Welcome To My Weird Mind

Chapter 2 - The Web of Lies

The eve of melancholy was the first to arrive at the café. It was stupid on so many different layers. First, why should Nicco return to this café? They were after all still strangers to each other, and he was on a business trip. Probably was he on a board meeting or something like that. Maybe he was already engaged and maybe had kids. (Y/N)’s pride couldn’t handle it if she were to be a mistress. Or the second anything.

Secondly, even if he comes again and they both start to like each other more, it wouldn’t work out for the two of them. He is in Tokyo for a couple of weeks and then returns to Italy, and she couldn’t leave Tsubaki’s side, let alone Japan. He even doesn’t know anything about her, only the lies she told him and her name. She would have to come clean about being an actress and that she lied to him. She also would have to explain to him that vampires existed, that she is an Eve of a Servamp that hates his siblings and wants to destroy society to bring back his old sensei/father/even (Y/N) doesn’t know how to explain that relationship between those two non-humans. Not to mention she would need to tell him her past and how all of her documents are faked after she became an Eve. That her life was built on lies. She wasn’t even honest to Tsubaki anymore, so how was she supposed to be honest to a guy that she even wasn’t bound by magic?

Third, to even have to meet with Nicco today, she cancelled a shooting that was about to start, told Ume she needed more free time for herself, and even postponed a meeting with a good ‘friends’. Said friends was the only one she told the real reason why she moved the hours, and they were supportive until she told them that she didn’t know if Nicco would show up because they didn’t exchange numbers or anything and would leave Japan soon again.

»Rather spending time with a guy you probably never see again, do something with your friends! You also just do work. When you’ve finally found some sense and no longer use every second of the day to work, you should waste that valuable time of yours on some man! Go out with your coworkers and have a drink! Don’t waste your life!« Her old ‘friend’ said to her through the phone.

(Y/N) could even hear his wife sighing.

»I will, I promise!« The actress lied again.

The Eve went to the counter and ordered the same items as yesterday. She paid, ignored the knowing smile of the owner, and took the same seat as the day before. She also took the mafia book out to continue where she left off. Right now, she is in the chapter where the witch tries to tell her lover the truth, but it was shut down by the ML. He already figured out the truth and accused her of manipulating him. But it was also highlighted that she still didn’t know his real identity. Why would the ML be so offended by this lie? It was shown from the start that she lied to him to keep him safe and away from her dangerous family/world. He didn’t even give her the time to explain herself. He just left her alone while leaving her in the dark.

This chapter really messed up with the mood. Her only hope was halfway through the book, and she swore if the ML didn’t apologise from the bottom of his heart to the FL, she would hunt down the author.

»What are you reading?«

Shocked, did (Y/N) jump out of her skin? She turned her head to look into Nicco’s beautiful green eyes. His beautiful, innocent eyes that never saw any danger in his life. He was to be protected from the darkness in the world. How was he supposed to understand and live with the fear that vampires really existed? No, no, no. (Y/N) would keep him safe and sane. Tsubaki would not harm anyone that close to her, right? Yeah.

»Ohu hi Nicco!« (Y/N) smiled at Eve of Gluttony.

Just by her smile alone, Niccolò blushed again. He liked how she always looked directly into his eyes as if he was the only one who mattered. He also adored the way she made him feel special and like a normal person. To her, he was a simple salesman who came here to do some business. Which was basically the truth if one ignored that he was the boss of his mafia family or that he was doing some illegal business or that he made a contract with the Servamp of Gluttony.

But that didn’t matter. It was the first time since he was in Tokyo, no, since he became the head, that he ever felt like he was preferred and cared for. It was too early to call it love, but the Don was sure to call it mutual affection. At least he hoped it was mutual. It would be nice if they could become more someday.

»I’m sorry if I startled you. You were just so immersed in your book, I was wondering what made you look so mad.« Niccolò apologised sheepishly.

