Our Bodies Collide // Yoriizan

Chapter Two

TW: emetophobia (little-ish detail) & a small amount of blood (vomit)!

Btw, there is also slightly small detail of the gagging & stuff when one of them is vomiting.. guess who 😛

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It was already pretty far into the day, Muzan having stayed up all night and Yoriichi forcing the poor demon to sleep chained to a wall so he wouldn't attempt to escape or anything, the redhead sleeping nearby on the floor. Obviously, he had a blanket to cover his large frame, and a pillow from his bed, as well as his nichirin sword being hugged tightly by the slayer.

At this moment in time, the pair of them were sat down at the low wooden table, coffee in front of Yoriichi and blood red wine for Muzan. Even if it didn't taste or exactly smell like blood, the king supposed it would have to do, as it looked like blood enough for someone to think it is.

"So," Muzan started, not looking up to make eye contact with the male across from him and staring down at his untouched wine glass, "what do you plan on doing with me?" Staring directly at the ravenette, Yoriichi sighed to himself, closing his eyes and folding his hands before looking back up, giving a soft smile. He wasn't sure himself, but he'd figure something out.

"You'll just have to wait and see," and that was the end of the conversation, if it was considered one, anyway. Now, an awkward, deadly silence hung in the air, the sudden sound of Muzan taking the glass in hand and sipping from it filling the hollow room. A look of disgust formed on the demon's face, as he clicked his tongue and twitched his head to the side, placing the wine back down, sticking his tongue out for a second so the taste could soften down.

It tasted revolting. Who would drink that stuff? All it tasted of was medicine mixed with toothpaste, to Muzan. It made his stomach gurgle and churn, as he makes an 'ick' sound in the back of his throat with spit, swallowing it back down before harshly scraping his tongue against his top teeth and fangs, at least trying to get rid of some of the taste, if not all.

Getting up, a low rumble echoed from Muzan's stomach, the demon king realising that he hadn't eaten for a while now. The last time he ate something or someone was maybe two to four days at max. Now, something was bubbling up, the king legging it to the bathroom, slamming the door shut as he launched to the toilet, gagging as his stomach did backflips. Yoriichi had followed behind swiftly, pushing the door open and just kind of watching from the doorway.

Muzan hurled, gagged, a few loads of an oddly coloured vomit spewing out, rushing into the toilet bowl, with plops and a weird slushy sound as it all collided together. This was the first time the ravenette had experienced something like this, his lungs denying access to oxygen as his stomach churned, throat drying up as vomit ran up it, collecting every bit of saliva and moist on its way.

Without a second thought, the demon slayer who was stood watching walked over to the hurling demon, hesitating before softly gathering loose pieces of hair, bringing it behind the demon's ears as the smell was a mix of God knows what, probably blood and flesh from multiple beings. Disgusting to the precious nostrils of the slayer. But, he had to help the demon, even if he didn't really want to and his brain made him.

Vomit kept being hurled up by the king as he started to struggle to breathe, the sound of squelching making Yoriichi himself want to throw up at the disgusting sounds that echoed throughout the room. Whatever, the redhead would just have to put up with it until the ravenette finished vomiting his guts up to relax his now tensed self. God, why did throwing up have to be so... unbearable! It was like nails on a chalkboard, but ten times more painful to hear.

"G-gah! H-huuh..." Muzan coughed up more vomit, trying to catch his breath at the same time, his throat forcing out more gargles and threatening to throw more vomit his way.

After what seemed like forever to the both of them, but in reality was at least twenty minutes, Muzan was now sat next to the sink, Yoriichi dampening a cloth nearby and crouching down to wipe the demon's mouth and parts of his hair that little spots of vomit managed to cling onto. The slayer sighed to himself, gripping Muzan's chin tightly and with enough force to bruise it, wiping aggressively at the man's pale face.

"God, why can't you just... not vomit as a demon?" Stress was quite clearly getting to Yoriichi, Muzan just giving him a look that said 'oh shut up and get on with cleaning, I'm getting impatient' as he relaxed his shoulders, even though deep inside his heart was pounding, knowing that whenever Yoriichi felt like it, he could have Muzan's head hanging from his wall like a decoration within seconds. Although, you haven't shown any signs of doing so yet, so Muzan tried to act a little more normal, like he was an actual human being.

Soon, Yoriichi finished fully cleaning off the vomit, cleaning the toilet vomit-free too, going to throw the cloth, as vomit was quite hard to clean, especially if it was a weird... burgundy? Dark red? Crimson? Burgundy dark red crimson? Whatever colour it was type of vomit. Muzan had situated himself in Yoriichi's living room, just staring at the floor as he had his legs crossed, leaning his body back as his hands gripped his folded legs like a grapple hook, making sure he didn't go flying back. This room smelled nice, like a fresh, warm, sunny summer's day. Like you could go outside, take a nice long breath and smile, knowing how good life was. But it wasn't. Oh, it most certainly wasn't for the demon king, being trapped in this hell whole of a building with his biggest enemy of all time.

But, was it really going to be Hell?

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Sorry this chapter was short, I usually am writing these at around 2-3AM, so I deeply apologise if these are short or bad or both. 😓

I'll try to write longer chapters and also try to write them during day time too, although I'm usually quite busy. Also, you can suggest things for further chapters too! Like fluff, angst, ect! Any requests will always be open, and I'll try to do them if I'm able to. <3