When Yuri arrived back in her bedroom at three thirty or so, she began to arrange the flowers in a sense of grace across the vanity. She placed some in a vase, and took the remaining few to her nightstand where she left them beside a quaint little painting. Her mind began to flurry as she felt the eerie sensation of being watched, and her thoughts lingered back to Shu.

"What a strange feeling..." She thought to herself. "It's as though..."

Yuri's mind stopped instantaneously; the door creaked open, and she jerked about to fixate her thoughts on the entrance. Slowly but surely, peeping in from behind, was a rather handsome young man. Yuri remembered him as Laito from the dinner party, and she felt her heart sink as Subaru's words came back to her.

"My oh my, Miss Hatori, up here all alone throughout the night...surely you must've gotten lonely without the sure presence of a handsome man to entertain you," Laito brushed his fingers through his rather messy combed back, reddish blob of hair. She merely sighed, though she tried her best not to over exaggerate the situation.

"H-hello, Laito." She simply stated. "I-it's really late, I ought to be going to bed. Don't you think so?" Yuri's fingers toyed nervously with the flower in her hand as she gulped nervously.

"Hm, bed? You're silly to think we creatures of the night are prepared for bed at this hour," he clicked his tongue a bit before turning to the door. "Say, what was that name Ayato seemed to enjoy teasing you with? Breastless bitch, correct?"

Yuri felt her face go red; she fumed up in embarrassment as she felt her knees go weak. "I don't like that name," she said firmly.

Laito turned back around and stepped closer as he couldn't help but take a smell of the flowers. "Hm, you've given me an idea for a name. Though I don't typically give you women any kinds of nicknames of sorts, I feel like you Miss Hatori are certainly worthy of one,"

Yuri shook her head in response. "Please, just call me Yuri...I don't like nicknames, especially ones that hurt my feelings like Ayato's..." Her voice trailed off ever so slightly, Laito lifting up a flower from the vase. "A-anyways, please Laito, please don't touch the flowers.."

Laito's eyes glanced her way, and it seemed like an electric current ran its course through her body. His gaze electrified her, and she became horrified.

"What? Am I going to catch holy hell? You're tiny, Hatori, yet you seem to try and seduce me with that expression of yours, hm? Perhaps underneath all of that innocence bullshit, you're a little lewd, aren't you?"

His hand reached her way to grab her throat as Reiji did; Yuri quickly moved herself away before daringly giving him another opportunity to touch her, falling to the floor with a rather loud thud.

Laito merely furrowed his eyebrows seductively; he had a sense of lasciviousness in his aura now, yet he just looked down to her with a frown. "How stupid of you, foolish indeed. You ought to be severely punished by Reiji again, right? And just for that, I'm going to call you a Little Bitch. You squirm, you obviously like to cry, and it seems as though you behave like a bitch in the heat, too."

Yuri propped herself on the cushioned chair nearby; her anemia was worsening. "Why are you all so mean to me..?" She muttered in disbelief. "I haven't done a single thing worthy of being treated like this!" She cried.

Laito narrowed his eyes towards her, his hands in his pockets as he shimmied his gaze down her body. "None of us invited a poor, filthy human girl into this house, did we? You came in and made yourself at home. Hah, you ought to get raped into oblivion for that one," Yuri's expression became fearful, and she gripped tightly to her clothes.

"A-all I have to do is scream!" She cried allowed, mustering up enough strength to curl into a ball. Laito merely shook his head in repose.

"You honestly believe someone will come to your aid in a place like this? Besides that, I haven't got any interest in you at the moment, Little Bitch. You've killed my libido, I don't want to fuck you anymore." Laito's seemingly airy voice began to growl lowly as he carelessly knocked the vase on the vanity over, and Yuri's eyes grew wide as she cried loudly.

"M-my flowers!!" She squalled, tossing herself closer to them as the vase shattered onto the floor. The china's pieces scattered among the carpet, most of which crushed the flowers and the stems; Yuri began to launch herself into hysteria at the sight. They wilted and cried, and kneeled before them and held them against her chest. "Y-you're so mean..." She whimpered to herself. "I haven't done the faintest thing to you...and you decide to break my things..."

Laito was by the door now, leaning back his head as he looked about. "You're stupid, Little Bitch. Why can't you get that through your thick skull? Nobody likes a stupid girl," he shook his head, beginning back to the door.

