Timbre Of His Heart || IE Boys X Reader

The Festival Murder Case

This is a prototype... But feel free to read it anyways.

Suddenly, icy fingers grabbed her arms, her cyan eyes entering darkness.
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Misaki stepped a foot back, hesitating to knock on the door. She was about to ask for her older sister Mitsuri to lend her an outfit since she was about to go out with some friends. But all the left courage left her body as she envisioned her sister yelling at her as she might disturb what she's doing. And Misaki did not want that, ever.

Sighing in defeat, she started retreating at the entrance. What could she wear now? She didn't have many clothes for outing and she was to ashamed of borrowing one for her friend. But she didn't want to embarrass her friend by wearing her out of date clothes. And she—

“Misa-chan? What are you doing there, sulking like a failed clown?” Mitsuri instantly asked as she spotted her younger twin sister with face of defeat.

Mitsuri know her sister, she wasn't the talkative type that will surely waste ones time in useless things as she was quiet and timid. She was sure there's something bothering her sister's mind.

“Now, now, don't make a face like that. Let's head in first.”

Letting herself have a seat on her sister's bed with her eyes looking at her fit, she started murmuring. “O-Onee-chan, p-please lend me an outfit...”

“An outfit? Why?” Mitsuri partly titled her head. What will she do with an outfit, she asked herself. “Oh! For a date? Why of course!” She happily exclaimed.

Turning red, Misaki shook her head in vehemence, surely wanting to disappear this very moment. “N-No. I'm going to a f-festival with my friends...”

“Hmm! Now don't move there and I'll find you something cute to wear—for your little date.”

Blushing more, her head started releasing heat vapor. Mitsuri just chuckled.

She immediately looked for clothes from the second she opened the closet, rejecting one clothes to another as she threw it on the floor. Her eyes twinkled as she found the suitable outfit, her smile ear to ear.

Seeing her sister with monster aura, Misaki slowly got up and reached to the door handle, quickly deciding to leave the room. But it was no avail when shivers run down to her body as Mitsuri slammed the door to shut it, just behind her.

“My. Just be obedient Misa-chan. This will soon be over.” Maintaining her almost demonic smile, she started dragging Misaki away from the door—beginning her ritual.

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“Those guys are unfair! I thought they were going to attend, they've just left the two of us to enjoy the festival.” Haruna said, half-pouting, half-complaining.

They planned everyone to attend the event and watch the center of attraction later, but most of them have something to do and cannot attend. Just the very notion makes Haruna grunt.

“What about Misaki then. Still not here?” Haruna turned to her brother who was clinging to his phone, afraid of his sister breaking his phone after everyone messaged him they're not going.

Yuuto just nodded, not bothering to speak.

Haruna heaved a long sigh. “Really! Is she also not attending—”

“Er, am I interrupting you? S-should I just go back after some moment?” Fidgeting her fingers, Misaki asked, noticing her friend was pissed somehow.

Turning to her direction, her eyes almost left her body. Just glancing at the lass before her, the very meaning of beauty pops up.

Her satin white like hair was braided neatly, placed on her right shoulder. Her outfit stripe, two colors of blue yukata, showing her delicate curves. Eyes decorated with cyan glasses, a pity, but still enhancing her looks and personality. Serene and fragile, a true beauty blessed by the heavens.