Bad End Night (Yandere Males x F! Reader)

Chapter Five

The dining room was quiet, filled only with the occasional sip of peach tea.

"Tsumi, you should get yourself a cup," you asserted, "You shouldn't just watch us all drink the tea you made."

The maid's eyes went wide, "I could never-"

"I insist," you replied, watching the dolls interestedly. You wondered whether they could taste the tea or not. They blew on the cups to cool them down, so you had a feeling they could feel heat. Or maybe they were just doing that because you were? You couldn't be sure. Would it be rude to ask them?

Mousou noticed you staring and smiled, "Our insides are the same as humans. If we are cut, we bleed. We do not need food or water to survive, but we can taste and therefore enjoy indulging ourselves."

"Thanks," you said, glad that he had answered your unspoken question.

"You're welcome," he replied with a nod.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps pounding quickly past the main entrance. You looked up just in time to see a young man burst through the doorway, grinning from ear to ear. Tsumi stood up, looking horrified, "Young master, you're not supposed to be here ye-"

"I've been wanting to meet you!" the unknown man said with a girlish squeal, "I mean, 'cuz Daisuke told us about you, of course."

You took a moment to take in his appearance. The first word that came to your mind was "pink" and you thought it was quite fitting. Pink hair, pink eyes, a pink ruffled blouse, and a pink skirt over pink leggins. His face was very pretty for a male and he seemed very petite, with small hands and feet. He was also short- shorter than you and the dolls.

You thought it would be polite to make sure he was a man before continuing. "Um, I'm sorry for asking, but are you a guy or-"

"I'm a boy!" he said, walking over to you and pinching your cheek tightly between his thumb and forefinger. He stood over your seated form, the smell of mint washing over you as he cooed down at you, "You're just as cute as alw- I mean, as cute as I imagined!"

You caught onto the slip of the tongue immediately. He was about to say "always" wasn't he? Or am I imagining things?

"Young master, please-"

"Do we know each other?" you asked suspiciously.

The pink-haired man grinned widely, "Nope!"

You weren't sure you believed him. The way his eyes shone down at you made you feel as though he had sinister intentions. That, and he hadn't let go of your cheek.

"Can you let go? It kinda hurts," you asked. The man pulled on it once before releasing your sore cheek. He giggled at your annoyed face and took a step back, as though expecting you to take a swing at him. And, honestly? He did have a punchable face.

Behind him hurried in two men. One looked thoroughly disappointed and the other looked slightly amused.

"Those are my dads!" the pink-haired male said, twirling around playfully, his skirt fluttering with the motion, "That one with the ugly face is Shiro and the other one is Oni! Oh, and I'm Zaiaku! Silly of me to forget, huh?" He collapsed over your lap belly-up and smiled up at you.

You pushed him off.

That got a smile out of both of his dads. The one he had pointed at when he said "ugly face", aka Shiro, was actually very handsome, with the same delicateness to his features as his son. He had perfectly-combed red hair and small red eyes. To match the red theme, he wore a red-and-white kimono, which surprised you, considering the rest of the family wore old fashioned Western clothing.

Also not following the pattern was the other father, Oni, who was wearing a modern-looking black-and-white suit with a blue tie. Strangely, though, he wore a dark blue cape with thick white fur settling around his shoulders. The dark blue matched his hair, except for the white stripes tastefully mixed in, clearly not from old age. Most striking though, was his eyes. Bright purple ones that shined like jewels, accented by a birthmark under the right eye. He had more rugged features than petite, very handsome, but those eyes had truly the most beautiful irises you'd ever seen.

This house was just filled with handsome men. It made you feel a little worried, being the only woman around seven men. But then again, this was totally a Wattpad romance fanfic ready to happen.

Nevermind, screw that. I'm not here to get hitched or something. I'll be out of their hair by tomorrow morning.

"Thank you," you said, turning your attention to Shiro and Oni, "For letting me stay the night. I think Daisuke said one of you could help with my car? If not, I'm sure I can find a mechanic."

"I would be thrilled to take a look at your car in the morning," Oni said, sweeping a hand through his dark blue hair, "I quite enjoy tinkering with things." He took a step forward and kneeled down to your level, sliding a hand under your chin, "Not with people, of course. Never with people."

"I didn't think you meant people," you reassured him awkwardly, scooting away from his slender fingers, "That would be really fucking weird."

Oni's fingers froze in midair and he was silent for a moment, before bursting into laughter, "Ahh, you're a silly one, aren't you?"

"I wouldn't say silly, just... spunky," you shrugged.

"It's fate that we're meeting, you know," Oni said. You made the mistake of looking into those beautiful eyes and were momentarily hypnotized, frozen in place, "It's fate that you came across this manor and joined our family."

"Oookay," you said, letting out an awkward laugh, "I think that's a little dramatic."

Daisuke appeared in the doorway, eyes flashing above a deceptive smile, "I wouldn't call the people giving you a place to stay 'dramatic'."

"Oop-" you covered your mouth, but Oni merely laughed off his butler's remark.

"I do have a flair for the dramatics," he said, standing up to full height. You could tell, even though you were sitting, that he was much taller than you.

He looked down at you with eyes shining with excitement, "I think we should all enjoy this gift from destiny."

The entire family, their help, and their dolls had their sights set on you. Feeling their intense gazes, you shrank into your seat, overwhelmed by the number of males in your vicinity.

Just what the hell had you gotten yourself into?