To The Death

3 [reboot]

[ Poor excuse of a filler, I will update more soon but due to my school year ending soon and exams coming up, I need some time to focus on that and then the summer I will return and write more :) ]

"Akaza.. you do realize you sound absolutely insane? And that's coming from me of all demons." Douma said, his nails tapping lightly against the wooden table.

"I sound insane? Yeah fucking right, me wanting to kill this human for my own pleasures on whether hes weak or not makes me sound insane? Let's talk about your fucking head collection you beast." The pink haired man snarled, his fangs showing as he grew obviously angrier by the second.

"Now, now, puppy dog Akaza, no need to judge my lovely, beautiful little heads. They will take offense to that!"

"I dont care!"

"Well you should!"

"Well I dont!"

"You two sound like children please, shut up." A much deeper voice almost roared, Kokushibo glared at the both of them. He had started to get easily irritated with them both, though, being with the two overly aggressive men for four months over time mustve drove him insane by now and he was hanging on by a thin string that was tearing slowly.

The both of them shut up rather quickly, deciding they mutually did not wanna fight Kokushibo, especially with his rank basically being Muzan's lapdog.

"Akaza. He says its time." A smaller voice could be heard from a corner, easily being recognized as one of the lower ranks.

"About time. Good bye asshats, don't miss me too much." Akaza spoke sarcastically as he rose from his seat, hearing Douna chuckle and Kokushibo remained quiet.

"You're so annoying! Like a child!"

"Yeah yeah, shut up, see ya." He spoke grimly as he walked away from the two sugary scented demons, his hands placed at his sides as he gracefully walked through the long halls and weird architecture Muzan called "art of a city" which made absolutely no sense now that Akaza was thinking into it. He glanced around seeing if Muzan was going to see him off and warn him of the consequences of failing his job, but nobody was to be seen.

He continued walking, never stopping to see if someoje truly had been waiting. He had somewhere to be and from his knowledge, his favorite person [whom he had meant once] was going to be there.

Enmu shouldve been already causing chaos if things were to be going to plan. Akaza would make sure everything went with their plans.

The adrenaline eventually took over, the pure excitement of fighting someone so strong was making Akaza bounce in his step. He soon began running, he wanted to experience it now and he demanded for the feeling of relief he got seeing his enemies life slip right out of them before he got to devour them. Kyoujurou would be a fine meal.

Akaza continued running, though after he thought of eating and killing Kyoujurou himself his mood seemed to slip. He loved killing the people who thought they were stronger than him, but something about harming the flame haired man made him sour down and become almost mad at himself.

The pink haired man shook his head, regaining focus, moving even faster than before to reach the train. There was always something harming his emotions.

Between her and Kyoujurou, he truly was waiting for his own personal relief called death that was bound to come within time.

He could only beg it was fast and painless so he could go home.

Akaza saw the steam from the now ruined train, his fun began soon and he was buzzing from the excitement once again. He didnt need to think about anyone right now, his focus was to help Enmu kill all of these people whom believed were stronger than everyone else cause they wielded a blade with a power they could harm themselves with. Pitiful humans.

From where he stood in the distance he could tell Enmu was trying hard to kill them all at the same time, as well as those on the train. The man had Muzan's blood so he was not surprised that he was trying hard to impress him. Akaza was sure Enmu would not make it out of here at the rate he was going at.

There were a lot of vicious yells and obviously pained individuals, Akaza was surprised enough.

He could smell the scent of what he would think sunshine smelt like and he grinned. His teeth showing as he almost leaned into the smell, absolutely in love with how it smelt. He wanted to touch it and lay down to fall asleep with it. He thought it would feel warm if it had been a feeling rather a scent. He wished he could feel the warmth of that sunshine without harming himself in the process, he truly did miss that.

Akaza only knew of a single person whom smelt like sunshine himself.

"Kyoujurou, we meet again."