A/N: KITTY \•○•/ This is the second part :o~
Muzan had left Douma as (Y/N)'s 'guardian' and told him he could do as he pleased as long as she didn't end up dead... which wasn't a good thing for her. He never shut up about his cult and fans, how he devoured girls, his sadistic tendencies... it all greatly disturbed the young pillar.
Before she knew it, her body was covered in blood, wounds and gashes littering her already scarred skin. Her wrists were still bound to the wall, but hung above her head which was bent down as she tried to rest for even a little bit. Much to her displeasure, she didn't get long before Douma waltzed back in happily, getting ready for another session of 'what can we do until she's about dead'? This time, however, he was followed by Muzan who had strange blue liquid in a test tube vile.
With an unreadable expression, he knelt down in front of (Y/N) and pulled her hair to force her attention to his face. He grimaced at the amount of blood that covered it, but immediately noticed something shiny hanging off her neck hidden by her clothes.
"What do we have here?" He asked, yanking it off her neck, only to meet a knee to the face as she reclaimed the golden, heart shaped necklace.
"Don't touch that." She growled and clenched it tightly in her fist.
Muzan sighed, "Very well. Back to the matter at hand... how are you feeling?"
"Fucking superb, man. Just great. Feel like I just got high off of mushrooms I found on the forest floor." She sarcastically replied, spitting to the side of the demon king.
Muzan scrunched his nose and stood back to his feet, "Seems you really enjoy being stubborn."
"It's one of the strong points, what can I say?" She shrugged in response and let her head slowly dangle, her hair falling to the side once more. "Go ahead and do what you want, you obviously didn't come here for a mental check up, not that I need one." She rolled her eyes, wincing as a sudden needle pierced one of her open wounds. "Couldn't you have picked somewhere else, fucktard??" And irk mark appeared on her forehead as she sighed and leaned against the wall.
"You should refrain from future name calling." Muzan warned, focusing most his attention on the vile full of the red liquid.
She shrugged, "I nickname everyone. Get used to it, princess." Muzan turned his head, visibly irritated by your words.
"Call me that again, I dare you." He growled the dare leading her to smile mischievously.
"P-r-i-n-c-e-s-s. Princess, Muzan you little princess! Hidden away in a tower, who will be your knight in shining armor? No one! Because mommy and daddy didn't love you-" Muzan retaliated out of anger and she coughed blood up suddenly as she fell to the side, finally quieting down. She was a real pain in the ass most of the time, and the only thing to shut her up was to knock her unconscious.
After awhile, she finally opened her eyes again and noticed the golden necklace that still laid in her hand. She pulled it closer to her chest, tears beginning to fall from her eyes.
How long had she been there?
A day? Two? A week? She didn't know. Each minute felt like an eternity, but with her necklace... it all became a bit more bearable...
"I'm sorry... Kyojuro..." she whispered, not knowing Kokushibo was there listening to her quiet sobbing as she longed for her sun. Each moment without it seemed to cause her more pain, and to look at things in a more dull perspective.
Douma walked in once again, this time with his fans in tow. "Guess what I got permission to do~!" He called sweetly, stopping when he saw her hunched over formed, tightly holding onto the necklace. "You've already given up?"
She shook her head silently, only causing more confusion in the demon who usually didn't hear the end of her snide comments and rude remarks.
"Why do you seem so depressed this time? Missing home? I get it, I would to if I was in your position." Douma called falsely, not understanding one bit.
"It's not home I miss... it's my sun..." she quietly chirped, smiling at the mental image that popped into her head of him smiling. "So, whatcha got for me today?"
Douma watched her sit up, refusing to remove her hand from her chest, causing him to smile devilishly. "I got permission to make you bleed and bleed and bleed! Oh, the beauty of your blood fascinates me, (Y/N)!" He shouted gleefully, glad to see she wasn't completely done.
"You forget that I'm only human, Douma." She chuckled, "We're not as strong as demons are, bud. Make me bleed all you want, but I won't heal instantly like you." Her statement only seemed to further anger the demon as he lifted his fan to injure her already damaged skin. It wasn't as fun as he wished, though, since she refused to make any noise of displeasure or pain. She took the torture as if she was soaking in the sun trying to get a tan. A smile already across her face as blood further stained it.
