𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 → kny x m! reader

04. | finding similarities

Muzan launched himself forward. Driven by the malicious intent, [Y/n] met his advances with a combination of honed reflexes. He quickly evaded the onslaught, skillfully sidestepping the sharp claws that had tried to reach his face. The wall behind [Y/n] slashed apart, surprising the man himself.

Time seemed to slow as [Y/n] prepares for another deadly move. His mind quickly raced to analyze the man's patterns and vulnerabilities.

Kibutsuji growled as he unleashed a flurry of strikes. His attacks moved with lightning speed, a speed so unnatural to the human eye. [Y/n]'s body weaved and twisted, his body instinctively responding to the imminent threat. Utilizing his natural and honed combat skills, [Y/n] moved closer to Kibutsuji.

He ducked under a sweeping claw and deflected another one with his own strength. Something in the room rattles and breaks, the strength just from [Y/n] deflecting the blow had put another wall beyond repair.

"Great job, you're destroying your own mansion," [Y/n] sarcastically said to the man.

His eyebrow twitched.

"This is your fault. Stop dodging."

[Y/n] scowled in response, tapping into his own strength as he saw an opening. As the man momentarily exposed his flank, the [h/c] haired male quickly struck him with calculated precision.

Kibutsuji staggered back, a deep gash could be seen across his hide. [Y/n] pulled back his punch at the last second before striking him with his own claws.

He recoiled in pain, momentarily stunned at the turn of events. Pressing his advantage, the [h/c] male quickly closed their distance in his moment of weakness, pinning him down to the floor.

"Stop struggling. I'm just here for answers, Muzan-sama." [Y/n] spelled out his name in disdain, remembering what the servants had called him previously.

His gaze met the struggling man under him. He was strong, yes, but [Y/n] was just far more skilled in hand-to-hand combat. A period of silence came before Muzan huffed in irritation, "Fine. What do you want?"

Seeing Muzan wasn't struggling anymore, [Y/n] slowly lets him go and moved back a respectful distance. He surveyed the aftermath of their intense struggle, staring blankly at the damage the two had done. Multiple slashed walls, broken furniture, and papers strewn around them proved how much of a mess the room was.

"The physician, why did you kill him?" Although [Y/n] didn't really trust the physician, he was careful with his words and always knew the boundaries he shouldn't cross.

"He deserved to die. His special medicine did nothing but worsen my condition!"

[Y/n] sighed. "You'd kill someone just for that?"

"You wouldn't?" He voiced out in anger.

"..."

This guy has some anger issues.

It didn't matter his reason, the physician is dead now, [Y/n] thought. The least he could do is obtain the notes the physician usually writes his findings in.

[Y/n] gasped in realization, forgetting the destroyed room he was in was the physician's room.

The room that was currently in shambles.

"W-where did you put his notes," [Y/n] stuttered a little as he asked Muzan, anxious about its condition.

Muzan raised an eyebrow, eyes filled with suspicion.

"And why should I tell you, stranger?"

Before [Y/n] could answer, he continued his line of questioning, "Who exactly are you?"