Yandere Magical Boy Episode 4
Finally, you didn't need to go into work for tomorrow. To say it had been a long week was a grave understatement. You'd put up cleaning up bodily fluids mixed with soda, smelling stale hot dog buns and cigs and body odor, and even having to kick out a tweaker setting up shop in the bathroom. Oh, and also the whole Anti-Rizzler incident from some days ago.
But that's not say that you were free from trouble.
In fact, far from it.
Link to prior part: Episode 3
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Delicate, golden sunlight filtered through your blinds in a soft haze with the mellifluous calling of birds from the tree outside. You sat up, scratching the side of your head and stretched out your back. Groaning as the remnants of exhaustion faded, you pulled the blinds aside and smiled a bit at the sight of the flowers and trees right outside the apartment. The weather looked nice, and it'd be a shame to not spend at least some of today outdoors.
You remembered a nice little cafe you saw some days before. Just grab a coffee and a cheese Danish and enjoy the pleasant weather while catching up on some long overdue reading. Do some proper relaxing after all of the crap that's been flung at you.
"Yeah, today'll be nice." You smiled and turned to your dresser.
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"Haru! Get up now!" Sparkle pawed at his nose. "Up!"
"What now?" Haru groaned, fumbling to take off the bedsheets now tangled around his long legs and the various leads on who was the next villain. Where he laid on his side, his hair was slicked back he reached for the heart-shaped hairbrush by his side.
"I want breakfast." The mentor-mascot bluntly answered.
"Of course you do." He sighed, brushing his hair into its usual style. "If you aren't on me about some villain running amok, you're on me about how hungry you are."
"Stop your grumbling, and get moving! I'm hungry!"
Rolling his eyes, Haru stood up and made his bed while Sparkle kept on whining about his supposed 'starvation,' and how Haru was 'neglecting him.' The rantings and dramatics of the winged-rabbit faded into the background as Haru looked at the various papers and notes littering his floor and table.
He picked one of them up, rubbing his eye and read it over once again.
There's been reports of young women acting fanatical and how a certain 'him' is handsome and charming. Believe to be the 'him' in question being one of Queen Pandemonia's Council of Terror members named Archduke Erolaune. These women are seen with red roses on their person in some way or another. Not much else is known about where he is or what other effects the roses have on the women.
Haru's eyebrows and lips pinched in consternation; the possibility of you being targeted by this Archduke sent prickles of unease through his gut. His other hand balled into a fist before relaxing it once more, turning his attention towards the dresser and opened it. After digging around the various soft-colored clothes in there, he pulled out an over-sized graphic shirt featuring a bunny sleeping on a fluffy cloud with a crescent moon behind, his signature pink hoodie, and lightwash jeans.
"Alright, what do you want to eat?" He sighed while digging through a trinket dish for earrings, his head throbbing with annoyance.
"What's that cafe in that nice shopping district?"
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You hummed lightly to yourself as the cafe came into view; it stood out with the riot of flower framing the French-blue doors and the seafoam-white patio tables and stripped umbrellas around it. The smell of freshly-brewed coffee greeted you like a family friend as you entered and softly closed the door behind you.
Due to it being a weekday, the cafe was fairly empty with only a few other people beside you in there. Soft piano music mixing with the mumbling of the scant few patrons made it feel like you could finally relax and wished time slowed down instead of just disassociating and praying that the day would go by faster. White and blue toile wallpaper gave the interior a soothing and somewhat nostalgic air; various prints of oil paintings of people from previous centuries drinking teas or at coffee houses were hung here and there in dark frames alongside more quirky portraits of animals in dapper clothing. A tangle of fairy lights bathed the cafe in a soft light, giving it the appearance a cloud of fireflies fluttering about.
The menu hung to your left, behind the register with the. The glass display rife with mouthwatering pastries of all kinds: blueberry muffins, London fog and lavender cookies the size of your palm, scones with sparkling grains of sugar on their surfaces, and even slices of coconut cake with heaven-white frosting. Your stomach growled at the sight of them, debating which one you should get alongside with which drink.
After the person in front of you ordered, you finally made it up to the register.
"I'll take an iced lavender and honey latte with one of those London fog cookies and also a coconut cake too, please." You promptly took out your debit and inserted it into the reader. When it beeped, you dropped a few dollars in the tip jar before taking a table number.