"Why. won't. you. just. scream??" Each punctuation beckoned another cut from his attacks.
After what seemed like forever, he finally relented and walked away, bored and unsatisfied. Kokushibo walked in finding her a bloodied mess, hair covering her unrecognizable face, dull eyes staring at her hand that still held the necklace, although not as tightly.
"You wouldn't be sp harshly beaten if you would just make a little noise, (Y/N)." The demon informed, pulling her upright and against the wall. "Anyways... you should eat something before you starve." He slid a bowl of noodles towards her, realizing she had closed her eyes not wanting it. "You're so stubborn." Kokushibo shrugged and walked out of the room, leaving the steaming bowl of noodles in front of her.
The next morning, Muzan came in carrying a chair, setting it beside the tortured pillar. He forced her to her feet, roughly grabbing her chin and forcing her eyes to look into his. He looked at the chair, then back at her, pushing her into it.
She clenched her mouth shut to keep from yelping at the pain that soared through her entire body. 'That bastard just pushed me into a chair that has three blades tied to it...! That's so mean...' she thought to herself childishly before she felt the chair being pulled back up, Muzan only inches from her face.
"Why don't you respond to pain? Do you not feel it?" He asked, wondering for his experiments.
Tiredly, she looked up at him, her hair hanging loosely in her face causing her to look like a ghost. "I'll tell you if you tell me something in return." Her voice stunned the demons, a strange aura surrounding her almost shocking Muzan and Kokushibo. The lower ranked demons shriveled up in fear, running for safety.
"What is it?"
She hummed, "How long has it been... since I've gotten here?"
Muzan chuckled and bent down once again, "Only 4 days. Now, tell me what I want to know."
"I do feel pain. Just not to the extent of normal human bodies. If you haven't noticed yet, I also have an abnormally high body temperature that would normally be fatal for other humans. Although, it's your minions fault for that..." she whispered the last sentence, Muzan raising his brow in confusion, shaking it off quickly, though. "The only place pain is nonexistent is in my hand, from the elbow down." She waved the hand that felt no pain, Muzan nodding and walking away, satisfied with his results.
Assumedly as a reward for her cooperation, she had more than a few hours to rest from the torture... although she would have liked to go a bit longer without the growing pain.
"You can get off the chair, (Y/N). You know that, right?" Kokushibo asked, sitting cross crossed in front of her.
She hummed in reply and slowly pulled herself off of it, landing in his arms. "Those things didn't... feel good in my back..." she tried her best at chuckling, but failed miserably. The high ranked demon placed her on the ground, her back facing him as he cleaned the three deep cuts. It drew his attention to the scars that covered her shoulder and back.
"How did you get those?" He asked, curiously.
"Demon..." she whispered, wincing from the movement. He hummed in response and spoke no more.
It bothered her slightly, and she hated that she could barely speak to make the demons irritated. It was fun playing with their heads, but in the end she knew it could possibly grant her an early death.
Hopefully, though... her gaze landed on the necklace she had dropped when Muzan pushed her. Hopefully she would see her sun soon...
Her hand stretched out, reaching for the golden necklace that shined in the dim lights of the room they had stashed her in. 'Damn... I'm to far...' she thought, still trying to grab onto it. Suddenly, a hand touched it and held it out towards her, eyes widening in anger.
She snatched it from his hands, backing away from Kokushibo who was still patching up her back. "S-stay away from me, bastard." She growled, evidently unhappy. Kokushibo looked in the direction that she spoke, immediately pulling his weapon out to defend the girl Muzan wanted to keep alive.
"Why are you in here?" Kokushibo asked in a blank tone. "Muzan-sama never gave you permission to visit her. Why would you even attempt to visit her while I'm in here? Thought you learned your lesson..."
A/N: Eyy~ have y'all watched D-Gray Man? Or read the manga? I can't believe I didn't find it sooner...!
Anyways, hope you enjoyed!!