Yokai Fight (Yandere!Reverse Harem!Yokai x GN!Reader)

1 - Fight Song

"Today, we have a duel between the teams Red-blooded Oni Club and the Inari Clan! They are ranked four-thousand-seven-hundred-and-sixty-nine and three-thousand-seven-hundred-and-thirty-two respectively. We hope you enjoy our show, ladies and gentlemen!" he calls out into the crowd, and they cheer even louder for the man.

A foot nudges at your side, kicking at your bruised ribs.

"Get up, now. You won't make very good bait sobbing on the floor," a voice above you says, and you curl in on yourself further. A sigh, and then once again you're being lifted into the air. This time by your right arm, as the demon yanks it so hard you're surprised it doesn't dislodge from its socket.

You land unsteadily on your feet, stumbling in your attempts to get as far away as possible from the ogre holding you. His grip only tightens, and his friends cackle again. Footsteps echo in the arena, and you look up to see a different group stride inside.

This group of people all wear ceremonial robes in traditional white and red. Their haori trail behind them in similar ribbons of red, but your brows furrow when you notice their kimono put on left over right. A memory of a funeral flashes in your mind, the kimono worn the same. They all wear kitsune masks covering their faces, and they all have swords by their sides. Something flickers behind one of them, but when your eyes dart to the spot, whatever you saw is long gone.

There's something tickling at the back of your mind. An idea that should be impossible. That's so horrifying you can't bear to give it your attention.

You're barely managing to stand up at the moment, anyway.

The one in the centre front of the group steps forward, leaving the rest behind. His shoes' wooden soles click against the floor as he approaches, and the crowd goes quiet. What you can see from here is small, but you get a glimpse of midnight black hair that contrasts his ivory and red mask.

He places a hand on his hip, cocking his head. You can feel his gaze searing into you even with the casual pose.

It burns, and you tremble at its force.

"This isn't what we agreed upon, Ogre," his voice is friendly, contrasting the menacing aura that surrounds him. The demon beside you chuckles, shrugging one giant shoulder.

"You already said yes to this duel, fox! Thinking of running away already?"

The man shakes his head.

"I won't show mercy to someone who's just been reborn, even if they're that weak," he nods his head towards you, clearly indicating you're the weak one.

Not that it was necessary, as the oni was basically holding you up by the scruff of your neck. He chuckles, shoving you forward. You find yourself shivering in front of the masked soul, fear shining in your eyes.

"That's no problem at all, we don't need your mercy," the ogre says from behind you, but all you can focus on is red eyes that peer down at you through slits in a mask. The man behind the mask tilts his head, looking you over. He has to notice your fear, with the way you shake and the tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Well, if you're okay with it, and our little friend here is fine with it-"

Your hand shoots forward. It curls into the robes of the masked man. With your eyes, you plead for help, but all he does is continue to stare silently. Red, crimson red eyes, connect with yours. They're not the same as the demon's, where the demon's was rimmed red, his entire iris was flooded with sanguine red. It feels like those eyes can see your entire being. Your fingers tighten, and you open your mouth to speak.

"Please. Please. Help- please help me. Please," you beg, your bottom lip wobbling as you fight off another onslaught of tears.

The man blinks those bold red eyes.