Bad End Night (Yandere Males x F! Reader)

Prologue

This story is based on the song "Bad ∞ End ∞ Night" by Hitoshizuku-P and Yama△, while the characters are based on a cover of the song on 高生紳士 YouTube channel. You don't have to know anything about the song to enjoy this, but I totally recommend it as a song in general.

This story will contain graphic violence, swearing, bisexual men, and your general yandere themes. If any of those is a deal breaker, please leave instead of hating.

I have finished the entire story (except for the endings) at this point in time, so no real worries about me failing to finish this.

This reader was fun to write. Also, I picked each character's name for a reason.

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"She'll be arriving soon," a handsome man with messy dark blue hair streaked with white laid on a velvet sofa, hands behind his head as he smiled lazily at his husband.

His husband, a shorter man with straight red hair, smiled back at him, "Yes, she will. We should take our places."

"We still have some time, Shiro," the man replied, waving his concerns away with a flick of the wrist.

The other man, Shiro, walked to the doorway and peered down the hallway where an old grandfather clock stood against the plain red wallpaper. The long hand ticked forward to mark 7:50 as he studied it, and he smiled again.

"We have six minutes," he called back to the living room, "We should hurry now."

"That late, huh?" His husband drawled, "I'm looking forward to seeing her. Gather the others, then."

Shiro nodded, "I will do so. But, Oni, make sure to not be late this time."

Oni appeared in the doorway, grinning widely, "I wouldn't miss her for the world."

"You said that last time, then fell asleep on the couch," Shiro laughed.

The man ran his long fingers through his messy blue-and-white hair, "I need to freshen up. I have to look my best for her."

"Hurry," Shiro said sternly. He headed towards the spiral staircase and took a step up before calling, "And you look good enough now, you know."

"Of course I do," Oni said, flashing a cocky grin before disappearing through the doorway once more.

Rolling his eyes, Shiro traversed the spiral staircase, arriving at the second floor quickly. The wooden floor creaked under the red soles of his shoes as he walked briskly down the hallway. He stopped at the first door to the left, admiring the way the carvings of butterflies flew along the arch of the door. Gazing softly at it, he turned around and knocked on the door across from the carved one. This door was rectangular and devoid of any decorations- plain and ordinary.

It flew open almost immediately, a young man with long wild gray hair revealed through the opening. He white shirt with a black vest and pants to match. His gaze was dull, but a certain excitement gleamed in his eyes.

"Is it time to take our places, Master Shiro?" He asked, voice almost too soft to hear.

"Yes, Tsumi. Please get the dolls ready," Shiro replied, "I will fetch my son."

The maid, Tsumi, nodded and hurried past his employer and down the hallway. Shiro followed her, stopped at the next door, a rectangular one with a bird carving in the middle, and knocked on it. Like the maid, the owner of the room opened the door immediately.

The boy inside had his father's red hair and eyes, although no one would know looking at him, considering they were covered by pink dye and contact lenses. He looked disdainfully at his father, leaning against the doorway uninterestedly.

"She'll be here in a few minutes," Shiro said simply.

The boy's eyes lit up and he shoved past his father, racing down the hallway and stomping down the spiral staircase. Shiro shook his head in exasperation, muttering, "He doesn't act 22 whenever it comes to her."

Shiro hurried down the spiral staircase. He sighed in relief when she saw the butler was already in place, standing prim and proper in front of the door. His son rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet in the living room, hands held behind his back.

A moment after Shiro stepped off of the bottom stair, the maid came rushing down the staircase, followed by two boys, both dressed in old fashioned black-and-white clothing. They walked stiffly to their spots in the dining room.

"Less than one minute!" Shiro yelled. Her husband, Oni, appeared in the doorway and, smiling brightly, took his husband's hand. They walked back up the staircase and to their bedroom.

The butler stared expectantly at the door, preparing a pleasant smile. The clock's long hand moved to 56.

Knock knock.