The Touch of Hearts (MuzanxOcxGiyuu)

Hate

The previous evening had been incredibly eventful for her. Meeting Tomioka Giyuu amidst all the chaos was beyond her expectations. Though she felt a strange sense of familiarity with him, he remained so mysterious that way.

As she lay in her chamber, a palpable feeling of darkness and heat seemed to emanate from a distance. Sitting up on her mattress, her eyes widened with curiosity and concern.

Why was he coming here? He had never visited any place of his own accord before.

She rose from her seat with the demeanor of someone caught in a forbidden act. Ever since she began meeting Giyuu in secret, she lived in a constant state of tension. If he discovered their clandestine meetings, he wouldn't hesitate to punish her or even end Giyuu's life.

While she harbored no fear of Muzan Kibutsuji, she knew the man's unpredictability all too well. She refused to play dangerous games when it meant risking her life or the life of another.

The doors to her chamber swung open with a forceful gesture of his finger, and his imposing figure loomed before her, his familiar fiery expression unyielding.

She narrowed her eyes at him, their last interaction leaving much to be desired. She tried her best to avoid dwelling on it, but it was challenging, especially when faced with his overwhelming and captivating presence, making it hard not to blush under his intense gaze.

"You dare not show up when summoned?" he questioned, his crimson eyes emanating an eerie glow in the dimly lit castle.

"I-I was seemingly busy," she stammered, avoiding eye contact, refusing to relive the memories of their previous encounter. In truth, she couldn't bear the thought of facing him again after what had transpired between them.

She gazed at him, a surge of complex emotions swirling within her chest. Gratitude was the last thing on her mind at that moment.

He narrowed his eyes as he approached, stepping closer to her.

"Why do you hate me so much?" he inquired, leaning in, his grip on her arm tight and forceful.

A moment hung in the air as she fought against his hold, meeting his gaze with defiance.

"Because you're - because you're..." Her voice trailed off, unable to find the right words to express the jumble of feelings and thoughts inside her.

"A devil," she muttered, fully aware that Muzan embraced and acknowledged his devilish nature. He had earned that name, and he made no effort to deny it. Even so, he felt a flicker of something in his chest. Hurt? That couldn't be right.

"You're mean, rude, and arrogant," she spat out the words she had longed to say since their first encounter.

"I will never trust someone who can't seem to show an ounce of emotion to anyone," she declared firmly, her frustration and disappointment evident in her tone.

"You think I don't know about your evil planning? You've been obsessing over some prophecy and scheming to use me, only to dispose of me once you get what you want," she finally said, her voice tinged with a mix of fear and defiance.

She recounted the day she unintentionally delved into his mind, tapping into his darkest thoughts, seeing just a glimpse of the secrets he guarded so fiercely.

Muzan's eyes widened in astonishment and disbelief. How could she possibly know something he had never shared with anyone? His guarded facade wavered for a moment, and an unsettling vulnerability flickered across his face.

He had always believed his mind to be impenetrable, a fortress impervious to prying eyes, but she had shattered that illusion with a single glimpse.

"It's repulsive to me how you're attempting to get closer to me, with your unsettling sexual manner," she declared, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and discomfort.

"You're not superior to me, Muzan Kibutsuji. If you want me to not hate you, you need to-" Her words trailed off, realizing she might have revealed too much.

Muzan's smirk deepened, the devilish quality of his features becoming even more apparent.

"I see," he scoffed, seemingly unfazed.

"Me? Kill you?" he said, his face leaning closer to hers, a sinister glint in his eyes.

The proximity between them felt suffocating, and she found herself torn between fear and an inexplicable fascination with the enigmatic demon before her.

"You thought all this time?" Muzan's voice was dripping with amusement as he towered over her, tilting her chin with a cruel gesture as she fell back onto the mattress.

"What a shame," he continued, a twisted grin spreading across his face. "I want you to live, to witness just how pathetic and useless you truly are."

Her heart raced, a mix of fear and defiance swirling inside her. "And I want you to realize how inferior and insignificant you are compared to the devil you seem to think I am,"

She retorted, her body steady despite the anger bubbling up inside her.

Their words hung heavy in the air, charged with animosity and a strange sense of connection. Two powerful forces, locked in a battle of wills.

"Perhaps you should painfully watch yourself being used by a devil. With these pretty eyes," he said, forcefully tilting her chin while she glared at him, her anger palpable.

"Don't you agree, Hime?" He emphasized her name, tauntingly.

In a swift motion, she slapped his hand away from her face, her breaths heavy with frustration, anger overtaking her normally composed demeanor.

"You bastard," she seethed, her words laced with venom as he sauntered away, a sense of pride and arrogance evident in his every step. He shot her a parting glance, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips before he left the room.

The tension lingered, a maelstrom of conflicting emotions swirling in the air.

"I'm going to have that arrogant face under my feet one day," she muttered quietly, her rage fueling a desire for revenge she wasn't even fully aware of.

It seemed that despite the brief moment of softness he showed her, she had not forgotten her initial intentions. The conflicting emotions inside her made it difficult to decipher her true feelings towards the demon king.

Muzan, on the other hand, seethed with rage and fury. He was torn between his original intent to use her for his own gain and a selfish desire to keep her by his side for eternity. Her sharp wit and defiance were both infuriating and strangely alluring, and he couldn't help but feel that she might be the death of him, one way or another.
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