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Pushed Temptations (Yandere Wild West Shouta)

Warnings of blood, guns, death, uh... intended weapon harm to the reader? Should that be a warning? I also don't really know if he's exactly yandere in this. 

I was in a really soft mood when writing the ending. Oops...

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It was rather quiet today at the bar. The only thing being the pianist playing their good old favorite tunes. No one seems to mind, and he offers to do the piano at a rather small price. Because of that, my boss decided to let him have a few drinks a day free. He was thankful but oddly declined. He's definitely an older man, maybe in his 50s. I can't for the life of me remember his name, but I do remember it starts with a T. He's definitely an incredibly kind man though.

I clean the glass of the customer that just left incredibly drunk. I don't care much about doing this job, but I have to because the boss told me I could live here if I do. He knew my family and wanted to help me out after they were killed by bandits on their way home. He's also worried about me being alone in case that happens to me as well. I don't really care. We all die at some point anyway. I am rather angry with the bandits though. He wouldn't let me decline. Seriously, he made two of his strongest bouncers come to get me to bring me to him. I'm starting to think he only wanted me for his benefit.

There was a rowdy few in the corner playing poker at the corner. I try to ignore them and stare at the doors to the entrance. One of the men at the table suddenly stands up, and storms out. He yells in fear after exiting. No one bats an eye since yelling is pretty normal around here. From fear? Not really, but it's not my problem as long as it's not in here.

It doesn't take long to know why the man yelled in fear. A very feared outlaw enters through the doors. Shouta, the man feared by all. The only man that wears black everything, including his stetson. Well, the only thing not black was his bandana. That was a medium gray. He's taken down multiple people at once, and so many Sheriffs and Bounty Hunters have been after him, which lead to their deaths. Only one person has ever been close to doing serious damage to him. From what I heard, they tried to become friends with him over a few days, got close enough, and tried to stab his eye with a knife. The swing hit, but not the way they hoped. The man was found dead a few days later with a bullet hole in his pants. He was shot in his thigh and left for dead overnight. The wolves got to him before he was found.

A chill goes through the place as everyone goes silent and stares at him. They know to not bring their guns out. They stare in fear at him as he saunters up to the booth right in front of me. "Howdy stranger, what can I get ya?"

"Whiskey." Geez, even his voice is something to send chills down someone's spine. I grab one of the glasses, fill it, and pass it to him. He goes to pass the money for it to me. I push it back towards him, leading him to have surprise on his face.

"It's on me. It's a thank you for getting rid of that group of damn bandits that called themselves the "Iron Will". It's nothing to you, but they were a royal thorn in my side. I wanted revenge on myself for something they did."

His face went back to being stoic, but he did grab the glass. I look at the entrance to see if anyone else entered. No. In fact, the ones at the table playing Poker booked it out of here, so it's now just him, the pianist, and I.

It stayed quiet between us for a bit. "You know, I don't think you're as bad as people say," He raises the brow with the obvious scar under his eye, but says nothing. "From what I've heard, most, if not all, of the people you have killed have deserved it. Yes, even the Sheriffs. They're usually corrupt themselves anyway."