Yandere!Yokai Harem x Reader

Chapter 3

Almost as if your thoughts were read, the door slides open and a servant wobbles in. The rest of the household workers are silent, expecting the entrance of their master, but no one is following behind. You observe the bizarre limp of the woman. Suddenly, she collapses to the floor, revealing her bloodied back torn by deep wounds, caused by some sort of claw. Her body is stiff.

Panic settles in right away, and the servants topple over each other to get away from the fresh cadaver. You struggle to get up among the terrified crowd, but thankfully Murasaki grabs your wrist and pulls you out into a quieter hallway.

"What the hell?" is all you manage to say.

"Rotten." Kiritsubo furrows his brows, sniffing the air. "Someone in here must be possessed. Could be more of them."

Murasaki surveys the surroundings and gestures towards his partner.

"We have to see if the Lord is still alive. You go that way. I'll take the front. Kill everyone suspicious."

"What about me?" You demand, holding your breath.

"Get out and wait for us. You know how to draw a protection circle, don't you? I won't take long." The dark-haired yokai answers before vanishing.

Judging by the screams and wails coming from all directions, you suspect Kiritsubo is right about multiple attackers. You sprint across the hall, looking for an opening. The self-defense lessons didn't cover cursed humans with demonic powers. You'll stay out of this one.

What an absolute mess. You have encountered some demons in your weeks spent here, but nothing to this degree. When the guards mentioned a monster attack, you imagined a ghost with a grudge, or some small fry yokai scaring the workers at night, not a mass curse that ends in a massacre. Of course, it had to happen the moment you arrived at the main house.

You find a room with a door leading to the inner courtyard. Seems isolated enough and it should provide a bit of shelter while you wait for the pair to finish the business. As you rush past the dead bodies, you notice a woman hiding behind a screen divider.

"Ah! It's you!" she yells, aware of your presence.

From the shadow of her secret spot emerges the small frame of a child. The woman pushes the little human towards you, blocking your path.

"Don't worry, he'll protect us." she gives her child another nudge. "Go on, hold onto him. You'll be safe."

What? No, no, no, no, no. Not happening. You're getting out.

"Ma'am, sorry to break it to you under such circumstances, but I'm not-"

You're interrupted by a loud growl. One of the possessed creatures must've followed your scent, and it's now sliding into the room on all fours with the bones of the limbs twisting and creaking in unnatural pounces. You purse your lips in a frightened grimace. One advantage of the wide hakama pants – useful to know – is that no one can see your knees shaking cowardly.

Theoretically, you could use the brat as bait and run for your life. It'd make a decent obstacle. Unfortunately for your life span, you've been gifted with an idiotic sense of duty instead of survival instincts.

"Keep your distance. If I can't kill it, get out and don't look back" you advise, positioning yourself in the learned stance and sliding the sword out of its sheath.

Damn it! Then again, it should be like fighting a zombie, right? Given the pathetic way it drags itself around, it can't be too difficult to hit. Aim for the head, you repeat in your mind. Your fingers grip around the handle.

The ghoulish beast lowers itself, like a spring about to recoil, and leaps across the room with an ease you did not anticipate. Despite your iron hold, it slaps the blade out of your hands with enormous force. The impact breaks your skin, and you wince. There's no time to weep, within seconds it could go for your vitals next. While Murasaki hasn't gotten around to teaching you much hand-to-hand combat, you've read your fair share of shounen manga. The first idea that comes to mind is to put the beast in a sumo lock. You bend your knees smoothly and wrap your arms around the monster, feeling for something to hold onto. You grit your teeth and attempt to lift the creature.

A thundering laugh resonates within the walls, and you jolt, startled.

"I never thought I'd see the mighty Abe no Nakamaro wrestling with ankle biters like this. What are you going to do, throw it out of the ring?"

The voice is deep, loud, and unfamiliar. You can't afford to look back to see the source, but it's not hard to figure out the possibilities. So far, you've only been called by that cursed name by the yokai accomplices. Although now is not the best time to seek revenge.

"Shut up, I panicked", you snap in frustration. "If you can't help, keep that trap closed!"

The sudden burst of anger seems to have triggered something within your body, a power you don't recognize. You watch as your arms effortlessly pick up the monster and swing it across the room, its body demolishing the opposing wall and causing thick clouds of dust to rise and spread everywhere.

The impact must've alerted the nearby ghouls, as you can now hear the agitated trample and screeching rapidly approaching. You're not confident you can pull the same lucky move a second time.

You turn to search for your sword, but it's already being handed to you by the mysterious yokai who's been observing your little fight. You have to step aside and tilt your head all the way back in order to fully view the gigantic frame of the man.

Ah, you recognize the features immediately. The same kind of fear you felt when you stumbled upon that old shrine statue is now tugging at your chest.

"You're Suma, right?"

A proud, wide grin forms on his face, revealing a pair of glistening fangs. His expression is unexpectedly soft and friendly.

"We're halfway through our introductions then, eh?" You pick up the sword and his fingers stretch out for a handshake. "What is your given name? I'm guessing you don't willingly go by that...title."

"I very much prefer (Y/N), yes." You marvel at the significant difference in size, placing your small hand in his. "Was that your power I just used?"

"Mhhm. You sure surprised me there! It's not something I did intentionally, but I s'ppose we just resonate that well, huh?"

He laughs again, completely unbothered by the impending danger.

"Alright, you can leave the rest to me. Take the lady outside, it will get a little messy."

And with that, he casually walks towards the gathering of ghouls. You guide the family to the courtyard and wait for the battle to end. 

"Do you think she'll be fine by herself?" Kiritsubo is resting against the fence, keeping you under a watchful gaze.

"Let the humans sort it out among themselves." Murasaki responds, somewhat bored.

The morning after the attack, you offered to deal with the survivors: ask them how everything started, if they'd noticed anything suspicious days prior to the event, and if the route to Nakamaro's old residence was still open. The yokai men had found the feudal Lord in the jaws of a possessed creature and he quickly succumbed to his wounds. Consequently, only the remaining servants could provide them with clues.

A village being targeted like this is highly unusual, and Murasaki can't shake the feeling it could be related to their master.

"Oh, where are you heading after this?" The silver-haired yokai glances at Suma, sitting lazily next to them.

"Where? After you just told me the whole story? I'm way too invested in this modern reincarnation that just popper out of nowhere, so I'm tagging along!" He announces with a chuckle.

Murasaki frowns.

"We don't need your help."

"Don't be like that." The giant man pouts dramatically. "Are you upset I saved (Y/N) before you?"

"W-we were on our way!" Kiritsubo retorts, visibly bothered.

"It's a done deal!" Suma rests his hands under his head and yawns. "Besides, the little human already said he doesn't mind."

"He? (Y/N) is a woman."

The redhead abruptly sits up and gasps.

"Wait, what?"

"Don't get funny ideas, man", the silver-haired demon warns.