Faithless (Muzan x Reader)

8

"I'm afraid that's not possible."

Muzan suddenly sprung up. Yoriichi was standing next to the door with a baseball bat.

"You-! When the hell did you-"

"You were so busy indulging in your thoughts that you didn't even hear me open the door." Yoriichi interrupted Muzan.

"Now let go of Y/N. Now."

Muzan clenched his fists, then slowly let go of me.

Yoriichi smiled.

"Good. Now leave."

Yoriichi positioned the baseball bat behind him.

"Or else."

As if he was being controlled, Muzan immediately ran out of the door in fear.

Yoriichi laughed.

"He has trauma from the baseball bat." He said.

He gently placed it against the wall, then walked over to me.

"I'm sorry, again." He said, pulling me into a hug.

"It's okay." I murmured, burying myself into the warmth of his shoulder.

He pulled away, then looked at Tanjiro. Both of them started tearing up.

"Tanjiro...it's been so long..." Yoriichi walked over to him and put his hand on his head.

"Yoriichi! I'm so glad you showed up, or else-"

"I know. I know." Yoriichi sighed.

He looked around the room.

"Where's everyone else?" He asked.

"They got scared of Muzan. Only me and Nezuko decided to stay." Tanjiro said.

"Nezuko isn't here." Yoriichi said.

"Huh? But she was here before...maybe she went off to find my parents." Tanjiro said.

"Possibly." Yoriichi said.

He paused.

"Hey, Tanjiro. I want to talk to Y/N in private. Are you fine with that?" He said.

"Oh, of course!" Tanjiro said. He walked into the other room, closing the door behind him.

Yoriichi approached me. He had a slight blush forming on his face.

"Y/N...there's something I..."

He turned around and took a deep breath.

"There's something I want to do with you."

I went over to him.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's...well..."

Yoriichi desperately tried to hide his face.

"Okay, how about this. How about I take you to my place?" Yoriichi said.

-

A few minutes later

"Here we are." Yoriichi said.

"Wow, Yoriichi! Your apartment looks so much better than before!" I exclaimed.

"Haha, yeah. I changed up the place quite a lot since the last time you came here." Yoriichi said.

I went from room to room, gazing in awe.

"Your bedroom is huge. And why such a big bed for one person?" I laughed.

Yoriichi gently held my hands.

"I had to prepare myself. Extra room for another person."

I gulped nervously.

"And who might that be?" I ask.

Yoriichi pushed me down on the bed, laying on top of me.

"Y/N, do you consent?" He asked.

My eyes widened. My cheeks were warming up.

"Y-yeah..." I said.

"Good." Yoriichi said.

"It's my first time, by the way." He gave an uneasy smile.

"Mine too..." I said.

Yoriichi began by kissing me on the lips, then moving lower and meeting my neck. He planted a few kisses on it, some turned into biting.

He lifted his head up, his cheeks redder than ever.

"How do people even do this without feeling so embarrassed?" He sighed.

"It's our first time, so it's understandable." I said.

"You're right." Yoriichi said.

Yoriichi had his hands against the buttons of my shirt. Just as he was about to start unbuttoning them, the doorbell rang.

"What the hell...who could that be? And why at this moment, out of every other moment?!" Yoriichi yelled.

Yoriichi stroked my hair.

"I'm sorry. I promise we'll continue once I come back. Just wait for me, alright?" He said.

I nodded.

He kissed my cheek then got up and walked out of the room.

The doorbell rang again. Continuously.

"Alright...alright, I'm here!!" I heard Yoriichi yell.

I sat up on the bed, looking around the room.

Yoriichi had a photo frame next to his mirror. It was a picture of him and Michikatsu, smiling while holding a flute. They looked young in the photo.

I sighed. I don't think that photo was there the last time I came here.

Yoriichi and Michikatsu seemed like such good brothers.

"HELP ME!!! HELP ME!!!!!"

I recognised that voice.

It was Douma.

I quickly got up and ran out of the room.

Yoriichi was kneeling on the ground, horrified. Douma was cradled in his arms, covered in blood and stab wounds. He desperately grabbed onto Yoriichi.

He slowly lifted his head up, tears forming in his eyes as he looked at me. He was shivering.

"Muzan...no...NO!!!!"

Douma's grip on Yoriichi loosened and he went silent.