𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 DoumaxReaderxAkaza

8

After the bloodbath at Douma's, he escorted you back to Akaza's dojo.

He stopped in front of the sign that confirmed it was Akaza's place and turned to you.

You started, "You know even though we're both disgusting, human-eating scum. Who have to live with these sins until we eventually perish at the hands of the sun or a demon slayer, you make it oddly exceptional."

He laughed turning to you, his face was puzzled yet happy with what you said.

He chuckled, "I'll have to leave you here, Lord Akaza doesn't like when I'm near. Don't die I enjoy this."

Enjoy? A demon with no soul enjoys me?

Your eyes widened at his words, shrugging it off as you waved goodbye and walked towards the dojo.

You walked inside back to the room where you'd gotten the living hell beaten out of you.

He wasn't there.

You sighed, walking around examining this room for the hundredth time.

Demons don't need sleep, we're up all the time.

No wonder Douma likes making friends, being a demon is boring as shit.

You walked out going back outside, there was more of the dojo you had yet to explore. But you didn't care to look. You came here for one thing and one thing only.

You suddenly felt a presence behind you.

You were about to turn when you felt your head being chopped off, not by a sword but by a hand.

My head fell to the floor, my eyes trying to look at what had cut off my head.

It wasn't a nichirin sword so you were fine. Your head fell to the floor, you looked up. Not surprised seeing Akaza there with the same unpleasant look he'd given you hours before.

"You seem stronger, but not strong enough to beat me." He scoffed.

Your head quickly regenerated, your old head disintegrated. You quickly turned to him, angered at his sudden attack.

"Yes, I am stronger now but do you know how disrespectful it is to sneak up on someone like that?" You retorted.

His eyes widened.

"If you'd cut my neck any lower," I grabbed onto the small collar that connected my outfit. "If you'd cut this off my entire body would've been exposed! That's disrespectful, especially because your someone I wouldn't take for a pervert!" You yelled.

His face turned from shock to disgust.

"I wasn't- what the hell?" He said.

"Do you have any idea how long it took to make this outfit? No, you don't." You yelled.

"Your getting way too cocky." He grabbed your neck, lifting you as you choked.

"I don't usually harm women or children, a rule I live by. You, however, are neither. You allowed me to hit you. You are no longer a woman in my eyes. Never EVER. Insult your superior like that. Got it?" He let go of you as you fell to the ground.

You nodded trying to catch your breath, a couple of coughs came out. 

"How many humans did you eat tonight?" He asked.

You coughed some more trying to breathe correctly, you stood back up. Looking at him.

You responded, "5".

He was surprised at the number of humans you ate in a mere three hours.

"Not bad lower rank. Maybe you might just make the cut." He smirked.

You felt your heart flutter, his praise made you smile.

What the fuck was that feeling?

You shrugged it off, "I'm lower rank 2, once I get as strong as you or Lord Douma I'll be unstoppable."

He cocked his head, surprised that you'd mentioned Douma.

"That runt?" He scoffed again.

Your eyebrows furrowed, you didn't know why his comment offended you. Especially because it wasn't about you.

You snapped at him. "He's very nice."

Why the hell am I defending Douma? He is a runt. A horny one at that.

His eyes widened, he laughed. "Surprised you out of all people would defend him. Maybe you aren't as strong as you say."

He's just trying to get under your skin.

You rolled your eyes, you went to walk past him when he grabbed your wrist. You looked up at him annoyed.

"What do you want?" You asked.

"You're the one who wanted to get stronger. And I could use a punching bag."

Your blood boiled at his words, YOU a punching bag for him?

You used your free hand and punched him with all your strength.

He didn't fall however, all he did was stumble.

You felt his body behind yours.

He whispered into your ear. "Don't you ever think in a million years that I'll be beaten by someone as powerless as you."

You felt his hand gave you a small push,

that small push sent you flying.

You came to, not far from the dojo. He'd pushed you this far with just a slight tap?

You'd never been more embarrassed until now. Your punch which took all your strength couldn't be compared to his light tap that sent you into the air.

Before you noticed it, he stood before you.

Before he could make his next move his eyes widened.

Akaza's face was a couple more tints pink.

He was looking at you but not your face.

You raised an eyebrow.

You looked down, noticing the upper part of your dress had been ripped.

His tiny push did all of that damage?!

Not only were your clothes ripped but your body was exposed.

You quickly got up and covered your breasts with your arms. You had already turned so Akaza wouldn't see look.

You felt something being put onto you.

Is it a sweater? No, it's a bit too small...

You turned, the "sweater" falling onto the floor. You noticed it was Akaza's cardigan. You picked it up, and looked at him, he was turned around not even looking at you.

Did he seriously just give me his cardigan?

You didn't care for why as you slipped it into a position where your skin wouldn't be exposed.

There was silence between you two.

You tapped on his shoulders, he turned to you.

His chest was now fully exposed, more exposed than it usually was.

You got a good glimpse at his chiseled abs. The marks on his body decorated them.

Holy shit.

You shook your head and looked back up at him. He gave you a disgusted glare knowing what your eyes were focused on.

He probably thinks I'm a damn pervert or something.

He hadn't said anything, you got the guts to, clearing your throat before speaking.

"Thank you."