He was the king of his kind.
And she too shaped forms.
They were but one of a kind - demons.
The infinity fortress depicts a home wherein there lies the upper status of the vile creatures sojourning in this world, spreading chaos as they feed on live flesh. The beauty of its infinite structures flows through the walls beneath the ground; unseen by the naked eye, felt by those who slay yet can never be found.
A series of light, careless footsteps erupted from all corners of the dimmed niche, and a solemnly soft sigh came from a man's fine-lined lips.
Has today been so stressful for him? Indeed, he — the progenitor of all demons, the origin of what tainted humanity. Muzan Kibutsuji conceals his form in unexpected ways; hiding in the dark far from the blazing sun that would turn his silky, luxurious features into ashes.
As he ambled the corridor of his kingdom daubed in traditional patterns to what they call, shogi doors, and the unending path of the tatami floor that leads to who knows where — he was in utter distress.
Perhaps it was the first time in all of his thousand years that he felt a longing sensation deep within his chest.
And he ceased himself to step, one last breath before his eyes fluttered open, and his leer, as per usual, shaded in blood red.
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There was something about the moon that intrigues her. So much that there is not a single night her deep eyes would peer upon the shining orb across the night sky. For (Y/n), it was some sort of connection that ties her towards that man who might be gazing up as well.
"It's been a while..." The lady softly whispered to herself, standing up on her feet against the mat. Perhaps it was tiring to keep her chin up just to stare for quite too long upon the welkins.
(Y/n) wanted to wait for her beloved, it was all she could do within this time that she has nothing else to occupy her time. Muzan is enough to brim her with lovely moments. And then a giggle escaped her lips that turned into a smile. A careless blush painted her cheeks as she thought about a certain black-haired man.
Little did she know, the shogi door swiftly but gently opened; revealing herself beneath the glimmering moon that pleases his bright red eyes.
"Are you that anticipated to see me?" his voice sounded like a deeply soothing, yet chilly lullaby as he spoke. "How was your night, sweetheart?"
A glint of spark connected both of their views and a shine of reverence coated their eyes as they meet.
Have you ever wondered that the crudest man on earth managed to trap himself with what you call love?
You wondered correctly.
(Y/n) took a few steps towards him without wiping the sweet smile on her face. She looked up to his pale visage, caressing his cheeks, and gradually placing her head on his chest.
"You're so warm," a pleasant sigh then followed next to her words while she wrapped her petite arm around him.
"I've been very well, " She added, but a moment later her smile turned into a frown, almost like a child. "Though I missed you... so much."
Muzan felt as though he was dazed by the time her soft voice reached his ears, allowing his insides to subside by the overflowing sentiments — all because of her lulling tone that brings eternal bliss to his agonizing life.
His slender hand gently patted her soft dark locks and pulled her into a deeper embrace. It was something of a miracle to perceive for anyone who had known the man. Muzan could never get anymore softer nor one who would show such a side.
But with (Y/n), it was as though he could be anyone he could be.
And tonight was him as her lover.
Her deep eyes glinted as they close at the warmth of his embrace. The feeling of his arm trapping her to his chest felt so secure that she could care less about anything. Was it that lovely to feel that she thought her safety was guaranteed?
If it was her heart that can answer then it's a yes. But unfortunately for both of them, they have no beating hearts. And the warmth was all but their thoughts for nothing in their veins could induce such a thing.
It's love alone. And it was enough more than anything.
The ravenette could hear the gentle breathing of his chest; heaving forward and back, bringing pleasant sensation towards herself. Why was it so easy to bring comfort to herself whenever she was with the man? If anything, all demons should be in fear for their lives in the presence of Kibutsuji.
But she wasn't, not even a tint of a menace she could feel.
"You should be resting," his placid voice called out to her as though it was a raspy melody in her ears. "I've had your missions on hold, and I won't dare to demand anything." Muzan whispered danger close to her ears — it sent a subtle prickle down her bones.
