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Dreams Against Reality
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Ongoing, First published Jul 02, 2023
Mature
"Humans can be so greedy... Don't you think so my dear?"

"And you mean to tell me that you're no different?" 

Sitting in one of the seats on the now partially empty Mugen train was Y/N... with Enmu laying his head on the other's lap while he strokes the loose strands of hair on his head.

"How could I possibly not be greedy towards a sweet blissful drug like you..."


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Being one of the 12 Kizuki is no easy task... especially when one often encounters those of the Hashira rank... though having a drug like Y/N certainly makes it easier... and oh so more blissful...


When the battle is drawing near and Enmu is nearing closer to death, it's a wonder where his blissfully sweet lover has gone...

"Perhaps he fled once he realised that his 'Lover' -as Enmu called him- wasn't as strong as he'd hoped" They had thought... but was that the case? Or was there something more amiss... and what is that strange smell?
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