I’m so glad people are enjoying my work, though I’m not sure who Jairay is…🤨🤨
First time writing yandere content, let’s get it
I toy with my helix piercing as I walk down the street. There’s not a lot of good places open considering the fact that most are at Musashi Shrine celebrating New Year’s.
Many pass by wearing heavy winter clothing. I instinctively pull my jacket closer and blow into my hands for heat. It’s definitely been a lot colder. Everyone is in a hurry to either get to the festival or make their way home. My friend, Yukio, notices and wraps her arms around me. “Ugh, we definitely should eat something hot before we get home..” she loosens her hold in search of any place to eat.
I let out a shaky breath that escaped in a white puff, vanishing into the icy night. “You’re right.. some soup sounds good.” My eyes scan the empty streets. I catch sight of a dark figure standing by an alleyway across the street. I try my best not to look in their direction and instead grasp Yukio’s wrist, dragging her into a nearby ramen shop. Its noren reads “Sugoaku”. I place Yuki in a seat at the counter and plop down next to her. “Twin Devils?” She echos. I tap my knuckles against the polished wood impatiently. My Japanese isn’t the best, but it’s been improving with Yukio’s help.
We first met last year during New Year’s. Me and my family decided to travel someplace different. I’d heard about Musashi Shrine and plans were set. I’d seen Yuki at an art market in Koenji. Her purple kimono hugged her plump curves perfectly. The clothing was embroidered with sparkling blue and yellow lining. To say the least, she was breathtaking. I encouraged my family to sit tight as I asked for directions to the shrine. I was only able to carry a short conversation on the fabrics and paint she needed. Though I didn’t want our exchange to end, I asked for directions and she was more than happy to show me the way.
Although we didn’t spend the event together, my family and I stopped at her omamori stand where we bought a few protective charms and exchanged contacts. Yukio and I agreed that I should come back this year and spend time together.
Yukio’s soft grip on my wrist pulls me out of my thoughts. “You okay there? If you’re thinking about that shady dude, it-“ Yukio’s next words are cut off by a cheerful voice. “Shady guy? You pretty ladies ought to be careful!” The man beckons for his coworker to make his way over.
The man contains a bright smile that stands out. His bright orange afro adorns his head like a halo and compliments his skin tone. His colleague carried a quiet warmth despite his hardened expression. His poofy hair is a vivid ocean blue anyone would drown in.
Admittedly, these men are very attractive. The orange haired handsome devil catches me staring and shoots a smirk. His hand reaches out in a friendly gesture. “I’m Nahoya. This is my bro, Souya.” Yukio is quick to shake his hand. Despite how talented and smart Yukio is when it comes to omamori, she is far too trusting.
Instead, I give the two men a friendly nod and tell them our names.
“Boy are we glad you’re open!” Yukio giggles. “We were starting to think we’d have to go home hungry!” Yukio pats her stomach.
Souya is the first to speak. “Believe me, if we knew you two were out there, we’d take ya home and keep your belly full.” Despite the strange comment, Yukio laughs obnoxiously. I shift uncomfortably and offer to place our orders. Yukio gets an order of spicy yakisoba and we decide to split it. The brothers are quick to serve us, yet I still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Nervously, I pick at my lip piercing.
Our food comes hot and ready, I readily dig in. The ramen is delicious! I start stuffing my face with my half of the dish. Yukio clears her throat and I look up to see the brothers staring at me with great interest. Sheepishly, I swallow my food before speaking.
“Problem?” I ask. Nahoya shakes his head, almost as if he had been daydreaming. “No problem sweetheart. If I knew you were this tired and hungry, I would’ve slipped a little something in there to make your night better.” He winks. I chuckle dryly and attempt to chow on my meal with Yukio, but she’s far too engrossed in Souya. I internally sigh.
Nahoya gasps and leans on the counter in front of me. “Wow! Your style is so cool! I’ve never seen so many spiky piercings.” His voice is filled with wonder, and his smile smears across his face. Though, I’m not yet convinced.
“Thanks, my dad and brother helped do most of em. They’re in the car right now. I could hook you up?” I’m lying out my ass. My father has long passed and I had no brother to speak of, but we can at least give the impression that we have some type of protection. Nahoya nods along, pondering the idea.
Souya cuts Yukio mid sentence and turns to me. “Really? With so many piercings you must have some experience, I wouldn’t mind being pierced by you.” Even through his meek demeanor, the intensity was there, they mean every word that slips off their silver tongue. As I grew uneasy, I kick Yukio underneath the table. I know she wanted to scream, hell she probably wanted to chew me out. But now, I’m wary of our situation.
“Yuki, you’d best eat your half of the yakisoba. I don’t think uncle would like it if we get home past curfew.” I seethe through clenched teeth. Catching my drift, Yukio stops her yapping and starts shoveling in ramen.
