Renascence (M.K)

二十七

The surge of purity reflects into her exquisite face.

Muzan look over at her with a very uncustomary facial expression.

His eyes soften and his inner thoughts went in turmoil and as he stare at her, he suddenly felt the warm clean air began to envelop his own body.

The sensation was an ambiguity. Somehow he felt he was like resting in the clouds and even if he laid his eyes on her for a long period of time, it wasn't a surfeit to his behalf.

This woman possess an aura of pristine. He unable to feel any kind of enmity towards her. Such immaculacy and innocence just like how the very first moment he met her inside his own Kibutsuji garden.

Touching and putting his own hands over her's made him undergo a passive qualm. There is a thought, racking inside his disturbed mind that he must recede before the foreign bottled up emotions of his could make a sudden outburst and go against him.

He immediately let go of his hold on her hand. The expression on his once warm-hearted face was turned into an inscrutable one. The smile on his lips faded in an instant and been replaced by a stolid emotion.

Y/N did not reacted and instead disinclined herself from asking or talking to him but one thing she have discerned was the sudden changes of Muzan's mood.

Taking the last gangway to the compartment coach, Muzan sensed the outright coming of his underling.

Mukago.

He immediately site the desire for blood emanating from her. He right away paused on his feet and stood upright, making also y/n follow him and raised her head in confusion.

The time has come and his plotted plan will be done. He just have to make certain the stage light is directly shining on him and be again the formidable hero that will save his distress woman.

"What's wrong?" Y/n softy asked him.

"Why did we stop?" Looking at Muzan's towering back before her, she could still not make out his reasons.

She find it it quite odd how for another time Muzan have just eccentrically came to surcease his walk and almost making y/n bump her head on his back.

Mayhap there is a danger forthcoming.

"Stick behind me and don't leave my sight." His voice turned imminent strict that y/n was forced to give a skittish nod in conform to his words. Promptly, Muzan reaches to her side without even thinking twice of grasping y/n's upper arm and securely whirling her petite body behind his back again, facing the alternate direction.

She gasped in surprised and quailed whilst Muzan protectively blocking her straight from the view.

"Is there danger?" She asked him again but the man only gave a quick glance over his shoulder as y/n continue to peek behind his back to see what follow suits.

"It's coming." His cold deep tone of his voice brought shivers down to the Mizuno woman.

The moment y/n have blink her eyes, she was caught stunned and root on the ground when she suddenly saw a figure of a young girl standing heedful in a couple of meters away from Muzan.

There was a wave of anger flooded through the way her strange eyes would glint. Her chin length white hair was muss onto her face. The dark red stripes across her both cheeks and the small horns jutting from her the equal sides of her forehead was an indication that she was also the similar monster that have chase and kill a lot of people inside the dining car.

Y/n can still absorbed through deep inside of her memory how the creature had mercilessly gnashed her teeth onto her victim, feeding herself with no remorse and even looking back at her with a very jeopardizing gaze.