Bad End Night (Yandere Males x F! Reader)

Chapter Seven

"Ehem," someone behind you cleared his throat. The four of you turned around to face the source of the noise.

Daisuke stood prim and proper at the top of the stairway, one hand over his heart as he said, "Dinner is served."

He slipped back down the spiral staircase and you looked at the others. Zaiaku and Sunao looked slightly disappointed but Mousou looked somewhat relieved, as though the tour had exhausted him. He caught you staring and offered you a gentle smile, "We should go back to the dining room. I'm sure the meal will be delicious- it always is."

Mousou reached out and slid his hand into yours. You were surprised by the action, but figured there was no harm in it. You were also fascinated by how the plastic warmed in your hand and couldn't bring yourself to pull away from the gentle grip. A light dusting of pink settled on Mousou's cheeks, but you had already started down the staircase and could not see his reaction. Sunao rolled his eyes and Zaiaku gave Mousou a glare, but he merely gave them a smug wave as he followed you down the staircase.

You were accepting him! How far could he push it until you rejected him? Maybe, maybe you loved him half as much as he loved you...

Unaware of the obsessive thoughts growing in Mousou's mind, you released his hand and pulled free of his grip when you reached the bottom of the staircase. You hurried past the entrance and through the side room. You could already smell the mouthwatering meal and were much more excited to get there than to consider Mousou's feelings.

The meal truly was a feast, with more than enough food for the eight places it was set for. A large roast beef sat in the middle of the table, accented by two rotisserie chickens. There were two glass salad bowls on either end of the table. There was also a bowl of mashed potatoes on one end and a bowl of mac and cheese on the other. The mixed aroma of all the delicious food wafted in your direction and you inhaled the scent deeply with a loud sniff.

"Fuck yeah, I am ready to eat," you whispered. Oni, who was sitting at the head of the table, somehow overheard you and let out a chuckle.

"Then, take a seat, sweetheart," he said, motioning for you to sit on his right side. You looked to his left and found his husband Shiro sitting there. Is he putting me on the same level as his husband because I'm a guest or...?

You took the seat and smiled gratefully at Oni, avoiding looking directly into his purple eyes. Mousou quickly took the seat next to you and Sunao took the seat across from him, Zaiaku taking the seat next to Shiro with a pout. Daisuke and Tsumi took seats on opposite sides of the table, Daisuke on your side and Tsumi on Shiro's.

Oni clapped his hands together, "Let the feast begin!"

You were doted on as the guest, everything being passed to you first. You took a little bit of everything, filling up your plate to the brim, passing it all on to Oni, who passed it to Shiro and so on, Tsumi and Daisuke getting everything last. You felt bad about that, since they were the ones who made the meal.

"Daisuke, please pour the wine," Oni said abruptly.

Daisuke got up and disappeared into the kitchen for a moment before returning with a green wine bottle. He popped off the cork and began pouring into Oni's wine glass. You choked on the piece of chicken you were eating when Daisuke poured the alcohol into your glass, filling it to nearly the top. Wine? My mom would kill me if...

You know what? Screw it. She'll never find out and to hell with her if she does. I'm of legal age, I can drink if I want to. Besides, it's probably impolite to refuse when they're letting me sleep here.

Everyone was soon faced with a glass of wine. Oni lifted his glass and raised his voice, "To (Y/n), who fate has brought to us as a guest of our humble abode."

"To (Y/n)!" the others said happily, raising their glasses. You raised your glass too, feeling both confused on what to do and embarrassed that you were who they were giving a toast to.

Then, everyone lifted their glasses to their lips and took a sip. With trembling hands, you brought your own glass to your lips and forced them to part, letting the wine into your mouth. It was surprisingly sweet, and you could definitely taste the grapes used to make it. You downed the drink in a matter of seconds. Daisuke was quick to top it off.

You took sips all throughout the meal, Daisuke filling your glass back up any time it got low. You had forgotten that this was your first time drinking alcohol and that, maybe, you should have paid more attention to how much you were drinking, because the table was starting to blur and you were giggling a lot more than usual. What was normally zero giggles per hour was 10 giggles per minute. The part of you that would find this concerning was pushed to the back of your mind as your inhibitions were lifted.

I'm drunk, you warned yourself, but the stronger voice in your head said, So? This is fun! Lighten up!

Oni pulled Daisuke closer by the sleeve and whispered in his ear, "She's drunk enough, we can proceed as planned."