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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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When Y/N’s eyes opened, she was no longer beneath the tree or leaning against Kokushibo.
She was back on the shore.
The warm sand pressed gently beneath her palms, the familiar sound of waves lapping against the coast filling her ears.
The air was alive here, soft wind, the scent of salt, the warmth of sunlight. It was her side of the beach, her refuge within the storm of a shared mind.
For a moment, she simply sat in silence, watching the endless stretch of blue water roll and crash, glittering beneath the sun.
But then, curiosity tugged at her, pulling her gaze toward the other side.
Her eyes shifted, crossing the invisible divide where her beach ended and his began.
The brightness faded into black sand, dead stillness, and an ocean void of sound. Muzan’s domain.
And there.
Y/N blinked.
Muzan was pacing.
Not standing in regal silence, not looming with superiority, but walking back and forth like a caged predator.
His pale hands flexed at his sides, his long hair shifting with each movement, eyes burning yet unfocused as though something gnawed at him.
Y/N tilted her head slightly, almost amused despite herself. He looks… restless.
Muzan was murmuring something—low, fractured, like a prayer he would never admit to.
Before she could form a word, his head snapped up.
In an instant, he was moving, faster than the waves themselves, faster than the light on her beach.
His figure tore across the dividing line of sand and shadow, crossing into her side without hesitation. (A/n: stand back Man, back I said!)
Y/N’s breath caught as he stopped directly in front of her, the air shifting violently with his presence.
His crimson eyes burned, not with rage, but with something far more disquieting, unease.
“Tell me,” he demanded, his voice rougher than usual, laced with something she rarely heard in him.
His hands twitched at his sides, restrained, almost trembling.
“Why am I restless?”
The words weren’t a threat, not an order.
They were closer to desperation, as though he sought an answer from her that he couldn’t find himself.
The waves continued to crash softly behind her, a sharp contrast to the storm in his gaze.
Muzan’s pacing slowed just slightly, his crimson eyes locking onto Y/N’s with an intensity that was almost pleading.
