Our Bodies Collide // Yoriizan

Chapter Five

MAJOR TW!! Attempted r4p£ & sa!! If you're sensitive to this please skip ml (I'm so so so sorry if you are) :c

[ not my art btw ]

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The time was currently 11:24pm, the night after that event, and Muzan was wide awake, stood up in his female form. Usually, he'd only use that form if he was going to go out and hunt, or to lure pathetic weak men right into his trap. Tonight he was planning to do exactly that, except he'd make himself look weaker than he actually is, so he changed his eyes colour to a soft blue, before checking Yoriichi was asleep from when he went to bed earlier. Indeed he was, lying in the bed hugging a pillow. Pathetic, but cute, thought Muzan, before he left silently to go to a nearby village.

Walking through the surprisingly live area, Muzan looked for his victim carefully, not wanting to choose the wrong type of person he wanted. There were so many people that all gave off a weak aura, too weak of an aura for Muzan. But then, he found it. The exact type of person he was looking for. It was a man stood near an alleyway, his frame well built and his face as attractive as his body. With a smirk, Muzan walks gracefully over to the make, quickly contorting his face into one of helplessness and confusion.

"Excuse me, sir..." he began, the male looking over at Muzan with a slightly raised brow, his lips trembling as he stared into such beauty, "I seem to be lost, could you help?"

"Yes, yes of course, m'lady! Where is it you need to go? My name is Kazuminu by the way." A wide smile spread on the man's face, as he held a hand out for Muzan to hold. Little did Muzan know, things were about to get intense pretty quickly. A few minutes passed by already of just the two chit chatting away until Muzan looked carefully around, noticing he was most definitely not where he asked to go.

The demon let out a gasp as he was pushed against a nearby tree, Kazuminu grasping onto his — or 'her' — hands, a smirk visible as he gazed down towards the supposed female. Moving his hands firmly over every inch of Muzan's body, the king felt near enough paralysed as cold hands slipped under his kimono, making their way to his thighs as he just froze, unable to do anything.

Fuck! Why won't my body move?! he though to himself, yelling it in his mind as panic rose and overwhelmed the "female's" body, brows furrowing as he refused to let a single tear even threaten to bubble up and roll down his cheek. But if he didn't act now, would his assaulter go further? Leading to... God, Muzan didn't even want that idea to cross his mind, but it did. Every inch of his trembling body ached with desperation for freedom, for safety, for Yoriichi to come save him. Such stupid thoughts, but the ravenette hoped and prayed for the redhead to come and rescue him, mentally praying so hard his head may as well have exploded.

"You're a beauty, aren't you?" The man muttered, kneeling down but reaching his hands up to undo the kimono, doing it with care and tenderness, as if to savour every moment of it. Muzan tried to force his body to move, but the sudden act of the man overpowered his mind so much it was hard to, so he just instinctively gripped his kimono tightly, closing it and feeling his legs weaken. Please... please Yoriichi, save me, Muzan knew Yoriichi couldn't read his mind, nor get messages or signs from it, so he just stood there, squeezing his legs together as he looked away, a single tear now deciding to roll down his soft cheek. It was salty reaching the corner of his mouth, as more tears began to make their way down.

Snap. The sound of a twig snapping close by alarmed both Muzan and Kazuminu, the assaulting man suddenly looking around, but seeing nothing. Then, standing up, he gripped the woman's hair tightly, forcing 'her' head back and forth, demanding to know what the noise was. That was when it hit him, right in the ribcage, Muzan caught a glimpse of a nichirin sword's handle piercing into Kazuminu's ribs. It sent him flying, hitting a large tree and falling to the floor with the crunch of snow. Such an abrupt event left Muzan shaking, although he knew who it was. Or at least, had a rough idea on who it was.