A Pretty Face (KNY x Reader Fanfic)

Chapter 19

Dawn would break in an hour.

Daki was lucky to receive the punishment she did, moreover the fact that Muzan didn't outright kill her. She laid quivering as she tried to tune out the pain of having her body ripped apart.

"Now then," Muzan turned back towards Gyutaro and Y/N, eyes narrowing at the way she was being held. "You're only going to suffocate her by holding her so tight. Step aside."

Gyutaro didn't want to. His thoughts were then read against his will. Instant pain made him flinch and release his hold on Y/N.

"Do I have to strike again for you to obey?"

Yes, he did. Another blow to his head made part of his skull collapse. Just barely was he able to maintain his balance even while sitting.

"Move."

Douma had to forcibly pry Gyutaro's hand off of her. Once he was separated, Muzan rolled up his sleeves to the elbows and let out of a sigh of frustration. This was a process he hated to endure.

His blood, more rich and powerful than any others, ran down the skin of his arm. Drops that landed in the dirt immediately disappeared and joined the earth. As her head was tilted back, lips slightly ajar, Douma felt himself panicking.

"Lord Muzan, surely you don't mean to turn her into a demon?" That question was a mistake he instantly recognized. Muzan sensed the emotion in his tone.

"What if I do? What are you going to do about it?" His smirk said everything that didn't need to be voiced. He had the power in his situation, not Douma. No one could defy him.

"I thought you didn't have emotions, so where is all this inner turmoil coming from?"

Douma couldn't answer that. His face then became a blank slate, harboring the fake smile he always had plastered. Was it disappointment he felt that he wouldn't be the one to turn her? Or was it the realization she would become something that she loathed?

"When this entire ordeal is over, we're going to have a small chat. Understand?" Muzan asked Douma.

He nodded, turning away as the blood went down Y/N's throat. It spilled from the side of her mouth, becoming wasted when not consumed. In order to make her swallow, Muzan did a method of readjusting her neck forward and backwards.

Daki called out for her brother once most of the pain subsided. He had no other choice but to stay by her side. There was no one else he felt comfortable standing next to except Y/N, but Muzan was currently preoccupied with her.

"...I'm sorry, Gyutaro," he looked at her in confusion. "I shouldn't have done that. I know how much you love her. I'm scared that you won't want me anymore if she were to stick around!" Her wails didn't want to make him comfort her. If anything, it just annoyed him.

"Daki, stop crying. You're a big girl; take care of yourself for once."

After finally regenerating her entire body, she was too exhausted to exhibit anger. No more tantrums for the time being. Although, her brother's words were not something he would normally say. Gyutaro always babied her when she was upset. What had changed?

Nothing had changed with Y/N. Copious amounts of Muzan's blood should have been running through her veins, yet she still remained a broken mess. Her chest barely rose and fell with each breath.

The frustration couldn't be more apparent on Muzan's face. When something didn't go his way, he couldn't stand it. She was supposed to be healing. There was absolutely no response whatsoever.