Just a KokuDou story-

Chapter 7!

I just realized I haven't been putting titles on the past like 2 chapters and its just been 'untitled part _' so my bad- also i kind of forgot about this for a while but look at Douma in that picture  like i cant with the hot villain's

Anyway, sorry for not posting on this story in a while, I've been busy with the oneshots! Hope you all enjoy!

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Kokushibo called Yabaha in to clean up the plates. Once he left he turned back to his.. Hostage? It didn't really feel like he was keeping the blonde hostage. It felt like he was just taking care of him. 'Not that it matters' the dark-haired male thought quickly. 'He'll be gone soon anyway.'

"Go to sleep." He cringed at the blonde's stupid pretty face. His eyes were hypnotizing. So many pretty colors

"What is it?" Kokushibo asked. Was this guy stupid or something? " The bed is there..."

"OHHHh!!!" The blonde laughed, the clothes flapping around his body like black wings. "It seems a little weird taking such good care of me when I'm supposed to be a hostage." The blonde lay down over the blankets, shutting his eyes and sighing. "I could literally stay here forever." 

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Douma woke once again the next day in the dark room. He sighed. It was kind of annoying being kidnapped. Kokushibo wouldn't let him out of his sight except to shower, and go to the bathroom, and he was always right outside the door even then. He wasn't allowed to go outside; the garden had looked so pretty from the windows and yet he couldn't go n it to look at the flowers up close. There was only so much to do. He had explored every room he was allowed in, the white-haired girl from the meeting, Daki had done his hair that day, the two long, thick braids thumping against his back in an almost comforting way. He had been lounging around, bored, for hours! Kokushibo had suggested a book for him to read, yet the idea was probably the worst thing he had tried to do to relieve boredom ever! All the books in the stupid fancy house were plain and boring. He did understand the words they read. It was almost like they were torturing him.

Douma looked up to see Kokushibo using a small kit to polish his sword. The gleaming purple metal with realistic golden eyes engraved into the blade (I did a quick google search and Kokushibo's nichirin blade was purple, so we are going with that, not his demonic blade, don't come for me). Each swipe of a thin white cloth, or a cotton bud covered in a special wax seemed to make the weapon shine brighter. Douma sat up straight, staring at the weapon. Kokushibo seemed to notice his interest, placing the blade on a long cloth he had over his lap. "May I help you?" His stern voice rang in Douma's ears.

"Aha! I was just looking at your sword, its such a fine blade... the golden eyes make it look so pretty! Did you forge it yourself? Did you engrave the eyes yourself! You must take care of it well, its in such good condition! Does it have a name? I heard people name their swords sometimes! What is I for?" Questions spilled out of Douma's mouth, seemly overwhelming Kokushibo for a second before he coughed and replied with his iconic serious tone.

"I did not forge it myself, nor engrave it. It was made by business craftsmen and swordsmiths. I use it to annihilate my targets on missions... and it does have a name. nobody has ever asked that question before."

Douma's face lit up. "What's the swords name! It must be interesting!"

Kokushibo sighed again. "Kyokokukamusari... it means hollow cry of the godless..." Kokushibo seemed uneasy about saying his swords name, he clearly had never told it to anyone before, making Douma the first. How special!

"Jee, menacing!" Douma laughed! "Geez, it's the first time I've gotten to see a sword up close!"

Kokushibo sighed AGAIN. He gently picked up his sword and passed it to Douma. "Be careful with it... don't touch the blade... I just polished it..."
Douma laughed as he held the pretty purple blade in his hands, he turned it around for it to glint in the sun. "Aren't you afraid I might stab you, or someone else.?

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Kokushibo smiled the tiniest little bit. "You don't know how to use it... I don't think it would be hard to forcefully take it away from you anyway."

Douma gave him a dramatic, hurt look. Before passing Kyokokukamusari back to its owner. Kokushibo sheathed his sword and stood up. "I'm getting another sword in a few days... if you want you can watch it change color..." He watched Douma face light up once more as he was bombarded with questions about the swords.

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Akaza walked into the living room of the Kibutsuji Manson, only to find Douma and Kokushibo smiling and laughing together. Well, Douma was laughing and smiling, Kokushibo was just smiling, but it annoyed him all the same. Why did he get to hang out with Douma while everyone else had to go do missions and work? He would have to talk to Muzan-sama about that later. For now, Akaza just clenched his fists and walked away.

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Douma frowned. "Is the pink haired guy alright? He looks mad- is he mad at me? He was looking at me. Did I do something? Excuse me, I should go apologize- "

Kokushibo caught his arm before he could go follow the strange guy. "That's Akaza. Don't mind him. He is most likely annoyed that he must do missions while I stay here to watch over you. He's not mad at you, he's probably mad at me for whatever stupid reason. Don't apologize."

Douma sat back down warily. Akaza gave him a bad feeling, a sick feeling, like pebbles lying in the deepest pit of his stomach.

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Yay! New chapter! I kind of forgot about this, so sorry about that! I may have to edit this later to fit properly with the story, but I hope you enjoyed anyway!