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Black.

For most people, seeing or hearing the color black gives them the impression of a color. Black that represents death or a gloomy situation.

But whenever Muzan hears the word 'black', an image of something else would come to mind.

Soft white skin against long silky hair that reached passed the waist. The strands were so smooth and silky that he could just simply comb through them using his fingers and they would part without any tangles.

Dark thick eyelashes that were darker than midnight, almost as if you are staring at a black abyss, no way to determine how really deep it is. And then lavender colored pools filled with wonder and innocene. Those were eyes that were capable of commanding him, of instilling a sense of fear, relief and even passion that he rarely felt in all his thousand years.

A heart shaped face with a small button nose and small lips that looks so full and pink. And they were soft, so, so soft against his own even when he's being too rough and forceful. They taste good, feel good and he would be lying if he said he wasn't addicted.

Fingers lacing through his own dark curly hair, he would press himself closer towards this body that radiated with more heat than his own.

Hands that were soft as he held onto it with his own. Hands that were small and tiny like a child. It was so warm and gentle. He would feel it roaming around his body and caressing the side of his face and it simply makes him feel warmer inside. Even when he's no longer being held, he would still feel the ghost of its touch as if they were still there and holding him close.

A long stretch of soft white skin and he could just simply stare at it without moving. The unblemished skin of an innocent, someone who has never been marred by the ugliness of this world. It's almost too sinful to touch and his hand would shake like.a child's when he's gliding his finger across the smooth and soft surface.

He wondered what he did to deserve something so appetizing and fulfilling. The skin was simply so soft and warm under his palm. He wondered what it would taste like if he could just simply reach out and let his mouth do the--

"Muzan!"

His eyes snapped open and a second passed, all rational thoughts in his mind came back.

"I want Muzan to release me. "He heard a voice say in a soft trembling tone. He looked down to see Nao hugging herself, hands fisted against the fabric of her kimono as she desperately tried to cover her chastity.

His eyes then landed to her neck that were decorated with bruises. No doubt a result of his ministrations. Multiple bruises were on the skin and some were darker than the rest.

His fingers went to trace his work but Nao flinched away from him.

"Don't touch me right now." She squeaked in a hurried tone as she stood up and moved away from him.

"Is Nao-san scared of me?" He asked with patience, eyeing her neck that was no doubt sore from all the bruises she received.

"You gave me a hickey..no, hickeys.. Muzan gave me hickeys. What is Kagaya-onii-sama going to think? That I'm a dirty woman because a man has touched me. "Nao muttered underneath her breath as she breathed deeply. Nao pulled on the kimono, hastily covering her exposed shoulders and neck as if to save her remaining modesty.

"Nao-san, come here." Muzan urged as he extended his hand. Nao stared at him as if he was crazy and she gave him a skeptical look, not even bothering to acknowledge his offer.

Instead of feeling offended, he walked towards Nao and took her hand. He could see the slow panic on her face as Nao stared at him with wide eyes.

"I'll take you to the bathing room." He said calmly as he gently traced circles on her hand, an act to calm her down.

Nao stared quietly at him for a second before she nodded and agreed to follow him.

A long bath and a long time of furiously scrubbing her skin until it was red and raw, Nao finally felt clean to go on the outside world.

She changed her kimono into a black one with various floral designs. The obi was yellow with a thin ribbon lining its middle. Nao allowed her hair down, to try and cover the marks on her neck.

Honestly, she was ashamed of herself for letting herself get lost in the moment. Muzan was a passionate lover but that was the problem. They weren't lovers and she already has a suitor that her brother chose for her.

Nao could not imagine the hell that was going to happen when they found out that a man has already touched her. She knows that she's overreacting when Muzan hasn't even slept with her but Nao could feel his need and desire for her.

It would only be a matter of time before Muzan shows his intent towards her. Nao isn't stupid and could tell that his fascination towards her was crossing the line and is turning into obsession.

Of all the things that could've hindered their good relationship, she imagined her brother finding out and sending her away or her sister-in-law coming to reprimand her but Muzan actually liking her was not what she had in mind.

She was a human afterall. A sick and frail human with a curse. Nao probably doesn't have much to live and yet he took an interest and even made a medicine to help her. Now, he's trying to turn her into a demon even though she's not sick anymore.

Nao felt like all of this was her fault. She needed to talk to Muzan and clear things for the two of them before it's too late.

With a firm resolve, Nao opened her room to step outside. But when she saw three pair of eyes staring at her, all the blood in her body seemed to have escaped her.

"A human?"

Nao felt a heavy sensation in the room. Just by looking at this person, she would be called mentally retarded if she didn't acknowledge the fact that a demon is on the other side of her door.

"Hello." Nao managed to utter in a steady voice as she stared at the man with wide eyes.

His gaze narrowed at her as if he's trying to think of a reason why Nao was there.

"A human.. " His deep voice began. "A human is inside the Dimensional Infinity Fortress."

Nao tensed up and avoided his piercing eyes.

"Nao. "She whispered. "That's my name."

A hand touched her cheek which caused her to grip her clothes.

"A marechi."

She peered at his face, seeing his eyes that were staring at her intently.

"How did you get inside?"

Nao took a step backwards.

"Muzan brought me here..." She answered as she clutched her hands to her chest. A heavy feeling was on the air. Just by being in the presence of this person, it was enough to suffocate her.

"Muzan-sama brought a human. "He uttered with curiosity.

He took a step towards her which caused Nao to back towards her room. But before he could reach her, someone spoke up.

"Stop."

Nao turned towards the source of the voice and a man with pink hair stood.

No. A demon with pink hair stood.

"This human is under Muzan-sama's care. We're not allowed to touch her."

Three pair of eyes moved. "Akaza."

"It was Muzan-sama's order."

"I see."

The demon with multiple eyes glanced at her one more time before he left. The other one stayed for a while as he stared intently at Nao.

"Are you still alive?"

Nao almost jumped at his question, her heart was beating wildly against her chest.

"I a-am... Thank y-you." Nao said softly but he merely looked at her before he vanished.

Demons move quickly that she couldn't see where direction he went.

Nao collapsed to her knees with a shaky breath as she held herself in her arms.

"Those were demons...real demons.." She whispered in a trembling tone.

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You guys probably thought that this chapter would be a lemon. Sucks but its too early for the birds and bees.
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And.

There may or may not be a lemon. Fluff and lime? Fuck yeah.

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