Grabbing a seat on the patio, you pulled out a book and headphones from your bag. Scrolling through your countless Youtube playlists, you finally found your lo-fi one and began reading while waiting for your food to arrive. Time and space melted away between you and the words on the page, tapping your foot.
As you flipped over to the next page, several figures flitted by your table. You looked up as several women rushing past you down to somewhere some seats away from yours. You jumped as they started squealing and jumping up and down like they were at a concert with a line-up of at least seven of the hottest musicians currently.
"What the hell is going on?" You asked, slipping off your headphones and craning your head to see what was causing this. The longer you looked at the women, the more you noticed how... wrong their expressions were. Too joyous, too excited, as if being told to behave this way instead of actually feeling it-- the kind you'd normally see in cult members. Their wide eyes though manic, had a glassy distant quality to them...
Almost like they're under some kind of spell.... You frowned, noticing that poking out of some of their bags was a red rose. Those look awfully familiar...
"He's so handsome!" One of the women exclaimed.
"He's absolutely gorgeous!"
"Do you think he's already taken?"
"I sure hope not! I want him as the father of my children!"
"Not if he's mine first!"
"Fat chance! He's gonna be mine!"
"In your dreams, he's my future husband!"
Finally, you stood up to see what was causing these women to act so erratic. Your eyes bulged out upon seeing the same weirdo that gave you that rose the other day, even with the sunglasses and crisp trench coat. One leg was crossed over the other as he leaned back in his chair, basking in the adoration of his impromptu harem trying to gain his attention while bickering over who was going to be his future wife.
Aw shit... Dread sank to the bottom of your stomach and you smothered your groan. Of course just when things were just about to go your way-- even just by the slightest margin, of course life decided to spread open its ass cheeks and getting ready to take a giant dump on you. You immediately shot back down on your seat and shoved your head into the book, clenching its sides. Please, for the love of God, do not let him notice me!
Unfortunately, today you were getting proverbially crapped on. You watched from the corner of his eye as he stood up and sauntered over towards you, ignoring the women's bawking and the glares shot towards you.
"Ah, do you remember me?" He slid into the chair across from you, leaning in with his elbow on the table and resting his head against his wrist.
"Not this..." You mumbled, putting your forehead into your palm. "What now?"
"I just wanted to see how you're doing, my dear." He answered, eyeing you up and down. "After all, each second without you is an eternity to my poor, fragile heart."
For fuck's sake, can this asshole get any more dramatic? You rolled your eyes. "Anyways, I am trying to read here." You bluntly responded, not bothering with concealing your annoyance and put your headphones on once again.
"I see... what is it that you're reading?"
You ignored him, trying to focus on the words even with your eye frantically twitching. Your appetite was gone as irritation filled your stomach. Can't I fucking catch a break for once!?
"Oh, are you trying to ignore me, darling?" He leaned in even closer, head jutting out far enough for you to smell the kiss spray slithering out his mouth. "Are you perhaps taken aback by my handsomeness?"
You struggled to not choke on the pungent smell of the spray, but your eyes were watering and making it harder to read the words in front of you. Just go away already, God damn it!
"You know..." He whispered slowly, licking his lips. "It's awfully rude for you to not only throw away my gift, but to now trying to ignore me. Dear, I'd appreciate it if you acknowledged my attempts at wooing you."
"I'd appreciate it if you could finally fuck off." You finally spat out. "Now seriously: leave me alone before I make a scene."
"And why--"
"(Y/N). Who is this?"
You both snapped your heads up towards Haru standing behind you. Though he had his usual cheery smile, it didn't reach his eyes.
"Oh, are the two of you... acquainted?" The weirdo cradled his head into his hand.
"Yes. We are." Haru sat beside you, placing his food and drink down. "I was just getting our order."
"Oh, my apologies..." He smirked, glancing over at you one last time. "Well then, I shall be off."
With that, he stood up and smoothed the front of his coat before he walked off, disappearing into the crowd.
"(Y/N), are you okay?" Haru asked as soon as he was gone.
"Yep." You responded.
"H-he didn't..." He held your hand tighter. "H-he didn't hurt or touch you, did he?"
"Nope. But I was considering smashing his face into the table."
