Random Kokudou shit I imagine while writing my exams. [DISCONTINUED]

Pending. . .

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(pls don't bully me my keyboard is broken and I have to use an online version)

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Narrator POV:
The Sun's rays travelling at an inhumane speed, as it creeps upon the land, *coincidentally* Kokushibo is still outside after doing a mission assigned to him by Muzan, and Douma's cult building is the nearest resting place (you can see where this is going)

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A faint knocking is heard on the door.

Douma's POV:
I wonder if it's one of the cult ladies. "You may come in!" He says, with an enthusiastic voice.

Kokushibo opens the door and closes it behind him, fast so as no one can see him. He is a demon with six eyes, after all.

Ah! Kokushibo-dono~! Tell me, what brings you here? Is there something I can do for you? He exclaims with the same plastered smile over his face as always.

Kokushibo's POV:
I swiftly walked into his room while he's combing his hair. I've never really noticed it, but it's really long. It's been that way for quite a while I suppose. 

"Douma, do you mind if I stay here just for the morning?" 

He asks, eyeing him up and down. Taking in the scene, playing before him. 

Onlooker POV:

Of course, you didn't even have to ask. If you want to, I could have a separate room arranged for you? He said with that same sadistic smile.

Had always wondered. What was going on behind that smile of his? There is no way a person can always be happy. All the time. Though that wasn't the problem right now. He snapped out of his thoughts. As the blonde interrupted his thinking.

Ne~ Kokushibo-dono? So, like a separate room. Or, you know, you can always sleep in my room. People around here linger in the middle of the night. They are mentally unhinged because of their "trauma", and if anybody were to see you.... I bet they'd be scared out of their skins. He giggled.

He takes a second to reconsider his thoughts. Fine. I guess I'll stay. Douma had a point in his statement. Anyways, sleeping somewhere else and risking his identity to be leaked would bring attention towards him. He did not like attention. (Not unless it was from him, iykyk🥴😏)

That's great Kokushibo-Dono! -

The Priest's POV:

Great. Just what we needed, another girl that has left our cult. Rumors are spreading quicker than flame. I guess it's time to teach him a lesson. He doesn't understand, does he?

No ones POV:

Douma heard the priest's footsteps in the hallway. Quick Kokushibo, hide yourself. The priest must not see you here.

The Priest's POV:

Make this brat bleed till this memory is infused into his brain.

He barges into the room.

Listen here you brat. I don't know what you're doing, but all of these girls are going away from our cult. Do you know how much I've worked for this cult? To progress into what it is today. Suddenly swings his arm and slaps him on the face. Kicking him on his face and shoving his face to the floor.

He never really regretted anything that he's done to him. After all, Douma was a demon and emotionless one at that, any punishment or scars that he would have been given, he would have recovered from them. Yet he always used to feel a fit of anger. One low, deep in his stomach every time.

Douma's POV:

He sat there, innocently, and quietly. Waiting for the ordeal to be finished. He experienced this almost every other day. It was nothing new. Now, now~ I- P-promise it has got nothing to do with me! I'll try harder. Still wearing that sadistic smile on his face.

Woah, well now that's done. I simply can't help it? The women here look too tasty~

Kokushibo's POV:

What...
He decides not to interfere in such personal matters, he was just here to wait the day out after all. 

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