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Chapter 9 ——🥀 ✎: What is happening?
"Ah, yes. He is my regular customer at my pastry shop. I'm glad to have a regular customer, even though my shop isn't doing very well." You sighed
"And why are you all acting so surprised? And you teens, you better clean up the mess you just made on the table," You said, gesturing to the wet table that they had splashed water on without warning.
They laugh awkwardly and proceed to clean the table. Satoru looks at you and says, : "Actually, Nanami is a friend of ours,"
"What does he want?" he asks you.
Your eyes widen, and you say, : "Oh, you know him? Like I said, he's my regular customer, and he asked why my pastry shop has been closed for more than a day." You smile.
"I'm going to my pastry shop later, and I don't know what happened to the bread and cakes there. Yes, yes! That's why I'm so worried. I'm going there right now!"
You immediately run upstairs to take your purse, then hurry downstairs to the front door.
"Ah, wait! Why the rush?" Satoru chases you out the door.
"If my bread and cake are not taken care of, who knows what will happen to them by now!" You halt, turn back and frown at him.
Satoru walks closer and cups your face. "Then at least let me accompany you?" he asked softly.
You frown and respond, "Take care of the teens, especially our son Satori. I'll be back."
"Seriously, why the rush? Is it because your regular customer Nanami is coming first, hm?" He asked, a hint of jealousy in his voice.
You sigh, "I bet he's already left. I did say I'm worried about the breads and cakes in my shop, didn't I? It's not time to be childish."
Satoru: "Okay, okay, fine. You're such an idiot, aren't you?" he said, offering you the keys to his car. "There's no other car here except mine."
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"Did you forget that you use my car to arrive at your damn house?" you said.
Satoru: "Oh, uh, just use my car...okay? The Bentley," he adds, winking at you.
Your eyes twitch at the fact that he even takes advantage of the situation to flex his wealth. You roll your eyes and then sighs before taking his car key.
"You know, if I even accidentally crash this car I wouldn't be paying for it." You said.
Satoru smirked and then gently laid his hand on his heart, gazing at you tenderly. "And oh, I wouldn't even care if this car crashed. What I would care about is you-whether you're alive or not ,and I swear, even though I don't believe in God, I pray that something out there will keep you safe." He said dramatically.
Again your eyes twitches
"Alright then, ciao for now," you waved your hand at him while he watched you walk to the car. You took the wheel and began driving to your adorable little pastry shop, making sure to be safe on the road.
As you arrives, you step out of the car, locking it, you decide to take a look around the area. It's a beautiful night out, the light of the building shines all over the city, a slight breeze rustling the trees. You feel a calmness wash over you, a rare feeling in the bustling town.
As you walk towards the bakery, you notice that your usual customer, the gentlemanly and always punctual Sir Nanami, is not there. Perhaps he got tired of waiting?
Shrugging it off, you unlock the bakery's door and step inside. The cakes are all in perfect condition, thankfully. You sigh with relief; at least one thing is going right today.
With a deep stretch and a spring in your step, you traverse towards the refrigerator of your pastry shop, where your lovely cakes are stored. Upon opening the door, your eyes gleam with delight-your cakes are all in immaculate condition! A huge weight lifts off your shoulders as you feel the stress and worry evaporate with a sigh of relief.
Taking a moment to think about Ikane, Ika's mother's proposal, the idea of hiring her flits through your mind. While it's an appealing proposal, your current financial situation is far from ideal. You worry that you won't be able to provide ample compensation for her assistance.
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As if on cue, an intense tingling sensation spreads across your body, as though someone is standing behind you. Your heart races as you whip around to check,
...Bam!
Joking.
Of course, there's nothing there. You breathe a massive sigh of relief then hasten towards the entrance of your pastry shop, locking it quickly so that no one can enter without your permission. You turn the closed sign on, indicating to passers-by that your shop is closed for the day.
Your senses are on high alert as you hurry back to the refrigerator. You mutter to yourself, "Ah, why am I feeling such chills? Must be because of Satoru!" You let out a nervous chuckle.
Before you can even finish your thought, an inexplicable force slams you against the refrigerator, your head buried in it, and your ribs throbbing with pain.
With a cry of "Ugggh, ah!", you instinctively whip yourself around to face your attacker-only to see blank air. You're pinned down by some invisible force, your entire being shaking with dread.
"What in the world?" your voice quivers with confusion as you search for the source of the mysterious force pinning you down against the refrigerator. 'What is it? What is happening? Why is this happening?' You repeat in your mind, trying to make sense of the bizarre situation you find yourself in. The unknown and unexpected nature of the force pushing against you fills you with a sense of dread and fear, causing your heart to race and panic to set in. You're in complete shock, unsure of what to do next.
Then there's a sudden, intense force that sends your body flying across the room until you slam into the ground with a painful thud.
Your eyes widen as your chest seizes from the impact, and you retch up what feels like a torrent of blood onto the floor. As you groggily wipe your mouth, you notice the bright red liquid on your hand.
Suddenly, your chest becomes a searing agony, and you gasp for breath as you grip your hand to your chest and try to make sense of what's hurting you. Your fear and confusion are overwhelming as you wonder if you're hallucinating, if this pain is even real. You struggle to make sense of the situation, fear and uncertainty gripping you tight.
With a violent yank, a mysterious hand grabs onto your hair, causing you to scream "Ahgh!"
As you're being dragged towards the wall, your body slams into the hard surface repeatedly. The force of the impact shocks through your entire body, causing immense pain and even more confusion. The grip on your hair is like a vise, and you struggle to free yourself from its grip. The fear and panic of the situation are overwhelming as you try to understand what's happening to you.
With a final violent tug, the mysterious hand releases its grip on your hair, and everything goes black.
Before the world fades to darkness, you faintly hear a voice calling out your name.
"Y/N!!"
Your ears ring as the sound of your name being called out echoes in your mind, and then a thick blanket of oblivion descends upon you. Everything goes blank, and you're swallowed by the nothingness.
