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Author's Note:
Halloween Chapter!
Continuation the Nao×Soma chapter!
Takes place year after!
Only Hers.
Step 1. Take the Son of the Devil.
Step 2. Add the Boiling Witch.
Step 3. Do NOT, under any circumstances, add other female ingredients!
Step 4. If you did, no need to panic. The Witch will just eliminate them from the dish.
The Halloween was approaching. The magic of pumpkins, costumes and sweet treats was coming closer and closer! But in a certain academy, the recent events were proving that the rumours about dark powers of this holiday were mnore than real.
For the last two weeks, something was haunting the lives of Tootsuki students. And this was not the constant fear of expulsion or the demolition at the hands of the infamous God's Tongue.
No.
It was the Curse... which apparently targeted mostly female students.
Tadokoro's fish came alive during cooking!
Ryoko's rice juice almost glued her lips with the bottle!
Yoshino's pets broke out and ran away!
Urara has got some strange case of acne!
Ikumi's bra fell off during Shokugeki!
But why only them? As the time progressed, students started noticing one common thing between all the accidents. All the girls have been spending quite the time with a certain hot-headed boy. Ever since the realization, numerous students (both male and female) started avoiding Yukihira. And Eizan ripped some cash by selling the expensive charms against the cursed guy.
But there were those, who didn't believe in this story. They were the ones who tried to break this case wide open. Isshiki Satoshi, as the 2nd year student, was appointed the leader of the small group. Standing in his peach orange apron and it only, he looked at the photos from the crime scenes. At first glance, everything looked like an accident. But something was telling him it was not.
"What is it...?" He whispered, looking closer at the empty bottle of rice juice from his fellow resident. There, hardly visible, on the neck was one single hair string stuck. Raven black. "Hm..."
He started looking through the other clues and photos. The lock on the cage was seemingly untouched, but several parts of it were seemjngly melted. The sample of skin from Urara's face showed nothing unusual except for the presence of some harfmless ink or something akin to it. The fish from Tadokoro, now dead, had several traces of sun and heat exposure. Was someone trying to make it look dead?
Melting.
Ink.
Working with odours.
Curses.
"Oh my god..." The 3rd seat whispered ad he started putting pieces together. He took the photo from the list of the suspects. Now it all made sense. "I must warn Yukihira-kun-"
The thunder roared. For a second, in the light of the lightning from the outside, the sillhouette with glowing red eyes manifested itself behind Satoshi's back. He turned around to see het. His eyes widened in pure shock and fear. Her hands reached out for him with the malevolent glow in the eyes.
"AAAAAAAAAH!" The whole building was filled with the screams of Isshiki.
As the thunder stopped, the corridors were filled with the sounds of steps. His fellow investigators barged into the room, hoping their leader was fine. What they saw, however, made their blood turn cold and faces lose all the colour.
Marui fainted from shock.
Aoki and Sato did their best trying not to break into tears.
Ibusaki, forever calm and unwinded, had the expression of pure shock.
"No..."
"It is impossible! It has to be a prank!"
"Wh-What... Who... Wh-Who could do this?!"
The other residents, minus Soma, entered the room. All they saw were the guys, with tears streaming down their faces, sitting on their knees near the figure under the white bedsheet. Still sleepy ans somewhat exhausted both morally and physically from the last events, the girls looked at the guys, not fully able to process the image.
"What happened here?"
"Isshiki-senpai..." Aoki sniffed. "H-He... Oh, I can't say that!"
"Please, don't tell us that he is..." Yoshino gulped, too terrified by her own thoughts.
"He is..." Marui whispered, too shaken to even look up.
All three girls fell on their knees.
"Isshiki-senpai..." Ibusaki removed the blank and revealed their senpai. Lying on the ground was the infamous exhibitionist. Ibusaki gulped. "...is fully clothed."
The dorm once more got filled with screaming of horror. On the wall in front of them the shards of his favourite peach orange apron formed the writing.
SsTaAyyy AwWWaY!
Yukihira Soma, now the most feared due to the "curse" and still quite oblivious to his new reputation, was happily strollibg towards Nao's club. Today, they were going to have another disgusting dish showdown. Still, some kind of feeling (A/N: That's called self-preservation instinct.) was telling him not to.
