Tsukiyama x Reader

Chapter Twelve

    Tears well up in your eyes as you watch the horror unfold before you. Cameron and the plump man in the arena. A huge man is released with them. Almost to the point of unidentifiable as a human. He's morbid and wielding a colossal butcher's knife. You stand and call out for cameron.

"(y/n)." Tsukiyama says. His tone is cold and commanding. You feel afraid as you turn to him.

"Sit down immediately." He demands.

Your lip quivers and your throat burns. You take your seat.

"You chose this. I warned you." He says quietly.

You glance back to the arena. The man is dead. The monstrous thing killed him. He's smashing his head to pieces with his foot. Tears stream down your face and you begin to sob. Tsukiyama grabs your wrist and pulls you toward him forcefully.

"Quiet down, (y/n). The others are already suspicious of you. Humans typically aren't allowed in here. You must play it off as if you're enjoying yourself." He commands sternly.

You bite your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle your sobs. Cameron is dodging the beast, but he is slowing down. He is growing tired. He is crying. The beast chases after him and he stumbles. You look around and notice a few of the diners eyes are focused on you. You look back towards Cameron. He falls, and the monster approaches. The audience claps and cheers, and you do too. You smile and cheer.

Your insides are turning and you want to throw up. The inhuman man stomps on Cameron's back. He screams in pain.

Madame Shizi and a tall slender man sit next to you.

"Quite a show hm?" She says as she takes a sip of her red drink.

You feel nauseous as you realize what she is drinking.

"Personally I think the stomping is a bit excessive and grotesque." She continues.

"Make's him nice and tender I suppose." You say with a forced laugh.

Madame Shizi and the man laugh along with you.

As Cameron's last breath's leave him, he locks eye contact with you. You are flooded with guilt and sorrow as he closes his eyes. The audience claps, and you do as well.

"Such a good show. Much better than last months with that nasty little half ghoul you brought, Gourmet." Madame Shizi states.

Once a month he brings them. Once a month he sends people to their death for the entertainment of others.

"Oh my apologies Ms. Fortune! I have neglected my manners. This is my dear friend Mister Crow."

"How do you do." He says smoothly. He is wearing all black. Even his bow tie and shirt are black. As you examine closer his shirt has the pattern of black feathers on it lightly. His mask is from his nose up, and it is the face of a crow. The eyes are large diamonds, which match the ring on his left hand.

"Your husband?" you ask.

Madame Shizi laughs and exchanged glances with Mr. Crow. He laughs as well.

"No no. Just good friends. Your english is excellent. Where are you from my dear?" She asks.

"I'm from (country). I moved here on business." You state, trying not to give too much away.

"Oh interesting. Mister Crow and I are from the United States. We're here on vacation and we thought we'd stop by tonight to see old colleagues of ours." Madame Shizi says with a sip.

Mister Crow turns toward you.

"Are you living with the Gourmet? He has informed us of your relationship." He says.