â â⎠Deadly Eyes âŽâ
n/t: hellooo gals, i really missed this story and my girls, even if its a little short i hope you like it.
tw: this chapter contains mention of drugs, violence and mental issues.
sinopsis: shu doesnt get any answers and mako is captivated by one of the sakamakis.
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The past last week in the Sakamaki mansion was not easy, mako has only been bitten by three of the brothers, Ayato is the one who stands out the most, always in her room bothering her and drinking her blood until he is satisfied, his fangs have left small scabs that take time to go away, but it doesn't bother mako that much, doesn't really care about them drinking her blood, mako is more concerned about the reason why she is there, in this place, cannot understand it, but everything indicates that her stay was something planned, like a sacrifice from the convent, like a ritual. Just thinking about it made her feel sick, the mansion and the school was boring, as a complement to pretend how monstrous this family was, her day to day felt empty, and unfortunately Kirari was always busy or sleeping, mako rarely saw her other than on trips to and from the academy, sometimes she met her in the mansion but she seemed somehow different, maybe Kirari already knew that the brothers were vampires but she hasn't had any indication of it, so mako doubted it, but it was a bit scary to see out the window to spot Kirari in the middle of the rose garden standing, not moving for hours.
mako has tried to talk to her but she always says strange, nonsensical things, as if she were daydreaming.
Mako walked through the halls, taking a walk before going to sleep, apparently it was the only thing that helped her calm her mind a little, otherwise, she would juts be tossing and turning all night trying to fall asleep. Her steps stopped when he saw a room slightly open, from inside a strange purple light, at the entrance there was a broken padlock next to some pieces that were once a chain. When he looked in she was able see something almost magical, the room was full of precious jewels that when they came into contact with the moonlight made the light spread everywhere, it was a delight to the eye.
Perhaps it was curiosity that pushed Mako to enter and touch the jewels, all with a slight layer of dust but she barely touched them, the true color of the jewel appeared, then approached a glass door that gave acess to a little balcony which faced the rose garden, kirari was still in the same spot, she was standing near one of the rose bushes with her pajamas on, It was just a small t-shirt with baggy pants. It wasn't the first time Kirari had done this kind of thing in the middle of the night.
Mako jumps at the sound of a book falling behind her, turns around and sees a small notebook on the floor and an upside-down photo next to it. but as she approaches, a strange pang makes her stop, like a bad omen, like a warning that she should not be there. But as the saying goes "curiosity killed the cat", Mako approached and took the small notebook together with the photo.
When she saw the photo the pang in her chest only intensified, it was a photo of the convent, and worse, a photo of her past. The fact that this very private photo, which even Mako thought was lost, is here, in this house, this only proves that his stay in the manor was really planned, apparently for a long time.
"oh?" quickly and instinctively, she hid the photo inside the book and without alerting the person behind it she put it between the books. when he turns around he sees one of them, with a peculiar smile and eyes similar to those of a cat "how did you get in here? huh, little bitch?" oh no, mako could handle everything but this guy.
It wasn't the first time she'd run into this guy, luckily, every time she ran into him, Ayato would appear and pull her away from him, but this time it feels different.
"i... i was just walking before going to bed and the.." laito interump her.
"by any change did you get lost? it is no surprise hehe" the way Laito looked at her felt like a mockery, as if he knew how superior she is, even his shadow over her felt heavy "but i was pretty sure the door was locked... did you broke it? wanting to steal perhaps?" Two simple steps that Laito approached and Mako's legs trembled, she couldn't deny that the vampires' gazes had an effect on her, like a reaction of anticipation.
"ah?! noo! i promise" He couldn't help but let her voice come out tremblingly, and even at this moment, she couldn't ignore Laito's appearance, he wasn't ugly at all. His light brown hair and green eyes didn't look much like Ayato, Laito's appearance was a little more feminine and fine, but his presence was very masculine. His mole only added to his beauty.
that was something strange since she arrived the place, she was almost hypnotized by their looks, she always had admire peoples beauty but with the sakamakis it felt different, maybe because they could kill her.
"how can i even belive you? huh little bitch?" and there was that disgusting nickname, but mako didnt take it too personal, she realize laito calling every female a bitch.
"but i didnt steal anything! i have no reason to.."