But Soma would not be himself if he just followed it. Even when the corridor became all dark and strange blood-resembling stains were appearing on the walls, the son of Asura was just calmly walking towards the destination.
The door opened, revealing the room with dull blood red light inside. Rose petals, no tables or chairs. Everything looked like some kind of sacrificial place. Yukihira just turned around only to have the door slam. He tried to open it but to no avail. He broke into slight cold sweat, not being a big fan of darkness. Suddenly, he felt someone's gentle and yet strong hands warp around his waist from behind.
"Gaaah!" Soma exclaimed in panic. You have to admit that you would scream even louder in this situation! To his horror, the young chef found himself unable to get out of the unknown attacker's grip. In one swift movement, the person in the shadows turned him around and pressed him into the wall. the grip on his arms tightened and Yukihira instantly felt the hot breathing on his neck. The next moment the unknown pressed his... No, her soft lips againt his neck, lighting his cheeks up. "W-Who are you?!"
As if on the signal, the candles around lit up, illuminating the place with dull blood red light. Yukihira lost the focus for a few seconds, wondering how much reparation this person must have had to pull this off. And who could come up with this kind of thing? These red candles, dark space, rose petals and some strange sacrificial instruments... Wait a minute!
"Nao-chan?" He asked the hooded figure. The next moment the figure giggled silently, warping her gentle hands around the young man. With her hands wrapped around, Yukihira removed the hood from her head. Her face was pressed into his chest, she was mumbling something. While the fact that he was here with a friend (She was his friend, right?) gave him some relative relief, something in his head was telling the young man that he would be more comfortable with Subaru right now. "What are you doing here?"
"Do you know why you are here, Yukihira-san...?" She whispered, confusing the future chef. Didi she just ignore his question and ask one herself? She looked straight into his eyes, the aura of upcoming danger was surrounding her. Her blood red eyes glowed with the mixture of despair and malevolent desire. "Wasn't it your intention in the first place?"
"W-What kind of..."
"Exactly!" She cut him off excitedly. Nao's grin widened at how clueless her "beloved" looked right now. Always like this. Playing dense and hard to get, Yukihira reminded her of Erina in this part. It was just part of their small prelude... Or so Sadatsuka thought. "Always flirting with other girls right in front of my eyes... Laughing at their stupid jokes... Helping them with their small stupid problems... And all of that just to make me make the first step!"
Yukihira was sweating bullets by now. The whole scene was very similar to those in anime and manga when the hero was confessed to by yanderes. And from what he could remember, the guy rarely made it home safe and sound.
'But that was manga and this was real life, right? Moreover, it's not like she was confessing to me or something. She was just stating the fact that the presence of other girls was a little bit disturbing for her. So, I just need to...'
"You are mine, Soma!" She whispered, smiling with her palms cupping her cheeks. Her eyes flashed furiously as her facial features sharpened and she clenched her teeth in rage. "And there is no way I am letting those harlots take you away from me!"
'Oh, crap! She is into me!' Soma panicked. 'How did I not figure it out before?!'
"Wha-what are you talking about?" He asked carefully, seeing how she was sharpening the knife in her arms. Her eyes were locked on the photoes of nearly every girl he has EVER come in contact with. There were even the female judges, his former classmates, the girl he played with in kindergarden and many-many more. She turned around. The knife slipped out of her hand and stabbed the picture of the realtor woman he saw before enrolling in Tootsuki. In one swift movement, Nao drew the long list out of her sleeve and cleared her throat. "What is this thing?"
"You have talked to 25 girls this week." She pointed at him accusingly. "With ten of them, you laughed! With seventeen of them you have kept eye contact for more than five seconds! Yesterday at-"
Was she counting every female he was talking to? Soma tried to slowly approach the door in hopes of finally opening it.
"And finally... " Her voice held no emotion as she spoke. "...you HAVE FUCKING AGREED TO GO ON A DATE WITH SOME FUCKING BITCH?!"
Yukihira could swear that he heard the thunder strike. Indeed, he went on a small cooking date with that girl from his semi-finals. She was quite nice and also wanted to thank him for returning her prized knife... How could he know that by going to the movies and tasting a few recipes together he got himself into this kind of situation?
