༒︎𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄༒︎ .𝗗𝗢𝗨𝗠𝗔✔︎

Chapter: 番号-5

It had been a total of 3 months since the last time Douma and M/N had last seen each other. Douma was controlling things quite nicely in his palace, whilst M/N had been off eating humans and what-not.

Currently, Douma was with a maiden of his. The woman was practically begging for Douma with the way she fluttered her eyes, lifted her kimono, and sent flirtatious winks his way. Not that he could care anyways. He'd have a total of 10 women come to his room and always for the same reason, him. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"Douma-sama."

Douma turned his head, his signature smile glowing as he uttered a hum. The woman giggled as she slowly made her way towards Douma, dragging the cloth on her left shoulder off of her. Douma turned, sighing, and stood up. It'd be a lie if he said he would enjoy this but he didn't care. He never cares. He walked towards her with that carefree smile of his as she jumped into his chest.

Suddenly, a memory of M/N popped up in his mindless head, then he stopped. Why is he thinking about M/N in a time like this? With another woman? Before he knew it, he scrambled to push her off him as she uttered gasps of confusion. "Douma-sama..what's wrong?" Asked the woman.

A head continued to roll on the floor. The woman's body lay on dead on the floor as Douma waved his face with his fan.

'She was horrifying to look at anyway."

He left the body there. He wasn't much for cleanliness anyways. However, he's going to be honest for the first time in his life.

He was dying to see M/N, Literally.

He was throwing fits more often, sometimes accidentally eat a part of his own body thinking about you, and even felt like an organ or two were missing when you weren't with him. Not the one he tore out the other day but that doesn't matter. He had an idea of two about what that feeling is but he can't quite put his finger on it, but mostly denying it.

M/N was having the most wonderful time on the other hand. He was getting slightly stronger eating the young. That and hanging out with Akaza. They've stumbled upon each other while hunting for the Blue Spider Lily, and needless to say, they get along quite well. However, his heart, too, was aching for Douma.

Currently, M/N was being pampered in his temple. His servants were feeding him fresh meat. All was well, til a familiar biwa strum was heard. M/N looked at his surroundings, only to find himself in the Infinity Castle. He turned around to see who else was there but,—

"You uppermoons are getting too comfortable with your rank." A voice boomed throughout the  Infinity Castle. M/N turned his head forwards to find his King seated himself writing on his notebook. M/N quickly bowed down and kneeled.

"I Have a mission for you both. It requires you to be partnered however. I have sent Gyokko and Hantengu to the Village as you've may known, and I need you to keep on watch for those pathetic beings. Gyokko has reported seeing a total of 2 hashiras in the perimeter. Knowing that garbage is too confident. He'll die. I need you to step in at any time things happen to turn the other way. Your rewards won't go unnoticed." Was the last thing Muzan said before you were teleported into the outer range of the sword smith village.

'Both? Who am I partnered with?' Just as M/N was about to turn around—

"M/N-Dono! Oh my, in the flesh.." a being jumped onto M/N's back as they giggled like a Highschool in dumb-love. M/N struggled to see who it was before they sighed, familiarizing their laugh.

"You'll continue to break my spine if you keep jumping onto me like that, Douma-San." M/N turned their head just enough to see Douma.

Douma laughed as he jumped off him, smiling wide as he held his own clothes tight enough to dig into his skin. "I've waiting so long to see you, my dear lotus. How can I contain my happiness?" Douma responded as his hand roamed M/N's hair. M/N sighed and smiled, ruffling doumas unkept hair. Wait. Douma, with unkept hair?

"Douma-San, have you been taking care of yourself?" M/N asked Douma. Douma looked up and giggled. "I'm a demon. I don't need that professional stuff when I'm with you."

M/N sighed. "Still, it looks raggedy. Keep it more tamed. Impress your women." M/N walked into the forest, Douma by his side as he linked his arms to M/N's right arm look at him in a love-sick motion.

"I don't need my women, just you~" Douma flirted. 'Did I hear that correctly?' M/N though whipping his head to Douma. "What'd you say?"

Douma turned his head forward, a dopey grin on his face. "Oh nothing~"

*

Douma and M/N caught up on things, but mostly about how Douma missed M/N. At the moment, M/N and Douma stumbled upon Gyokko. Watching him mock a young boy in his infamous water prison pot.

M/N was about to turn away, but remembered something kokushibo told him.

*

"There..is a descendant of mine..no older than 14..I have high suspicion that..he will attend the battle at the village...leave him to me.." Kokushibo told him, his back turned to him.

"Does he have a descendant?" M/N asked. Kokushibo turned to him in an instant. All six eyes of his staring directly at him, his gaze piercing his soul.

"Don't you dare speak about him infront of me..you wretched filth.."

"Don't you dare talk to your upper like that. Know your place, Upper 1. Even your six eyes can't see how I am simply better than you."

*

Ah, memories.

Douma watched in boredom as their fight went on and on, and before you knew it, that shed was broken down and that boy and gyokko were battling.

"M/N-Dono..this is boring..! Cmon, let's go eat women together~" Douma tugged on M/N's shirt, but M/N wouldnt budge.

"Gyokko's struggling. I need to step in before he gets himself killed like a fool."

"Aw man, I forgot this was a mission not a date~"

"What?"

"Nothing! You're hearing things~"

"I heard you the first time Yknow?"

*

Omg im back

Wattpad was gonna delete my story but I couldn't let my pookies go perish without this book continuing./j

So Yknow I had to continue this. For y'all's sake. Plus I had motivation.

I need ideas help me please like story ideas..help

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