"mm... i wonder what the others would think about this.." mako didnt undertand him, he wanted to maybe give a bad image of her? why? she was telling the thruth, even so she was pretty sure that vampires can tell when a human is lying, he was playing?
"but i didnt steal" mako try to making him undertand, but he wasnt listening.
"i think ill have to inspect you to believe you" there was a certain tone in his voice, like a cat playing with a little mouse "dont worry, im much more gentle than ayato hehe"
laito came closer and grab her by her neck to slam her againts the bookshelf behind her, they were so close, mako could feel his calm brething on her lips. his green eyes seemed to shine as he look into her, like she was nothing more than a toy. "where should i begin huh? where do you want me? little bitch" even if he speaked like that, trying to seduct mako, it was making a totally different effect on her.
"huh? i..." if she stayed silent for too long, maybe he will bored off her "i um... i dunno... what kind of question is that?..." but it didtn take much for her to realize that laito wasnt necesarially talking about drinking her blood, since one of his hands strated touching her lower back to make their bodys be almost completly together.
"it quite amousing your little innocent act hehe..." and before he could even came closer to her neck, a sudden and horrible pain hit her chest, as if someone were stabbing her, mako cried out, confusing laito a bit "little bitch?"
"ow! my chest... it hurts... ohh...." she cried as her both hands were holding her own chest. mako looked at the window were a person was standing, a woman in a black dress smiled at her, the same green eyes as ayato mocking her for being in pain "ayato..?" almost instantly she fainted, laito catched her, but in his confused stated, he looked out the window, and he could tell ayato wasnt there, he take her on his arms and approached the window to see more, to only find kirari standing there alone like every night.
"kirari...?" he said to himself, laito just thought that mako was trying to call him, seeing someone on the window was maybe... not an option, for laito at least.
shu never, in his hole life called his father, it was not necessary and totally unwanted, but shu was for the firts time intrigued in that man choices.
why kirari? what maked him think she was a good bride in the firts place? rotten blood, terrible smell and intense, and something more.
"shu? what is the reason of your call? dont tell me you want to quit school again, you know what will happen to you" shu rolled his eyes at the mere heard of his arrongant voice, like a worm picking on his ear.
"what was in your mind the moment you bring that rotten woman into this house? its disgusting" the voice of his father came out differently this time, not as happy as when he picked up the call.
"what in the world are you saying? is Mako not of your taste?" Shu's brows narrowed, confused by his response.
"no, the blonde one, kirari, she smells terrible, some of us almost puked just for her escent"
the silence was weird, since a young age, shu never heard his father being quiet by a response, he was the kind of man who always knows everything or always have something to say, so his silence and confused behavior, was a little baffling.
"hey, speak, did you make a mistake with that woman or was this a punishment for us? huh?" shu really never cared about no woman who was sent to the manor but kirari was, by just being there, screaming for attention with his scent. "i am not the only one who will kill her in no time for her blood"
"yellow eyes, mole on one cheek, blonde and tall?"
"yes, what is it with you?"
"i have to leave, keep an eye on her for now" shu did'nt have an opportunity for speaking again, the call was off and his mind was still filled with questions.
"useless old man" he just looked at his phone and put it in his poket.
shu never liked anything about his life, he now was in a point of senseless existence with just blood sometimes, but even that felt pointless. he dont take anything to himself to not break anything, specially people. even tho he is just scared, but will never accept it, not out loud at least, and being responsable for a pathetic human, sounded boring and problematic.
"as if was my problem" but he will not be part of any of that, even if his curioisty was poking his ass sometimes, he knew that it will be the same as always.
even if kirari's blood became bareable, she will be killed by the end of the month for her scent, terrible scent.
Mako was feeling sorrow, as if her life was slowly fading from her body, she has'nt even been here for so long, but it felt like an eternity, even more when these vampires keep on telling her how she was nothing more than just food. just blood, just a little and useless human.
Not even in the convent she felt so alone, in every chance she got, she tried to come closer to kirari but there was something off about her that pushed mako away, unable to be true friends or even... just someone to feel safe around. nothing in this household was secure for mako, not even the rose on her hand which pinched her finger when she took it. Even if she has been bitten more times she would like to accept, she could'nt get used to being pierced, on her neck, her arms, her chest, even her legs sometimes, it was a sensation she could explain but... it feels almost as her soul is being drained, beyond the physical pain.
