A Pretty Face (KNY x Reader Fanfic)

Chapter 20

It was hard for her to move, let alone open her eyes.

"Is forty years of sleep not enough for you?"

Ah, she knew his voice. Y/N used to be terrified of him when she was younger. There were days where he'd stop by her house in the middle of the night. He would always harshly command her to sit still as he collected a small tube of her blood.

"Forty, you said?" Upon finally opening her eyes, Y/N turned her head to where he stood. His back was to her, preoccupied with assorting different bottles and items. "What year is it?" She asked, taking a moment to gauge her surroundings. Everything was bathed in a soft orange and yellow light.

"1908. We're in the Taisho era." Muzan replied, holding something up to the light. The red liquid seemed to be moving throughout the vial, swirling into different shades of black, red and pink.

He then unscrewed the top, and let a few drops fall onto a slider. Then, he took another vial of similar contents. As each different type of blood mixed together, something fascinating happened.

The blood cells simply exploded, not even leaving one drop behind.

"Hemolysis...or something similar of a diagnosis. Something hypotonic, perhaps?" While not necessarily talking to anyone in particular, he was referring to Y/N in some way. She leaned forward, curious.

"If I were to mix this with another human's blood," a third vial was then taken, drops mixed with Y/N's own blood. "It completely purifies it! How amazing is that?" Total fascination had Muzan by the throat. He couldn't take his eyes off of the mixture.

The human's blood had been poisoned with cancer. There was no cure for such a dreadful thing. When Y/N's blood touched theirs, every last cancer cell withered and died.

A remarkable feat for mankind.

"I'm also intrigued how I cannot read your thoughts, considering my blood is the reason why we are in this current predicament." There was a slight hint of sarcasm in his tone. What reason what he have to be so enamored?

"I'm not a demon. You, of all people, should have come to that conclusion." Y/N snapped, frustrated as she wanted nothing more than to get out of the Infinity Fortress.

She was very familiar with this place. Here was where her entire life began. Douma insisted her mother died naturally, but Y/N always had a lingering suspicion that he a part in it.

There was also something she would think about during her darkest moments. Y/N's last night in the Rashomon Riverbank and her encounter with Douma by the docks. He mentioned how her mother had promised Y/N to him.

How would she get the secret out of him?

"Shut up. Do not test my patience, Y/N."

Her heart stuttered when the sound of Nakime's biwa rang. In a split second, the surroundings changed. No longer was she bathed in the soft yellow and orange, but rather teleported into a room of darkness she was unfamiliar with.

Y/N was used to being secluded in the dark. After spending most of her life held in captivity, it became easier to make out shapes and objects shrouded in black. Her fingers gently waved out in front, careful to not bump into anything dangerous.

Just faintly was the sound of someone else's breathing. Slow inhales and exhales as if they were calm and unaware. They must have been sleeping.

Where was the door, if there even was one? Y/N kept slowly shuffling forward in an attempt to find a wall, but the room seemed to keep stretching. It was all in her imagination, of course, but still.

Something wet and warm touched her knee. After so many years of being accustomed to the sensation, Y/N simply swallowed down whatever disgust she felt. Luckily, nothing came up.

When was the last time she had eaten, anyway?

That was when Y/N realized there was no door at all. This was a room where one could only be teleported into. Was this her punishment?

"Is it my birthday today?"

Ah.

His voice was soft, yet held amusement as if he had something planned. Standing up, Y/N braced herself for any kind of impact.

"To be presented with such a pretty face...am I finally being shown some luck in this fucked up world?" Finally standing to his full height, he towered over Y/N. She still couldn't make herself turn around.

"Gyutaro...how do I get out of here?" A cold hand, rough with callouses and scars, settled on her shoulder.

"Don't tell me you're only thinking of yourself..." his hand squeezed her shoulder, tightening when she flinched. "Aren't you gonna turn around and say hello to me? You're hurting my feelings."

Slowly, as if he would strike, Y/N turned around. Lights suddenly flickered from above, turning the dark room into a flurry of colors. The walls were painted in different shades of pink and yellow. This was a geisha room.

Y/N wanted to cry.

His beautiful blue eyes were now sickly yellow. Their color reminded her of snakes. And then, she felt her bottom lip tremble upon seeing the phrase etched into them.

Teeth sharp as blades were smiling back at her. The ends of his hair were a putrid green, transitioned from his normal black. No longer was his skin a normal shade, but rather a dull grey that matched his startling eyes.

Oh, and there was no way she could ignore the bony waist.

"I'm even uglier than before, aren't I?" Gyutaro teased, poking Y/N's nose playfully.

He only wanted to make her smile, but it was disappointing how she could only shake and remained tight lipped. The fear that was present in her eyes made Gyutaro halt.

"Can you at least apologize for leaving me? Do you not realize the extent of the damage you did to both me and Daki?" His playful nature was gone. Now was the time for seriousness.

"Cutting off fingers isn't normal..." she grit her teeth, shoving his hand off of her. "It's you who should apologize. You're—"

"—I'm what? Go on, Y/N. I wont be upset."

Her anger was about to boil over.

Yet, Y/N didn't have it in her to say anything hurtful. The last time she had seen Gyutaro, terrible things had been said to his sister. She couldn't bear to see the pain on his face if she were to let loose.

"...You're not the same. That's all I have to say."

She looked down towards her feet, somewhat regretting her words. Well, they were true anyway.

"None of this would have happened if you stayed. Do you not realize that?" Gyutaro ignored the way she narrowed her eyes. "You could have saved Daki...saved me. Instead, you just fucking left us!"

His frame towered and shadowed hers. When her back hit the wall, there was nowhere else she could turn to. Looking around, the broken and bloodied body parts were now visible and apparent. Would that be Y/N's fate?

"I'm sorry!" Y/N wailed, covering her face. "What else do you want me to say?!"

Gyutaro had the perfect answer for her.

"I want you to tell me how you feel. Or at least, how you felt. Do you care about me at all like how I do for you?"