Wisteria

18

Sumire skips along behind the demon, letting him lead her to where she needs to go. She knows she is annoying the demon. Giving her Kokushibo was probably the worst thing to do. She can’t get close enough to Muzan all the time to annoy him, but if she absolutely ruins his closest she is more than happy with that outcome. 

She can’t just die without causing damage, can she? 

Kokushibo glances back at her as always, making sure she hasn’t run off on him. Sumire doesn’t have a very high presence, she has one you could easily skip over if you were distracted. She also has very good sensory kills, picking people out easily, which confuses him. 

Usually, dangers have a higher presence, humans don’t know how to hide their well enough to knock a demon off their scent. 

But Sumire can.

She notices his gaze and makes direct eye contact with him, raising her hand and waving to him. He snaps his head back around, looking down the hall. 

This girl annoys him. 

He can’t figure out what it is in particular, but she brings something out in him. Something that isn’t good. A deep annoyance that he hasn’t felt in years. He glares down the hall, turning his anger on every demon walking his way, making most of them to disappear down the hall quickly. 

Sumire [i wrote niko woieuigfdhbsjnak] waves to each and every single person in the hall. She figures that Muzan won’t want her presence here to be well known, otherwise there is a chance people will come after her. Sumire doesn’t think people will actually come after here, but she needs the slayers to know where she is. 

The more people that know, the more people are likely to slip up and let the word out. A sneaky yet effective strategy. 

‘One of these idiots has to be slightly under the average intelligence.’ She muses, watching multiple demons walk down the hall, heads turned and looking back at her. 

‘I’m sure one of them is,’ the voice replies, ‘but it may be better to keep a low profile, because then when the demons see you around they will ask about you.’

‘Nah,’ Sumire shakes her head, ‘I can be out there and still a mystery, mr voice.’

‘ . . . . .’

Sumire sighs lightly. Something she has noticed is that he only comes to offer little advice then disappears. He leaves if she doesn’t listen to his advice. She doesn’t blame him though, she is hard-headed and very annoying to most.

She looks back to Kokushibo’s back, narrowing her eyes at him and drops her hand from it’s waving. She needs to ask someone about the tattoos that are scrawled across her body, Kokushibo wouldn’t know anything, but if she intrigues him enough he may ask Muzan about it.

Not for her, but for his own gain. Then she can be a pain and force the answer out of him. Easy as pie. Sumire runs up behind the demon, making his tense slightly. But she just walks behind him, staying obnoxiously close to his as he walks. He noticeably walks a little faster to put distance between the two. 

Yes, Kokushibo would usually just turn around and kill the bitch.

But this bitch is special, and he isn’t allowed to kill her. 

Yet. 

Kokushibo opens her ‘room’ door and waits for her to walk in. She glances into the room, looking around at the stone walls as if she had never seen them before. She walks in slowly and looks down to the floor, cuffing her heel against it.