Call Me Yours (Yandere x Reader Oneshots)

M. Young Master x F. Assassin

A/n: Before the chapter begins, I had a though-provoking chat with J_C_Coltt, a great yandere writer on this platform (that I highly recommend!). Actually, we both shared the same question when it comes to yanderes in that leverage is a very useful tool when it comes to dealing with them. (Y/n) could threaten to off herself if she or those she loved was hurt by them. A fair point, no?

Well, actually, it could go either way. And to that, I devised a challenge for myself. I will display a scenario (or perhaps more) in which this plan succeeds, and more than one in which they fail. So, I hope you enjoy this first one.

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Struggling to get away from her assailant, the (h/c) haired girl's arms pinned to the floor with the intent of breaking, she resisted any noises of pain. Rather, her eyes shrunk as the male succeeded, the sound of a crack ringing through her bloodied ears. He grunted in effort as he did so, moving to continue breaking her form, but the younger girl could not easily shake him off. Bigger, stronger, and in a better position of leverage than her, he was at far more of an advantage. Should he have wanted to kill her, he could have.

The cement ground was cold and rough, the sharp pricks in the solid floor serving more to cut at her skin the more force was applied. She groaned quietly in pain as the male on top of her bashed her head in. Her senses were dulling, her body pulsing in pain, about 30% of her total blood leaked out onto the ground. It stained. However, the entire concrete floor was already stained with blood. That was how common an occurence it was.

Weak and with a heightened heartbeat combined with pathetic gasps of air, the girl was on the verge of dying. If she was going to live, she needed to defeat the male within a few minutes, requiring immediate medical attention. However, he was by no means ready to let her off the hook. Determined to beat her down until she died, he was completely drunk on his own power. Either that or he was excited over the concept of making a beautiful young woman bled out on the floor. It happened far more than the (h/c) haired girl would have liked to admit.

Gathering up as much strength as she could manage, she grabbed at the male's wrist and twisted it counterclockwise, the male growling in pain. Though he tried to pry her from his, he was too late, the girl taking advantage of his temporary distraction to use her own body as a lever, more easily slamming him to the floor. As if to return the favor, she immediately locked his arm in place and dislocated it from his right shoulder. Quickly, she jumped back, knowing he would launch a counter strike.

And though she wobbled on her legs and her right arm had been broken, she was still able to use the other one. That temporary help from the adrenaline coursing through her body helped negate the pain, but it wouldn't last long. Her vision blurred as her adversary stood himself up, shouting out profane threats in a foreign language she didn't care to decipher. Instead, she grabbed the dagger strapped to her thigh and stood in a defending stance, letting out a shaky breath while planting her feet.

He rushed forward with great speed and force both, throwing an impactful fist to her face. Barely dodging it, the girl used the last of her remaining energy to grab it and slam his back to the chain fence, breaking it and causing a lengthy echo throughout the facility. Before he fell, she also delivered a deciding blow, using her dagger with so much force and precision she tore through his wrist, lopping off his dominant hand. He screamed in pain, his accent only mildly distracting, but she soon fell, unable to keep her eyes open any longer nor support herself on her own two feet.

Holding tightly onto her, a grey-haired male caught her, looking down with dulled eyes. He then turned his attention from her to the man she had been fighting, furrowing his brows. The male subsequently took the younger girl away from the area, giving his staff a death glare. They scattered around, trying to get medical attention for the girl in the male's arms. There were two in particular, however, given greater authority than many others that, instead, grabbed the defeated adversary and dragged him away for later use.