𝙏𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝘿𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙏𝙤 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

[Warning: Blood sucking, groans]

The [h/c] nette widened his eyes and looked away. He chewed the inside of his cheek, the saliva carried the blood outside of his lips and slipped out between his hands.

Muichiro looked deeply into the [e/c] eyes; he walks closer to (Y/n) and grabbed his arms.

[Muichiro] "Don't hesitate."

The stoic boy pulled his hands away from his lips knocking down veil hat the covered the boy's features.

[Y/n] "Stop....Stop it...."

The boy shook his head as tears streamed down his eyes.

[Y/n] "I don't want...to...hurt you again...."

The stoic boy wiped the tears that streamed down the boy's face down to his chin. He didn't like the tears that overflowed his adorable face.  But this some how familiar in a way he couldn't describe.

[Muichiro] "Eat"

He proceeded to take out a knife, but before he could even cut himself he was stopped with a trembling hand.

Muichiro widened his eyes when he felt a sharp pain on his neck. He clenched his hand into a fist and the other on the feasting demons shoulder.

He sighed, grunted and groaned a little at the small sucks the demon gave to attain more droplets of blood. He covered his mouth and gripped [y/n] shoulder tighter.

It wasn't to long after until the boy pulled out his fangs and leaned on Muichiro for support. Muichiro nudged the boy, who didn't respond.

He sighed deeply, rubbing his temple tiredly before carrying the boy to his bed room. He set the boy on his bed and rubbed his still fresh bite.

[Muichiro] "Ouch..."

He grumbled under his breath and before leaving the room, stared at the [h/c] ette who snored softly.

Entranced, the ocean eyed boy slowly walked closer to the boy. He leaned down and  pecked his blushed lips before quickly pulling away. He swiftly walked out the room without any noise.

He sat infront of his table and began writing before he could forget this moment. It was his secret....and his secret alone, that he would remember forever....

In which he later fell asleep doing.

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Whispers and mumbled were heard. The accident.....the fire...the boy who had gottened his legs severed...

The boy sat there with dull lifeless eyes. It was suffociating, and there infront of him stood his father.

"It's useless he's crippled..."

His father whispered with the others who responded with hushed whispers that was not easily heard.

"He won't be able to take after his father...."

"Poor boy...."

It was all he heard after his accident. He couldn't walk, he couldn't dance any more. Before he could put his head through the noose, he came back....it was him that changed his everything....him, that he is a demon....him that he could no longer love the same again...

                           Muzan....

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