Pain. The only feeling out of all other feelings in the world that Muzan inflicted upon mere innocent beings. But at this moment in time, he was the one that had pain inflicted on him and his now fragile form. The man before him showing no mercy in his actions as the demon king is on his knees, eyes wide as he feared the tears that welled up within his eyes, urging to explode down his cheeks.
But no, he couldn't be such a coward as he faced the world's strongest demon slayer, Yoriichi Tsugikuni. He refused to show such weakness, his eyebrows furrowing deeply, teeth baring as he looked down, disobeying his mind's urges to make him collapse down to the damp ground of nature.
"You're pathetic," came the long haired slayer's voice, deep and dripping with such a venomous tone it caused a chill to shoot down Muzan's spine and through his body, his heart beating faster, his mind overwhelming his body, forcing him to flick intensely through forms from how crowded his emotions and thoughts were laid out inside.
The surroundings around them were dark and awfully quiet, as silence hung heavy in the atmosphere, the only thing breaking it being the cool breeze that blew past, pushing both men's hair to the side. Suddenly, Yoriichi's eyes widen at Muzan's form. It was... shaking? His shoulders were bobbing up and down, in an either angry or 'I'm sobbing right now' way, or both.
Guilt and sympathy kind of flashed through the taller one's body, until he snapped back, raising his nichirin sword as he was about to officially kill the beast that caused havoc every night non stop. But, his mind stopped him, his hands shaking slightly as he tightened his grip, Yoriichi eventually sighing to himself and slipping his sword back into its sheath, looking down at the trembling demon before him.
Muzan couldn't help the tears that forced their way out his eyes and down his cheeks, shooting to the floor without a sound, the king mumbling words Yoriichi couldn't quite understand. "Speak up," stated the stern man, looking down at Muzan with a cautious gaze, his eyes narrowing and his hand flying back to grip his sword's handle for if Muzan was planning to surprise attack him.
"I'm... I'm sorry... I wanted to live, not become a demon..." Muzan's voice was slightly higher, although it was kind of inaudible, Yoriichi still picked it up though, a small gasp came loose as his eyes widened in pure shock, his hand falling down to his side, forming a fist as he waited for the demon to elaborate, although it wasn't necessary. Yoriichi didn't care for explanation.
Two fingers met the bridge of the slayer's nose, before he went and held out a hand towards Muzan, his mind cursing at him continuously for helping his biggest enemy in the whole universe. He knew it was wrong, helping the demon king while he'd go out and mercilessly end pitiful, lowly demons' lives. Why couldn't he do the same with Muzan while he was so vulnerable? The man was no better than a regular demon.
As he trembled, Muzan looked up, his eyes gazing at the man in front of him, his lips parted as he looks down at Yoriichi's hand, hesitant to take it. Now wasn't the time for hesitation, as the sun would soon start coming up, meaning Muzan would have to hide away for the day. Tightening his lips, the demon king takes the hand held out before him, dragging himself up, stumbling slightly from being on the floor for so long.
"God, you took forever. I thought I'd have died before you allowed me to help you up," picking Muzan up like a baby he was about to rock to sleep, Yoriichi dashes through the forest, dodging trees and branches by mere inches, making it to his home on the edge of a forest and next to a path that lead to a village. His house was quite large, as he was the greatest slayer in history, with a smaller addition to the side of it, which was a small cabin Yoriichi used as a training but also relaxing little conservatory to enjoy cool air while staying inside. He'd open his windows, but he just couldn't be bothered to do such small things, oddly enough.
Setting Muzan on a pillow in front of a small wooden table once inside the home, the redhead sighs to himself. What was I thinking, he thought, heading to the kitchen to make himself a coffee, to help himself think about what motivated him to help his biggest enemy in the whole universe.
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Our Bodies Collide // Yoriizan
Fanfictionyoriichi x muzan bc my life sucks. SMUT WARNING!!! Idk what else to put as description, other warnings when u open it