Faithless (Muzan x Reader)

9

"Douma!!!" I yelled, running over to him and kneeling down beside Yoriichi.

I took him from Yoriichi's arms and placed him on my lap, my shirt and hands stained with his blood.

"Why did it have to come to this..." I cried, pulling his lifeless body close to me.

He wasn't breathing, and I couldn't feel any pulse either.

Yoriichi put his hand on my head. I looked at him.

He gave me a faded smile.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. Muzan won't stop with his bullshit." Yoriichi said.

"Douma...you didn't deserve any of this." I whispered.

I gently stroked his silver hair, now dripping with blood.

"Welcome to my cult, Y/N!~"

"Come on Y/N, be my-"

"Your cheeks are as red as the blood of the pretty girls that I devour. How cute!"

"Now come on! Show me that pretty smile of yours again!~"

"Douma is no longer Upper Moon 2, nor is he a demon anymore."

"The new Upper Moon 2 shall be Y/N."

I suddenly sprung up after hearing Douma and Muzan's voice in my head.

What the hell just happened?

"Y/N? Is everything alright?" Yoriichi stood up and carefully held me.

"Upper Moon 2..." I mumbled.

Yoriichi looked at me in panic.

"Y/N?" He made me face him.

"What are you talking about?"

I looked at Douma, then knelt down beside him again.

"Wake up Douma, WAKE UP!!!" I yelled, holding him.

"Your blood saved my life. Thank you."

Muzan's voice again.

"Blood...blood!"

I looked at Yoriichi.

"Your pocket knife. Where is it?!" I yelled.

"What do you need it for, Y/N?" Yoriichi said, startled.

"Just give it to me!" I said.

Yoriichi reached for his pocket and handed me the pocket knife.

"Don't do anything stupid, alright?" He said.

I immediately flicked open the pocket knife and cut straight into my arm. I began squealing from the pain, but eventually forgot about it.

"Y/N?!?!" Yoriichi was about to grab the pocket knife out of my hand. I put it down beside me and placed my arm over Douma's mouth.

The blood dripped into his mouth.

"This has to work. Surely." I said to myself.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

So far, nothing.

I opened my eyes. Douma was still as lifeless as he was before.

I sighed.

I closed my eyes again, hoping that this was just a nightmare.

I felt something brush against my arm.

Cold hands touching my back.

And then I felt something on my lips.

My eyes snapped open. Douma's colourful eyes were looking into mine.

He slowly pulled away from me.

"Remember when I said that I didn't want to see your pretty face all sliced up and bloody?" He said.

He paused.

"I guess the tables have turned." He smiled.

I felt tears forming in my eyes.

"Douma...I'm so sorry..." I hugged him.

"You remember everything now, right?" I heard him say.

I remained silent.

He stroked the back of my hair.

"Someday you will." He said.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Yoriichi trying to hold back his tears. He was looking down.

-

"There you go, Douma. These cuts will heal in a few weeks." Yoriichi said, wiping the last bit of blood on Douma's face.

Yoriichi told me that he was trying to get a degree in medicine, therefore he knew how to perform first-aid.

This was his first time stitching wounds, though.

"Thank you both. For saving my life.~" Douma grinned.

"And thank YOU, especially." Douma looked into my eyes.

"At least I finally got to kiss you.~" He laughed.

Yoriichi gave a sigh. He picked up the blood stained tissues next to him and left the room.

"Is he alright?" Douma asked.

"I think so. Maybe he's startled about your sudden arrival." I said.

"Haha, oh yeah! Obviously. I mean, I was in such an awful state. And now look, my wounds are already healing!~" Douma smiled.

Douma staggered towards me and sat down beside me.

"Careful, Douma." I said.

"I have a few more wounds that need attending, though." Douma said.

"Oh? Where? I thought Yoriichi-"

Douma pointed between his legs.

"Right here, Y/N.~" He said, lustfully.

"EHHH?!?!"

Douma threw his head back. He was dying from laughter.

"I'm only joking, don't worry!! But that look on your face...Y/N..."

He looked at me.

"You're too adorable.~" He said, stroking the side of my face.

"Although, if you want, we can-"

"Douma, you need to rest."

Yoriichi walked into the room. He didn't bother paying attention at what was going on.

"Ah...you're right. I'm tired..." Douma said.

"You can stay here and rest for the night." Yoriichi said.

Yoriichi looked at me.

"Y/N, want me to take you home? Your family must be worried." He said.

"Sure, Yoriichi." I said.

I was about to get up, but Douma grabbed my hand.

"No, Y/N. Please don't go..."

Douma began tearing up.

"Stay with me for the night."