𝐀 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
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A portmanteau of two Japanese words. The first is yanderu, which means "to be sick," and the second is deredere, used here for "lovestr...
[Y/N], a faint tale; nothing else, apparently. A name only to be heard on the streets. The village called them crazy, as [Y/N] only lived in isolation. Growing their own crops in the forest, with a small house made by themself. They never once went down to the village, nor did anyone go up to visit them. Although, someone stated that occasionally, a man with bright red eyes would come to her house, speak a bit with her then leave every few weeks. It is just a rumour, to the villagefolk. If only they knew.
[Y/N] stood in a pagoda, proudly made by themselves, with a pond infront of them with the soft calling of the crickets and the gentle ripples of the pond.
As [Y/N] admired the moon, they noted a tickle on their hand. As they lifted their hand, their gaze softened. It was a tiny spider, who only sat there. Staring back at them. (sry if u have arachnophobia, this is just you in a braver time ig)
They then put the small thing onto the fence, in which they were leaning on. As the spider crawled away, they heard something shift behind them. The calling of the crickets were silenced; as not even the trees dared to rustle.
[Y/N] turned around, eyes widening slightly at the man who stood there. A blackhaired 'person', with luminous red eyes and a white fedora. He seemed rather stressed.
[Y/N] rushed to him, smiling. " Hey Muzan, are you alright? I can make some of that tea, if you want? Nevermind, I'll give you some water. Tea will keep you awake. " they stated, tugging on his sleeve gently as they led him down a path, and into their house. Muzan complied, not even startled. He had been visiting this human once every few weeks. It began when he originally planned to turn them into a demon, but their startling selflessness and bravery intrigued him to just keep them around longer. Like an activity, so he wouldn't get bored. However, this backfired on him, as he ended up growing a sort of.. romantic feeling towards them.
Muzan orubbed his forehead with two fingers, before sitting himself down on a low sofa. " I'm fine. Just a bit stressed. " he mumbled, as he made himself more comfortable on the sofa.
[Y/N] nodded suspiciously, slightly amused. As she went to the kitchen, pouring hot water into a cup and squeezing a bit of lemon into it for the sake of the taste and to rid of the plainness.
[Y/N] then picked it up, placing it on a tray alongside their cup, and carried it. Advancing towards Muzan, as they placed the tray on the table infront of the sofa.
He picked it up, and sipped at it. Holding back a retch, as he smiled at them. " Thank you, [Y/N] - " he put the cup back down. " What would I do without you. " he chuckled a bit, and [Y/N] rolled their eyes cheerfully.
" Hey, it's just a cup of hot water. " they tapped his leg, smiling.
Muzan gave them a faint grin, " I know, I know. "
He then attempted to stand up, but his mind said otherwise. Why was he so reluctant to leave?
Now he understood why Akaza was so dedicated to his deceased wife; love. He properly understood it now, and as much as he tried to deny his feelings for [Y/N], he couldn't. And eventually, Muzan embraced it.
[Y/N] blinked, as he seemed to be in a trance. Before continuing, " Why are you so stressed? " they asked, putting their hand on his. Muzan scowled. " One of my workers tried to find something I sent him to find. He only got rid of an obstacle, " he remembered the late hashira, Rengoku, " and failed to find it. I don't know how much longer I can give him. " he grumbled, leaning against them.
[Y/N] only sighed. " Be a bit patient, they are trying their best. " They encouraged, and Muzan nodded, pretending to consider it.
Muzan let his gaze wander to [Y/N], as their gazes locked. Without hesitation, he lifted their chin and gently kissed them, shockingly. He felt the spark in him; the one that his wives felt to him. Now, he had finally felt it.
Their eyes widened, before pushing him away. " Muzan.. I- I like you.. but not in that way- " they stammered, yet Muzan's eyes narrowed. He wasn't a fan of their sudden disobedience. " Silence, [Y/N.] " he spoke back blankly, as Muzan then wrapped his arms around them, forcing them to sit on his lap, to dig their face into his chest. [Y/N] tried to get off, before a murmur went by, " Nakime, " he had said. Before a twang of a biwa echoed, and they were both gone, without a trace.
As [Y/N] dully held onto his arm, their eyes almost lifeless as they stood alongside him, watching him observe the vials and write down notes, Muzan scolded his upper moons. The death of Lower moon Six had caused this, and now all [Y/N] could do was watch.
[Y/N], at first, was too disobedient for Muzan's liking. So he ruined them completely. He started by turning them into a demon, and inserting things into their brain. Their memory was too strong to kick away, surprisingly, so he had to slowly break them. To twist and torture them, to use them to his liking. Slowly molding them into a perfect wife. And now, he succeeded. [Y/N] was barely themselves anymore, and they had a mark on their neck. ' KIBUTSUJI ' was engraved on their neck. To show that they belonged to the Progenitor of demons, so that none would lay a finger on them.
They were forced to accompany him everywhere. Even in human disguised, pretending to be his sibling, friend, even babysitter at times. He never let [Y/N] out of his sight.
As soon as he and [Y/N] were teleported away, due to the aftermath of the dismissal of the meeting, he then held their waist. Pulling their back to his chest as he nuzzled into [Y/N's] hair, exhaling.
" Who do you love? " he murmured, a malicious grin curving his face as his grip tightened.
" You, Muzan. Only you. " they replied blankly, as a tear streamed down their cheek.