"would you be so kind to take those you have there and bring them to me?" a gentle and pretty voice talked behind her, and kanato was there, looking at her with hollow eyes and his teddy bear, mako learned real fast that she must do everything the sakamakis asked her, it was the safest option to stay alive.
"oh... yes" she start to take all the flowers in a bouque, carefull to not pinch her fingers again.
she has'nt had the pleasure to be bitten by kanato, just some words and little conversations with a strange tension that even she could not understand, maybe it was... the teddy bear. mako could'nt help but be intrigued by him, there was something that called her to him, just that she didnt knew in what way.
"are these for you? kanato.." she ask softly, her curiosity being her most terrible enemy, but a man interesed in flowers was unusual to see.
"no, they're for my mother" the curiosity hit her, was her mother here in this household and she havent noticed? she felt a little off by that, the mother of the sakamakis... what woman could give birth so many times and be fine? she thought.
but her thoughts changed the moment they entered a little but elegant cementary, it was small, with dry plants around but exquisite statues of people, gargols and bats. very vampire like for her, a little funny too.
when kanato stopped, her heart jumped on her chest, it was odd, but the grave they were just in front of, it gave goosebumps on her entire body. kanato took the flowers out of her hands and face the grave again. the silence was dense but, she got used to it. it was so normal this kind of air when she was with any of them.
but this time felt different, a little, she could notice in the silence, in the posture of kanatos body his saddness, or that was what she could tell at least.
"is it difficult?" she ask whitout thinking. and regret it right away.
"what are you reffering to just now?" his voice still soft but more serious than before.
"i... im sorry... i didnt mean to offend you, you just... seemed sad" kanato smiles at her, his smile was even a little warmer than she could have expected.
"you feel sympaty for me? mako?" he giggled a little, like if a child had told him a joke "dont worry, i can always come and see my mother whenever i want, she is right here" kanato sit on his gave, touching with his hand the name on the stone.
mako did'nt take this action as a disrespect to the dead, actually, it seemed as a happy moment for kanato. mako came closer and read the name.
"cordelia..." she whispered to herself, kanato then grabbed the collar of her dress and pulled her to him, making her fall on top of him, but with a easy move from kanato, she ended up under him.
typical, she thought. but a little creepy to be bitten on a grave, at least it was pretty much clean.
and at that moment something on her heart hurted... It felt like needles were being stuck in it. his eyes, kanato's hair felt horribly familiar, it hurted to see him directly for some reason, like a pain from her memories.
"i really hate to see them..." kanato murmured, taking makos hair out of her neck and face, caresing it with his fingers "ayato never leaves pretty marks... did you know? ayato bites badly because he is sad" the comment felt bittersweet, was it something that she cared? or kanato cared?
the silence was her better option, a vampire being teased was nothing more than problems and pain to her.
but the eye contact was intense, kanato eyes did'nt seemed so hollow now, those purple orbes felt like a knife digging into her skin, only instead of craving pain, they were looking for something more, something more intense. and that scared mako.
kanato was just amazed, he did'nt yet undertand if the silence of mako was because she agreed with him, because she only wanted the moment to be over or... she didnt care about ayato at all.
"does he treat you good?" the question felt like a tramp.
"i... wouldn't really considerate it good.." she said, it wasn't like she preferred ayato over the others brothers, maybe over laito but it was pretty much the same.
"you like him?" her cheeks instantly turned red, it wasnt like that, even if it seemed like that ot wasn't.
it wasn't like she liked Ayato, she did consider him cute and with a good body and sometimes he said things that gave her away but she knew that deep down it was something very far from love, taste or carnal desire, but she couldn't help blushing at the question. mako liking a beast like ayato? that demon who just hurt her?
"no" she said and looked away, trying to avoid kanato´s eyes. sadly, her voice came out a little shaky.
"you're lying.." her ears pricked up as she heard kanato's voice sound more hoarse than usual. for such a sweet and soft voice, he could also speak in a such intimidating manner.
"i swear to god... i don't feel like that about him! i could never like someone like him" she closed her eyes, expecting him to contradict her in some way, repress her, but instead she only felt his fingers touch her warm cheek. her eyes meet his and his tender face came back.