(Y/n) hummed in response to his insistence in sync with the night breeze dancing around them, dishevelling their twilight hair, and swaying upon their patterned, elegant clothes they were clad in.
It was peaceful, even for a demon.
"I'd wish to be with you, not to sleep when you come back." she finally responded after a few moments of fetching silence. "I'm afraid you've grown tired. Shall I tend to you?"
It wasn't even close enough to be a request. It was more of a certainty that she would have mended his stressed demeanor. But no matter how anyone catches his red eyes, there would be nothing but a seemly fear.
Yet to her, she could see through his soul-less core.
His slender, wide, pale hand pulled the back of her head even more as his handsome face came down just enough to match hers. Then, a soft and sweet peck was planted within her cheeks that instantly induced a blush. Too soft and too gentle, something he couldn't have done. But as her eyes slowly looked up to question his flattering stunts she was met with a solemnly looking Muzan.
He barely smiles, and it would be too much of a miracle to see so. It should've mattered to her at most, but she guesses that him alone is enough to satisfy her almost endless life.
(Y/n)'s deep orbs illuminated a tint of light from the sky where thousands of stars sojourns. And the seemingly faint blush was even more visible on her sweet face.
And just then, Muzan was mesmerized that he froze on the spot — only for a second, indeed it was just a blink of an eye, swift and just. But be felt it — the overwhelming bliss, too much of it — it was her smile alone. There is always something about her that captivates to the depths of sentiments.
Neither of them shouldn't have known what that is. But supposing it was a learning for them both.
He has his other arm still wrapped around her elfin waist as though he was holding a fragile glass. Then he spoke, "I am a creature capable of possessing eternal life. How would you think I am tired?"
Ah, was it such a sly statement to get a grip of himself from pulling another stunt? But despite his concealed words everything is meant to be revealed. Even though his tone sounded constantly displeased, his poker-like lifeless face and his blood-shaded eyes penetrate fear in anyone.
It could never be enough to pull her out of his animosity of love.
As Kibutsuji's view dwindle to meet her completely, he couldn't help but feel a rushing sensation flowing deep inside his number of hearts and brains; it was immeasurable for any human being.
He took a few strands away from her angelic face, caressing her soft cheeks, and never keeping his eyes away from her. It was a single cycle that drove both of them out of demonic sanity. And he could do this all day. Admiring her flawless visage, holding her dainty form, and looking deep into her dark eyes — it was narcotic.
(Y/n) was his medicine. And he could never ask for anymore. How could she be so beautifully surreal?
And all the while he mulled over her, he hadn't noticed the gaze she was giving to him. If else, it would be a little disappointing for the lady.
Why? Supposed it was her tiptoeing up to his size and planting a loving kiss against his delicately soft cold lips. Such a naughty stunt, isn't it?
But no matter, he simply tugged his lips into a tiny smirk before he took a hold of her nape and pulled her crimson-shade face close to him.
Too close, but not yet filled. She has her eyes closed the moment he propped bet frame up at his hold on her back; waiting to meet his lips again. But nothing came.
(Y/n) slowly fluttered her eyes open, lidded with a glint of curiosity and anticipation.
But the second she opened them was like an avalanche of everlasting ecstatic surprise — for the man instantly filled the remaining gap between their lips and mold them into as heated delight. And just then the both of them moved gracefully; pulling a deeper kiss that they never thought they could.
That was medicine to their rotten race, the remaining judgment to their condemned life. And with it hold the both of them together.
End
Found this in my old documents. I remember writing this for a mutual, I could not remember much but it was fun writing Muzan as someone who loves, and who is loved. Ironic how two demons could have a such sweet heartbeat yet they possessed no such organ.
Anyways my Japanese class will start soon and my acads as well, but daddy (for today) will try to update Lil by Lil and do your requests in short loving pieces. mwa.
msr. shinazugawa ouuut!