❝ 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹,, ❞
- in which, a young girl by the name of y/n is desperate to prove she's not just a damsel in distress .. but ends up making women and men alike want to save her.
❝ 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗴𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗶...
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"Ubuyashiki has acquired L/N."
"Ah, Muzan-sama! You're still on about that girl?"
"Douma, shut your mouth whilst our Master speaks."
"Ohoho, I wonder how her head would look in one of my fabulous pots!"
"Silence!"
A deadly calm sweeps over the room at the man's command, interrupted only by the sound of crashing glass. A viscous, emerald liquid spills from the broken vial, and the brunette grits his teeth in fury.
"Shut your filthy mouth, Akasa, before I slice it off of you." He orders, and the demon immediately prostrates himself and closes his eyes.
"Yes, my lord," he whispers, clenching pale fists. A moment of solid, thin silence prolongs, until Muzan sighs and picks up another flask, pouring a aqueous, emerald substance into it.
"Find the girl. I will annihilate all of you if you fail. The boy with the hanafuda earrings and the girl. "
"Ah, my lord, this seems to stem from the spider lily! Do you perhaps have feelings for her?" The blonde chirps , opening his iridescent eyes. They shine like pearls underwater, a terrible and tempting treasure - the carving the only disruption to their flawless glow - upper moon two.
"Douma, I will rip your eye out of its socket if you do not do as I say." Muzan lilts, voice a rhythmic warning. Despite its even pace and flowing accent, it still proved to be the most threatening thing in the room. Muzan- Master Muzan, the clear leader of the orchestra of horrors that kneel before him, had eyes like a snake, the deep crimson resembling deception itself, the very picture of sin.
"Ohoho! The tense atmosphere! The angry look on Akasa's face! This is a perfect piece of art!" The potted demon cackles, squirming grotesquely in its patterned container. Its face is disfigured and mutilated, even for a demon, and matches the same carvings.
"Ah, Akasa-dono!~ You really shouldn't be so cold to me! I'm your fellow colleague, y'know! It'd make me really happy if we got along!" Douma chirps, closing the captivating eyes he owned, the lashes so blond they seemed transparent.
Suddenly, Douma's face erupts in a mess of gore and blood on Akasa's fist. The demon responsible's neon yellow eyes narrow in annoyance, and he rips his fist out of the mans face, causing more blood to spread. The demons watching are passive, as if this were a normal occurrence.
The being which held the menacing title of 'upper moon one' was holding a blade tight in his hands, and cleaning it with the left side of his robe.
"Understood, Master. I won't fail." he speaks, voice blank and almost tired. His several eyes dart over the fighting pair as if scrutinizing them with his sight.
And then, abruptly, the sound of the two bickering and one musical burst of laughter were no more, as if evaporating into thin air with the high pitched twang of a biwa.
Thus began your twisted game of hide and seek.
"If they don't find L/N," Muzan whispers, titling his head. The gesture that was so innocent and curious contrasted so greatly with his next statement. It was spoken so coldly an uncomfortable shiver scratched across Nakime's spine, and the one eye she had snapped open, revealing her own engraving.
"I'll kill them. Every last one."
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|| TAISHO ERA SECRET !
|| Tanjiro was found rifling through Shinobu's medicinal herbs today, and refuses to give an answer why when questioned. How odd.
Since this was a very short chapter, there'll be a short bonus!
"Kanao, did you feel that chill right now?" You mumble, huddling your uniform against yourself as you shudder. She shakes her head, and you sigh.
"A lot of weird things have been happening lately..." you hum, thinking back to the strange dreams and your friends odd behaviour. "Ah, I'm sure it's nothing! Kanao, how many stretches with the boulder are you on?"
"2208."
"Ehh!? I'm only on my fourth!"
"I'll help you do them," she smiles, and you take a moment to process her words. You remember the other boys complaining about how rough the three children were, and since Kanao-chan was more skilled, she could only be worse!
