botanical garden [ muzan x reader ]

32: orchid

Kokushibo stood before Muzan, his back turned to the man.

He had sensed his presence, but waited for further instructions to face him.

Kokushibo's long hair flew with the breeze, his six eyes wide with malice.

If any human saw Kokushibo, they'd surely be frozen with terror.

"Kokushibo." Muzan had a smirk on his face.

As if he knew something Kokushibo didn't.

"Face me." He demanded.

Kokushibo turned around to face the demon.

This was the first time in awhile the two of them were alone together since you were constantly by Muzan's side.

Even at the clinic, he was there with you conducting his own research in your laboratory.

"Muzan-sama, I have something to confess." Kokushibo started.

Muzan lifted an eyebrow in curiosity.

"What do you have to say?" Muzan asked.

Kokushibo looked at the man blankly, slightly on edge to say what he was wanting to say.

"I've known Y/n-sama before the war between her and the Hashira." Kokushibo said.

Muzan still kept that smirk on his face.

"Go on." He said.

"I've had sexual relations with her before you had turned me into a demon." Kokushibo confessed.

Muzan bursted into laughter, which was not what Kokushibo was expecting from him.

Kokushibo stood still as Muzan's laughter diminished. "You speak as if I wasn't aware of that."

"What?" Kokushibo said in disbelief.

There was no way Muzan would've known about you and Kokushibo unless you had told him.

Muzan covered his mouth as he tried to stifle his laughter at Kokushibo's ignorance.

"Why are you laughing?" Kokushibo asked, his eyes narrowing at the man before him.

In a blink of an eye, Muzan grabbed Kokushibo by his hair roughly, forcing him to kneel before him.

Muzan dug his index finger into Kokushibo's cranium, blood pooling out of the wound as his finger scrambled the frontal lobe of his brain, causing an intense discomfort and pain that made Kokushibo groan.

"You see here?" Muzan said, a sadistic smile on his face as he said "I can see all of your memories. Every secret hidden in each crevice is mine. I know everything."

Muzan's assertion of dominance was overwhelmingly painful for Kokushibo as he endured it the best he could.

Muzan's eyes were wide with ecstasy as Kokushibo's memory of being on top of you replayed in Muzan's mind vividly.

"I can see the look on your face when you realized she was thinking of me the entire time."

Kokushibo began to throw up blood from his brains being scrambled by Muzan's will.

Muzan removed his finger and looked down at the demon as he was trembling on all fours from the amount of pain he had endured.

"Why..." Kokushibo stumbled on his words as his wounds began to heal internally.

"Why didn't you say anything then? Why did you allow me around her?" Kokushibo demanded.

"I was waiting for her to confess her sins to me, but alas it never happened. Instead, you did. She still thinks it's a secret." He laughed to himself.

He grabbed the demon by his hair again and said "You were just a means to an end for her. She needed sexual gratification that nobody but I could give her. Don't think you hold any high ground just because my woman needed a quick fuck while I was away."

Muzan could see that was tearing Kokushibo apart on the inside. His obvious feelings for you was entertaining for Muzan.

He knew he had the upper hand and neither of you could oppose him with how much power he held.

He had progressed as a demon much faster than you did, and Kokushibo was still fairly new at being a demon.

Muzan turned around as he demanded Kokushibo follow him back to the estate.

Kokushibo stood up, his face neutral as he did the best he could to remain stoic.

He couldn't let his true feelings seep through the facade. Especially not around you.

But he had a sense of doom as he had no idea what Muzan's plans were for either of you back at the estate.

The walk back was terrifyingly silent.

You watched the door slide open with wide eyes as Kokushibo and Muzan got back, aggressive tension between the two demons.

You quickly stood up and greeted Muzan.

Your eyes flicking to Kokushibo to notice he had no injuries, but he could've regenerated any that he may have had.

"How are you?" You asked Muzan as he cupped your face with his hands.

"Y/n," Muzan started as Kokushibo stood behind him.

"Yes?" You answered.

Muzan had a sinister smile on his face as he said "You're not keeping any secrets from me, are you?"

You tensed up at his words and he felt the difference as he held you in his arms.

"No, why do you ask?" You swallowed thickly as Muzan let go of your face and walked over to the fire pit where a rattan cane was beside the array of fireplace tools.

He picked it up and examined the tool with a small smile on his face that neither you or Kokushibo could see since he had his back turned to the both of you.

"Muzan?" You called for him, steadying your voice as you noticed the words coming from your mouth were shaky.

What happened between Kokushibo and Muzan out there?

Muzan turned to face you, the cane in hand as he said "You weren't putting yourself out for anyone?"

He cornered you as he placed his hand around your neck and pushed you against the wall, your eyes filled with fear as they fell on Kokushibo.

"What did he tell you?" You asked in a shaky voice.

"So you already know what I'm talking about." Muzan's grip on your throat tightened.

You clenched your jaw as you trembled with anger.

How dare he tell Muzan?

Muzan let go of your throat as he pointed the cane at you.

"What are you planning to do with that?" You asked.

"You'll see. Strip for me." Muzan demanded.