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" UNFAIRNESS, DISGUST "
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CRASH
A hard sound could be heard among the peaceful cries of (m/n) and douma's disgusting smile
There laid (m/n), completely bare of any clothes, his hands being held up by douma, his hands struggles between the harsh grip the silvernette hold
(M/n)'s eyes held hatred, a bitter taste started to flood his tounge, his brows furrowed as he glares at douma
Douma's ears perked up at the loud crash, his smile widening as he lets go of (m/n), the male tries to cover himself up and backs away as far and as fast as he could from the upper 2
Douma's eyes squinted in bitterness at the new uninvited, unwanted, unneeded, arrival
"Why hello there uppermoon 1!"
( ❄️ )
Mitsuri finds herself crouching down on the cold tatami floor, her soft sobs becoming louder and louder
There, a snowflake hairpin in her arms, hugged firmly to her chest, trying to get any pinch of comfort from the old acessory
Her breathing labored, as if the love breathing technique she used took its own toll and firedback at her
Her mane spawrled on the floor, pink and green hair everywhere
She's having a panick attack
Her cries of agony echoed throughout the love estate, yet no-one came to her aids
Poor girl, she just wanted her husband back.
Oh?
Husband?
Ah...
( ❄️ )
Kokushibou stood firmly, his eyes bored into fruity ones- i mean, colourful ones, katana gripped, position steady, jaw clenched, anger could be felt.
The atmosphere is tense, douma only covered his mischevious smile behind the golden rims of his fans, head tilted, whilist (m/n) sat unmovingly.
The (smaller/taller) man behind them stared in shock, recognizing the man he met in the waterfalls, he crawled silently away, eyes widening in horror
( 🌸 )
"Michikatsu-san... why are you here?"
"Am i not supposed to be?"
The sounds of waterfall riffles behind them, crickets sudenly silent, (m/n)'s hand pressed against his nude body, trying ti protect himself from the demon's gaze.
"here"
The demon covered the man with his outwear, leaving a cream coloured yukatta seen, he faced away, his numbered eyes holds an unknown emotion, his pale face beet red, unseen by the dark sky.
"It's cold, get dressed soon"
Kokushibo suddenly pulls (m/n) close, dominant hand on his hips, his eyes squinted slightly in sadness, he holds the man closed, relishing the moment for he know he might wont experience again.
"Michikatsu, get off of me-"
Kokushibo stayed silent, before his lips came in contact with another, tears in his eyes despite not being a human with emotions.
"I'm sorry"
( ❄️ )
CRASH!
"Mou kokushibo-dono! Your skills are not as painful! Don't tell me you're getting rusty now! You're not weakening arent you?~"
(M/n) snapped out of his trance, knowing those words had done it. He pushed the upper one's buttons, the kinoe scrambled to crawl away, both demons oblivious to the sound of them trying to end eachother to acknowledge the man
Before (m/n) couls run properly, he fell, his ankles havent recovered yet, before a pair of arms caught him
"Did i make you wait?"
(M/n) didn't know wheter to feel relieved or be terrified.
( ❄️ )
"Is that all? We're just going to sit here and WAIT? WHILE (L/N) IS OUT THERE IN GOD KNOWS WHERE?! THIS IS BULLSHIT!"
The wind pillar screamed furiously, his violet hue full of anger, hatred, and sadness
"Calm down shinazugaw-"
"SHUT UP-"
"What you feel is irrelevant to how I feel anyways!"
Sanemi's head snapped to fast he almost broke his neck, fists tightening, his veins looks like its about to pop, jaw clenched.
"After all.."
The girl smiled, her usual sweet tone used, but it sounds too sickeningly sweet, her hands cupped to her face as she giggled
The other hashiras glared at her in hatred, knowing full well her position to the man they adore
"I am his beloved husband, and you all are nothing"
"You mean you WERE, and then you decide to die, you're not his husband anymore and you know that"
Kanroji glared at tomioka, kochou's smile tightened in satisfaction, yet she wished she was the one to say that instead of the man
"Tch, this is stupid, i'm finding (m/n) on my own"
Muichiro went on his way, and on cue, so did obanai, somewhere in either these people, one is aware.
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