A Pretty Face (KNY x Reader Fanfic)

Chapter 14

"Keep her still on the table unless you desire to end up like the other fellow."

Douma hated having to hear Y/N cry as the needle pricked her skin. She clutched her stuffed animal to death, which was disgustingly damp with saliva. Lord Kibutsuji focused on drawing an accurate sample, murmuring as the vial filled easily.

"I wouldn't dare put a drop of it on my own skin. Would you like to do the honor?" He asked, gesturing for Douma to step forward.

Douma was quick to shake his head. Another demon was brought out instead, albeit against his will. He was restrained to a table as Lord Kibutsuji unscrewed the lid to the vial, and tipped it over so that only a few drops would land on his skin.

The results were effective immediately. This amount wouldn't kill the demon, but he still thrashed and screamed as his skin melted down to the bone. Douma and Lord Kibutsuji waited a few moments, marveled at how his body couldn't heal the holes.

"Fascinating...and yet, her blood doesn't have the faintest trace of my lineage. Isn't that something?"

"So...she's completely human?"

That seemed to be the only explanation. Both demons determined it to be a genetic mixing, and Y/N had only inherited powers impossible to humans. As such, it wouldn't be long before she developed a blood demon art.

"Y/N doesn't have the strength of a demon, nor the physical attributes and desires. Unfortunately, she also can't heal at our pace."

Douma had been careless a few days ago, too distracted on one of his meals. It only took a second for Y/N to disappear from his sight. Next thing he knew, her bloodcurdling screams revealed she had fallen down a small set of stairs. Her leg still remained broken, albeit slowly healing.

He started to heavily dislike making Y/N go through testing. If he spoke his mind, there was no question that Lord Kibutsuji would kill him. She would always cry when she saw needles. It was funny how in the past he would disregard everyone's feelings, but these days he could barely stomach a toddler's wail of pain.

She always had a mind of her own. Douma still couldn't believe he was acting like a parent. It was embarrassing when other demons would cackle at how much he cared. He always made sure Y/N had the nicest food, blankets, clothes and toys.

Suspicion made him start to take her everywhere he went. Y/N was never left alone with someone else unless it was a human female that was trustworthy. Women would giggle and fan their cheeks seeing such a handsome man walk alone with a toddler in his arms. Some made an attempt to introduce themselves, but Douma would only flash a smile and say he wasn't interested.

Truth be told, he didn't want someone else in the picture who could take care of her. He wanted to be Y/N's sole means of support and survival. That was what a parent was meant for, right? Douma didn't need a woman to fill the empty void of a mother. He was capable of stepping into the role.

"What do you think of that one, Y/N?" They were in the Entertainment District, where Douma frequently bought her anything she wanted or needed.

There were multiple dolls displayed in a case. They were crafted featuring Westerner's taste in fashion. Y/N smiled as she pointed to one with brown curly hair in a green dress.

"That's rather plain for someone like you...are you sure?" Douma couldn't fathom why she'd pick such a tasteless one. Y/N still wasn't at the talking stage, and could hardly understand what he was even asking.

She flexed her small fingers, leaning forward in an attempt to touch the case. If it made her happy, then Douma would pay for it. The seller was too eager to get rid of the doll, adding a few more accessories before handing it to Y/N.

The next place they would go always excited Y/N the most. Douma could smell the food in the air but it didn't phase him one bit. Rather than the piping hot food that attracted his attention, he found his eyes wandering towards a crowd of young women. They returned his stare, laughing to themselves as they debated on which one would get him first.

A good parent would keep their child from consuming too much candy at a young age, but it made Y/N happy. She had already had two lollipops and was crying for another one! Douma told himself this would be the last time tonight he'd buy candy.

"Excuse me, sir?"

Feminine giggles caught his attention again. One of the women, only five feet in height, nervously walked closer to him. She held a fan that covered the lower half of her face. Her nervous fitters made the fan tremble.

"Is she your daughter? She's so cute!" Another woman, who was nearly as tall as Douma, walked close to his side. Her hand reached out to the toddler, hesitantly stroking her hair.

Douma grit his teeth. He couldn't make a scene. "Yes, she is. I know she'll grow to be more beautiful than you!" His snide comment caught them off guard, but they were persistent.

"Oh...yeah, of course! Where is her mother, though?" Three more women joined the small group, all in awe at the little girl and her candy. They were all after one thing, though.

Surrounding men began to grow jealous that Douma would taking away all of the attention. Make no mistake, he loved attention, but now was not the right time. He had no desire for it.

"She's not with us anymore," the truth, technically. "If you'll excuse me, my daughter is hungry—"

Douma didn't realize someone snuck up behind him. Y/N was promptly snatched from his arms in a heartbeat. Both her lollipop and new doll fell, becoming dirty and ruined from touching the ground.

"Awe! Look how cute she is, guys!" The girl who first approached Douma had taken Y/N. She bounced the child on her hip, ignoring the bloodcurdling screams and cries.

He felt his smile drop and eyes twitch. They passed Y/N around like she was some kind of toy. His face became blank the louder her screams got.

In an instant, he forced himself to smile again.

"Thank you," Douma didn't care about the resonating gasps as he forced Y/N out of their grasp. "I really appreciate the compliments. We'll be going now, have a lovely night!"

When he was away from their glares and awful mouths, Douma looked at Y/N in his arms. She was visibly upset about losing her candy more than doll, surprisingly. He heard her stomach grumble, and shared a genuine smile.

"Come, let's get you something to eat."

He'd return at a later date to have a word with those awful people.