残酷な意図 | 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a low-ranking demon of questionable origins captures the attention of the most powerful beings in the world all the while trying to find her brot...
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐲 ⎡ 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ⎦
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Kokushibo opened his eyes abruptly to see that he was not within his brother's hold, but (Y/N)'s, her hand on his head in such a gentle manner that he could hardly perceive it was even there. He wasn't sure why he let her continue holding him, or what was going through his head when he didn't move upon coming to.
He just wanted to rest.
He just wanted peace.
And for the moment, (Y/N) was able to calm his splintered and fragmented spirit.
"How did you do that?" He finally murmured softly after a moment of silence, staring past her into the twisting layers of the Fortress. "How were you able to let me see Yoriichi again?"
"I don't know," she answered truthfully, lowering her gaze. "I could tell that you had answered my question, and that you wished to see your brother again. Somehow... I just projected that want. I don't know how I did it, but I just wanted to do it, so I did. Are you upset with me?"
"...no," he muttered. "I don't think so. Instead... all I can be is thankful."
"Why?"
"I've desperately wanted to be better than my brother, and even became a demon to do so," he uttered stoically, clearly hateful of both his past and what that entailed. "But... as soon as you asked me about that question of regret, I couldn't find an answer. I thought I knew why I had become a demon, but my reasoning was lacking."
"Does that mean you do regret it?"
"...possibly."
(Y/N) didn't comment on his answer, and Kokushibo didn't reiterate. The two stayed liked that for quite some time in peaceful, true silence that seemed to break through the bounds of their deepest secrets. While they came from such different realities and had followed such different lives, something within them corresponded and entwined together in a bond of understanding.
It was something neither of them expected.
Now, (Y/N) wished to be returned to such a moment as she faltered in her defense, distracting her enough from her training with Douma to ultimately end up with her head sliced off by his bladed fan. As he dropped to the ground gracefully, one hand around her body's waist, he then stretched out his other hand to catch her head before it could hit the floor, snickering softly to himself.
"Aw, (Y/N)~!" He crooned as he held her body close to his own whilst he stared into her eyes. "Even with no head, you're still so beautiful."
Ignoring his words, (Y/N) grabbed her head from his hands and placed it back on her neck, soon enough the skin stitching together so that she was as good as new. Before she could sidle out of his grip, both of his hands were now around her, cementing her to his chest even as she tried to push him back. Leaning away, her frown grew, wondering why he seemed so relaxed and frivolous considering what their last conversation had been like.