Yuri was left alone; she sat on her knees on the floor, holding the flowers against her chest as she cried. Her woe wasn't entirely prohibited to the flowers Laito had destroyed, but rather, this entire situation seemed to distress her. She hadn't even met the lot of them, nor been intimately aquatinted with them, yet it seemed as though she were already in hell. After all, they were vampires, right?

Shu was left with a strange feeling when Hatori disappeared from the limelight into her shy corner of the house. For a moment he was overcome in a great wave of heat, a beating heart in his chest hasty enough to run a train off a mountain. Karlheinz came back to his mind, and their promise. It was a pact made between the two from blood, signed upon the agreement of Yuri's protection until her death. Shu dismissed this feeling as a recollection of this moment and continued on with his walks throughout the house, yet, as he laid in the quaint study on the second floor, he couldn't seem to rid himself of these thoughts.

Yes, he was greatly unaware of the Founders since their little run-in only days before. However, Shu wasn't all oblivious to these men's schemes...

High atop the throne of the Ancestors, the founding race of vampires, sat the son of the purest blood, Carla; as he laid with his head leaned back against the cushion, the latter, Shin, laid obediently in the form of a wolf at his feet. The two were most certainly scheming, and Shu knew it.

"How strange, I don't seem to sense a female entity any longer. My familiar caught sight of a human girl's soul wandering about the manor, yet he's lost sight of it." Carla's eyes were sealed closed as he experienced his clairvoyant nature playing out the scene among his most frivolous thoughts. Shin lifted his muzzle towards his elder's knee, seemingly saying, "Check far and wide for her."

Carla returned his attention to the familiar in which he was controlling, who had latched itself to Shu the night of the visitation. Carla seemed to roll his eyes back into their sockets as he roamed about the space. "He's thinking a great deal of things..."

Shin began to transform into his former, purer form; he slowly rose to the hind legs in his wolf form, the fur beginning to evaporate off his skin as his pants began to draw themselves out. Drops of sweat rolled down his forehead and dripped across his bare skin as he returned to the form of a vampire. His claws returned to toes, and his paws into palms. Shin seemed to snicker in satisfaction at the sight of his kin.

"Pathetic, am I right older brother? That man isn't any more fit to protect Eve than his father is to rule the Makai high atop his throne. It will be easy taking that girl from him..."

Carla opened his piercing golden eyes to face Shin, who, in his bare form, drenched in sweat, smirked as though he'd conceived sinister thoughts. "If she is Eve, Karlheinz will protect her with everything in his holster. Ghouls, demons, all of them are against us...Endzeit too..."

"Whether Endzeit takes my life is irrelevant to the situation. He will use Eve to create a stronger race, one far more powerful than us Founders. When that happens we'll be..." Carla's voice seemed to trail away from him; Shin turned around and snickered with a grin.

"Dead."

Carla simply nodded. "Yes, death will not spare us nor our race, which is why we must act hastily during the next lunar eclipse. The pure bloods's powers will be diminished and utterly useless." Carla explained as Shin walked along with his hands behind his head.

"Alright then, I'll find the girl before the next prime time to take her. If she is Eve, then we ought to breed ourselves with her the same way Karlheinz intends on."

With that, Shin disappeared in his exposed form, Carla returning to his former state meditating on Shu's thoughts as he sat atop the throne of the Founders.

It must've been no later than five when Yuri awoke the next morning; she laid in her bed, staring sheepishly towards the ceiling. "I wonder how long I was asleep for..." Her thoughts strayed; she felt strange at the moment, and she merely shook her head in repose before stumbling from bed and examining the room for her clothes.

The night before, after Yuri had fallen asleep that is, Reiji entered her bedroom and left a uniform on the chair near the window, along with a pair of stockings and shoes. Now, as Yuri inspected it, she began to wonder where Reiji had gotten these. There was an emblem on the interior of the ink black blazer, and she squinted in an attempt to read it. "A school uniform...? Maybe..?"

She sighed in a depressing tone as she approached her suitcase; Yuri unlocked the sides and pulled a few remaining iron tablets from one of the bottles and took it hastily. She felt slightly sickish at the moment, suspecting it must've been because her sleep had been messed up.

After a good few minutes she attempted to dress herself in the uniform, though she had trouble getting most of the burdensome clothes on. First she pulled on the stockings, then the shirt. She followed this action with the skirt in which she tucked the ghostly pale outer-garment in. Yuri was vastly perplexed at the vest and ribbon on the top of it, and struggled for a good while trying to get it on.

