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

1 - Fight Song

You realise what it is now. Nine black tails, swaying gently. You look up, and find pointed fox ears atop his head.

A kitsune. He's a real kitsune.

You scramble backwards, hands raising to shield you. The man sighs, shaking his head, before he puts his blade between the two of you. The sharp, bloody weapon pointed right at your face has you freezing in place.

"Please- please. I'm- I- I'm begging you! Don't- Don't kill me!" you whimper, and the man chuckles.

"Sorry, little bug. Can't do that."

He pulls his arm back, the sword swinging upwards in an arc.

And you watch, frozen, as it swings back down again.

'Clang!'

Another sword stops your gruesome end, parrying it before you lose the last little bits of your neck. The man glances up, and those hard red eyes disappear from your view. You crumble to the floor, finally giving in to your panic. You curl up into a little ball, tucking your knees to shield your face, ignoring the blood seeping into your soaked clothes, ignoring the screams, ignoring that you're probably very close to death's door. Ignoring the drip, drip, drip of carnage onto the floor. You must be covered in it at this point.

You wail louder. The pathetic sound echoes in the now-empty arena, and you can feel the scorching heat settle, and eventually disappear.

It's quiet now, all you can hear is your crying.

A hand touches you, and you flinch back again. You squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable pain, but all you hear is a faint cooing. The hand doesn't hurt, it only flutters over you. Too soft, too kind to feel real. The tender touch is strange, foreign. It's gentle as it pulls you closer to another body. Hard, warm muscles curl around you. That cooing continues, and eventually you're able to open your eyes.

You're sitting sideways in a man's lap. His large, muscular legs are crossed, black pants sodden with the same blood you are drenched in. His hand is gentle as it pats the back of your neck, the other one holding you by your waist. Broad, tan knuckles with a smattering of freckles. You look up to who's holding you.

A sharp, striking face finds you. High cheekbones with a pair of black-framed glasses. Ginger hair that curls over one hazel eye. He's handsome, even with the blood splattered on his cheek.

That's a macabre thought.

"Excuse me, I don't like being ignored by my opponents," the masked man speaks again, and you whirl your head around, jumping like you've been shot.

You find him in the same spot as earlier, sword notched against another person's. You can only see his sturdy, athletic back as he protects you from the kitsune. But you notice his hair is the same colour as the man who holds you, copper strands curling gently at his thick neck.

"So, who are you and why are you disturbing my fight?" he says again, voice calm despite the situation.

"We're koma-inu sent to guard this soul by our god, Lord Akko-sama," the man shielding you answers. Your mind riots at what he says, thoughts flying faster than you can grasp them.

Finally, you settle on the most terrifying thing he said, because once again, you are a coward. 'God'. 'God'. They have a god on their side. You think you're going to puke, as you press a shaking hand to your lips.

"Oh? And what's that silly little god doing getting his nose in the Kami Kyoso? Does he have a taste for bloodshed? Those egotistical warmongers do love a good fight," the kitsune asks, a chuckle in his voice, "Still, I can't imagine what he'd want with a newborn soul like this thing. Maybe he's collecting them as mercenaries, like you two?"