The Death Trap of Beauty || Muzan x Unrequited!OC (DISCONTINUED)

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    "My cloak?"

    "Here, ma'am."

    "And my pouch?"

    "It's here as well, ma'am."

    It was 5pm, and the sun was setting. The banquet had gone surprisingly smoothly after that man's interference. Although as soon as the meal was over, she had excused herself and left to go prepare for her mission. It seemed to be a rather simple one, but she wanted to get a head start and finish it quickly. The sooner she could stop taking orders from him, the better.

    She turned around, glaring at the poor demon servant who she had summoned to assist her. Under normal circumstances, she would've preferred to do all the work herself, but as she knew it would please him, she decided to try acting similarly to him. She needed him to be completely unsuspecting of her, even though she had no plans on how to get rid of him at the moment, one thing was clear to her.

    One day, she would put an end to his existence. No matter what the cost.

*****

    The moment the sun had fully submerged, she was immediately out and about, not wanting to stay confined indoors any longer. A chilly breeze swept through the woods, filling the area with the lovely refreshing scent of winter snow.

    She had neglected to disguise herself, after all, white and black hair aside, she looked relatively human to those who knew no better. Even so, she had decided to pack her cloak with her, in case she needed to blend in even further.

    Walking through the forest, she looked down at the parchment which contained the details of her mission once more. It seemed relatively simple. All she had to do was kill a family living in the mountains. She had no idea why he wanted them dead, maybe their family had angered him somehow? But from the looks of it, they were quite poor, living in a wooden house in the middle of a mountain.

    Deciding to not question it, she folded the parchment and folded it into her pouch. No matter what she thought of him, the one thing she had learned from her time whilst living with him, was that he always had his reasons.

    The mountain was about a day or two’s trip away, providing she didn’t use demonic speed. However, she preferred to travel as slow as possible, using the chance as an opportunity to get a breath of fresh air, mingle with humans, pretending that she was one of them once more.

    Rustle.

    She was being followed.

    She continued walking, pretending not to have noticed. She could sense a figure, about 4, 5 feet away, tailing her. A male figure, perhaps?

    “Did he send you to watch over me? Or did you really have nothing better to do?” She asked, halting, as she turned around slowly. The figure in the bush paused, hesitating, obviously surprised that he’d been caught.

    A sigh echoed through the clearing, and out stepped the pinkette, Upper Rank Three. What was his name again? Aza? She couldn’t quite recall.

    Whatever his name was, he was delaying her.

    He crossed his arms and stared at her. "I was.. curious. I imagine everyone is, as well. Why would Master allow you to live? You give off no special aura, you seem weak, and as far as I'm concerned, you have no use for him."

    He had struck a nerve.

    She clenched her fists, before releasing them and looking away. "That's for me to know and you to mind your own business." She said, turning her eyes back to the path ahead of her, and walked off.

    Behind her, she sensed the male looking at her, calculating his next move. Finally, he too turned away and left, the bushes rustling in his wake.

     A thousand thoughts ran through her mind the moment he was gone. He was right.. Why am I still alive? Am I just someone he finds amusing? Some puppet to control on a string? She wrapped her cloak tightly around her, and continued on her way, deciding to think about this later. A small village should be just a mere few miles away. Best hurry before the sun came up.

    The chilly wind pierced through her pale skin as the night grew colder; it felt like a bucket of icy water was thrown onto her, however, she did not flinch.

    A singular word echoed through her mind.

    Why?

*****

     Far away, in the streets of Asakusa, a young looking boy examined his surroundings cautiously. There was really no need to, but he couldn't help it. It was an instinct he'd picked up, after all.

    "Psst, oi! Over here!"

    A voice beckoned to him from the alleyway. Squinting about nervously, he stepped forward and let himself be consumed by the darkness of the alley.

    "Do you have what I asked for?" His voice was surprisingly clear and firm; he had abandoned his 'nervous young boy' front.

    The other figure in the dark nodded. "Five bags full. Managed to acquire it from the hospital. Legally." He added as an afterthought. Fumbling around, he reached into his pack and pulled out a small duffel bag. "I trust it will suffice for a month or two?"

    The boy nodded. "It should be more than enough. Thank you. Your payment." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pouch full of coins, then dropped it into the other's waiting hands.

    Grinning, the man quickly pocketed the pouch in his kimono. "Until we meet again, kid." He said, then left him standing in the dark alone.

    The boy bristled. Kid. As if he was some fifteen year old. Honestly, the stupidity and ignorance of people annoyed him to no end.

    He sighed and walked away. Time to return home. He couldn't leave her waiting all alone after all.