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

Chapter 82 - Hello, Mitsuri Kanroji.

Later That Night

Moonlight filtered through cracked and broken windows, casting jagged beams across the dusty floor in the Iguro Estate. The faint scent of mildew lingered in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of Misaki's anger.

"WE LOST THEM?!" Misaki's voice echoed sharply through the empty hall, carrying her frustration to every corner of the dilapidated home. Her footsteps stomped against the creaking wooden floor as she paced in circles, her hands shaking at her sides.

The broken table in the center of the room bore the brunt of her fury. With a guttural scream, she flipped it over, sending shards of rotting wood and broken porcelain scattering across the floor. The noise was deafening, reverberating off the hollow walls.

Misaki dropped to her knees amidst the debris, her breath hitching as tears stung her eyes. She clutched her head in her hands, her fingers tangling in her hair as she fought to keep her emotions from spilling over. But it was no use. Her sobs came in ragged gasps, muffled against her palms.

Leaning against the doorway, Doma watched her with his usual unsettling grin. The shadows of the crumbling estate danced across his pale face, his eyes glinting with amusement.
"Such a dramatic performance," he said, his tone dripping with mockery. "An the academy award for best performance goes to — Misaki Igurooooo!" Doma clapped and laughed. "For someone so eager to kill someone, you're pretty bad at it. I'm sure Obanai would have killed himself by now at the rate you're going."

Misaki's head snapped up, her tear-streaked face twisted in rage. "Don't you dare mock me!" she snarled, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions.

Doma chuckled, his laugh soft but sinister as it echoed through the hollow room. He stepped closer, his boots crunching against broken glass on the floor. "Oh, Misaki, I'm not mocking you. I'm admiring you," he said smoothly. "You're quite the firecracker. It's almost... charming." He lift her chin up as he pressed his thumb on her lips.

"Shut up!" Misaki shrieked, slapping his hand away and slamming her fist against the floorboards.

While Misaki's anger burned brightly, Hakuji sat silently by the window, his broad shoulders tense as he scrolled through his phone. The faint glow of the screen illuminated his face, revealing a frown etched deep into his features. His thumb hovered over a new text from his wife.

Koyuki -  "Hakuji, We need some stuff from the store, can we go tomorrow?"

Hakuji's  jaw tightened as he typed a response.

Hakuji - "Not safe. Stay home, I'll pick up what you need."

The reply came almost immediately.

Koyuki - "But I would like some fresh air. Please let me go with you. :( "

Hakuji exhaled sharply, his thumb hesitating before he finally gave in.

Hakuji - "Fine. But only for a bit. I'll pick you up first thing in the morning after work."

Sliding his phone into his pocket, he stood and adjusted the collar of his jacket. "I'm heading to work," he announced, his deep voice cutting through the tense atmosphere like a knife.

Misaki spun around, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You're leaving?!" she shouted. Her voice bounced off the cracked walls, filling the empty estate with her fury.

Hakuji gaze didn't waver. "There's no point in me being here if there's no job," he said bluntly.

Misaki stormed toward him, her footsteps echoing loudly. "Are you kidding me?! You can't just walk out now!" she screamed. Her voice was raw, a mix of rage and desperation.