Tsukiyama x Reader

Chapter Four

(Y/n) - Your name
(F/n) - Friend's name
(D/n) - Dog's name
(F/c) - Favorite Color

You awoke to the smell of cooking food. You pull the silk sheets off of your legs and you sit on the side of the bed.
(D/n) isn't in the room anymore, and your door is cracked open slightly. You check the time on your phone.

63 missed calls.

63 missed calls? Why so many?

You unlock your phone and scroll through the call history. They're mostly all from your parents, and (f/n). Your voicemail box is overflowing and you listen to the first few messages. One is from your mother. She's crying and she sounds so upset.

"(Y/n), honey, we miss you so much. We're hanging on and hoping that you're okay. I promise your father and I will have you home safe soon. We love you so much sweetheart."

The rest of the messages from everyone are similar. You start to feel stressed inside and you panic.

What is wrong with everyone?

You stand up quickly and head for the door of the bedroom. As you're leaving you notice things that weren't there before. Your cello. Your clothes. Other necessities from your house. You swing the heavy door open and exit into a long hallway. The ceiling is high, and the wooden siding of the walls is intricately carved with beautiful designs. The stone tiled floor is cool as your bare feet touch it. 

You hear singing to the left, and you follow it down the hall. Coming into a large dining area you see a long table lined with food. The food wasn't like anything you've ever seen before. It looked beautiful, but something about it made you uncomfortable. As you approach the table to look closer, you hear Tsukiyama's voice.

"Mon Chéri! What are you doing out of your room?" His voice sang as he came towards you.

"I smelled something good and heard singing. I was looking for you."

"How did you unlock the door?"

His tone was more stern this time, and he wasn't smiling. It made you feel uneasy.

"It was cracked open when I had woken up. You...you locked me in?"

His face twisted into an angry expression, and he quickly breathed in deeply, closing his eyes, then let out a sigh.

"Terrence." He called.

A small old man shuffled out from the hall to the left. He is in a well pressed suit, and he has little round, wire glasses at the end of his nose.

"Yes, Master Shuu?"

"Would you please find out which maid left Miss (Y/n)'s door unlocked and take care of the problem?"

Terrence bows.

"Of course. Anything else?"

"No thank you. Just see to it that it is done."

Terrence bows again and shuffles off in the opposite direction. You look back up to Tsukiyama, who is looking back at you.

The muted light from the dining room shine softly off of Tsukiyama's sharp features.

"Tell me, mon fleur. What all did you see?"

His gaze is dark and you feel his eyes piercing right through yours. You shift uncomfortably and put your hands together, nervously twiddling your fingers. This is not the Tsukiyama you met in the cafe.

"Not much. I only went through the hallway. Then I saw you here." You say with caution.

Immediately his body language changes and he appears to return back to normal.