《 Fineshrine // Purity Ring 》

I sat among my group of idiotic rebels– I mean, friends. It was around 03 in the morning as students of Ryoutei left or stayed, joking around with their group of friends.

From the roasting of Yuna's locker from earlier, we became close enough to talk about personal subjects, or such. Either way, I became an instant friend to them.

We all lay down in the grass, not giving a single care if it were filled with filth. And besides,

We were teenage dirtbags.

Beep!

Turning back as my attention was pulled away, I looked to see–

"GET IN LOSER, WE'RE GOING HOME!" Said my younger sister, AKA Alice.

"I gotta blast," I stood, grabbing my bag. I wave to my group as they wave and grin.

"See ya!"

"I'll text you later, Arumerica!"

"Bye Arumerita–san!"

I turn back, glaring at my younger sister who grinned like a complete idiot.

"YOU EMBARRASSMENT–"

I quickly come to a halt once I see my dad in the car, blinking at my sudden outburst.
'Calm your shit, or no fast food.' I told myself, flashing a grin to my younger sister.

"Hey, sis! How's school, huh? My, you look really pretty today!" Eyeing my dad, who is grinning, he continued on with listening to our conversation.

"It's been great, my dearest older sister! Give me a hug!" Alice squeals, holding both arms.

"Aw, give me a hug, sis!" And with that, I gave my adorable little sister an embrace.

"I hate you, assface." I whisper to her, gritting my teeth.

"Feeling's mutual, idiot." She replies, forcing a smile.

"Alright you two, time to go." Dad interrupted, calling out from the driver's seat.

"Yes, dad!"

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"I'll have a cheeseburger, large fries, chicken, and–"

"You forgot my cheeseburger, dad!"

"Right, another cheeseburger."

We were currently at a car ordering fast food as Alice and I– Well. . .

"You're an idiot at maths, you know."

"Oh please! Tell that to the 22 schools you've been to!"

"Pfft, is that your best comeback?"

I could only scoff at her incorrect answers to each problem she got wrong. For an 18 year old, I was pretty supportive to my dearest sister. . Not.

"Look, hun, you just gotta–"
"Ew, did you just call me hun?!" Alice snickered, raising an eyebrow at my nicknames to her.

"Go fall down a hole, Alice." Waving her off, I could only open my phone to see messages from Ayato.

And an incoming call from the red–headed dumbo.

"Bakayato?" I answer, only to flinch at the sound of glass breaking and screaming.

"Y–Y–Y–YO, CHLOE!" He greeted by the line loudly as I inched away from his lame greeting. Gods, he sounded like a retarded rapper.

"You on weed, or something?" Raising a perfect brow, I could only hear distant yelling from a man.

"Also, why do I hear shit happening." Questioning the redhead from the other line, a part of me grew worried for his being

"Nah, Kanato just found out Laito ate his pudding." He replies casually while more yelling occurred.

"Kana–?"
"Give me a bit, Chlo." He states before yelling.

"HEY, CAN YOU IDIOTS SHUT UP? I'M TRYING TO TALK TO—"

"I WILL NOT CALM DOWN UNTIL THAT FILTHY GREEN FILTH HAS MY PUDDING OUT OF HIS INSIDES!"

"SHUT UP, 'YA CRYBABY! YOURS TRULY'S CONVERSATION IS TOO MUCH IMPORTANT THAN YOUR RIDICULOUS DOINGS."

"Is it that girl. . ?"

"OH?? DEADBEAT'S UP AND ABOUT?"

"Shut it, you. . ."

"You wanna talk to 'er?"

I could only grow much curious about who Ayato was talking to– More importantly, why make such a gore–y problem just because of pudding. But, hey, I shouldn't judge because if someone would steal my fries, I'd stab.

"Yo, Yours Truly's back." Ayato greets.

"Yuh, hi." I reply, munching on fries.

"Ah, shit, I gotta go. Apparently, Kanato's got a fork and is not afraid to– beep." The call ends with that, leaving me raising an eyebrow.

I haven't met nor seen his brothers yet. Though, they sounded fun to hang out with– And to mess around with, excluding the fact they had sharp canines that could practically kill me.

And so, we drove to the comfortable money–land— I mean, home.

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"WE ARE THE NEW AMERICANA. AAAAAAAAH." I sung out loud, standing on my bed holding my bit cheeseburger. As you could see, I was a true–ass Halsey fan.

"—EAT MY SPAGHETTI CARBONARA." Was it eat my spaghetti carbonara? Either way, I was a true Halsey trash– I mean, fan.

"IT'S HIGH ON LEGAL MARIJUANA, CHLOE!" My sister yelled from the outside of my door.

"I KNEW THAT!"

My music stopped, my ringtone playing.

"Whath?" I answered, chewing on my burger.

"Turn down your music, for Christ's sake, your step–mother is having a headache." Dad's voice entered my senses, as I laughed. Sarcastically.

"Ha–ha, let her suffer." Click.

My step–mother could have a horrible migraine, and I would continue having my own concert— I was a loyal artist to my fans (What? I had tons of those! Like my ceiling fan, for example.), obvi.

Before another song came on, my phone beeped for attention. Groaning, I checked my phone only to see a message from an unknown sender.

—|•| Unknown |•|—

hello to you, chloe arumerita.

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What? Who was this creep?

—|•| Chloe |•|—

Haha, very funny, Ayato

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Obviously, it was Ayato. I mean, I haven't given out my number yet.

Beep.

—|•| creeper |•|—

not ayato.

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But it couldn't be Ayato.

"Ayato has incorrect grammar and spelling– This can't be Ayato." I thought to myself, a chill running down my spine. I then asked the most obvious question.

—|•| Chloe |•|—

Then who the fuck are you?

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And my phone rang.

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Nightmare here!~

Ooh, who could this be?
Hahaha, college is back (ew!) and unfortunately, I won't be able to update much!
MORE IMPORTANTLY, IF YA'LL ARE CONFUSED ABOUT YUI / YUKI, LEMME EXPLAIN.

No, it's not the Yui Komori, AKA, the princess from Diabolik Lovers, WHOM I LOVE AND CHERISH. It is simply Yuki Komori, another girl. Yes, sure, she looks and seems like Yui, BUT NO NOT YUI OKAY? CAPICHÉ? AIIIIGHT.

Aye, aye, aye, 'till next time.

• NIGHTMARE SIGNED OFF. •