»It’s fine, Nicco. I was reading The Bewitched Don. It’s a love story between a witch and a mafia boss.«

»Mafia boss?!«

»Yeah, right now the male lead is accusing the female lead of manipulating him because he figured out she is a witch, which she planned to tell him on the same day. What makes the scene so much worse is that she still doesn’t know that her love is part of the mafia and hid it from her for the same reasons as she did. But to be honest, I think both of them have a second secret that the reader still doesn’t know.« (Y/N) explained the story to Niccolò.

»Do you read these kinds of books often?« Niccolò asked, rather disturbed.

Was this a trick? Did (Y/N) know about his family? Was it her way of telling him she knows the truth and judges him? How was she supposed to know that?

»Nah, I’m not the biggest fan of miscommunication. But my dad got it for me the last time he visited Italy. So I don’t forget our roots. What he really means is that he gave up finding a better souvenir for me. Would you believe that? I’m his kid, but he still doesn’t know what I like.« The woman laughed and sighed.

Niccolò could clearly see her disappointment in her eyes. She didn’t look like someone who valued material possessions. Just as he wanted to lighten her mood, he was interrupted by the same woman he had started to develop some unknown feelings for.

»So my dear, how comes that such a busy man as yourself has the time of day to go visit some café in the middle of nowhere in Tokyo?«

There she was again. The unshakable beauty that he couldn’t seem to forget. How could he not continue to create an even bigger web of lies? If it meant that he was able to spend more time with her, was this a risk he was willing to take? Maybe one day he will tell her the truth, maybe she will even accept him as who he is and come with him to live her life in Italy. That fantasy made him even more abashed. He was truly under her spell, but he couldn’t say he hated it.

So the two of them continued to their own truths and shared them with each other. Not realising that they were already drowning in their own lies. Maybe that’s why the mafia boss and the witch argued with one another, not because they were mad that they were lied to but because they realised they never had to begin to lie to the other at all. They were probably more ashamed of themselves than they were angry at their lover. They simply didn’t know how to react.

But it didn’t seem to that (Y/N) nor Niccolò would take notes for tragedy that was bound to happen. Instead they just enjoyed the moment they had together. After all, their time was limited and why shouldn’t they be allowed to live in a fantasy for once?

However, they were forced back into reality when on (Y/N)’s phone, a message from Ume popped up.

»I’m sorry, but I have to go. There is an ongoing production where I’m a part of.« (Y/N) sighed and packed her stuff.

»Yeah, I understand. I have a meeting where I have to go. Will you be here tomorrow?«

»No, my schedule is packed tomorrow… But how about exchange numbers? So we don’t have to guess.«

»I would love that!« Niccolo blushed as he smiled.

Their future selves still don’t know if they should have said the truth here or just never contacted each other ever again. Maybe it was a mix of both.

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After the long shooting and a late apple pie with her friends, (Y/N) was finally home. Tsubaki, yet again, forgot to visit her. At this point, (Y/N) had no other choice but to adjust to it.

When she finally got out of the elevator and into her floor, she immediately noticed that something was wrong. The lights in her kitchen were on. The same kitchen that she never used because she couldn’t even cook to save her own life. Someone was or is inside her home. Was it Tsubaki? No, it couldn’t be him. It was set that this was her floor and privacy. He knew better.

(Y/N) took her lead out in the form of two black dice. Her lead had two forms, and the dice form was her go-to answer if she wanted to avoid a confrontation because in that form, the actress was able to change reality if her set conditions were met. She took quite a step as she followed halfway to the kitchen. (Y/N) was ready to launch her dice at the intruder when she noticed a familiar shade of white hair.

»Did we not already discuss tha- My, welcome home, princess.«

»You’re finally back, Shamrock!« The actress immediately took her second father figure into her arms.

Both stayed in their embrace for a solid minute or two before they sat down at the dinner table. At least (Y/N) sat down; the subclass continued to cook for the princess of melancholy and narrated his mission in Austria. (Y/N) told him about her roles and sets. Neither of them noticed that they were speaking in Shamrock’s native language.

»Isn’t your birthday soon? We need to think about what you call me now. After all, who would believe that I’m your father or uncle when we were just one year apart?« Shamrock laughed and didn’t notice his pseudo-daughter’s devastated face.

