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➤【 yandere kny x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a girl is overtaken with the desire to be the best and overcome any obstacle - human or demon - that stands in her way, unknowingly attracting said o...
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「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀 𝑺𝑰𝑿 」 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐋 𝐋 𝐄 𝐂 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍
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"Oi, Biwa lady," (Y/N) scowled down at Nakime, her hands on her hips and her back hunched ever so slightly so she could glare at the demoness. "Let me out of this fucking Fortress right now and I maybe won't rip your damn head off."
Nakime didn't respond
Before (Y/N) could make do on her claims, Gyutaro approached her and stated, "It's no use talking to her. The only commands she ever responds to are those from Muzan-sama."
(Y/N) growled lowly, collapsing to floor in a seated position to stare at Nakime, her (E/C) eyes alit with vexation that couldn't be quelled unless she was given exactly what she wanted. Eventually, Gyutaro sat next to her, he having been the one to volunteer to stay behind with her instead of Akaza that time, something Muzan allowed.
Akaza hadn't been happy.
But he obeyed Muzan, nonetheless.
"I need to do something, dammit... the hell does that motherfucker think I do all day?" She muttered in reference to Muzan, continuing to gripe to the two demons as she threw her hands up in the air. "It's fucking boring just sitting on my ass for hours!"
"You don't train?" Gyutaro rasped.
"Of course I do, ya mantis!" She snapped, her words however not affecting him in the slightest. "But even that gets boring after a while..." With silence descending upon them, she began to run her hand through her hair, scowling once more when it caught in tangles that she couldn't brush out, then exclaiming, "Oi, Biwa lady, get me a brush or something."
A twang of the instrument.
A brush appeared.
"What's that?" Gyutaro questioned with intrigue as he leaned forward, surprising (Y/N) whom was beginning to use it.
"You don't know what a brush is?"
"No... I don't think I was able to ever afford something like that..." he muttered, his mind wandering when thinking about all of the times that he had noticed his sister's neat and tidy hair compared to his own, wondering if this brush was the reason for such a thing. "And such a useless tool to me now as a demon serves no purpose."
(Y/N) rolled her eyes as she finished brushing out the few knots that she had—making sure her hair didn't frizz or remain untamable—and scooted closer to Gyutaro, forcing his head to still so she could undo the small, half ponytail that he had tied up. His body tensed at her touch, still not used to it even after she had suddenly given him a hug the previous day. He practically melted, though, with each slow brush through his hair, especially since (Y/N) made sure that she didn't yank too hard on certain knots.
