✦ ♡•°Just business partners °•♡ (Kokuzan) ✧

Pt12.

TW: Cursing/Cussing

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Kokushibo's thoughts
Muzan's thoughts

7) Muzan's POV (continuation) :

Muzan stepped into his house and what awaited him.. Or rather who awaited him was none other than..

D : "Lord Muzan! What a surprise~"

Douma said, holding a chunk of flesh in his hand, and a head of a random woman in his free hand.
It seemed to be the head of the cleaning lady who cleaned the houses for free, well.. Mostly for attention and praise from the villagers, but also just out of boredom.
How unfortunate that she had to die at the hands of Douma, At least, those were Muzan's thoughts.

D : "I didn't know you stayed at this apartment~"
"I was just searching for more pretty women to eat, the sacrifices tasted alright, but it wasn't quite enough for me~.."

M : "Uppermoon 2."
"What a surprise indeed."
"Now get out."

D : "Aww!"
"Don't act so cold Lord Muzan, I've actua-"

M : "Douma, Uppermoon 2."
"Don't you dare get my floor dirty with that disgusting blood."

The upper ranked demon smiled widely, absorbing the human flesh into his body.
Licking the blood off his lips, as he looked at the house.
Exploring it slightly, but, not having much to explore sadly..
The only thing he and Muzan had in common, was that they both immensely enjoyed Luxery items.
Large houses, gold plated anything, high status and everything above.

So obviously, Douma had about the same mindset as Muzan when money was involved.

Greed.
Which was a trait that Muzan heavily wanted to be present in his upperranks.
He succeeded that with Gyutaro for example.

With Douma as well but, for obvious reasons, he never found himself being fond or remotely happy when in the presence of that brat.

D : "No worries, I don't like to get my hands dirty after all my Lord~.."
"Apart from that,, this is quite the apartment anyway.."
"Is money running short Lord Muzan, if so, I could get one of my followers t-"

M : "Get out of my house Douma."

D : "But Lord Muzan~!!"
"I've just arrived, it would be rude to leave on such short notice~"

"Besides~.. I haven't even told you all of the information yet!"
"Actually this part is ab-"

Suddenly Douma felt a pain in his chest, and before he knew it, he immediately fell into his knees.
Coughing up blood on the floor.
Muzan seemed to have sliced a wide wound from both corners of his mouth.
The wound was deep as well.
At the same time, Muzan cut Douma's vocal cords as well.
So he didn't have to hear Douma's putrid voice.
Along with a diagonal line on Douma's torso, all this done with ease and no regrets.
Blood gushing out, leaving Douma to focus on his wounds now, rather than bothering Muzan.

Everything about Douma was immensely annoying, and Muzan's patience had left a while ago.
He didn't exactly snap yet, but this was just the start..