Wisteria

2 - The Special (On the Menu)

Now, picking off from where we were last- Where were we? Oh yes. Yasuo being a complete idiot.

Yasuo had been dragged out by the guards, along with the other soon-to-be-meals. Unluckily for Yasuo, he was dragged into a caged van. The inside was cold and wet, almost as if it were a freezer. There was a faint stench of rotting meat and blood swallowing the van, yet none dared to complain in case they became food on the spot.

So as Yasuo slipped into the van, he began to rethink his life. But everything was going okay. Everything will always be okay. After all, why would anyone want him dead? He was too precious to give away! Yasuo's eyes violently twitched as he reassured himself of his stupid decisions.

The door slammed shut as all the pre-prepared meals were shoved into the van. Yasuo quietly closed his eyes, burying his head into the person's shoulder next to him. The next thing Yasuo felt was his head hitting the back of the van, his body following the other. Leave people alone, man.

Yasuo couldn't help it, but he still managed to fall asleep.

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Yasuo woke up to the bitter cold biting his face and neck. If his thin uniform wasn't enough, the chains on his neck and wrists didn't help. Yasuo groaned as he pushed himself up, brushing the dirt off his face. He clasped his hands together, rubbing them in hopes of getting warmer. A massive, orange light was shining on him for some reason.

Yasuo squinted at the orange light, only to turn his head away. That was so much brighter than the industrial lighting he was used to. Instead, his attention turned to the floor he was standing on. It was unbelievably smooth and shiny, adorned with patterns. What he was standing on was marble. Polished marble.

He had only heard about marble, never seen it. Whenever his parents would tell him stories of the old, they would always mention how palaces were made of strong stone and decorated with marble and gold.

And that's where he was right now.

Strong, limestone arches supported the roof while golden chandeliers hung under the points. Beautiful, traditional paintings hung between the gaps of the arches on the wall, alongside a guard under each painting. The roof was made of iridescent glass, shining the blinding orange light. On the back wall sat a massive stained-glass window, radiating colourful light on a demon.

This demon was shockingly different from the grungy, bored ones Yasuo had ever seen. He was... elegant for some reason. His long, shiny golden hair was tied up into a neat half-bun and his skin was so white he looked like a clean sheet of paper. He was tall and his limbs were exceptionally long, just like that barely visible smile of his under that hair. He was beautiful, yes, but something about him felt... different.

It took Yasuo a second to realise that the demon he was staring at had its back turned. Why on EARTH does it have a mouth on the back of its head?! Yasuo screeched inside his head. It felt anatomically wrong, just like everything else in this room.

"Next." The demon called. Watching it talk through the back of its head disturbed him. Yasuo was forcefully dragged forward, the chains digging into the back of his flesh. "Ow! Stop!" Yasuo gagged at the ignorant guard.

As Yasuo was thrown to the floor, he groaned in pain. A hand grabbed his hair and yanked his head back, forcing him to look up at the demon. Yasuo didn't dare to swallow as he watched the demon slowly turn around. He couldn't help but be stunned by the outfit this one was wearing, as he was wearing something a wealthy man in the late 1700s would wear (I do not know, nor do I care to know the name of that outfit).