Manipulation || KNY x Reader

1 | Snowy Nightmares

Panting, you leaned against the lower branches of a spruce tree, peering down at the deep snow-covered ground below you. It was calming, watching the snow descend in a mesmerizing pattern. It was, until you heard a heavy breathing interrupting your thoughts.

"What the fuck..?" You turned your head to see a figure with burgundy-colored hair and a teal-checkered cloak fighting its way through the blizzard. His silhouette was oddly disproportionate; a large basket was carried on his back.

Then the basket moved. It was a person. No, you thought, her scent is far off from being human.

"Would you look at that..." Hiroto walked up beside you, also looking at the two young-looking travelers. "They don't look that much older than you, pipsqueak," he chuckled.

"I'm fourteen, Hiroto," you spat back. "They're probably twelve or some shit. Younger even."

Hiroto crosses his arms as the girl on the unknown man's back sits up slowly, growling. The boy hadn't yet noticed the onlookers. "I don't know [Name], I don't think someone younger than twelve can carry another child while running through snow of all things."

You jumped down from the tree to investigate closer. "Hey, kid!" The maroon-haired kid didn't have time to look at you, as he crashed down the hill, his sister still in the basket. "H-HuH?!"

The boy screamed while falling. There was one thing flashing through his mind, one thing running through his thoughts. His sister.

"Nezuko!" He sprung up, snowy power stuffing the creases of his clothing. His mind was frantic.

That made you laugh. "Look, Hiro. He's defenseless and weak. Let's eat him-" Hiroto grabbed your shoulder with such force you were nearly flung back.

"[Name], you know you can't. I spend far too much time making sure you don't eat anyone as it is."

You groan in irritation and slap Hiroto's hand back. "Hiroto, I'm sick of sleeping! I get it I get it! I'm part human still, doesn't mean I want to be a human! What if I want to eat people?! What if I want to be a demon? A full on demon, not this.. this half and half thing!"

Hiroto narrowed his dark hues at you, with something between disgust and horror in his eyes. "[Name]." He whispers, staring at you with an uncompromising look.

"What?!" you say fiercely.

"You do not want to be a demon," Hiroto spread his arms out to his sides. Almost dramatically, as if the sun were shining through the clouds to illuminate his frame. "Look at me, for example. Do you really want to end up like me?" His eyebrows raised, but he didn't give you time to talk. "No, you don't. Craving humans, all day, everyday.. it's unbearable." He gave a heavy exhale. "Makes me psychotic almost. If I didn't have the self control I have, I wouldn't be able to hold back. I would've devoured you even." He stared at you. "You're lucky."

You scoff, annoyed by another lecture from your 'supervisor.' Who wouldn't be? Someone constantly watching over you and making sure you don't eat anyone, how annoying. Especially now, with the urge becoming stronger than ever.

"Don't scoff. You're even luckier since you smell like a human and not a demon." Hiroto scolded.

You can't stand it. "Hiroto! F-"