Casualties (Yandere Males x Reader)

[09] Note

Soft and sweet strums of a guitar rippled soothingly as it created dulcet and euphonious tunes. Accompanied with it was a quiet yet upbeat melody that flowered in the form of a hushed hum. An abundance of paper laid sprawl across a bed, each one with different music notes scribbled onto them in a child-like messy handwriting.

Striking and prepossessing silvery blue eyes, ink black hair, lovely youthful features, and a darling smile on his lips; a child sat alone in his room, crossed legged whilst playing his guitar. Muffled footsteps then sounded from the other side of the door. It wasn't long until the door slowly opened and a woman with similar grey-blue eyes peered from the other side, her long braided jet black hair falling to the side from her head tilting.

"Kashi! Are you ready to head over for your performance now?" A friendly smile graced her gorgeous features as she fondly gazed at her son. "If you're not here downstairs in ten minutes, we're leaving without you."

Startled, Utari hastily began gathering the sheets of paper on his bed. "W-wait! How will I perform if I'm not there?"

With a proud huff, the woman gave her son a thumbs up. "Don't worry, your mum will sing in your place instead."

Mid stuffing his papers in his bag, the boy paused. "But, mum. You're terrible at singing," he said with an innocent tilt of his head, his short black locks sweeping to the side in accordance to his actions.

"...I'm shortening it to five minutes."

The door closed and the sounds of footsteps began fading away. The Utari's eyes blinked in confusion. "Did I do something wrong?" he mumbled. His eyes caught sight of the clock on his desk. "Ah! Right! The time."

Hurriedly he slung his bag over his shoulders, stuffed his guitar in a case, and headed downstairs. He passed by his fish tank and quickly bid them goodbye before stepping outside. Once he was outside, he felt someone ruffle his hair. The child let out a petite cry of surprise and looked upwards before meeting a pair of deep blue eyes.

"D-dad?"

The man smiled jovially at his son and playfully flicked his forehead. "You're out here early. That excited for your performance?"

"Mum said to hurry or else I'll be left behind."

Utari's father's expression displayed one of confusion before a dulcet chuckle withdrew from his lips, the euphonious sound resembling his son's, only much deeper. "C'mon, you know we'll never do that." He patted his son on the back. "Since you're here, let's hop in the car."

Utari nodded eagerly and followed his father into the vehicle. Promptly seating himself in the passenger seat, the child excitedly placed on his seat belt. His legs dangled back and forth and a bright smile remained glued on his features, eager and more than ready for the car to begin driving.

"Someone's excited," Utari's mother commented.

"Well, it is the first time he's performing in front of such a large crowd, after all," his father said and glanced back at Utari. "Nervous?"

Utari's head inclined to the side innocently as he contemplated the simple question. "Nope!" he responded cheerfully, flashing an adorable grin at the end.

"Well look who's confident. Wonder where he got that from." His father sent a knowing look towards the female next to him.

Utari's mother rolled her eyes. "Just start the car."

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