Tsukiyama x Reader

Chapter Three

(Y/n) - your name
(D/n) - dog's name

CRASH.

A lout noise startles you and you sit up quickly. (D/n) is barking and growling. (He/she) is running around the room, and scratching at the door.

You pull the covers up to your shoulders and you look at the clock. 3:56 am. You want to tell (d/n) to hush but you can't. You can only whisper.

"(D-d/n). Please stop. Come up here with me."

You shakily pat the bed and tears form in your eyes.

He's here. Tsukiyama has come to kill me, and I led him right to my house.

As you squeeze your eyes shut and try to stay quiet, you hear footsteps coming up the stairs.

No. No please. Don't come up here.

You try to stay silent but you hear the footsteps stop in front of your door. You begin to sob and you cover your eyes as the door handle begins to move. It clicks open, and you freeze in your place.

"(Y/n)."

It's him.

"P-please Tsukiyama."

"(Y/n). Get up."

"You don't have to do this Tsukiyama. I won't tell anyone."

He walks over and gently pulls the cover off of your head.

"(Y/n). We really must go. We don't have much time. Please. Come with me."

He says it calmly, but he sounds different. More stern. More pushy. You're so scared you can't move. You just look at him. He places his bare, right hand on your cheek.

"(Y/n)." He whispers. "Please."

You take a chance and you trust him, nodding slowly. He picks you up carefully. His right arm is under your knees, and his left is supporting your back. He kisses your forehead softly.
He speaks even more so.

"Mon chéri. Please. Do not look when we get downstairs."

You bury your face in the crook of his neck and you wrap your arms around him. He kisses the top of your head gently and you cry silently. Tsukiyama rubs your back gently with his thumb, soothing you.

As he exited your room, (d/n) follows. When you get to the bottom of the stairs, you peek out to look at your living room. You feel a burning feeling in your throat. There are two bodies. One on the coffee table. One in front of the door. There is blood everywhere. All of your furniture is ruined or broken.

"Mon fleur, please. Don't look. Relax. Everything will be alright. I'll explain what happened when we get somewhere safe."

You continue crying and you bury you head once more into his shoulder. He holds you tightly, and he pushes the body in front of the door out of the way.

You feel the cool air touch your skin as Tsukiyama steps outside. Your thin pajamas don't help you much as you shiver against Tsukiyama. You feel him hold you tighter, and for a second, you forget everything that you just saw. You are focused only on his protective, but gentle embrace.

Soon the air gets colder and your eyes shoot open. You are moving incredibly fast. The houses in your neighborhood are blurring past you as you try and focus on everything around you.

He's so fast. How is he moving so fast.

Tsukiyama is running in the street as a pair of headlights blind your vision. Soon you hear the bending and warping of metal as you feel yourself go up and over something. You realize he jumped and ran over the car.

What is he?

"(Y/n), rest your eyes. We will be there soon."

You want to argue but exhaustion takes over you. You slowly close your eyes and lean your head against Tsukiyama's chest. You breathe in his sweet floral scent, and you relax and drift to sleep.

You awaken a few hours later as the sun is coming up. It beams through the curtains and shines on your face. You sit up and rub your eyes. You stretch and yawn and look around you.

This is not my house.

(D/n) lays at the foot of the bed, and (his/her) head lifts slowly as (he/she) sees you move.

You smile at the dog and graze your hands across the sheets of the bed. They're a beautiful Maroon silk. The curtains match and the carpet is a soft cream color. To the right of the beautiful poster bed, is a large set of wooden double doors. You slowly get out of bed and approach the doors, opening them. They swing open and inside is an enormous, empty, walk in closet. You leave the closet and look around the rest of the large room. To the left of the bed are two glass doors that lead to a balcony. Theres a large make up table lined with all kinds of beauty products. You feel the soft carpet on the bottoms of your feet as you move over to the nightstand next to your bed. You find your phone plugged in and charged. You look at the clock on the nightstand and see it's only 7:30. You decide to lay back down and try to sleep. Your head rests on the cool silk pillowcase and you smile as the sweet aroma of the room reminds you of Tsukiyama. You didn't know where he was or what had happened, but you knew you were safe.