𝑅𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑀𝑒 [ ObaMitsu fanfic/ R-(MA)] Kimetsu No Yaiba

Chapter 74 - Tainted Eyes

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In the abandoned Iguro estate, shadows seemed to stretch longer than they should, enveloping the decayed walls and creaking floors in an oppressive gloom. The air was heavy with the scent of dust and mildew, untouched by time and forgotten by the living. The silence was punctuated only by the soft rustle of dollar bills as Misaki, her pale, thin hands trembling slightly, stacked wads of money onto the splintered wooden table. Each stack was meticulously aligned, her actions precise and methodical. She moved with the grace of someone detached from her surroundings, her unkempt hair veiling her face like a curtain. Yet, behind her hollow exterior burned a purpose—calm, unshakable, and deadly.

The sound of the door creaking open startled the silence. Misaki didn't look up, her hands continuing their work as if nothing had changed.

Doma stepped in, removing the black wig he had worn for days, tossing it carelessly onto the dusty floor. His grin was wide and mischievous. His colorful, patterned jacket seemed out of place in the muted room.

"Misaki," he greeted, his tone light and mocking, "you really know how to pick a hideout. Very cozy." Doma looked around.

Misaki didn't respond immediately, finishing her task before finally turning to him. "You did well," she said softly, her voice devoid of warmth but laced with calculated intent. "This will be enough to keep us going... for now."

Doma laughed, the sound echoing eerily through the dilapidated hall. "Killing deputy Shinazugawa was easy. Poor bastard was stumbling around drunk. Barely even saw me coming. All these years chasing me, and he couldn't even land a hit. I almost felt bad for him." His grin widened. "Almost. But, oh, Misaki, it felt good—seeing all that blood splattered around the snow really made my mouth water up. A real weight off my shoulders."

Misaki regarded him with a faint, hollow smile. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, Doma. But we're not done. Focus on the next task: Obanai. He's the last one standing, and Mitsuri is the key."

Doma's eyes gleamed with excitement, though his grin faltered slightly. "As long as I have my fun with Kanae," he warned, his voice dipping into something darker. "And, of course, my payment. Speaking of which..." He pulled a sleek pocket knife from his coat, flipping it open with a practiced flick. The blade caught the dim light, glinting menacingly. He leaned closer to Misaki, his grin returning as he whispered, "If the money isn't ready each time, you know what will happens to you."

Misaki's expression didn't change. Her empty eyes locked onto his with unsettling stillness. "Threats don't scare me, Doma. You'll get your money." Her tone was so cold it made even Doma surprised.

Doma leaned lazily against the edge of the dusty table, idly flicking through the stacks of bills Misaki had  arranged. His grin widened as he thumbed through the crisp singles, the soft rustle of paper breaking the  silence of the room.

"Not bad, Misaki. Looks like you're finally getting the hang of this." He laughed softly to himself, his fingers continuing their rhythm. Then, without warning, his tone shifted, more curious than mocking. "But something doesn't add up."

Misaki remained still, her back to him as she gazed out through a cracked window. Her figure was rigid, her silence heavier than before.

"Why Obanai?" Doma asked, lifting his eyes from the money to study her. "You could've gone after anyone, started over somewhere else, even become famous. But you've poured everything into this. Why him? What makes killing your last bit of family so important?"

For a moment, there was no response, only the soft whistle of wind slipping through the cracks in the rotting wood. Then, Misaki's shoulders shifted, her hands gripping the windowsill until her knuckles turned white. Her voice, low and strained, broke the silence.

"You really want to know why?" she began, her words deliberate, trembling with suppressed emotion. "Because he's the reason my life is RUINED!!!"

Doma's grin faltered slightly, intrigued by the sudden shift in her tone. He stopped counting the money and leaned forward, watching her closely.

"My family," she continued, her voice rising with each word, "my mother, my father, all of them—they're gone because of him. He killed them."

She turned to face Doma, her hair falling from her face to reveal eyes filled with rage. The emptiness he had grown accustomed to seeing in her was gone, replaced by something feral and unrelenting.

"He painted himself as a victim," she spat, her voice trembling with fury, "as if he had no choice. But he did. He didn't just walk away from us—he destroyed us. His betrayal left a stain on everything my family ever built."

Her breathing quickened, her voice rising to a shout. "I don't care what it takes—I'll spend every last cent of what I inherited to bring him down! I'll use it to hire anyone to kill him. I'll use it to see him suffer for what he did to us, and that slut is how well get him."

Her voice was loud, the room trembling with the weight of her rage. "When I'm finished, the Iguro name will be clean—untainted by his lies, from his sins. Obanai will pay, and when he does, my family can finally rest. I'll see to it through, even if it costs me everything!"

She slammed her hands down on the table, the stacks of money shaking under the force. The air seemed to hum with her fury, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath.

Doma was silent, his grin gone, replaced by a curious glint in his eyes. He tilted his head, almost impressed. "Well," he said slowly, his voice uncharacteristically quiet, "that's one hell of a reason. You women sure know how to hold a grudge, don't you?"

Misaki didn't respond, her fiery glare fixed on him.

Doma's grin crept back, though it was laced with something darker this time. "Fine. I'll give it to you—you've got the passion for it. But I hope for your sake, Misaki, you've got the stomach for what comes next. You're playing a dangerous game, and Obanai isn't going to go down without a fight."

She gestured toward the door, her movements deliberate. "You won't be working alone this time. Meet your partner."

The heavy creak of the door opening made Doma turn, his playful demeanor only heightened as standing in the doorway was Hakuji, his muscular frame nearly filling the entrance. His face was a storm of emotions—anger twisted with grief. His mismatched eyes burned as they fell on Doma.

"You didn't tell me this bitch was involved," Hakuji growled, his voice thick with disdain. His fists clenched at his sides, and for a moment, it seemed like he might lunge at Doma right there.

"Oh, Hakuji, don't be so dramatic. You and I? We've always made such a great team." He spread his arms as if inviting an embrace, though the tension in the air made it clear he wouldn't be getting one.

Hakuji's glare shifted to Misaki. "You set me up. You said nothing about working with him." His voice cracked with fury, and for a moment, a hint of pain seeped through. "I'm out of here, fuck this shit."

Misaki stepped forward, her movements slow and deliberate. She looked up at Hakuji, her face illuminated by the faint light streaming through the broken window. Her eyes were void of emotion, her voice as cold as ice. "You need the money to pay for your stupid wife's medical expenses, right? Then you'll do as I say. Or your wife can join Shinazugawa in the ground."

Hakuji flinched, his fists tightening. His breathing grew heavier, the room thick with unspoken tension. Misaki stepped back, her expression unchanging.

Doma chuckled, spinning his knife lazily in his hand. "This is going to be fun. Don't you think, Hakuji?"

Hakuji said nothing, his glare shifting between Doma and Misaki. The room seemed to close in, the air heavier with each passing second. Somewhere in the distance, the sound of wind howled through the broken estate, like the ghosts of the past mourning the sins yet to come.

Finally, Hakuji spoke, his voice low and filled with reluctant resolve. "When this is over, I'm done. Don't ever contact me again."

Misaki nodded, her lips barely curving into a cruel semblance of a smile. "Good. Now, let's get started."

The three stood in the dimly lit room. The plan was set in motion, and the darkness had only just begun to descend.