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

1 - Fight Song

A growl echoes out from the sword-wielder.

"Call us mercenaries again, and you'll regret it," his voice is low and threatening, a terrifying sound.

"Mm. No, no, I don't think so. Ah-" he holds up a finger, easily able to fight off your protector, even with one hand, "But I do believe your master will be quite upset when you come back with this little bug's head detached from their body!"

You throw yourself from the man's lap, puking up your last meal onto the bloody floor. Through your gags you can hear the kitsune's laughter. The man holding you curses, moving forward to make sure none of your bloody hair gets vomit on it too. When you're done, gagging nothing, he pulls you away from the mess and back into his lap. You feel like a ragdoll as he moves you, like all the life you once had has been sucked dry from your body.

"Maybe I don't need to bother killing them, someone this weak couldn't survive down here anyway," the kitsune laughs again, and the sound reminds you far too much of the burnt demon that very almost succeeded in killing you. You press your hands to your ears.

The man holding you shudders, but when you look again to his face, you find anger plain across his features. He looks like wrath personified, and you shrink against him. He blinks as you try to make yourself as small as possible, turning to give you a gentle smile.

"It's alright, we've got you," he whispers to you, but you don't stop shaking. The man turns his gaze from you, back to the kitsune, gnashing his teeth. He's angry for you, you realise.

Still, you don't trust them. You don't trust them at all. But at the moment, they're the only things standing between you and a headless end. You're so weak, you can't fight. You can't even lift up your arms to scratch at the owner of the lap you're sitting in.

That thought was pretty macabre, too.

"This fight is illegal! You can't kill them," the man who holds you protests, arms wrapping around to shield you further from the man with the mask.

"And? That's not my problem," the man tilts his head to the side, and then humour enters his tone, "In fact, I'll kill you too."

Inside his arms, you can feel the faint way he shivers. Your hands curl into his bicep, fingernails drawing streaks of pink. He glances down to you, warm hazel eyes flickering over your face. You can't speak, panic taking your words.

Still, he nods, as if hearing what you'd said, and his arms clasp you tighter, safer. He looks back up to the masked monster, eyes hard.

"No, you won't," he says to the kitsune.

You sob again, but this time with relief. Pressing your face into his shirt, your tears quickly soak the material. You feel a hand at your neck again, but it only passes to cup the back of your head, rubbing gently. Okay, you couldn't trust them, but it wasn't like you could really stop crying at the moment anyway. If you were gonna die, you might as well get a nice hug first.

After another moment of quiet, the kitsune sighs.

"Fine. You've ruined my mood, and it's not like I was going to get any money from killing it. Go, before I change my mind and slaughter the three of you," he says, the cheery mood leaching from his voice. You hear his footsteps trail away, the splash of blood echoing in the space.

Your two saviours take no chance with those words. Quickly, the one who'd fought off the kitsune turns and pulls you out of the arms of the other. You get your first look at his face, and you realise that the two are identical twins. This one's hair is messier than the others, and he doesn't wear any glasses. Still, their hazel eyes are the same, and the constellation of freckles across their face is the same too.

He adjusts you so he's holding you in a bridal carry, your head peeking over his shoulder. He's off fast, pushing past the rope barriers and leaping down into the empty floors of the standing area of the stadium.

The one with glasses gets to his feet, and follows behind the two of you. His hand moves to a katana sheath by his hip, his head tilted so he can see in front of him and behind at the same time. They move like hell is on their heels, and from what you can understand, it might as well be.

Hesitantly, you look back up to the stadium. The rest of the kitsune clan are moving around the space, checking if there are any living members of the gang and picking them off. The nine-tailed leader stands in the centre of the space, simply watching you leave.

His hand raises, lifting the mask from his skin.

A bright white, fanged grin reveals itself. Red eyes that give you a cheeky wink. Finally, his hand moves to wave at you, the last thing you see before you're turning around a corner, and the black-haired kitsune disappears.

A/n: Okay so like. I know you guys asked for romancable Cthulhu but like. I was inspired! As you can see, from the music video I included at the top. The girl reminded me very much of a character I've had waiting for a long time, and I sorta just jumped on the idea. I dunno, I've just got a lot of fun ideas for this one, and I'm really excited to write for (as me and Penelope have fondly nicknamed this MC) wet sock's adventures. This story, while starting off VERY dark, is actually going to have a lot of crack and comedy in it. You have someone (other than me) actively campaigning for your harem. Like this guy thinks you deserve multiple husbands (WHICH YOU DO!) but I understand this might be odd for traditional yandere fans. Still, I'm more fond of reverse harem in the 'why choose' genre developed by indie authors, because like. Why choose, right? Anyways, warnings there for anyone who doesn't like their yandere's sharing them!!!

Also! I've included a glossary for people who don't know that much about Japanese mythology or whatever. I've included any words I thought my audience wouldn't recognise, but if you spot something you don't and it's not on the list HMU!