»But… but you have been my uncle since ever! Nobody will know the truth! I-«

»(Y/N), I know it’s hard for you, but it can’t be helped. It was clear from the start that we would have to change family titles ever so often. I will, of course, forever stay your father, but you know humans don’t know that vampires exist.« Shamrock explained, but it felt on deaf ears.

It was the same explanation as every other time when she grew older. The hardest was when she officially turned older in Berkia. They always say it wouldn’t change anything, but that was a lie. True at first, but soon after, everything changed. Slowly she got more responsibilities, more things she had to be careful about and less involved. The older (Y/N) got the more she was pushed to the sidelines until she never really saw any of them anymore. Until she became older than Tsubaki and he told her that it would be good for her to start living on her own.

»I’m tired. Could you leave me alone, cousin.« She asked coldly.

»Princess-« Shamrock didn’t get to say anything more because the eve already threw her dice and the subclass stood in the kitchen one floor below with the food he cooked for his daughter.

She had enough! She couldn’t stay here today! She was going crazy. Desperate of not being alone she called her older friends but they were already sleeping. In a moment of pure loneliness she called the guy she only met twice.

»(Y/N)? Are you okay?«

»Are you free? Now?«

Author notes: Hi there 😚

I hope you like it so far. I’m here to inform you that I’ll probably not update as frequently as I did like the previous chapters because I also want to write some hc and to prevent me from getting bored from writing only one story. But don’t worry I won’t abandon it or anything. Who knows maybe I’ll post another chapter in a just few days again. Only my Adhd will know or not. Any way I wanted to know if I should include smut in the fic? It would be nice of you to participate at the end. Thank you. Also just because yes wines doesn’tmen every chapter will be in every chapter. It has to fit in and I must want to include it.

Have a nice day ❤️

Chapter One - The coffee shop

The shooting went like any other shooting. She wore her magical girl custom, acted, danced, sang, and gave advice to her fellow actors. All was good until the six-hour mark was reached. At this point, she didn’t only have to play the witch Mellow, she also needed to play the role of a normal human actress that didn’t suffer immensely from pain because she was too far from her servamp. The same servamp that promised her that he would show up at the studio so she wouldn’t be in agony again. Yet, he was too invested in bringing back his sensai to realise his eve was struggling again. At times like this, (Y/N) wonders if Tsubaki really wanted to save her back then or if he wanted to continue her torture himself.

»And cut! Good work everyone!«

The director finally said, yet (Y/N) knew that it’s going to be a long day for her. She politely declined her fellow cast members’ invitation to hang out and went with Ume to her next appointment. A short advertisement and photo-shooting for a new perfume that will be released in a few weeks. All the while, she was struggling to keep up her mask. Yet nobody realised she was in pain or that her body felt heavier than it should. They only saw the mask of the perfect actress.

At the end of her schedule, it was already half past 10 pm. She wasn’t in Tsubaki’s radius since around 9 a.m. By the time she was at the hotel lobby, it was already 11 pm and only then could she finally breathe normally again. She smiled at the employees and entered the elevator. For a moment, she hesitated to first go to the floor where Tsubaki and his closest subclass reside, but she quickly threw that thought away. She already knew how a confrontation would end.

She took the elevator to her own floor. The one on the top. The penthouse all for herself. She never felt more alone than when she was here. That evening (Y/N) didn’t receive any messages about how she is feeling, if she is okay, or any apologies. Not even a thank you from Sakkun.

In moments like these, (Y/N) wishes that Tsubaki shouldn’t have saved her when her biological parents tried to drown her when she was still a kid.

With that thought, (Y/N) went to sleep on her way to the big bed.

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Niccolò was more than happy when his body felt the hotel bed. It was the first day of the business trip with his father’s old acquaintances. He wasn’t 24 hours here yet but had already had two rival yakuzas try to kill him. Not to mention how Ildio successfully started a fight with everyone. It was pure luck; the heads of the respective families didn’t immediately start a war with his own family. All that stress was about to kill him. Niccolò wasn’t made to be the head of the family. Yet here he was, building his own connections and selling different kinds of black market products.

