Omae Wa Mou Shindeiru [DISCONTINUED]

103: Gotcha Bitch

You and Haru share an uneasy glance.

Fuck.

Almost immediately, Not-Preston lets you go.

Not-Preston rubs the back of his neck, "I haven't been in the backroom since the beginning of (Y/n)'s performance, so I didn't hear..."

"(Y/n), you'll be coming with me," Hariko jerks his head towards the door, "You'll wait the two hours until the next round."

You look back at Haru before nodding, moving past Not-Preston to stand by Hariko's side.

"It's a good thing that I caught you when I did," Hariko pats Not-Preston in the back, "Remember what happened to Georgia."

Both Hariko, Not-Preston, and Haru shiver. Then they mumble a silent prayer for Georgia.

You couldn't help but ask, "W-Wait, what happened to Georgia?"

Hariko only laughs bitterly.

He closes his right fist and puts his right forearm against your shoulder blades, pushing you out the door gently.

Was... he trying to not touch you with his hands? Admittedly it made you more comfortable but...

"Nobody knows, we never found him." Hariko says.

Ah. He was eaten then.

——

You walk into a far room, immediately taken aback by the fucking sex toys on the silky bed.

The door closes behind Hariko who walked it as well.

You shake your head in anger and disbelief, "Oh HELL NO!"

You turn around and lift the skirt of your dress and bunch it in one hand before taking a stance.

"Don't fucking think about it, you bitch! I swear I'll bite your dick off! So stay back, slut-"

"-Hey! Hey! Hey!" Hariko raises his hands in surrender while taking a step back, his back flushed against the door, "Slow your roll! It's not like that! (Y-Y/n)! You should know who I am!"

You narrow your eyes at the brunette, "Yeah... Hariko Takati."

He nods and slowly lowers his hands, "Sorry, but these kinds of rooms are the only ones who are soundproof, so..."

You hesitantly lower your guard, dropping the dress from your iron grip, "What are you doing here? You should find Iguro..."

"I wasn't lying about what I said to Foster," Hariko frowns, "The Boss-the demon, you caught his attention thanks to your singing. But he's suspicious because you were singing in Japanese."

"Well, that was the point." You say with confusion, "I-I need to get picked as his escort."

"No, you don't understand it's-he suspects that you're bad news," Hariko stresses, "I don't know if he thinks you're a Demon Slayer or not, but he's not happy."

"Ah shit!" You run both of your hands through your hair, "What do I do now? I didn't bring my nirichin blade because it was too big to hide. Only Iguro has a weapon..."

"Sing a more upbeat song in English. That song you sang, it was really good, (Y/n). It's just-this is not a place for emotions."

"Yeah, I got that." You make a face of realization, "Wait, so earlier, you said something about someone named Georgia. Was he eaten or...?"

Hariko shivers, "You do not want to know."

"But I really do, though-"

"-Look, just... You stay in here for the next two hours," Hariko sighs, "I'm gonna find Iguro, and explain what the new plan is."