Unlucky (Yandere Oneshots x Reader)

Heart of A Demon

Part One

The island of El Shizumi was bathed in sunlight, its glorious beach captured a heavenly paradise where grains of golden sand met the purest of blue sea waters.

The glowing sun warmed (Y/N)'s (s/c) skin. A chorus of seagulls could be heard as they glide through the air. Standing upon the beach's shore, (Y/N) welcomed the feeling of the cool ocean grazing her bare feet. She held a wooden surfboard in her arms. She was looking for the perfect wave. Her (e/c) orbs watched anxiously as the small tide rose and fell. She wanted something bigger, a ride of a lifetime.

"(Y/N)!" she suddenly overheard her name called.

She sighs. Annoyed, she still turns around to find her father.

"You know you're supposed to stay away from the ocean!" her father scolds.

"But father--"

"No," her father motions, "Let's go..."

The girl rolls her eyes and trails after her father, grumbling under her breath along the way.

They arrive in the village of El Shizumi, where the elder chief was bombarded by fishermen.

"There is no fish along the rivers," one of the men complained.

The village elder was a middle age man, pot-bellied, rugged, and shrewd. He was (Y/N)'s grandfather. He rolls his eyes, "Check the reefs."

"They aren't there either," another fisherman informed, "We may have to go past the reef--"

"No," the chief barked, making the two village men flinch. "We will find another way to feed the people. Fruits, most likely --"

"With all due respect, grandfather, we cannot just rely on fruits," (Y/N) interrupted, "If we do, we may cause a shortage--"

"No one asked for your opinions, girl," the chief glared at her.

"Father, do not talk to her like that," (Y/N)'s father argued.

"Then contain her," the chief threatened.

"She makes a good point, sir," one of the fishermen nervously spoke up, "If we eventually run out of fruits as our food source, then what? Growing them will take a long time, and our village is quite large."

(Y/N)'s grandfather sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Perhaps, it's time to find a different home," (Y/N)'s father suggested.

"No," the chief sneers, "Our families have been here for generations. We will not move, no one is to cross the ocean."

"Why?" (Y/N) suddenly spoke, challenging the old man.

He glares at her, "Do not question me. It's for your own good." He glances towards his son, "You should've taken that board away from her a long time ago, son. She might as well be better off dead."

(Y/N) glares at her grandfather, watching as he turned away and walked away with the two fishermen desperately following after him.

"He is right about one thing," (Y/N)'s father turned to his daughter, "Remember to never cross the reef."

(Y/N) purses her lips into a frown, "Alright..."

- - - - - -

(Y/N) never listened to her father's warning. Just this morning, the village discovered that rationed fruits had mysteriously become spoiled. They were completely rotten to the core, mold devouring their once delicious skin. The people were becoming desperate and (Y/N) was more than willing to dive back into the ocean water.