"i am unable to undertand how a human can lie sometimes...." his fingers pressed on her neck, right where her jugular vein throbs and pressed softly, mako has never been bitten by kanato before, he doesnt looked rushed or hungry like ayato or laito, instead, his face shows a complex expression, as if he... cared? she couldnt get it.
"i-i dont lie" her right hand hold tight on the skirt of her dress.
kanato smiles and comes closer to her neck, the tip of his nose touches her skin gently, his calm and cold breathing against her skin kept her still, she knew that if she exhausted his patience or refused it would only be worse for her, because what can a human do against a vampire, physically superior in all aspects. mako let out a sigh as she felt kanato's lips brush against her skin. she was anticipating the fang breaking her skin but instead she only received a soft kiss, and another one along her neck, small kisses and all on her throbbing jugular.
"k-kanato?" she had been kissed before being bitten, but this kisses felt different, more affectionate than ayato´s, more delicate than laitos, more intense than reijis... it didnt felt like a monster on her skin devouring, it felt too personal "what are you d-doing..?" kanato moved away from her neck and approached her face, the closeness and his relaxed expression unsettled her but at the same time made her heart dance in her chest with nerves, his dark but passionate eyes looked at her with a different intensity and desire than his brothers, what was he looking for from her?
"none of them treat you right... what can you expect from such imbecils" mako eyes just tried to get his gaze, but kanato hand came to cup one of her cheeks, his cold hand burned into her warm blushed skin "your blood scent bring me nostalgic memories... i bet it tastes as good as it smells" his thumb came to her chin and traced a line to her bottom lip "i guarantee you doll, none of those brutes will be as good as me, after all, what do they know about how yo treat a lady correctly? " he just sounded like ayato, mako thought.
a thought that was interrumpet but his lips capturing hers, a soft, unexpected, and tender kiss. And worst of all, Mako's first kiss. Her face burned, and she couldn't close her eyes from the shock. kanato's free hand rose to gently take her neck. when he left the kiss he smiled warmly and come back to her neck, mako couldnt move, at all.
"after this, you will only want me to drink of you" those words sounded like a promise, his lips rested on her jugular again and after a wet kiss he sank his fangs into her as he grabbed her waist to pull her towards him. he barely felt Mako's blood invade his mouth moaned in pleasure at the taste, kanatos body tingled in ecstasy. it had been years since he had felt this intoxicating and intense taste, a blood of real quality. his cold body soon warmed up with the blood, burning his insides with every sip. mako hold onto his shoulders trying to keep herself compose but there was something different about kanatos fangs.
from the depths of his memories his heart beat strongly in his empty and cold chest, reliving his happiest moments but also the most horrendous, causing him nothing but unbridled pleasure, he hadn't felt so thirsty in years, even before biting her, he only craved for more, he couldn't stop, his hands held mako tightly, as if she was going to give up but she remained still, letting out the occasional soft, faint sound, between pain and pleasure, only inviting him to continue, to take as much as he wanted.
her legs closed together and trembled a few, her face was blushed just as her ears and her chest was pounding harder for how kanato sucked her blood, before, it was only pain but why this time felt so different? was it because he was being gentle and seductive? was there something about his fangs that didnt hurt that much? why her body heated so much? she was overwhelmed to even think of what was happening to her, too deep in how the blood left her body.
"ow... kanato..." at the mention of his name he stopped drinking and went to see her face, smiled to the result of her embarrased expresion. her shaky and weak voice took his attention.
"ill make your blood only mine, mako" he smirked and keep drinking eagerly until she fainted on his arms, when kanato noticed he just holded her and saw his fangs marks, much pretty than ayatos.
her languid body in his arms still felt warm on cordelia's grave, even with her eyes closed, her face remained with a slight blush, despite not being from a prestigious family, kanato could not deny the beauty of her skin without imperfections, pale and calm, like a little bunny. totally his taste.
he little blood dots coming from her neck to her chest, beetwen her breast and his shoulders, the upper part of her dress broken, he didnt even realized he did it. the sight only made him more eager to continue making her his, it had been a long time since he had drunk such rich blood.
but he wouldn't let this blood away, or being sucked by his brothers, not after how intoxicating it was for him, how good it was, and how nostalgic it is.
he took mako to his room and changer into another dress, a doll in his room will always have to look pretty.