It the midst of her chaos, a knock arrived at the door, and Yuri nearly jumped out of her skin; she fretted a great deal over what could be awaiting her, yet, she hesitantly responded with a meek, "Come in."

Slowly brushing the door back was Reiji, who too was dressed in a male attire of the same uniform. He frowned when he saw her attempting to tie the velvety maroon ribbon around her collar.

"Troubled girl, are you so stupid as you can't even tie a ribbon?" Reiji's tone was far from playful; his words were serious and terrifying.

"I can tie a ribbon..I've just never had to tie one around my neck is all," Yuri's face turned cheekily red as Reiji stood before her and latched his fingers to the fabric. He simply began twisting the ribbon every which way it seemed, his eyes focused intently on the task at hand rather than a blushing Yuri.

She stood there, her eyes watching his eyes stare intently at the task, seemingly forgetting the glasses slipping from the bridge of his nose. Yuri reluctantly raised her hand and pushed them back up as he leaned down her way. He was quite tall, and Yuri, who was no more than five feet and two inches or so, was able to do this sparingly.

The moment she carried out the task, Reiji's crimson eyes locked themselves deep into her gaze. She froze up, the two of them staring intently at one another. Yuri wanted him to blush, she really did, however, Reiji simply frowned in response. "Don't you ever lay your hand on my things again." He simply stated.

Yuri quickly pulled away from him; her sadness began to overtake her, and she brushed a few strands of hair from her eyes. "I'm sorry, they would have dropped on the floor and you might have stepped on them," Yuri sheepishly replied. However, Reiji would have none of it; he returned to his refined posture and adjusted his glasses himself. "Anyways, what's this uniform for?"

Reiji began walking to the door with a sigh. "You obtuse girl, it's been made very plainly that you're wearing a school uniform. Are you blind? Stupid? Or both?" He insulted as Yuri bit her lips.

"Please get out of my room, Reiji..." Her voice muttered as she reluctantly hid her face. In reply, Reiji began to head to the door, indicating a schoolbag on the vanity. However, before he left, he turned Yuri's way and shot an unnerving glare to the red bow in her hair.

"That violates dress code, you ought to remove it before I remove it myself." He growled sinisterly to her before departing.

Yuri covered her face; she felt depressed again, her sadness began coming back. Why must she endure this? Her thoughts began drifting back to Yakimura and the thoughts she had regarding her place her. Was it really better than Yakimura's house..? Reiji certainly didn't make it seem so.

Thus, after a good cry, Yuri departed her bedroom and made her way down the hall to the lingering voices, taking a lily from her side table just for good measure. Oh how she longed to rid herself of this place. Nothing seemed to permit it, however. When she arrived in the den after venturing through the maze of house, she was greeted with a few of the brothers sitting in there.

Laito was sitting on the sofa, his legs reclined with his hair sloppily combed. He seemed to be chatting to Ayato, who was fumbling with the suspenders under his clothes. "Stupid fucking things," he muttered lowly as Laito leaned forward upon the sight of Yuri.

"Now now, Ayato, that's no way to talk in front of a young lady," Laito rose up and headed Yuri's way, who was standing in the doorway looking exceptionally worried at the moment. "Not in front of someone as seemingly innocent as this Little Bitch over here,"

Yuri looked to her feet and to the loafers. She began thinking about how shiny they were in an effort to disregard Laito's crude remarks. "Am I right?" Laito snickered lightly as he reached over and grabbed her shoulders.

It must've been three seconds before Shu came in, grabbing Laito's arm and jerking him back rather nonchalantly as he passed by. It must've been with strength, because Yuri watched him stumble backwards at his older brother's force.

"I don't think so," Shu muttered lowly before laying back on the sofa and resting his eyes. Yuri reluctantly looked at Laito, furrowing her eyebrows a bit before stumbling away to one of the chairs in the room. Her eyes wandered aimlessly, and for a moment, when she looked Laito's way, she spectated him rubbing his shoulder as though he had been hurt.

Then, Yuri had a strange feeling come over her; she hadn't felt it before, it was rather weird to her, foreign even. She sighed and began to elaborate on it, for it bothered her dearly. As she glanced out the window, a familiar raven seemed to be glancing at her, and strangely, she felt at peace for a moment.