𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 → kny x m! reader

05. | shifting bodies

Everything went wrong in one of the worst ways possible.

[Y/n] probably should've seen it coming, rarely does anything good happens in his life. A nagging feeling that he couldn't hide. Not anymore.

He sneaked back into his mansion barely at the break of dawn, the rising sun on his tail. Swiftly shutting the window before red and orange hues could break through the darkness in his bedroom. A sigh of relief escaped him as he looked around, the room had no signs of change since he went out. Thankfully, it appears that no attendant had entered his room, keeping their end of the promise.

He slightly opened the door of his room, peeking out to see a quiet corridor and food left out for him right outside. The smell did nothing to his appetite, his body craving for something more.

The hunger in his body for flesh has made him feel disoriented, the smell of blood would probably make him keel over just to resist the urge to drink.

Shutting back the door, he stepped back and went to search for a new set of clothes. As he found one most suitable for him, he wondered what he would do to his old bloodied ones. Burn them?

Muzan's little stunt of scratching his face had made blood drip down to his collar, painting his clothes with uneven small splashes of dark red. [Y/n] would wash it out, if he understood how to do even basic chores in the first place.

Growing up in the old mansion with his parents, [Y/n] saw his parents had tried their best to make sure they didn't acknowledge his existence. An unwanted son that they just had to take care of to maintain appearances. [Y/n] knew that they wished he had quickly died when he fought on the front lines of war, but [Y/n] was too stubborn to die, he was determined to survive.

His father actually died a year after [Y/n] had finished fighting in a political civil war in the region, earning a name for himself amidst the danger, and his brother quickly replaced his father's position, far surpassing the expectations of people around him.

Pondering over old times had [Y/n] remember a steam bank near the rocky areas heading to the old mansion, where he had once found a patch of red spider lilies growing when he was younger. Perhaps, [Y/n] could find some red spider lilies there to further his research regarding the mysterious medicine.

Proud of his excellent memory, [Y/n] decided he would set foot near the place in the coming night. He briefly recalled that the reason his mother called for his brother's presence was for a festival that was held for a week.

As long as [Y/n] stayed out of sight from the streets and the old mansion, no one would even notice he was there. Hopefully, not even his brother.

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As the sun had long set over the land of Japan, [Y/n] finally arrived at a bustling street in the vibrant city. Merchants display their various wares and colorful lanterns swaying gently in the evening breeze. The scent of freshly lit incense lingers in the air, and the soft sound of a koto filled the air, washing away the fatigues of nearby travelers. While captivated by the sights and sounds around him, the number of people around him immediately overloaded his sharp senses.

Joyful laughter.

Swaying bodies.

Beads of sweat.

Beating pulses.

Veins of blood.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he realized the danger of wandering into such a place. If he would lose control of this hunger, in the middle of such a crowd—