Diabolik Lovers Seven Minutes in Heaven Azusa

        “I know this is probably going to come as a surprise, but I actually wasn't all that disappointed in how the last turn went.” Standing in front of the remaining players, Laito released a sarcastic sounding snort. “Still, it could have been a lot better.” Without so much as glancing at you first, he took your hand in his and tugged you to your feet. Finally looking at you, the corners of his  mouth pulled up, creating a smile that looked almost friendly. “How would you feel about going next?”

“I don't think it's going to make a difference what I say anyway, so sure.” Not one to make a fuss, even when doing so was understandable, you made your way to the box of items, following in the footsteps of the many players before you. Taking a deep breath in, you reached your hand into the pile, but immediately jerked away when you felt a sharp pain in the center of your palm. Visably shaken, you looked down at your palm to find a small pool of blood quickly forming. Something inside had cut you, and quite badly. “W-what the heck's in there?”

Knowing his item had to be the reason for your injury, Azusa stood up and drew a small, elegant knife from within the box. Sure enough, the blade was stained with droplets of blood, your blood. “This is what cut you.” He paused his already slow, timid speech as he placed the knife in his pocket. “Did you get hurt? I'm sorry.”

A bit surprised, and confused by his apology, you found yourself unsure what to do. None of the other males had seemed even half this kind. Even so, you knew it could all just be an act to get you off of your guard. “It's okay. It was just an accident, right?”

“Hmm.” Ignoring your question, at least for now, Azusa took you by the arm and led you into the spare room. After Laito had closed the door, he turned his attention to your still bleeding palm. “It cut you deeply, didn't it?” Looking oddly excited by the cut, he pressed a single finger into the sticky, warm substance, purposely running his fingertip over the broken skin. “Does it hurt?”

Flinching at his touch, you nodded. “Yes, it does. You poking it like that isn't helping either.”

Despite your hint, he continued toying around with your palm as if you'd said nothing at all. A few seconds later, he opened his mouth to speak. His words, once again, came slowly, as if he was lost in thought or too shy to speak. “It's going to scar.”

Unsure whether his statement was another apology, or just him stating the facts, you carefully weighed what you said next. “No, I don't think it's that bad. It should heal before too long.” Growing a bit ill from the sight of your own blood, you turned your eyes away and tried to calm your stomach. “It would heal a lot faster if you stopped messing with it though.”

“You're right.” This time, Azusa heeded your words, or so you thought. Moving his finger away from your cut, he placed it in his mouth and lazily sucked off the blood. Once he'd done this, he lifted your hand to his mouth and flicked your palm with his tongue. Though he had done this at least somewhat gently, his actions still caused you to gasp in pain. Even though he had to have heard your gasp, Azusa showed no sign of stopping.

Growing ill once more, you tried and failed to pull your hand away from him. “Stop that. You're hurting me.” When simply asking him to stop didn't work, you found yourself resorting to threats. “I'm serious. I'm not afraid to slap you.”

Stopping only for a moment, he responded. “Go ahead. I deserve it, for hurting you.”

His words took you completely by surprise. “W-what are you talking about? I'm not trying to get even, I just want you to stop.” It was at this point that you realized he wanted you to carry out your threat. “Wait a second, you're not stopping, because you want me to slap you?” Shaking your head, you tried once more to back away from him. Again, you failed. “That's not going to happen, so you might as well just let me go.”

“I'm sorry, I can't do that.” Determined to make you see things his way, he stopped simply licking at your cut, and began sucking on it, drinking the blood as he did so.

As your senses became crowded from the pain, the irony smell of blood and your own fear, you felt your knees start to weaken. “P-please, I can't...” Unable to finish your sentence, your whole body went clammy and your breaths became shallow. You could feel your heart beating in every inch of your body, especially in the palm of your injured hand. Soon, your vision began to blur and you found yourself falling.

The moment you started to fall, Azusa caught you in his arms. Now holding you close, he brought his lips to your ear and whispered something that sounded like an apology, but you were already too far gone to understand.

Already standing inside the doorway, Laito spoke up and ended your turn, though you were no longer awake to hear what he said. “Well, at least you managed to make her lose consciousness. I guess that's better than nothing.” Turning on his heel, Laito started out of the room, stopping only long enough to offer Azusa a piece of advice. “I'd keep an eye on her if I were you. Some of the others here wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of her while she's in that state.”