Yuki grimly sipped her tea as Rei chatted about her married life. Yuki wasn't an obtuse person to know that even though he goes by a different name, it is still the demon lord himself.
Tsukihiko
The thought that he's married to a human who doesn't know who he is, makes her stomach hurled. Even worst, Muzan spending time with her and acting like her lover even though he has a wife and a daughter waiting for him to return makes her sick.
She's right, leaving that treacherous and miserable place was the best decision she ever made after her resurrection.
She didn't give a shit if Muzan felt dreadful or cost a dramatic scene because of her leave.
He deserves what's coming. A slap in the face.
'It's getting late and my husband will be returning soon. It's a great pleasure to meet you, Yuki-san.' She smiled and stood up.
'Don't worry, I'll pay up as an apology for bumping into you. Enjoy your night, Yuki-san.' Rei said her farewells.
Yuki didn't mind staying in the shop for a few minutes, enjoying a good cup of hot ocha. Months of eating food that cost a bomb, she needed this. Muzan was never a man to not show off his great and high values. However, bathing herself in luxury every day just makes her bored.
As she enjoyed her ocha, watching the night scenery of the city and people passing by, the door of the shop suddenly opened, revealing a boy whose hair was ruffled, black with burgundy tips, combed back to expose his forehead, and wide, dark red eyes with white pupils that appear lighter around the lower section of his irises. He also has a scar on the top left of his forehead.
He wore a standard uniform, a dark-brown gakuran jacket, a white belt, baggy pants that extend into socks, a pair of zori with red straps, and bands of white cloth wrapped tightly around his calves, all beneath his checkered haori. He carried a large wooden box on his back which was weird.
He wore Hanafuda earrings and a black coloured scabbard on his left waist.
He looked like in his teenage years. Well, one thing was for sure, she was older than him.
His eyes scanned through the entire coffee shop until they landed on her.
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His Living Doll (Muzan x OC x Tanjiro)
FanfictionHer smile, her innocence, her kindness, her warmth was gone after Muzan Kibutsuji ordered for her resurrection. A living corpse is what she is. Her eyes were soulless, hollow and cold, like a corpse. She cannot think for herself and will do whateve...
