Kokushibo = Michikatsu
Akaza = Hakuji
Soulmates. What a wonderful thing in concept. A person who complements you so much that you are destined for each other. However, only some are blessed with the opportunity to meet their soulmates. Some spend years trying to find that person who says the words written on the other body. Some of the soulmate marks are vague and are said often like 'hello' or 'goodbye'. Though Michikatsu did not have that problem, as in full caps in inky black writing reads "HOW DARE YOU! I WILL LIQUIDATE YOU AND FORCE YOUR FAMILY TO DRINK YOU LIKE THE FUCKED UP MCDONALD'S KETCHUP DISPENSER YOU ARE!"
When he first got his soulmate tattoo by the rip age of fifteen, was excited... Until he actually read it. Many thoughts crossed his mind, such as is my soulmate a serial killer? Do they have anger issues? Will they actually liquidate me and force my brother to drink it?! But as the years passed, his fear of his soulmate faded. Now it was mostly a passing joke that people would make fun of him for. Such as Douma... One of the most annoying creatures Michikatsu had the displeasure of meeting.
Today was like any other. He worked his job being his boss's bodyguard (Muzan Kibutsuki), which was a long and gruelling task. Especially having such annoying coworkers, the only one he tolerated was Hakuji. Finally, at the end of the day, Michikatsu was driving to a bar he frequented. It has great alcohol, food, and service, plus it was also not often busy. Parking his car, he exited his expensive black vehicle and entered the bar. Today, however, it seemed it was quite busy.
Loud banter and clinking of glasses filled his ears. People moved around him as he stood shocked with grins on their faces. He groaned, after all, he came here for the peace and quiet. However, he was not just going to leave here without anything to drink. He sauntered up to the bar, with one of the bartenders waving him down.
"I'm guessing the usual?" Asked the man known as John. John was a tall man not as tall as him though with light brown hair and hazel eyes. He was absurdly skinning, looking similar to a twig. Though he was friendly enough and made some damn good drinks.
Michikatsu nodded at John's question and settled on the man bar stools. With many other people laughing and joking around him. He paid them no mind as he eagerly watched the bartender work his magic. Soon a beer was placed in front of him, the amber liquid shining in the dim light of the bar.
Michikatsu nursed the drink for quite some time until the doors to the bar were thrown open. Naturally, his eyes glanced over towards the door. He noticed loud individuals enter the bar, he practically had to hold in his groan.
There were four of them. Two of them had white hair, one being a lot taller and friendlier looking than the other. Another one has a hairstyle he could compare to a lit match and had the personality to match.
However, it was the fourth person to enter who stole his attention. She was a decently tall female with long (h/c) hair that was messily done into a braid. Her skin practically seemed to glow in the bar while her eyes practically shined. She wore a simple black dress that flowed with each step she took in her matching black heels. She looked positively beautiful. Michikatsu stood without noticing and walked towards her, almost in a trace. Unfortunately, as soon as he was a couple of feet from her, someone bumped into him.
He watched in practically slow motion as his beer flew from his hand toward her head. It cast an arch of the amber liquid that came down upon her like a light shower. A silence seemed to befall the bar, her mouth still open midsentence as she processed the fact she was now soaked. Her gaze shifted from the lookalike match man towards his now droopy gown to him.
Her gaze was like no other. It was filled with such emotion he could not discern until it bubbled up as anger. "HOW DARE YOU! I WILL LIQUIDATE YOU AND FORCE YOUR FAMILY TO DRINK YOU LIKE THE FUCKED UP MCDONALD'S KETCHUP DISPENSER YOU ARE!"
Her voice was music to his ear before he snapped back to reality when many of the people around him started to laugh. While others shook their head.
"Uhh- At least it's a free drink...?" He tried, his voice filled with uneasiness.
Once again silence, before the goddess in front of him burst out laughing. "Damn fuck! I thought meeting my soulmate would have been a bit more romantic!"
The collective groans of her companions are they exchanged coins were promptly ignored. The word soulmate continued to each in his ears as she held out a hand towards him, and he took it. "I'm (L/n) (Y/n), what's your handsome?"
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Enchanting Delusions
Fanfiction(y/n) despite being a demon, she loves to harass Muzan and for no reason other than she's bored.