Our Bodies Collide // Yoriizan

Chapter Eight

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The time was unknown to both Muzan and Yoriichi, the pair snuggled tightly together in bed after their lustful experience last night, Yoriichi spooning Muzan as he breathed in the surprisingly lush vanilla scent of his hair. It was surprising because you wouldn't have guessed the demon king himself washed his hair with vanilla shampoo, let alone wash it at all, but it wasn't only his hair but his entire body that smelled of vanilla. A heavenly smell.

One last deep inhale of that scent could send the slayer to the clouds, as he rethinks of everything he had been planning, sighing to himself softly before checking the time on the large grandfather clock that rested neatly against the wall next to the bed. Hm, 9AM. As of now, Yoriichi didn't really need to do anything, probably other than get him and his dear doll in the bath to wash off all the sticky residue the pair had released, Yoriichi mostly inside Muzan, and Muzan mostly on himself. Poor demon king.

Pushing himself off the bed, arms slipping away from around his partner's, the redhead got up, giving Muzan one last glance over, smiling almost evilly to himself, before walking away. Just you wait, dear old Muzan, Yoriichi thought to himself, walking over to his dresser and opening a drawer that contained a rolled up, ancient looking large piece of paper, taking his time to take in all the words and details, softly chuckling to himself before rolling it back up, gently slipping it back into its 'case'.

Once it was safely concealed in the depths of his drawer, Yoriichi looked back over at Muzan, who was now sprawled out across the bed, his face showing he forced himself to sleep, even if he couldn't. Letting out a chuckle, the redhead shook his head before making his way to the bathroom, starting the shower with hot water, letting it run for a minute before stepping under, the warmth trickling down his back and soaking his hair.

Ten minutes later, Yoriichi finishes his shower and is now approaching the kitchen. While Muzan was asleep, the slayer thought it would be nice to make his 'lover' a nice meal to start the day off, but it would be really, really hard. The thing with Muzan was he wouldn't eat anything other than humans, blood or anything that comes from a human, even a heart. Meanwhile, Yoriichi only had... well, human food in his kitchen, so what could he make?

It took around half an hour to cook something that hopefully Muzan would eat, which was just the right amount of time as the ravenette came marching down the hallway in search of the man he slept with. A strong scent of meat with a glass of red wine blew up his nose like a sharp blade as soon as the demon stepped foot into the kitchen, where he found Yoriichi, leaning against the wooden counter, sighing to himself.

"Ah, you're awake," came the redhead's voice, giving Muzan a slightly jump awake as he processes for a second what was going on before replying with a shrug and a small nod. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make Yoriichi flick his head with frustration, expecting a more polite, worded reply rather than a silly shrug. "I made you food, eat up because we've got a long day ahead." After, Yoriichi made his way past Muzan, giving the paler man a smirk and a pat on the shoulder, heading to the bedroom to do whatever.

While Muzan was left alone, he stared at the food, narrowing his eyes and furrowing his brows. There was no way he'd eat whatever this shit is. If it wasn't human, he wasn't eating it, nor drinking the pathetic replacement of blood. Sure, it could fool any other demon, but be real. Trick Muzan? That would be a once in ten lifetimes event. Maybe even more! No one has ever tricked Muzan, or... has someone? Anyway, the King closed his eyes for a moment, turning and heading to the boarded up window in the living room, imagining what outside could look like right now. Would it be sunny? Maybe cloudy, or rainy? What if it was sunny and rainy? Maybe all three? Would it be beautiful? Or what Muzan hasn't been begging to see his entire existence as a demon?

As his hand reached slowly up to one of the wooden planks, it hesitates before gripping the edge of the top plank, Muzan taking a deep breath before ripping it off, ducking quickly down and hiding himself from the large strip of sunlight he'd just let through. Just... just one look, thought the demon, before slowly spinning onto his knees, slim fingers gripping the bottom plank, as he slowly rose, eyes dazzling with anticipation and excitement. This was it, the exact moment Muzan had been waiting for.

Yoriichi walked back into the kitchen, looking around for the stupid demon, a confused look twisting onto his face. Where'd Muzan go? Walking slowly back out and into the living room, a sense of angered surged through him. He'd thought about how Muzan could've escaped, or managed to teleport back to the Infinity Castle somehow. But as soon as he barged into the living room, his eyes landed on the prey he'd been determined to hunt down, his eyes widening as he went blank. After a minute, Yoriichi realises what the demon was trying to do and sprinted towards him, gripping his hair and dragging him to the side, grabbing the wooden plank that had been ripped off and slipping it back on, balancing it on the middle one.

Glaring down at the man on the floor, the slayer curled his hands into fists, letting out a loud grunt, crouching down to Muzan's height as he kneeled on the floor. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You could've died for crying out loud!" Yoriichi yelled, kind of shocking Muzan. The king hadn't seen someone so... angry before. Especially not Yoriichi. Yes, he did yell when they fought, but this one was different. It wasn't a yell of anger and determination to kill the man, no. It was one of care and... love? Whatever it was, it wasn't one overpowered by anger, which surprised Muzan.

Looking down, the ravenette neatly folded his hands in his lap, letting out a soft hum of agreement, lowering his head further. "My apologies... I just wanted to see what the outside looked like," he mumbled, looking up at Yoriichi with sorrow in his eyes, "I didn't think about what could happen in the excitement of the moment. I'd give anything to see the sun." His voice was low, almost slightly scared too. The only reason Muzan was acting so obedient and puppy-like was because he feared the power of Yoriichi, and his ability to swipe his head clean off his body. That's why he never argued or chelped back.*

"Whatever." Came the reply, Yoriichi standing up and giving Muzan one last stare as be thought for a moment, before nodding mostly to himself as he spun on his heels, walking towards the exit. The only thing on Yoriichi's mind now was going out and finding someone to kill so that Muzan wouldn't have to starve himself for days on end probably. Even if it was one human, it would still be able to last Muzan hopefully up to a month. If not, maybe two would suit. Anything to keep Muzan alive until Yoriichi was done playing dolls.

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If y'all didn't catch on, there were some smalll spoilers for how I'm going to end the fanfic once I've finished everything I've planned on doing !! There will also be a few smaller spoilers throughout, but not too many!!! I don't want to give away the ending before it actually comes to that part!😭