𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

七十七

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵 」
𝐂 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐀 𝐋

꧁꧂

    "You know..." (Y/N) drawled as she stared down at Kokushibo, the man on his knees with his katana on the ground beside him, her foot on his leg while a rather vicious smirk settled itself on her lips. "...I think I like you in this position, Upper One. Why don't you continue to stay down."

    Just a few moments ago, the two had been battling after he had returned from the mission that Muzan had sent him out on, (Y/N) demanding that they fight and he obeying. Of course, over the course of the match, it was clear that she was gaining more and more strength and speed as she adjusted to her demonic form. Her movements were lithe, almost as if she were moving fluidly through water. What was more, with her access to the Transparent World and her bloodlust satiated so that her presence was but a mere flicker to an opponent, she was a lethal weapon.

    One that Kokushibo reveled in fighting.

    But with one strike that knocked his sword from his hand and made him fall to his knees, he looked up to find her own weapon pointed at his throat.

    He had lost.

    He despised losing.

    Yet losing to (Y/N) wasn't of concern to him.

    (Y/N) scoffed when Kokushibo hadn't moved to negate her claims like she had expected, laughing out, "You even obey like a loyal dog."

    Kokushibo didn't say anything, however from the way he felt his heart palpitate with longing, he knew that she affected him greatly. What was more, the longer she remained a demon, the more her deepest destructive and chaotic nature was revealed, leaving her even more remorseless and callous than usual. He didn't despise such a transformation, no.

    He was enthralled by it.

    Sheathing his sword, Kokushibo let out a slow exhale of breath whilst closing his eyes, knowing that if he continued to let (Y/N) do as she pleased much longer, he didn't know if he would be able to control himself. After weeks of denying the urges within him that told him to completely claim her as his own, he knew he was close to snapping. If she kept provoking him like the way she did just then, he wouldn't be able to stop.

    "Hey, shit-face," Akaza stalked closer to Kokushibo with a scowl on his face, his bright yellow eyes burning dangerously in the overhead lights. "The hell do you think you're doing?"

    "Watch... your tone, Akaza," Kokushibo stared down at the demon with no emotion.

    "Then answer my question."