❝ʙᴀʀɪꜱᴛᴀ'ꜱ ʜᴀʀᴇᴍ❝ [BSD x Reader]

Prologue - 00

❝Funiculi Funicula❝

.

.

.

.

.

.

The soft tinkling sound of a bell rung throughout the small space of the inside of the café as the door was opened. Footsteps quickly followed as the barista of the establishment quickly stumbled out, a [H/C]-haired male walking out from the kitchen to greet the possible patron.

"Hello, welcome!" He spoke in a welcoming and charismatic tone, looking at the patron in front of him. It was a short female, long, ginger hair shining glossily in the scarce light of the basement café, and viridian eyes stared longingly at the taller male that shone light dew drops in the morning sun after a shower of rain against her dark skin.

"H-hello... May I ask for a small, plain yorkshire tea?" The ginger-haired female stuttered out, breaking her gaze from the barista's [E/C] irises, observing her shoes intensively in sheer nervousness of the conversation.

"Of course, anything else?" [F/N] spoke again to the anxious woman, who merely shook her head and took out her wallet.

"Well then, that will just be 250 yen," he held his hand out as the register clacked open with a robotic sound, the patron placing the respectable amount of coin needed for the price gifted to her. The kind of register that has been used was awfully futuristic for the time. [F/N] took it into his hands, placing the note inside of the register as he shooed the woman off, already getting the brew ready for her.

The ginger-haired female, Matsumoto Chiharu, sat at a table next to a lady with hair curlers residing in her hair. The second female, Hirai Yaeko: a regular at the café, turned to the ginger, a playful and teasing smirk twisting her gorgeous, youthful features. Yaeko made conversation with Chiharu, the latter being sceptical to speak openly, but still holding up a decent conversation with Yaeko.

When [F/N] brought over the tea for Chiharu, the conversation between Yaeko and her was briefly on hiatus, the only sound in the café being the subtle flip of a page as the lady in the beautiful white dress read from her novel; and the slurping noises of a man with a magazine as he gulped down a black coffee from a terracotta mug.

The aroma of the café was enticing, and it made Chiharu feel warmth and security from any scandalous people from the outside world, the hot liquid of the fresh tea heating up her cold body from the wintery weather outside.

The clanging of the bell above the door alerted Chiharu of a new quest in the establishment, a young boy, no older than seven years old, with burgundy coloured hair and similar viridian eyes as Chiharu.

"Hiroki!" Chiharu called out to the male, who caught sight of the ginger and smiled warmly.

"Anee-san!" Hiroki skipped over to the younger female, embracing her in a tight hug.

"Welp, I'm finished already. See you around town, Matsumoto." Yaeko spoke, stretching her arms above her head and yawning, "better head off, before I'm late with opening the inn~"

"Of course, Hirai, I'll see you around." Chiharu responded to the other female, who was taking the curler out of her hair and placing them into her purse, and taking her jacket off of the back of her chair. Yaeko draped the fabric of her overcoat swiftly over her shoulders, fairing Chiharu one last farewell before she spun around on her heels and walked out of the café, not paying any minds to Hiroki as she passed by him.

[F/N] walked out of the kitchen and towards the duo, placing down a warm cup of hot chocolate on the kitchen counter. At this point, the man with the magazine had been long gone, and the only ones in the café at the moment were Chiharu, Hiroki, the other patron that read a novel, and [F/N]. Chiharu felt unnerved for a reason that she herself was unsure of.

"On the house, the café loves it when younger people come and visit~"

[F/N] spoke in a smooth and charismatic voice, and it calmed down Chiharu's nerves, her pebbled skin smoothing over again. She nodded at him, sending him an appreciative smile.

"Thank you so much, sir. Hiroki loves it!"

"No problem, ma'am, feel free to ask anything!"

Chiharu patted the top of Hiroki's head, the deaf boy glancing up at the ginger with sparkling eyes. The green-eyed female smiled, offering the warm cup of hot chocolate to the child. Hiroki gladly took the drink, gulping down the warm liquid and letting the warm hot chocolates heat up with cold body, feeling the effects of the winter air outside dissipating at he drank. He couldn't see over the rim of the cup as it was pressed against his lips.

As Hiroki finished gulping down the hot drink, he placed the cup on the table and looked back at the ginger with a content smile.

.

.

.

"Hnga?" The male stuffily hummed in confusion as he looked thoroughly around the café, Chiharu was missing from her seat.

A sharp pain stung at the back of his head, the wound created by a blunt object throbbing with unfathomable amounts of pain. His mouth opened to scream, but a cloth was shoved into the opened space that muffled his wails of agony. Sticky claret gore dripped down his back, and the blood trickled uncomfortably down the expanse of his spine.

.

.

.

[F/N] hummed softly as he cut up the fresh meat that dripped of a wonderfully tasting juice. The vital fluid puddled on the cutting board, the cut up chunks of meat being placed into a mixture of mince that smelt like the unforgiving scent of a decomposing corpse.

The bodies of two patrons were laid down on a gurney, tied down securely against the cold metal. The ginger female wailed and cried through a piece of cloth that was used as a gag from the unbearable, throbbing ache, and the younger child had been knocked out long ago.

The [H/C]-haired male turned to the female again as he finished placing the used meat into the boiling pot, a dark glint shadowing his eyes as a scandalous smirk twisted his lips. He picked up the scalpel, that was coated with a thick layer of caked-on blood that had been long dried up.

He placed the sharp blade against the ginger-haired female's forearm, slicing the skin with delicacy. Tears poured from said victim's eyes like waterfalls with a never ending supply of salty water, and they screamed and cried in torment at the pain.

Suddenly, a voice called out from the closed door of the walk-in containment closet.

"I'm in here!" [F/N] called out with their awfully wicked expression softening as a young child walked in. They were similar in age as the burgundy-haired child, around seven years old.

The child's [E/C] eyes sparkled up at the gory scene a front them, a broad smile gracing their lips. They stumbled over the the scene, and [F/N] lifted the child up and onto his shoulders, allowing the child a full view of the crime scene.

"W-wow! Papa, will I be able to do this once I grow up!" [Y/N] asked excitedly, and [F/N] nodded with a sweet smile curving the corners of his lips. Afterall, with [Y/N] having no other siblings, he was practically forced to take over the café as he grew up. It was all the better if he actually wanted to.

.

.

.

[Publish]: 16-09-2024
[Word Count]: 1214