True Love Restraint (Yandere Supernatural Males × Female Reader)

Chapter One: A Life Anew

Rain ceaselessly falls down from the clouds above, it's forceful pressures of the storm showers down on a lone girl standing outside, along with everything else the rain makes contact with. A group of teenagers jog far behind her in the night, holding umbrellas, playfully screaming at the intense weather. Aggressive booms of thunder pound and lightening is caught seen for just a moment to provide extra light than just the given cheap street lamps that were installed along the crappy neighborhood.

(Y/n) (L/n) stands outside in the thunderstorm, breathing in the chilling air that feels like poison contaminating her lungs, coating her respiratory system with an itchy feeling that nauseated her, making her want to barf. Her surroundings are unreal to her, something she'd only dream of. She wants it to be a dream. But no, before her is the literal gloomy fog of reality, and to make this all more dramatic the thunder sounds, clashing it's loud unnecessary noise.

The girl oddly isn't fazed by the soaking, bleak rain that severely saturates her clothes, she doesn't jump at the sudden flashes of lightening or unforeseen claps of thunder. She's just concentrating on the inevitable view of a new home, a new neighborhood, a new state, a new country. Basically a new life she didn't ask for.

This is all hard for the teenager to cope with. Having to learn to speak a difficult language and then having to spell it was all too overwhelming and still fictitious to her now that she's been living here for a few days. She still can't seem to comprehend the changes in front of her, the changes she's been hopelessly enduring for the past four days. Formally living in the United States, so called the 'Land of the Free', her bastard of a father unworldly took a job in Tokyo to enhance his career of being a drunkard of an engineer. And sadly she was forced to go with him, along with her mother and little brother.

(Y/n) misses her original friends. She still has their phone numbers, but how long will it take for them to stop texting eachother, for them to get caught up in their own separate lives? She frustratingly clenches her fists in unconscious anger, as her breaths are irregular and rushed. Her eyes focus through the dimly lit darkness to see the faded brown painted bricks of her new home. The faulty two story house was like luxury to her younger brother, but she's much smarter to tell the house is a dump, a quick last minute buy.

"(Y/n)?! Is that you! Why are you outside, mommy said we can't play in the rain! It's super bad rain!" (Y/n) turned her attention to her younger sibling who ingeniously scolded his sister, gazing at the older girl as he screamed to be heard over the roaring rain. "I just wanted to contemplate life for a moment." (Y/n) detachabley replied back, uncaring if he heard her apathetic reply or not. But the child's sensitive ears of course discernibly heard, but his infantile mind didn't process such big vocabulary as he bewilderingly gaped at the silhouette of his sister.

"Coom...you're...you're compalat-?" The boys speech of inquiry turned into an earsplitting screech as a sudden rumble erupted from the skies, scaring the young boy as he screamed and ran back inside to hide away from the feared racket. (Y/n) watched the door slam shut as her brother ran in, and then tilted her head to look up at the sky again, it's darkness of no stars seeming to entirely consume her whole. The uninvited atmosphere of dim dark and chilled rain sent shivers up her spine. The teenager held her hands up to watch the pellets of water drop onto her hand. Her outfit stuck to her, and her teeth has begun vibrating uncontrollably from the sickening cold weather.

(Y/n) dropped her actions of staring at her pale hand, to hesitantly look at the unwanted house. Slowly taking trudging steps towards the building, she walked along the puddles that gathered on the concrete sidewalk to the houses front door, her shoed feet becoming engulfed as her socks were soaked soggy. She trudged inside, shutting the door as quietly as she could. Cold drops of water harmlessly fell into the carpeted floor, as gathered rain from her hair repeatedly fell down. (Y/n) looked around the room, seeing no sign of life on the first floor. The dreaded new house was small and compacted, basically like the entire neighborhood was comacted and small too. As soon as entering the home, you were faced with the tiny living room, just able to fit a love sofa and a wide television, along with a few gaming systems. Directly attached to the living room was the kitchen, as you could walk in and be met with the appliances to cook something simple or grab a snack from the cupboard. Then to the right was the one and only bathroom of the house, then near the bathroom doors were the stairs that led up to the three bedrooms.