Just a KokuDou story-

Chapter 2

I LOVE THIS PICTURE THAT I FOUND, Credits to the artist!

Also sorry it's been a few days, again I did say updates would be slow and since school is starting in a few days its probably going to get worse, anyways, enjoy!

Douma:

The sexy man was the definition of 'Bad Boy'- long, black/reddish-purple hair in a high ponytail (how many hair bands does he use-) A fancy looking black suit with a purple-black checkered tie, and he was tall like, very tall. Taller than himself, certainly, by a least an inch or two.

"If your done... staring... we can get on with what's necessary." Douma recognized the voice as the one speaking when he was captured, Mr. Mystery was diffidently muscular enough to hold him down. "Your the one who grabbed me! Who are you, where am I!" Douma tried to look menacing, but it clearly didn't work since the man just gave a slow sigh and began to walk further into Mystery house. "My name is Kokushibo... that is all you need to know at the moment... hurry up."

The blonde blinked a few times as he watched Kokushibo walk into one of the tall doors branching off the room. He hurried after him as not to be left behind

After entering, the blonde looked around. There was a long table, with a large throne looking thing at the end. around the table sat about seven people, all looking at him. The sexy man he knew now as Kokushibo, walked to the end of the room, not quite to the throne, but to the closest chair to it. The people in the room began to talk quietly among themselves. He took note of the small silver plates fixed to the table marking each person. He could only see a few of the names. Douma took note of a white-haired girl talking rather loudly about him. Her plate red 'Daki'. A boy next to her, with a strange bubbly mark across his face was seated in front of the plate that said 'Gyutaro' . Then, on the other side of the table there were two more people, one white dark hair and stripes on his face, and another with purple-pink hair and green lips. He couldn't make out their names, nor any of the three people, besides Kokushibo beyond them. Douma considered making a run for it, however he knew he wasn't very athletic and there was a good chance that one of the people in here would catch him. Not worth betting his life over. 

He was about to speak up when another person entered the room, using a door he hadn't noticed before. A hush fell over the small crowd. The man had black hair, slightly curled at the front. His eyes were a startling bright red with dark slits down the middle like a predator's. His whole presence radiated power and strength. He sat down on the throne and glared down at the extremely uncomfortable Douma, who was standing there rather awkwardly.

"Your name is Douma, correct?" The man asked him, his voice giving the impression that he was in a foul mood. "Uh- Yes, Douma Hashibira, may I ask why I was taken here?" He tried to sound as calm and unbothered as possible. The red-eyed man gave a small chuckle. "My name is Muzan Kibutsuji, your scumbag parents have been robbing me of a part of my wealth for years to fund the little religion they want to start, because of you." He paused for a moment. "Quite rude if I do say so. Anyway, I wanted to take something of theirs to see how they like being robbed of things that cannot be returned. You will also be giving me information about them, descriptions, addresses, any important events they might be attending soon. If you don't I will kill you." Douma thought it best to keep quiet about the fact that money can be returned, as he fancied keeping his head. 

Things were looking grim for Douma.

I'm sorry this took to long to write! I had to write this over like a week because I had no motivation. Hope you enjoyed!