❝ʙᴀʀɪꜱᴛᴀ'ꜱ ʜᴀʀᴇᴍ❝ [BSD x Reader]

Chapter - 02

❝The Missing Person Cases❝

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Small warning: A little gore

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A young adult with white hair held a newspaper flimsily in his hands, his multi-coloured eyes scanning the musty white sheet of paper as he read each article.

"Yet another missing persons case, the fifth this week!" Atsushi exclaimed as his eyes landed on the face of a young child and an older gentlemen, the words 'Hitsiko Maluna and his grandson missing'. The flat eyes of the older and younger Hitsiko bore into the purple and yellow eyes of the boy observing the paper.

"Really?" Another male appeared beside him, his closed eyelids hiding his viridian coloured eyes didn't blind him, and, he too, read the words that were written across the page. "Huh, I wonder who's doing it?"

"You don't know?" Atsushi quizzically quirked his eyebrow at the slightly shorter male.

"I can't figure something out by looking at a piece of paper, I'm not god. Plus, we don't even have a clue as to where they could even be! " Ranpo retorted, smooshing the pad of his index finger into Atsushi's nose.

"Oh, I guess so~" Atsushi whined, fanning his hand to get Ranpo's finger off of his nose, scrunching up his nose. 

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[Y/N] smirked wickedly, the screams and wails of the youngest Hitsiko muffled by the cloth that had been stuffed into his mouth. Nakita's arms were tied up with a rope, the knot painfully tight against his tan skin. Nakita's arms were shredded from the effect of the rope, and cuts and scraps littered his knees and shins.

Maluna laid a front of the wailing child, his torso torn open with a lack of any care for his wellbeing, the older gentlemen's organs splayed around the floor that surrounded the corpse, the sticky gore of his blood staining the marble floor of the kitchen.

Another person was there too, [Y/N]. The youthful male, who had originally had a charming and carefree aroma, now had a ravenous appearance: his eyes wide, pupils blown up into large blackholes that absorbed any light --- and any laughter that Nakita previously had --- right up. The claret liquid of his Nakita's grandfather trickled down his chin, the vital fluid dripping onto a puddle. [Y/N] yearned for more, his cannibalistic hunger seemingly infinite. With his hunger, came bloodshed. The once nonchalant barista lost the heavy majority of his lucidity, being resolved into nothing more than a predator that had been starved of the prey that he dedicated his energy to hunt and consume.

A hand reached down, capturing the fleshy string of Maluna's small intestines, the long and thin organ squishing disgustingly in his blood-stained hands. The blood spilt onto the floor seeped into [Y/N]'s pores as it caked against his [S/C] skin, but it didn't disgust the [H/C]-haired male in the slightest, it brought him pleasure instead.

The mushy flesh of Maluna's small intestines squelched deliciously against his teeth as the metallic flavour of the elder's vital fluids stained the pale colour of his ivories. [Y/N] let the thick liquid seep down his throat, the gory scene in full sight of the young child, who was tied up.

Loud sobs came from the young child as tears streamed like waterfalls down his cheeks, the already tear streaked skin coated with fresh, salty waters.

The organ disappeared down the throat of [Y/N], the slurping and sloshing sounds of the flesh being squeezed and swallowed. The [S/C] coloured hand reach down and into the corpse again, sloshing around the internals of Nakita's grandfather.

Nakita wanted it to stop, he didn't want to listen to any of the noises that were produced as the mad man of a barista consumed the deceased body of his relative. The sight was gruesome, and his moist eyes were clenched shut in hope of shutting out the scene.

"Hmm? How pathetic~" A soft voice spoke out, and the squelching sounds of flesh being squished stopped. Nakita opened his pale blue eyes, the diamond coloured iris shiny with the tears that welled up and fell from his eyes.

His gaze was meet with a frightening sight: [Y/N]'s face directly in front of his face as he eclipsed the ceiling light above the duo, the [H/C]-haired male's hot breath fanning thickly across Nakita's face, a dangerous, crimson glint shining scarily in his [E/C] irises as they seemed to glow like chemicals against the shadows partially concealing his face, and his lips curled into a malicious smirk. The claret liquid that was caked thickly against his skin crumbled in spots and his eyes curved in a sadistic delight.

"Oh~ Poor baby is so scared!" Unlike his father, [Y/N] preferred to be more brutal with the way he killed and ate his victims, liking to consume in pairs, and getting one of the latter to watch as he tore their partner apart in front of there eyes, the sounds of flesh being torn filling the sound-proofed kitchen of the café.

Silver light shone from a utensil in [Y/N]'s hand as it gleamed in the light shining from the kitchen's ceiling light.

A spoon.

[Y/N] lifted the hand that held the round utensil firmly in his grasp, his free hand pressing against the chest of the young child, keeping him pinned in a seated position with his back against the cold, stained wall. Nakita opened his mouth as wide as he could, using his tongue to force the cloth that had been used as a gag out of his mouth.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no---" Nakita repeated himself over and over like a mantra, chanting the simple word repeatedly as the silver edge of the spoon was pressed against the darkened, plump flesh of the underside of his eyes.

"Shhh~" The simple sound invoked a sob out of the child, the tears that streamed out of his eyes pooling against the cold, reflective bowl of the spoon. Nakita desperately tried to close his eyes, wanted the unwanted utensil away from his eye socket.

[Y/N] used his thumb to pry the closed eyelid open, forcing the edge of the spoon into the socket. [Y/N] was a weak man, but the socket of the child's eye was mushy and malleable, the spoon slipping in and underneath the jelly-like substance of his eyeball.

Using the finger that held onto the handle of the eyeball, [Y/N] used the bowl of the spoon to try and pry the organ of sight of of its place holder. The screams and wails that came out of the child's throat gave the [E/C]-eyed male a sick sense of pleasure.

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[Y/N] ran his tongue across his lips, slurping up the last of the caked-on blood that remained after his feast. The clothes that he had worn while 'hunting' were thrown in a laundry hamper, deeming the vital fluid that stained the, once clean, fabric as unethical to wear during his duties.

The gory scene of a mess of blood, flesh, organs and bones were erased, the evidence lost to the works of hydrogen peroxide.

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Author's note: I felt like getting a better view into [Y/N]'s character, and what better way to do that than cannibalism!!!!! I'm not the best at writing gore, so don't mind any mistakes I make!

[Published] 28•09•2024
[Word Count: 1187