kokushibo lay in bed at night, thinking about whatever his mind wanders to. his mind then comes to a conclusion: who am i? really? who? i don't know, I've been under his command for years, so much so that all i know how to do is follow orders, nothing else. i only live to serve, its my only purpose. i am really just a cheap imitation of everyone stronger than me, which is almost everyone. if i didn't push myself past my limits, I'd be dead. kokushibo's mind ran wild at the thought of not knowing your own self. he started to shake and silently cry, as to not wake the man beside him. he stood up and walked out of the room. he walked to the bathroom that was near his room, not muzans (which he was just in). kokushibo took out his katana. 1,2,3 there is no hope left. 4,5,6 i live to serve. 28,29,30 i have no meaning. 70,71,72 life is just a cheap imitation of death. 124,125,126 we love to make ourselves feel worth something. 162,163,164 we are all just weak, pretending to be strong. 599,600,601 everything is meant to make us feel pain, it is just the way it was designed. 609,610,611 i have nothing to hang onto. kokushibo's regeneration was slow, mostly because he turned it off. something most demons couldent really do unless they tried really hard. muzan awoke to the feeling of rolling over without bumping into his husband. something was wrong, terribly, horribly, wrong . muzan got up and ran out of the room in search of kokushibo. he went to the bathroom. not there. he went to the bathroom near kokushibo's room. "MY GOD! WHAT HAPPEND TO YOU!?" muzan practicaly screamed
"NAKIME! TAKE US BACK TO MY OFFICE" muzan orderd to the biwa demon named nakime. nakime agreed and teleported them to muzan's office. once they were there, muzan got to work. he bandaged the unconscious kokushibo, in hopes to stop the bleeding that kokushibo could have easily regenerated if he wanted to. thats it! he didnt want to. he must be going through something, muzan isnt sure what, but something.
hi author-sama here :3 i have come to deprive you of kokuzan! >:3 so enjoy your time! i might post tommorow, or i might ditch the story! you'll never know! the only way to summon me to write kokuzan is to say 'fortnite is gay' 5 times and then offer arson to me in chat
goodbye my pookies :3
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Fanfictionthe story in which kokushibo is going through a mental crises and muzan has to help him
