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If 2 + 2 is 4...why are they 5?

𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐞 •••

𝐓𝐖: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞....𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐦 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝? 𝐇𝐦𝐦. 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.

𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝.

ᰔᩚ𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.ᰔᩚ

⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱

"Okay Koku, you can put a this one over there." Y/n said pointing t a nearby tree. "Please try to place it properly, its position could cause it to fall." She added.

The visit to the hotel was prolonged quite a bit, but it came to an end after Y/n convinced Kokushibo steal her a pastry from the kitchen.

"Okay, the next one goes over in that direction. My legs are too lazy to go there, so could you carry me?" The (h/c) pleaded. Kokushibo ignored her request and continued in the direction that she'd said they were going. "Hey, wait up!" She called out. The walk to the other corner was about an hour, if you could see where you were even going. Usually as the sun set, the path already looked like it had disappeared. So this was going to take some time.

Meanwhile...
Murata was sitting comfortably on the couch, watching a documentary about carrots. Y/n wouldn't let him continue the fast and the furious series, so she forced him to watch something 'meaningful.' Murata sat boredly and stared at the screen as millions of cute little carrots got separate from their families and shoved into tight packing, ready to be shipped to grocery stores.

He lifted his head a slight bit to adjust his position. He kept shifting and shuffling but couldn't find the right position to sit in. He was scared that if he layed down he would fall asleep, and Y/n would whoop his ass. He didn't wanna get smacked, even though he doubted it would even hurt thinking that the 19yo girl was weak af.

Finally finding the right position, Murata turned his whole body to face the large window. He faced the TV and continued his boredom. A few minutes go by and Murata notices something move in his peripheral vision. He whips his head to the window but spot's nothing but the slight movement of the curtain.

"Hmm." He hummed in curiosity. Mind you, Murata is no regular person, he's a demon slayer. You better believe he hopped off that couch and ran to fucking get his sword. My dude legit sprinted. He wasn't even scared of the stairs no more. He got Y/n's room and slammed the door open.

Y/n kept his sword away from him, just in case he  had super strength and decided to kill Kokushibo in his sleep. He looked around the room for the blade in question, but not seeing it in its normal spot. Panic surged Murata as he searched frantically for his sword still not finding it.

'𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑑 𝑖𝑡? 𝐷𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑡 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑘𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑎!!!' Murata continued to look around the room and to no avail. It wasn't there... He was certain. It wasn't were he'd thought she had left it. But there was nowhere else to look. He was in a pinch. The only thing left to do was to run back down to the kitchen and grab a knife.

Calming himself down, he approached the door slowly, not hearing anything from the other side. He reached his arm out, readying his hand. At the handle, is hand pushed down and pulled back, opening the door. As the door was fully open, he regained his stability and started to walk out the room. Before he went on his way, something told him to stop and look up at his surroundings just in case. To his surprise...