A Pretty Face (KNY x Reader Fanfic)

Chapter 25

"Do you tend to dream of dark voids so often?"

His voice was full of fake emotion. False joy. It was if he wasn't even speaking to you, but rather someone else. Light fog swirled around your feet, stretching into the infinite dark mass all around you.

"Yeah. Ever since that one night where I cursed myself." You answered, looking behind you to see the spiky blond hair and rainbow eyes you grew up accustomed to.

"Cursed yourself? Whatever could you mean?" Around your being, you heard his voice echo loudly and drift off into nothingness. His smile made his eyes narrow.

You rolled your eyes, feeling stupid all over again.

"My last night as a mortal, remember? You braided my hair before leaving for a good while." Back then, his fingers were like ghostly touches against your nape. You frowned thinking back on it.

Douma's smile faltered, but immediately returned to normal.

"Oh, I see. What did you do?"

Staring back at him, you raised an eyebrow. He should have known this already. Lord Muzan had already questioned you about it several times.

"My blood. By drinking it deliberately, my cells will infinitely heal themselves. They never change or age." Douma looked surprised, but then masked it quickly.

"So you have the perks of being somewhat immortal, but yet are still mostly human?"

"...Yes? You've been told this a thousand times, Douma."

Maybe this was his way of teasing you. He was always like that anyway. To this day, you still couldn't tell if he ever shed true emotions. The sharp and uncanny glint in his eyes startled you.

Walking around you in slow paced circles, his arm kept extending out to you, as if he wanted to feel your skin. Before he would make contact, he'd recoil as if burnt.

"And why does your blood burn demons? How did you become this way?" There was something in his voice that wasn't like him. You grew worried.

"Ah...I don't know about the first part," you said, and Douma nodded. "And don't you...remember? You and my mother—"

Daki's voice echoed through the void. It stirred up the fog with it rising to your torso. While she wasn't screaming or whining, you could tell her words were voiced slow and calm.

Your attention was then again interrupted as Douma tapped against your forehead. You hadn't noticed him drawing so close to you.

"And what? Tell me, won't you?" His finger tapped harder against the thin layer of skin, nearly piercing it.

Growing increasingly uncomfortable, you swatted at his arm.

"You...raised me. After killing my mother." For the first time, you saw an obvious flash of emotion.

Shock.

Again, you heard Daki's voice pierce the void and make the fog swirl upwards. She said your name, but you couldn't catch what was said.

"Oh, I see." Was all Douma replied with.

He blinked, and then sighed.

"Enmu, we're done here."

Douma disappeared into a cloud of fog, and then you felt the usual cold gust of air that came along with it. Your eyes began to burn. The scenery then changed.

It was dark, but you were no longer in the void of dreams. Just barely, you could feel someone touching your hair. They were whispering to themselves. Your head shifted to the side, away from them.