𝐊𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐌𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫(𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)
𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲: dark_Phoenix_lyn
𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦.
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"𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧?"
he whispered out as he held an umbrella over his head and he continued to look at what was before him. His cold lips pressed into a fine thin line then as he looked at the grave that he built himself, being drenched by the heavy downpour.
His body aches at the different parts where his hearts were located as he remembered then, those days he would hear her voice. Yet, now all he had within his body was nothing but the urge to find the Blue Spider Lily.
If he could revive her, he would. But for now, he knew all too well he couldn't. How long has it been since he last heard her voice? His lips parted as he squats down, placing his large hand against the ground where it was wet.
Where he knew all too well her body was being buried.
There were moments that the words don't reach, just like right now. He was suffering somehow, without her by his side, yet all he could do was to carry on then. From time to time he would spend hours of the night, right before the sun rises, in the garden of where she passed away.
He used to like the peacefulness ever since he was a human, but after he had met her back then, watching as she continuously stayed by his side, did he enjoy her noise. And nothing more. That was something that used to never happen.
There were days he would ask himself, why couldn't he attack another human other than her? The generous doctor's corpse was there, why did he not attack it instead of his lover? He would sometimes wish to nobody in particular, that he had spared her life.
That he could somehow trade his life for hers right now.
But he remembers it all too well, what a loyal lover she had always been.
The sound of flesh being torn away from her limb was heard and she winced at the immense pain as Muzan hungrily took bites out of her human body. She remained silent, careful to not alert the neighbours.
And once he was done, he held her delicately in his arms. With blood trickling down her limbs as she looked into his pair of red plump eyes. She still had on a smile, and he felt regret all over his body.
She was his lover, a loyal lover indeed where she stayed by his side despite him not being able to live past the age of 20, but she still stayed. He was grateful, utterly grateful that she was willing to stay by his side.
"If this was what you had wanted from the very beginning, I'll sacrifice myself willingly because I love you with all my heart. Thank you for these wonderful years of being with me, I love you," she whispered out as she slowly raised her hand weakly, and caressed his cheek.
"Where are you? Is there such thing as Heaven and Hell?" he asked in a bitter voice, and soon let out a sigh as he continued to look at the grave before him then, with his lips parted as he looked up to the sky with the umbrella still over his head.
"𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭, 𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧,"
he whispered out as he stood up and walked away. His hearts aching once more as he continued to dream of a day where she would stand before him in flesh, where he would be smiling as he looked at the way she would smile at him.
And then he turned, holding onto the bouquet he had brought over and soon scattered onto the ground as if he was creating some sort of path for her to be guided to him. His lips quivered then as he tried not to let out a cry.
Turning to walk away again, and little did he know a faint image of her sitting on the grave, with her knees up as she rested her elbows against it, with her head resting on the palms of her hands did she watch him walk away.
"𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞,"
her voice was heard and Kibutsuji Muzan's eyes widened as he turned to look, hearing her voice only to notice how there was nobody present behind him.
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He walked around the deserted town where he had wiped out with ease. His lips parted as he looked at the demolished buildings and he could only then allow his mind to wander back to her. His blood started to boil slightly, getting angry at himself.
What was the point of living for eternity when she wasn't around?
He turned to look, hearing nothing but running footsteps along with agonising groans from the humans who were on the verge of death. His red plump eyes widened then as he heard the sound of a nichirin blade being unsheathed, and he turned to look.
Avoiding the oncoming attack did the blade clashed against the ground with a huge amount of force, causing the cloud of dust to rise as it blinded his vision slightly. He couldn't sense who it was, but within the cloud of dust did he manage to see the glint of a black nichirin blade, aiming for his neck.
His demon whip emerged as he wrapped it around the blade quickly just as the cloud of dust started to settle down. He could feel the intense fighting spirit from the one before him and his red plump eyes could only widen then at how was before him.
"Kibutsuji Muzan..." she muttered out, enraged slightly and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. His lips parted then as he took a good look at her, features and all were the same.
"You..." he whispered out as his eyes laid upon the pair of eyes that seem all too familiar to him. And then it travelled down to her ears, noticing a pair of hanafuda earrings were present, and that's when his memory started to replay.
Remembering when she became his lover, she had run away from her home where the Tsugikuni Family was, and never would he have thought she would be reincarnated.
"𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭, 𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧,"
he whispered out as if on cue did she stopped in her attack as her eyes widened at what she had listened to. She shook her head then, pressing her lips into a fine thin line as she tried to get her nichirin blade out from his demon whip's hold.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"[name]..." she whispered out softly as his demon whip released her blade and his red plump eyes widened at what she had said.
"Breath of Sun, Fourth Form: Fake Rainbow," and [name] did high-speed twists and rotations, creating afterimages, causing Muzan's demon whips to attack the afterimage instead of her actual body.
"Breath of Sun, Eighth Form: Solar Heat Haze!" and [name] charges towards Muzan, attack him with a haze covered slash that seemingly fails to hit.
"Hah..." Muzan whispered out only to have his red plump eyes widened as his arm was sliced off then. He then gritted his fangs together as he looked at [name] who stood behind him then.
"Why aren't you attacking me?" she asked in a soft voice as she stood behind him. He turned to look at her, and she took a step back, noticing how he had on a rather soft smile on his face instead.
"Because I can't do it. Not again," he whispered out and her eyes could only widen slightly at what she was looking at. Her pink-tinted lips parted as she placed her hand against her forehead and let out a sigh.
Keeping her nichirin blade, did she extend her hand out to him.
"𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫?"
she asked and Muzan's eyes widened at what he heard. His lips slowly curled up into a smile then as he reached out to her, grabbing hold of her hand as he knew at the back of his mind and hearts.
This was the same [name] he had fallen in love with before.
"𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧,"
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝
Anybody noticed anything about this one-shot?