"Are you sure?" He leaned in, pressing his lips together.
"Yes." You growled, looking over to the flock of women and the roses that they had on person.
"(Y/N)? What is it?" Haru asked.
"Those roses..."
"What's up with them?"
"I think those are the same ones he gave me the other day?"
"W-what?" Haru stuttered, clenching his drink tighter. "(Y/N)? What happened? Be honest with me here. Did he hurt or touch you in any way, shape, form, or manner? What's with the rose that he gave you?"
"No, he didn't touch or hurt me at all." You repeated more firmly. "As for the rose, you know how that gas station is a magnet for all kinds of strangers and freaks. So, fucking Casanova here strolls his ass in, gave me a rose, and then I threw it away as soon as he was gone."
He breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing his shoulders. "A-anyways... do you need me to walk you back to your car?"
"No. I'm good."
"Are you certain? I don't feel too well about you being alone in the parking lot given what happened."
"Haru. I'm absolutely fucking positive."
His shoulders clenched up as he was about to protest once again, but thought better of it and instead gave a short nod. "Of course... Just text me when you get home, alright?"
"When the hell did you ever get my number?"
"We shared same of the same classes in university, remember?" Haru's lips pursed in confusion. "We even had a few group projects and had to exchange numbers."
"Oh. Right." You flatly responded. "I forgot that."
He smiled softly. "Just let me know when you get home safe, okay?"
"Yeah, sure." You grunted.
"Good, good." He closed his eyes, tucking a lock of his black hair behind his ear and revealed the assortment of piercings while he took a long sip of his latte.
"Haru."
"Hm?" He looked up.
"I want to resume reading."
It took him a few moments to realize what you were saying before his cheeks heated up. "O-oh! Sorry! I'll get going! J-just text me when you get home, okay?" With that, he jumped out of his chair-- nearly spilling his drink all over himself in the process and quickly walked off.
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Back at home, a boiling anger sat in Haru's chest as he paced back and forth in his living room. His teeth clenched and his muscles coiled at the still recent memory of you being approached by him. Of that smug, stupid smirk on his face. Of how he looked at you the same way a wolf does to a lamb. Of how you were so close to being--
Haru's fists balled further, nails breaking through skin and left behind small cuts. "I-I am going to fucking destroy that parasite!"
His veins felt like fire coursing through them, increasingly more and more violent thoughts flooded his brain. That he was so close to losing you, knowing that pig was so close to harming you. To breaking you. To turning you into another one of his thralls. To doing so many other horrible things that made Haru's stomach churn with rage and dread.
A low, bestial growl rumbled from the back of Haru's throat as the memory of Erolaune being within arm's reach of you. I'll make him choke on his own blood and make him cry for mercy I'll tear off his arms and legs while he's still conscious I'll rip out his fucking entrails and strangle him with it I'll rip out his eyes and teeth with my own bare fucking hands I'll make that bastard scream like the disgusting fat fucking pig that he is and make him wish he'd--
Haru jolted out of his bloodlust upon feeling his phone vibrate. He pulled out out and saw a text message from you that simply read:
At home
He exhaled through his nostrils and closed his eyes. Good, at least she's safe...
When he calmed down enough, he sent you a quick text of a thumbs up emoji before placing his phone on the coffee table. He plopped down on the couch, crossing one leg over the other with his forehead resting against his fingers. ...For now...
"He's really gotten under your skin, huh?" Sparkle commented, looking up from his pain au chocolat.
Haru ignored him and dragged out a long breath through his mouth. Though there was still remaining tension in his shoulders, it was more a numbness versus the raging burn that it previously was.
"I'm gonna get some fresh air to clear my mind." He walked over towards the balcony and opened its door.
"Guess that answers my question," the winged-rabbit shrugged and resumed eating.
Wind rustled through Haru's hair while he leaned against the railing and looked at the city below; at all of the countless people continuing on with their day. From the families entering nearby museums, the joggers in neon sportswear darting through the sidewalks, the couples strolling through the park, the businessmen eating company lunches at restaurants' outside seating. All oblivious to the greater threat at large.
"(Y/N)..." Haru whispered, his knuckles taut around the railing. "I won't let anyone or anything hurt you... I promise you that."

















