"Well, that's interesting," I mutter to myself, looking up in wonder at the mansion. "Mum said nothing about them being rich…" My name is Sarah Rutherford, and I'd been sent by my single mother to come live with her friend from college in Japan. She said it would be a good experience, since opportunities for learning Japanese in Canada were few and far between. I tentatively knock on the door, which mysteriously opens on its own. I squint behind it and pull out my phone, checking the address. This is the right place, I think to myself, and reluctantly step inside. The door closes behind me, and I jump at the noise. I shake my head, trying to get my thoughts in order.

"Hello?" I call down the hall. No one answers. I sigh and look around, seeing no one. I trudge with my suitcase, calling out and looking around. Suddenly, a guy in a hat steps out of a doorway, and I jump.

"Ne, what do we have here?" he drawls, leaning on one foot. "A little girl, come to visit us?"

"Um, hi," I say awkwardly. "I'm, uh, Sarah? My mom said I would be living here for a while, Caitlin Rutherford? She was friends with Mr. Sakamaki in college."

He narrows his eyes briefly, but it's quickly replaced with a smile. "I see. You're a cute little thing, aren't you?" he smirks. My eyes widen and I'm flattered that such an attractive guy would think that, but quickly dispel these thoughts. He sighs. "The others will probably want to know about this. Follow me." He leads me into a large, open living room, and I look around with wide eyes. I look back to compliment the house, but see there are now suddenly five more ridiculously attractive guys and I startle.

"Uh, hi!" I say awkwardly. One of the boys, a young looking one with purple hair, holding a teddy bear, giggles.

"Hello, may I ask who you are?" another says, pushing his glasses up.

"Ooh, I can answer that!" the one with the hat from before says. The one with the glasses glares, but he presses on. "She's the new sacrificial bride. Sarah Rutherford. Isn't she cute?"

I ignore the cute bit. "Sacrificial what? Is that slang for something?" They all smile.

One with green eyes and red hair laughs sadistically. "Whatever. Just tell Shorty the lot of it."

I glare at him. "I'm not that short! Four feet and eleven inches is perfectly acceptable for a sixteen year old." My voice falters at that last bit with the condescending look he gives me, and the accompanying snort.

The one with the glasses sighs. "You're rushing, Ayato. Her reason for being here is clear, we might as well make introductions." He pushes his glasses up again, and I debate telling him they aren't going to go up any farther. He motions to a tired-looking guy with blonde hair. "That is the eldest son, Shu. I am the second, Reiji." He motions to the other three. "The triplets; Ayato, Kanato, and Laito. And over there brooding is the youngest, Subaru."

The one named Subaru curls his lip. "I'm not brooding, you bastard," he spits.

Reiji rolls his eyes. "My apologies. The one who isn't brooding is Subaru."

I'm suddenly very nervous. "Nice to meet all of you, I'm Sarah. Thank you for opening your home to me."

Laito chuckles. "No problem at all," he smirks. "We're, ah, delighted to have you, Little Bitch."

My eyebrows knit together in confusion, but I don't say anything, assuming that that word had a different meaning or significance here. "Laito, could you show Miss Rutherford to her room?" he asks. Laito grins and puts his hand on my back and leads me out of the room, and upstairs. We go through several long, winding hallways with little chatter before we come to a room. He opens the door and leads me inside, and I'm surprised at the sheer… pinkness, of it all.

"This is very…nice," I say slowly. He laughs.

"If you don't like it, you're always welcome in my room!" he says, winking.

I blush. "Uh, no, I think I'll manage." He pouts, but leaves. I sit down on the bed, wondering what the hell had just happened, and why I hadn't seen Mr. Sakamaki, since it was his house. After a few minutes, I get up and put my things from my suitcase into a dresser, pondering to myself about what living in a house with six boys would be like. I turn around, my mind in the clouds and shriek, finding Ayato behind me. "Wh-when did you… I didn't hear you come in!" I stutter, heart racing. Ayato grins.

"Tch, damn you're noisy. Now shut up, I'm thirsty." I raise my eyebrows.

"Um? I don't think I have anything to drink," I say, confused.

He grins, even more sadistically, and grabs my wrist. "You would be surprised, Shorty. Now shut up and let me use you."

I get in full panic mode. "OH MY GOD LET GO OF ME, I HAVE A WHISTLE DON'T THINK I WON'T BLOW IT, STRANGER DANG-mmf!" He cups a hand around my mouth, effectively muffling me.

"I said shut up," he growls, and pulls me to him. He pulls my sleeve down slightly and aggressively bites my shoulder. I scream, as I feel him sucking. "WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF CANNIBAL ARE YOU?" I yell, struggling to get away. He pulls back, grinning, his canine teeth elongated, dripping with blood. My blood.

"Cannibal?"

My eyes go wide with fear, then I black out.