♱ DIABOLIK LOVERS: Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sakamaki Kanato | Ecstasy 5½ ♱
⌜ Scene: Kanato's Bedroom ⌟
Yui: Yaawn…
( Pwah, Kanato-kun’s fast asleep against me… )
Looks like I spent the night in his room again…
( Hehe, he’s snoozing away, all curled up with Teddy. )
( Even after waking up here so many times, it still makes me nervous in the best way… to be sharing a bed so closely, like this. )
( It feels so intimate, even on the nights that nothing like that happens. )
Hmm…
( I’ll try and rest my eyes just a little more, while I can. )
Wha…!
… …
Kyaa!!
( Over there!! Are those… )
Kanato: …I hope you have a good excuse for waking me up.
If it wasn’t because of Teddy falling to the floor, what could possibly make you so distressed at an hour like this, Yui-san?
Yui: K-Kanato-kun…
Kanato: Now you have taken to whispering, after just screaming your head off? Maybe sewing your mouth shut isn’t such a bad idea, after all…
Yui: I-I’m sorry, but, j-just over there…
Kanato: On that wall over there?
Yui: Can you see it too? A-Are those…
Eyes in the dark!?
Kanato: …Are you stupid?
Yui: E-Eh? You’re not alarmed…?
ー Kanato flicks his lamp on. ー
Kanato: It’s nothing more than a painting, obviously.
Yui: Wha…
( Turns out Kanto-kun’s right, it is a painting, after all… )
( Has that been there this whole time? )
I… I’m sorry, I guess I never noticed it before…
( Uu… But it’s so creepy, seeing such bright, green eyes following me… )
Kanato: …Hey, did you feel like you were being watched just now?
Yui: A little…
Kanato: Fufu, then it isn’t only me.
Do you know why that might be? Take another look at the woman in that painting, please. You can surely figure it out?
Yui: That… woman?
( Could it be unsettling because… )
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❈ You know that woman?
Yui: If you knew this woman… Wouldn’t that be why?
It feels like she is watching you, even though she isn’t here with you?
Kanato: In some ways, she is.
Yui: Eh?
Kanato: …Nothing.
That isn’t the reason I was thinking; Should I spell it out for you?
❈ That woman is dead…? (♥)
Yui: ( Considering it looks like an old painting… )
Could she have passed away? So, it feels… uncanny, seeing her like this?
Kanato: Exactly…
It is unsettling to feel watched from someone beyond the grave.
Yui: ( Why does he have to stare at me when he says that…? )
Kanato: …Although, that isn’t the only reason.
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Kanato: You see, Yui-san? That woman is none other than my Mother.
Yui: Really?
( I guess Kanato-kun does look similar to her, in some ways… )
Kanato: Although she has since departed physically from this world, it is very much like she is still here… In more ways than one, fufufu.
Yui: Ah, Kanato-kun… I’m sorry for your loss.
Kanato: …Do you know how she died?
Yui: I wouldn’t know…
Kanato: Matricide.
Yui: E-Eh…!? You mean, sh-she…
Kanato: She was murdered by her own sons, yes.
Yui: ( S-Surely Kanato-kun had no part in that…? )
Kanato: Fufu, are you frightened to know that?
Yui: I-It’s…
( I don’t want to linger on this topic any longer! )
W-Well… it’s a beautiful painting to remember her by, at least.
Kanato: Changing the subject…
You have an annoying habit of that. Although, this one time, I’ll forgive you for it.
It is a lovely painting… It captures her well, especially her eyes. It is ironic, though, that its painter is quite the black sheep amongst her sons.
Yui: When you say “her sons”… One of you painted this?
Kanato: Sakamaki Ryuuto did.
Yui: ( I’m only now learning, that Ryuuto-san is so closely related to Kanato-kun!? )
Kanato: He was the only one of her sons that had no part in her death.
In fact, I believe he attempted to save her…
Yui: ...!!
W-Well… She was your guys’ mother…
Kanato: …Yes. She was.
⌜ Monologue ⌟
When I mentioned Ryuuto-san’s maternal bond,
Kanato-kun looked incredibly irritated;
Can he truly not fathom such a feeling,
Of putting everything on the line for family?
If not for his own Mother…
Would he do that for anyone, at all?
Would Kanato-kun do that for me…?
✥ TO BE CONTINUED ✥
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