “I just thought they could change... I really hoped, I really knew they could, but— but—”

“Yui... Hey, Yui, listen to me, ok?” He gently pressed his forehead against hers. “Follow my lead, ok...?” Once he saw her nodd, he smiled softly. “Alright. Good... Breath in...”

Silence fills the room once again after she let's out a shaky sigh, her tears not stopping from going down her face, not even once. As for Convoitise, he doesn't answer, and just holds her hands while his white, feathered wings embrace the angel in front of him. He rubs her knuckles with his thumbs, and looks at her.

The both of them do as he said, Yui squeezing his hands tightly.

“One, two, three... Breath out...”

“Haah...”

“There we go. You're doing great. Let's go again, ok...?” He saw her nodd again. “OK... Breath it... One, two, three... Breath out.”

They did that a few more times, and eventually, she felt somewhat better, but she just... She just wanted to be alone and sleep. Convoitise noticed that, so as his wings slowly backed off and disappeared, he got up from bed.

“Well... I'm going to let you rest, ok? You had a long day, with the studies and all...” The golden-eyed boy smiled at her, immediately remembering what she told him what she wanted to do if she ever had the chance to go to college. “You wanted to study medicine, right?”

“Fufu, yeah... It's been a bit complicated, but the money your father sent is... You know.”

“Haah, yeah, I know...” Yui can't avoid a little laugh because of Convoitise tired reaction to that comment alone. “But he literally adores you. He can't help but see you as one of our own...”

“Pretty funny... And, uh, Convoitise...?”

“Yes?”

“Movie night tomorrow? My—”

“My treat, you stubborn human. But, I gladly accept.”

With a pout, Yui sighed and proceded to send Convoitise off. A wave from each of them, and she closed the door with lock this time. The pettite girl walked back to bed and found, to her surprise, a DVD music player, with a CD next to it and a note.

“I remember you told me you liked those melodies that you liked, the ones that reminded you of fairytales. I hope this helps with your sleep.”

The cottage was bigger inside, and Richter noticed this once Yvonne invited him inside, but there was this figure that stuck out of the scenery. This large... man. Yes, it was definitely a man.

His dark skin, his emerald eyes and his messy hair really made an impression of him: Yvonne still had terrible taste in men.

Yvonne sat Richter down while she sat next to this other man, and Richter noticed that he was holding a baby, a boy. He was so... small. That must d their youngest son.

“As I was saying, Richter, ” Yvonne spoke, taking a deep breath. “humans aren't really happy with a witch living in their forest, much less with their greatest demon. And since the kids were seen briefly, things are... getting out of hand. And that without mentioning your brother and his desire to experiment with—”

“Your children.” Richter whispered to himself, catching that man's attention. “And this man—”

“August.” She interrupted him, firmly. “My husband's name is August Kurosawa.”

Silence. Richter and August locks eyes and he can't help but feel somewhat uncomfortable. Never saw a demon like that, let alone one with such a gentle gaze.

“It's nice to meet—”

“Yvonne, he makes me s i c k.”

“Richter!”

After scolding him like a child, which he just growled as a warning, Yvonne kept explaining. It wasn't only them, it was an entire city of Ghouls at stake. Richter listened, not believing for a moment that the woman in front of him was actually the one that used to look down on everyone, the one that didn't care about anyone else except a few others, like him.

He couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

“Let me get this straight; you're about to go to war against the humans, because they have threatened your stupid family and ghouls, creatures ever so insignificant, and you're going exactly against my brother's, your King's orders, because you won't let him and those ignorant fools tell you what to do. Is that what you're doing? All for the sake of what you care about? All because you won't let my very own brother dictate your life?”

“... Yeah, pretty much.”

... To hell with it.

He had nothing left to lose at the moment. Cordelia didn't speak to him and he had no friends. Nobody would be missing him if he died, so why...?

Why did he feel anxious?

“Sign me up then.”

The next days, he spent some days in that cottage, when Cordelia didn't visit him. Yvonne left him alone with her kids or her husband when she was busy, and oh, he didn't waste any single time. Trying to prove himself to Yvonne to bust his ego a little, he told August he wanted to spar with him once. Of course, August refused.

Richter kept going at it.

For a month. A. MONTH.

To his surprise and utter terror, August didn't answer to his mocking and teasing badly. Rather, August actually agreed with him with a shy smile on his face.

Yvonne tried to stop that cabbage head but August said no. He wanted to see what was it that Richter wanted, and he's not actually saying anything that wasn't true.

Needless to say Yvonne glared at Richter every time he was near her husband.

One day, though, August decided to comply. He left the children in their cribs around eight in the afternoon, and with two swords, he approached Richter with a smile full of joy, like a dog. Richter couldn't help but feel lucky. This man was so gigantic, there was no way he was as fast as him... Even if his power was overwhelming, Richter had hope.

But that lasted less that two minutes when August already made him drop his sword in the blink of an eye.

The red-eyed man just froze as August's sword was right about to touch his throat, and his big figure and shadow towered him with ease.

“You're not bad at all, but...” The dark-haired man placed himself behind Richter, now placing his sword in Richter's hands. The Sakamaki looked down. His hands were so big and rough, they were gentle still. “Let's try this again, ok? I know a trick or two that you can easily pull off.”

Richter didn't complain. He was too surprised to do so. The aura that man gave was... Peaceful. Like he didn't need to have a care in the world.

But he pushed him. That green-haired Sakamaki glared at August, locking eyes with him, but didn't say anything else before turning back and walking to that cotagge. August was left in the middle of the forest that night, wondering what happened to Richter, and if he said something bad. But Richter...

Damn that stupid man.

The more time he spent with those four, the more he saw August's and Yvonne's interactions with each other and the two children. These boys so energetic and full of hope at such an age, refusing to hurt humans despite their origins and nature... Were they really demons? The way they slowly became more bold with him, the way they approached him, the way they smiled at him... Their parents seemed happy to see that.

And the touches... August's hands were always near of his, accidentally touching from time to time, and a few chuckles from him. The moments where he was reading to the kids were pure peace and kindness that he offered. Richter was there every single time, pretending to read while he listened to August's voice.

Yvonne, oh, she became a leader, to his dismay. She was still stubborn, but oh, dear, she became as smart as him, and that's a compliment (says Richter). Still, he noticed the little glances towards his direction, he noticed the times she bit her bottom lip, and the times she just smiled the same way she did with August.

And Richter was confused. Upset about it, even. What was this open affection towards him? Were they just trying to be nice? Or was it something else? The way they were whispering around when he was nearby, when he spent time with those two little bugs, what was all that about...?

Days passed. So did a few months.

They got prepared. They hid the kids.

The war came.

It was an unfortunate event. A gigantic breach that sealed the brothers' relationship with each other, and of course, he got to see Yvonne's unhinged expression. A sight worth to remember and shudder to...

And then, things seemed to go back to nor—

He had to live with them until Cordelia wanted him again.

And that's when things went a little bit more unexpected than he anticipated. Yvonne and August weren't shy of their affection towards each other, and they were soon aware that he would be staring sometimes, even if he tried to brush it off. Still, there he was, actually letting them braid his hair out of him wanting to be a pure annoyance to them, or helping them cooking because they were doing it wrong, or...

... Oh.

Oh, no.

A realization came into him and he turned to Yvonne when she was cradling Convoitise. When they locked eyes, she was confused, but he was... Anxious. His face was heating up, and she chuckled at that sight. August passed by, and kissed her forehead while caressing Richter's face.

... What was happening here...

Well, it didn't matter...

After all, he came back to her quickly enough. It didn't matter if it hurted him, he had to.