"I... I love you, Yukihira... It's really difficult to say this right in your face but I do... It's way more than a crush or obession with Erina-sama... I-I really need you..." She whispered. Her voice was calm and less menacing. However, her bangs were covering the right half of her face. Moving erratically back and forth, she was slowly approaching the young man. "And then I see you... Constantly talking to the other girls... You talk, laugh, eat and live with them... I..."
His heart was beating faster. His Self-Preservation Instinct was screaming to run, cry for help or take one of the candles and try to fight for his life. Somehow, all of the above seemed pretty logical for the current situation. As she was silently coming closer, Yukihira was backing away trying not to trip ober anything.
"Nao-chan!" He was cornered and had nothing to defend himself with. The cold sweat was running down his face as the aura of the girl was suffocating him with twice as much force as before. "Let's talk this through! I am pretty sure we can sort it out like normal people..."
That was rich from Yukihira Soma, who usually got into trouble before thinking of solution.
"All those girls out there..." She scowled, gritting her teeth. Her body was moving even more erratically. "... I will not let them... They will not... I will make you MINE first!"
Soma, who always thought of himself as quite brave young man, screamed like a girl as the Boling Witch launched at him with wild light in her eyes. Both students now were running in circles around the small room with Soma trying to make Nao come to her senses and Nao trying to lay him on the ground. And Soma was losing. By a lot.
"W-Wait!" He was on the groun, the knives pinning his clothes to the cold floor. Yukihira was finally pieceing together all those warnings his friends were trying to get through the thick skull of his. All those times they were showing him gesture signs or making him watch those yandere anime series. Everything was in one whole picture no. Why did he have to understand it so late? "N-Nao-chan! We still can solve it without trouble! Think about-"
"Oh, Soma-kun~" She purred, pretty happy to use his given name. She caressed his cheek lovingly. "Always caring about the others... Always... Too bad you often end up protecting OTHER GIRLS!"
Hm... When you think about it, Some really foten ended up with someone of the girls to get interest in him after his attempts to protect. After his fight with Ikumi, his Shokugeki with Shinomiya, Stagiaire with Hisako, Shokugeki against Alice... Wait!
'What am i thinking about?!' He scolded himself. 'I need to get out of here!'
"But that won't matter soon, Soma-kun~" She rubbed her arms expectantly. Soma gulped as she started slowly unbuttoning his shirtwith lustful look in her eyes. "Soon you will have nobody to think about but me~!"
His eye twictched and Soma gulped loudly before doing the bravest thing he has ever done.
Nao was momentally distracted when suddenly she found Yukihira pressing his lips against hers. The feelings of joy and satisfaction washed over her, breaking her concentration for a few moments while she was in sweet bliss. As the feeling slowly faded away, she looked down only to see her love interest gone! The keys in her pocket were nowhere to be seen too!
One after one, the tick marks appeared on her head. The blood was boling. The aura of murder wish was as powerful as the bomb explosion. Her body was shaking as if she was about to explode.
"Yukihira Soma..." She gritted through her teeth. Launging after him at the top of her speed, Nao's eyes were glowing like the devil's orbs with fire from the deepest parts of Hell itself. Her roar rang thoughout the whole school, mentally scarring some students for life as she rushed past them like the black beast with red eyes.
"... YOU WILL NOT GET AWAY FROM ME WITH JUST ONE KISS!"
Sitting in the small classroom, trying not breath too loud or even move, Yukihira was praying to any deity and god he could remember that she would not find him. He heard the screams of guys who told they didn't see him. He, or so he thought, heard Marui scream in high-pitch tone as he was thrown out of the window. Yukihira's shaking intensified. The sudden silence was now in this classroom. He hard no step or breathing, or screaming or running. Was he safe?
All of a sudden, the door to the classroom shut open as the figure in the doorway grinned happily. (In a creepy yet adorable yandere way). Next to her, with tears streaming down like two rivers, Kanichi Konishi was lifelessly lying with his pompadour clenched in her arm. Yukihira was just helplessly watching as Nao tossed away the 3rd year student away and approached him.
"...I am screwed, am not I?" Yukihira stated not asked.
And thus, the relationships between these two bloomed and would last for the rest of their school lives!
...
And maybe some more...
Happy Halloween!
Eat Sweets!
Mock in Costumes!
DON'T BUY CREEPY STUFF FROM CREEPY GUYS!
Watch out for Gingerbread people!
Happy Holidays!