𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

十六

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑰𝑿𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵 」
𝐄 𝐍 𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐌 𝐄 𝐍 𝐓

꧁꧂

    "Honestly, the only reason I am going to continue coming after you is because you made that piece of shit, Douma," (Y/N) explained with a rather lackluster shrug of her shoulders, she and Muzan now pacing around each other in the middle of the empty streets, people instantly having run from them when seeing how they fought each other. "Why you ever thought that was good damn idea, I have no fucking clue."

"Are you always this crude?" Muzan sneered down at her, his hands bared at his sides as if just itching to rip her entire body to shreds.

"Yes," she answered unabashedly as she rushed forward with her katana drawn, easing from Recovery Breathing to Explosive Breathing in quick succession, pushing her body to the max no matter how much it ached at her to stop, knowing that if she didn't, Muzan would more than likely kill her. "When it comes to bitch-asses like you, why the hell would I act polite!?"

Muzan sidestepped her slice and used a horizontal kick to her stomach that forced her backwards quite a bit, blood spewing from her lips however her resolve not wavering as she picked herself back up again. She used her explosions to whip herself out of his range of attack whenever she saw it coming, then using that momentum to cut down on him, something that irritated him to no end. What was more, whenever he felt as if he had finally had a grip on her movements, she would do something even more sporadic that he wouldn't expect.

He wanted to kill her.

Quickly.

But like an annoying fly, she just buzzed around him without him able to swat her down.

"What's wrong, huh!?" (Y/N) screeched as she plunged her sword through one of his several hearts, her lips parted into a large grin that showed all of her teeth, the blood dripping down her temple only adding to the sinister affect. "Aggravated you can't kill me!? Pissed off by my presence!? Now you know how every single human feels about your existence, Kibutsuji-fucking-Muzan!"

    "Silence, you stupid human," he scowled, his red eyes flaring as the veins scrawling his skin multiplied.

    Gritting her teeth, her eyes narrowed.

    Even though I act like this...

    I'm getting tired.

    Can I even last five minutes longer? My arms feel as if they're about to fall off...

    (Y/N) shook off such doubts and readjusted her grip on her sword so that she brought the blade up, slicing completely through his shoulder and separating it from the rest of his chest. Unfortunately, he healed just as quickly, moving as if such a fatal wound hadn't even bothered him. But that was enough for him to gain the chance to stab his arm through her flesh, only inches from her with his hand raised in a sharp weapon and his eyes flashing with thirst for her blood.