Renascence (M.K)

十二

She can feel her stomach churns unpleasantly whilst her e/c eyes look at the male samurai's face. Her mind was clouded and she can feel her whole body strangely enwrapped with the overwhelming tension.

"Taoshu-san. It is really you." She says quietly with eyes fixated as she look at the man with disbelief. The slight exhilaration slowly made her smile. Despite of the unfathomable confusion that filled y/n's mind, this did not stop her from attempting to approach the male bushi warrior that she have been already hankering to see.

Y/n was ready to run into him, give the man a brief embrace and express how she have truly missed the samurai's presence after the both of them have been sunder from each others company.

But abruptly, she felt a single strong hand reaches to her side, not hesitating to wrap his hand tightly around the upper arm of Y/N.

She gasped from the sudden sharp contact of the unknown person's grasp against her skin, making her in reflex gave a quick glance, only to be filled with anger after seeing the towering height of Muzan beside her. Y/n instantly forced her body away from Muzan's figure but the young noble lord right away pulled her closer to his lean chest.

The often constraint actions of Muzan had only become an albatross for Y/n as she fought back and made strenuous efforts from escaping out against his tight hold.

Her teeth clenches together, eyebrows furrowed in aggravation with her face contorting from the pain. She fights his grip, but it was futile. There was a no run against the atrocious strength of Muzan.

She look up and she outright saw how Muzan's red eyes have darkened in anger but he was not looking at her. Instead his stares were fixed boldly glaring towards the standing figure of the samurai warrior across them.

This instantly made Muzan's lips twitch almost looked as though of a devious smirk whilst his plum red eyes were intensifying with amusement and impertinence.

The Kibutsuji clutch his right hand even tightly onto the upper arm of y/n, making the lady shriek in pain. He let his other free fingers trace the delicate rosy cheek of the court lady as he began to divert his jeopardizing gaze into her e/c irises.

"Haven't I reminded you not to leave my sight, Y/n." Muzan audibly says. His voice instantly went soft and lulling rather than being brash and demanding, causing for y/n's eyes to flashed open with surprise whilst she looked at the noble lord in a skeptic manner. She slowly shook her head and frowned at him.

'He was an actual unctuous.' Y/N thought and turned her head to glance at Taoshu whom was already in livid whilst he kept on glaring at Muzan.

The court lady have immediately predicted how Muzan have started to act like an utter feigned only because Taoshu was standing present infront them. She have perceived how Muzan possess a complete double-dealing attitude. He was clever when it comes to deceiving and manipulating the people around him and y/n could not even thought how far worse the male Kibutsuji's personality could turn into.

She harshly whisk his hand away from touching her upper arm and dart her keen glares straight to the young lord's eyes.

"Don't touch me." She angrily scowled and shove him away whilst Taoshu swiftly attempted to run and approach the court lady.

Right away, Muzan's face etched into a tight frown. He escape a lowly growl whilst the two pieces of his fangs can be clearly noticed, peeking through his lips, and before Taoshu could reach the court lady and grab her away from his grip, once again, the noble Kibutsuji roughly pulled the woman towards him, making y/n widen her eyes as her right palm was now forcibly resting on his chest.