At the same time, his Servamp lay down on the couch in the room. Unlike himself, Ildio looked more bored than exhausted. Like he didn’t almost start a war with one of their allies. In the vampire’s hands was a magazine god knows where Ildio got it.

»You know, for being the don of this family, you are way too anxious.« World End said while strolling through the pages.

Niccolò groaned in his pillow. Of course, his Servamp didn’t understand the severity of his actions. His father and his father’s father managed to build these connections. He failed now, or he could never recover from this damage.

»Please don’t start a fight at tomorrow’s meeting. I don’t think I can handle it.«

»Then they shouldn’t challenge me.« Ildio responded and flipped through the trash magazine. »Damn, Japan does have some hotties and waifus.«

The Servamp didn’t get any response from his eve because the mafia boss was already falling asleep. Not that he cared for one.

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Their meeting was by pure chance. (Y/N) was supposed to be modelling for a new collaboration between one of her many films and a fashion company, but due to scheduling issues with the other actors, it was postponed. It wasn’t unusual for her to have a free day or more, but since the past few weeks, those free days became more and more rare. Maybe she should start to accept fewer jobs. Spend some time with self-care and Tsuba—no, her fans would be disappointed.

To celebrate her first free day since a while, (Y/N) decided to test a new hidden café. Nowhere near downtown and in a side alley somewhere in the nowhere. It’s hard to find a place in Tokyo where nobody would recognise her. Where she is just a girl who happens to have a sweet tooth. In an effort to stay not being recognised, the actress put on some fake glasses and some plain dress. She didn’t even wear her beloved jewellery just to make sure she didn’t stand out. Okay, maybe she couldn’t help herself and took some of her treasured accessories with her, including but not limited to her favourite necklaces that Higan gifted her on her 20th birthday.

Almost all of her jewellery was gifted to her by the subclasses. Only Tsubaki never got her any, if you didn’t count the lead on her finger.

But (Y/N) didn’t come here to be all melodramatic, no, she came here to treat herself to some nice iced coffee and different kinds of sweets! Tsubaki be damned! Japan’s darling ordered her first serving of cake and drink and took a seat somewhere in the back. There is no reason to risk being found out. As she waited for her order, the woman took out the book Higan got her from his last visit from Italy and continued from where she left off.

While reading her cheesy romance novel about a mafia boss and a witch, a second guest entered the small café.

It was a man with long, jet-black hair, beautiful green eyes, and he wore a black suit without a tie. Unknown to anyone in the café, this anxious Italian man was Niccolò Carpediem, and he was the head of his mafia family. Said boss was more than happy to learn his meeting was postponed and went straight to the nearest café to finally calm down. The last few days were nerve-racking to say the least. How was he supposed to maintain his allies when they didn’t even treat him with respect and always compared him with his father?

The more than exhausted man was pleased to notice that besides himself, there was only one other guest present in the café. With his broken Japanese, the Don ordered a double espresso, at least he hoped it was a double espresso and took the only other available seat beside the woman reading some book. He would be lying if he said she wasn’t pleasant to look at. She was well-figured, her dress emphasised her curves and her lips—Niccolò quickly turned his head away. Just because he felt lonely and missed the touch of a woman, he shouldn’t have thoughts like that towards a woman he didn’t know.

Too bad for him, because the barista’s hobby was to play matchmaker to those she deemed to be soulmates. Especially when both were good-looking and were nonhumans like herself (not that a normal human being could actually enter the cafe). The shopkeeper prepared the orders of both customers and deliberately prepared the wrong order for the man. The shopkeeper hoped that the two of them would start talking or anything! A chance meeting, you could say. She expected him to give the sweet coffee-dessert to the lady because he noticed that she liked sweets.

Much to the barista’s surprise, it was (Y/N) who noticed the man’s distress. The undercover actress wouldn’t normally help anyone when she tried to stay under the radar, but when the man beside her cursed in Italian and looked so anxious, she decided to be a little helpful.

