Taken (muzan x reader)

3. Muzan

           (This chapter is in the pov of muzan)

Living in Tokyo, you saw a lot of people every day, and rarely does someone catch your eye. That day however, someone did. Not someone you'd expect.

I was walking down the streets inspecting the contents of a booth, when I smelled something intriguing.

I followed the scent until I came across a family. A man, his wife and two small children. The man appeared to be a hashira. I backed off into the crowd, still with a view of the family, but from afar, so I wouldn't draw attention to myself.

Which one was it? One of them was giving off a scent, but who? The woman? No she smelled heavily of perfume. Her husband, the hashira smelled strongly of a spice cologne. The boy standing beside his father didn't give off any specific scent. His parents overshadowed his own.

The girl. She looked about 5 years old and stood behind her parents, holding onto her mother's hand while they inspected the booths. She looked up to the sky with her bright e/c eyes. The sunlight shining upon her s/c skin, making it glow.

How innocent. Too bad she has to be made into a meal.

I saw her slip her hand away from her mother's. She started to walk, absentmindedly away, down the road. I watched her as she made her way slowly over to a booth that sold flowers. The owner was too busy to notice her and offer his services. She let her eyes run over all the flowers until I noticed her eyes trained on one specific type. Pansies. How interesting. It was probably one of the least flashy ones there and yet she couldn't take her eyes off it.

I walked over to her with my hands in my pocket. Her aroma was so tempting, it was hard to keep a handle on my hunger. I stood beside her and picked a pansy from the booth and paid for it quickly before bending over and offering it to the little girl.

I saw her big e/c eyes keeping a close watch on me. She glanced from my eyes to the flower in my hand. After a slight hesitation, she took it. She marvelled at its colours.

"Thank you" She said in her sweet little voice.

"You're very welcome, but why that one? Wouldn't you have liked a bigger flower? A prettier one? Or maybe one to impress others?"

"This one is no different from the others."

She told me.

"It's smaller and not as flashy as the other ones, but that's what I like about it. It's beautiful without needing to be the best."

"Hmm...how insightful" I chuckled. This little girl was intelligent.

"And how old are you?" I inquired.

"My parents said I shouldn't talk to strangers."

"Well in that case. I'm Muzan." I offered my hand to her and after looking at it skeptically, she shook it.

"Can I tell you a secret." She nodded and I crouched down to her level. I moved my head close to hers and whispered in her ear.

"I'm over 900 years old."

She giggled and flashed a smile of brilliant little teeth at me.

"I'm y/n and i'm 5."

This time she offered her hand to me and we shook.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Muzan. Now we're friends."

"Yes" I laughed "Yes we are"