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"Something feels different. This is ain't the same Villain I fought before. No, something have changed... Who are you?"
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In this book, is a Reader Insert fanfic. Reader...
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Y/N walked through the quiet corridor, her steps measured, almost ceremonial, each one echoing softly against the walls.
Beside her, Akaza carried Kairi in his arms, the demon’s fragile body trembling, letting out small, pained groans that punctuated the heavy silence.
Y/N didn’t flinch, didn’t even glance at the suffering.
She felt it, but through a filter, a thin layer of Muzan’s influence that coursed through her veins, cold and precise.
'Why do they care so much?' Muzan’s voice coiled in her mind, sharp and invasive. 'She’s nothing. Just another mistake.'
'No...' Y/N countered internally, a faint pulse of warmth, a remnant of herself breaking through the darkness. 'She’s still alive. That matters. Even if it’s just a flicker.'
'Foolish sentiment.' Muzan’s tone was slicing. Sentiment is weakness. 'This body were born to rule, to dominate. Not to pity.'
The strands of her white hair, stark and unnatural, brushed against her shoulders as she moved, a visible reminder of the storm that had erupted within her when she’d learned what
Shinobu had done.
Rage had boiled over, pure and unfiltered, and the aftermath was this, a body shared, a mind split, a soul tethered to two conflicting wills.
'I don’t care about ruling right now' Y/N thought, letting her fingers curl slightly. 'I care about this. About her.'
'And yet' Muzan hissed. 'you are already playing their game. Walking calmly, pretending, tempting them… it’s entertaining. Dangerous, but entertaining.'
Y/N’s steps didn’t falter.
Her eyes remained forward, unseeing, focused only on the door at the end of the corridor.
But inside, chaos twisted like smoke.
Like when two oceans meet each other, violently throwing waves of water at each other.
Rage, sorrow, curiosity, and the subtle thrill of power intertwined with Muzan’s cold amusement.
'You think you understand control?' Muzan sneered. 'You’re still fumbling in the dark. Every heartbeat of hers that you pity, every hesitation, it’s mine.'
'No. This is mine too' Y/N shot back in the recesses of her mind, though she wasn’t sure if she could fully claim it. 'She’s not yours. She’s not anyone’s. We may have created her, but she's not a pawn on your game!'
A faint groan from Kairi made them both flinch, a sharp reminder of the life cradled between them.
The contrast of vulnerability against Y/N’s composed exterior made her chest tighten, a fleeting pang that Muzan quickly tried to suffocate.