»Hey, is everything okay?« She asked in Italian.

»I don’t like sweetened coffee.« He mumbled in the same language, not noticing the fact.

»Let me take a guess, you wanted a doppio?«

As an answer, the pretty man gave her a disappointing nod. (Y/N) didn’t say anything and went back to the counter to get the man’s desired beverage. The barista immediately apologised and gave the right drink to the actress. The eve rolled her eyes. Of course, she had to pick up that coffee where the counter girl couldn’t do the right order. Rather than continue to be mad at the girl, she brought the double espresso to the poor, anxious man who still looked sad at the dessert.

»You know you could have used a translator.« (Y/N) told the man and placed the drink in front of him.

Immediately, the man’s face lighted up.

»Thank you!«, this was also the moment where he finally realised that the two of them were speaking in Italian the whole time, »wait, you can speak Italian?!«

»Wow,« the actress laughed, »and what gave that away.«

Embarrassed, the guy lowered his head. Up close, he looked handsome. It wouldn’t be a lie if she said he was her type. His face, his shyness, and his sense of fashion were all attributes that turned her on. It was probably stupid of her, but against her better judgement, she took her stuff and took a seat at the man’s table.

»Then tell me, Mr. Shyguy, what does such a handsome man, like yourself, do so far away from home?”

Niccolò chocked on nothing. He was being hit on. Him. Not someone else. By a gorgeous woman who was out of his league. Him. Not Cappuccino, no Ildio, no some other stranger. Up close, she was even prettier. Immediately, his face turned red.

»I’m on a business trip!« The Don shuddered as he answered too quickly.

»So this dashing man is a businessman. What else is there to know about you?« She asked and took a bite from her strawberry shortcake.

»I come from Italy!«

»Is that all?«

»I like to draw!«

And that continued for quite some time. Some time even (Y/N) would talk about herself. Niccolo introduced himself as Nicco, an owner of a medium firm in his hometown, and that he is here to open up a second branch. He also told her his love for dancing and how he wanted to become an architect, but sadly he had to give up on that dream. After some overthinking, did (Y/N) decide to give him her real name? She also told him that her father comes from Italy, her love for sweet things, and that she works in the film industry, but she did not mention that she is an actor. And neither of them mentioned the existence of vampires or that they are the eve of one of a servamp.

All in all, did the two of them have fun talking to each other? Nicco even attempted to flirt a little back, which made him blush even more. Sadly, their meeting was cut short when both of their phones started to ring.

Both left rather abruptly and were kind of disappointed.

Prologue

Death to me means to be forgotten.

Ever since my life really started, Tsubaki was always my Servamp. He is, after all, the reason why I’m not dead yet. The reason why I can still breathe. He chose to make me an Eve instead of a subclass. He let me stay a human.

But he never told me why.

With no one left, his subclass became my family.

Shamrock became my new father.

Higan became my fun dad.

Berkia acted like a big brother.

Just like Otogiri turned into my big sister.

And later when Sakuya became a subclass, he was my little brother.

Then Otogiri was my little sister.

And then Berkia.

Everybody stays the same, but me. Only I will have a short human life.

Will they forget me when I die? Will they pretend I never existed? Will they miss me?

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The Eve of Melancholy is used to play different roles, but today she chose the role of a high school boy from Kyoto. Her ankle-long (h/c) hair was tucked in a wig, her normally soft features were now a bit sharper. She wore a male uniform she found on the web. She changed the way she walked and her body language. In other words, she turned herself into a believable young boy.

It was an overkill on (Y/N)’s part. She just wanted to talk to the Eve of Sloth to ease a certain subclass’s pain. In retrospect, she realised she could have just given Sakuya her phone to use. But here she was.

Now to the hard part, find that wannabe Eve. He wasn’t at the obvious places like at his home room or in any other places at school. Nice, she didn’t even have to put on the schoolboy disguise. That damn Mahiru guy. Where could a new Eve be?

It was purely by chance and luck that he ran into her.

