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He wonders if she knows. If she can see straight through him, and puts on a facade of ignorance for her safety. Does she even acknowledge his exterior of control? No, Yui is much too foolish, but she remains persistent in Reiji’s consciousness nonetheless. The rain is only a whimper, like a child tugging at mother Earth. Still, Reiji Sakamaki could hear her despite this. Against the man’s wishes, his ears capture the turning of sheets, the occasional thump of the bed post, and idiosyncratic mumblings. She is most likely dreaming about school, and Reiji chuckles. The moon had advanced his senses beyond the scope of a human’s, but Yui is blissfully unaware of the dilemma Reiji faces.
By virtue of Yui’s blood, she commands an important position in the Sakamaki household. Reiji is not one to be ruled; he worships no one except his research and reserves admiration for his father. So why does he long for the fresh taste of her blood so much more than he can afford to? Reiji grips his pen with such force it could wring Yui’s neck. He imagines her eyes turning into the stained glass belonging to the churches she loves dearly, while her world turns null. Once she’s left sputtering, he’ll latch on to her neck evocating a more exciting reaction. Like Cupid’s bow to the unexpecting Reiji will strike her nape. The blood would become a river down the length of her body. His tongue will lap up her sweet blood while locking his eyes with hers. She has no choice but to let him. No choice at all.
In his head he takes his gloves off to run his hands through her golden locks as if divinity would become of him through it. As if a Vampire can find God in a girl with sherbert eyes taking on the sisyphean tasks of finding love in a Vampire. Both explorations would be inane. Reiji grips the pen tighter. He could wake her up right now to do all that he desires. With how expensive the pen is, it seemed impervious to his frustrations. He didn’t even know what he was attempting to write in the first place. Reiji’s face burned at the shame of the forgetfulness he reprimands everybody else for, but it is still a full moon tonight. Perhaps, it is more than shame that causes his flushed demeanor.
It feels like his ribs are being opened up against his will; the type of vulnerability that renders his facade useless. A chip in a rock is the first step before it erodes into sand. A crack in the marble tiles eventually becomes an eyesore. Reiji allows his thoughts to circle around Yui Komori, the sacrificial bride. The folly Yui possesses is her kindness, but it proves to be her strength nonetheless. That much he knows. Reiji believes this as he’s seen her being defiled by his delinquent brothers, and still remaining empathetic despite it. Part of him scoffs at her willingness to ignore the brothers’ actions, but the smaller part of him feels disgust in his stomach when observing her kindness thrust upon unworthy individuals. He shoves the latter down the way one would shove trash into a disposal.
Reiji is superior to his delinquent brothers. He studies hard and achieves grades worthy of his efforts. He does not fall victim to desire like they do; he can control himself. He checks the time on the navy-blue clock on his desk, and sees that it’s currently 3:04 AM. A man of his responsibility would be fast asleep. Otherwise, he might sleep in, and if he became lax, then his brothers(who are already lazy enough) would follow suit in their late starts.
Unfortunately, Reiji’s face is not particularly heavy-eyed; his scattered mind can attest to that. He wonders if he is even capable of love, or if this is simply a desire to devour. He decides that this is not a time to ponder such frivolous notions. What he needs to do is fall asleep. He stalks his way to his bed and finds solace in the exorbitant blankets. Even with his left ear to the pillow he can hear Yui’s snores.
His mind dawdles on her nape littered with plum-like sores. He falls asleep.