“What’s the rush?” Souya asks with thinly veiled irritation. My voice catches in my throat and Yukio finally reads the room. Yuki nudges the bowl away and clasps her hands in finalization.
“No rush at all! But as my friend said, we’d best get going..” Yuki pointedly pulls my chair out for me and pays the brother, making sure to leave a gratuitous tip.
Nahoya’s smile strains. “I sure hope we didn’t make you gals uncomfortable. We hope to see you real soon.” His parting words seemed kind, yet I couldn’t shake the gnawing worry growing inside me. Yukio was just about to respond before I took her hand and led us out the shop. The boys waved us goodbye, expressions forlorn.
Once we are a safe distance away from Sugoaku, I let out a lightened breath. Yukio squeezes my hand apologetically. “Boy, those guys were weird weren’t they?” She coughs out a laugh. I love Yukio, I do. However, she has a habit of being unaware of her surroundings.
I ignore her comment and continue walking, curling inward for warmth. My teeth clatter in the cold and I come to terms with the fact that I can’t ignore Yuki for long. Sure, she’s a bit of an airhead, but she has me to help her deviate from danger. I sigh flatly. “Alright Yu, I can forgive-“ The sound of smothered howls, prompts me to turn on my heel to find Yukio being strangled by the same hooded figure we saw lingering by the alleyway. My heart beats unsteadily and adrenaline swirls throughout my body. Instinctively, I rush for the man’s face, getting a clean right hook in. The man stamped back but does not unleash his hold on Yukio. Instead, he pulls a knife from his pocket.
His voice creeps into my ears like slime as he holds my friend hostage. “Stay right there or your friend’s head will be hanging on by a thread. He spits, pushing the knife up to her neck in warning.
My feet are filled with cement, my mouth runs dry. Should I call for help? No. He’d slit her throat as soon as I open my mouth. His cracked lips plant a kiss on Yuki’s cheek. “Good pet.” He taunts.
Just then, a flash of blue cracks the man’s jaw, the creep goes crashing down along with Yuki. Yukio takes this time to scramble away from them, she draws in a sharp breath and a notice a gash on her left leg, likely caused by the hooded man.
Looking closely, I catch sight of Souya straddling the man and pummeling his face in. Is he.. crying?
“Let me go!” Yukio’s desperate cries brings my attention back to her. Only to be faced with the horrible sight of Nahoya holding Yukio in place with a shit eating grin. Just as I’m about to lunge for him, Souya steps off the man in a daze. It’s like he’s not even here with us, his tunnel vision is now set on Yukio.
“Please, don’t hurt her!” My desperate pleas reach deaf ears. Souya drifts toward Yukio murderously.
Nahoya laughs heartily, tightening his grip around Yukio as Souya kneels in front of her frightened form. “You can’t be serious, doll. Any longer with this scatterbrain and you’ll be dead in no time.” Yukio sobs helplessly as Souya rolls up his sleeves.
Nahoya chuckles as he shakes his head. “Think of this as us repaying you for that awfully generous tip.” My rebuttal hadn’t left my lips before Souya began tearing into Yukio. Her beautiful purple highlighted hair was now a gaudy dark red. Her face grew plump and irregular and despite that, Nahoya only let go to strode over to me.
I tried to turn on my heel and run, but Nahoya was quicker. His hand shoots out to rub my tears and I flinch away. “Don’t cry, darling,” He coos affectionately.
“You’re both crazy!” I scream as Souya stumbles his way over. I yank my hand away fearfully, but Nahoya’s grip is far too strong. I’m stuck here.
Souya reaches for my face and I squeeze my eyes shut. His thumbs glide against my cheekbones reassuringly. “The only thing we’re crazy for is you, honey. It was love at first sight.” His words come out in shaky whimpers. “How attentive you are.. your style.. how ready you were to introduce us to your family..” He stares into my eyes longingly.
I tremble as I shake my head. “No, no, that’s not right. I wasn’t-“
“Don’t you think you owe us? We saved you from that guy and perfected your night. Now you to have a clutz to look after!” Nahoya hugs me tightly, as if he wants to convince me that all he says is true. These guys aren’t even attempting to listen to my begging.
“I think we should look after this one, brother. It seems she attracts people who aren’t quite right for her..” Souya chimes. That just about made Nahoya’s night. I can tell by the mad smile on his face.
“Ya hear that doll? We gotta take you somewhere real safe! Where no one will ever lay a grimy finger on you again.” Nahoya grips my wrist tighter. As if telling that it is futile to run, scream, live.
Souya’s sniffles draw Nahoya’s attention, causing him to slightly lighten his iron grip on my wrist.
“Aw, bro, cheer up..” Nahoya looks around for anything that might lighten his brother’s mood, Suddenly, he perks up as if he had won the lottery and let out a sinister laugh.
“Woah, check it out, Souya! That chick has intestines like ramen!”