»What the-«

»I’m sorry!«

»Mahiru Shirota. Do you even know how long I was looking for you?!« She snarled at him.

»I’m sorry, do I know you?? Am I in trouble? Are you a vampire too?«

»You are way too paranoid for someone as young as you are. But no, I’m not. By the way, don’t ask that everybody that talks to you. Vampires aren’t the only ones that want to attack you. Especially Eves like you.« (Y/N) answered his question and dialled her phone. »Here, talk to him so he stops mopping.«

First was the Eve of Solth, confused but relaxed when he heard his old friend’s voice. They talked, they laughed, and they were happy to pretend for these few precious minutes that nothing bad ever happened between them. In the meantime, (Y/N) waited patiently for the two idiots to finish their call.

»Thank you.« Mahiru wanted to show his gratitude, but he didn’t know how.

»Please don’t think I did it for you. I just want to help Sakuya.” (Y/N) said, taking her phone back. “If you really want to thank me, then tell that Servamp in your bag not to tell anyone that I was here today. Pretend nothing happened and never mention it.«

»But—how—«

»So you are Tsubaki’s Eve. What a drag,« Kuro remarked as he climbed out of the backpack.

»Does it matter? I’ve done what I came for and have to work now. Bye.« With that, the Eve of Melancholy left the pair alone.

»Hey, just wait for a second!« Did Mahiru try to stop the other Eve, but one moment he was in the hallway, and the next, he was on the rooftop.

»What just happened!! Was this his lead?«

»Probably, what a drag.«

Tsubaki’s Eve left the school building and got into a black, unassuming car. In the driver’s seat sat a middle-aged woman with critical eyes that would even notice the smallest flaw. She was (Y/N) Manager, also known as the devil by many producers’ studios. She determined which offer would even land in (Y/N)’s hand and made sure that the schedule would be packed with film shootings, interviews, campaigns, and anything else that came to mind. She was one of the four main reasons why (Y/N) was who she was today.

Japan’s darling.

Actress of the decade.

An activist for children’s safety.

A girl who never found all of her pieces after she became Tsubaki’s Eve.

His only ever Eve.

»Do I want to ask what you were doing at a local high school dressed like a schoolboy?«

»I don’t think so, Ume-san. I was just dropping off my cousin’s goodbyes. You know I can’t say no to my baby cousin.«

Ume, the manager’s name, just rolled her eyes and drove the actress to the shooting place. Neither of the women said a thing. The manager concentrated on the traffic while (Y/N) prepared herself for the shooting. She was part of a children’s show about witches that symbolised emotions called “ChuChu Magica” where she plays the Witch of Love, Mellow. (Y/N) took this job years ago and still has the role because half of the revenue goes straight to different charities to help out orphanages.

When the vehicle finally stopped at the studio, (Y/N) stepped out with her long hair opened and free of the fake high school uniform. Instead, the 26-year-old woman wore a simple, short black dress. One of her favourites. Her fans were screaming for her attention. Unconsciously, she rubbed the actress’s right ring finger with her thumb on the same hand. To be more precise, she marked the lead with which she also teleported the sloth pair away from her.

//Fake it till you make it.//

(Y/N) is a beautiful woman and was famous for her ability to act like she was actually feeling the emotions of her roles. As well as for her unnatural charm. A well-crafted mask for a girl that used to have a hard time feeling loved and cared for. Now, she was showering in the love of her fans that loved the idea of her.

If only any them loved the real her.

Death to me means to be forgotten.

Ever since my life really started, Tsubaki was always my Servamp. He is, after all, the reason why I’m not dead yet. The reason why I can still breathe. He chose to make me an Eve instead of a subclass. He let me stay a human.

But he never told me why.

With no one left, his subclass became my family.

Shamrock became my new father.

Higan became my fun dad.

Berkia acted like a big brother.

Just like Otogiri turned into my big sister.

And later when Sakuya became a subclass, he was my little brother.

Then Otogiri was my little sister.

And then Berkia turned into my oldest little brother.

Everybody stays the same, but me. Only I will have a short human life.