𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋 ll セレスティアル

二十九

  “What’s Muzan like?” (Name) asked Yoriichi, who was laying on her lap and enjoying her hands massaging his scalp. 

Yoriichi had a peaceful look along with a small blush, until his face fell when he heard the demon lord’s name. Around them, butterflies flew above their heads and the two demon slayers were sitting by the waterfall.

“Why do you ask?” Yoriichi slowly got up, shaking his head to get rid of any grass in his hair.

“I want to know what he’s like. I want to prepare myself.” (Name) said seriously, “you’ve fought him, haven’t you?”

“...” Yoriichi looked at the horizon, before he laid back down and curled up by (Name)’s side, “he’s like a volcano. Full of wrath and vengeance, as if he’s ready to burst and corrupt the entire world with his rage.”

“But under that facade, he’s a coward.”

“Coward?” (Name) raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.” Yoriichi huffed, “before I could finish him off, he exploded himself into several pieces to get away. He never showed himself before me so he’s afraid of death. He’s no samurai or warrior so he doesn't have morals.”

“I see.” (Name) wanted to say more but Yoriichi plopped himself up, his large hands coming closer to cup her cheeks as he leaned his forehead against hers.

Her (e/c) eyes stared back at it as Yoriichi closed his eyes, before opening them. 

“He’s nothing but filth.”

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        “Is that your dog?”

Hantengu squeaked in fear and he cowered behind a pillar. (Name) looked at the weirdly shaped puppy with confusion, until Douma burst out laughing. 

“What no!” Douma laughed, “that’s Hantengu-dono! He’s Upper Rank 4! He’s a demon! I don’t know how you thought he was a dog, but you’re so cute, (Name)-chan!”

“He’s ugly.” (Name) snapped without hesitation, “and I know I’m cute. Can you untie me? My hands are turning sore.”

“No can do (Name)-chan! I like you in this position!” Douma winked and leaned over her, his action causing Kokushibo to finally look at the two.

“Douma… get away from her…” he threatened.

(Name) pushed Douma off with her leg, the blond demon landing head first on the ground. She turned to glare at Kokushibo, who looked at her emotionlessly. She wiggled around and gestured to her tied up hands.

“Hey, buddy. Care to help?” (Name) asked.

“Don’t talk as if we’re… buddies… I never… cared about you.” 

(Name) stared at the six-eyed demon, her face darkening. As much as Kokushibo was sprawling shit out of his mouth, (Name) could practically hear how he was forcing out his words. 

All those times he rushed to help her and the others burned in her mind, along with those sweet moments where they would cuddle each other. He even gave Tanjiro his blood and said that he was no longer with Muzan.

And he was practically attached to (Name).

“Are you shitting with me? Man, you’re a horrible actor.” (Name) rolled her eyes, “fine, if you don’t care about me, then you can drop dead for all I care.”

“I care about you, (Name)-chan! I can replace Kokushibo-dono!” Douma waved his hands, coming over so they were face to face, unaware that Kokushibo tensed and his heart stung from (Name)’s harsh words.