CHAPTER TEN: HOPE. FOR HIMSELF AND HIS PEOPLE.

"Steal their all-seeing eyes."

WARNING: SMUT !

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TAMAYO CAME BACK WHILE HAVING THE child's arm around hers, the touch of her smooth skin on her rough ones. She smiled and lead her to the house. Gentle whorls of her eyes, you caught. You so still naive and so hopeful of the present. Makes Tamayo think if she ever had the heart to tell you your condition.

Just like she does to all her demons.

But she won't pretend to know you.

You are one of a kind, painted with all the madness this world could give.

"Are you alright?" She asked.

"I'm fine... are you?"

Tamayo's eyes widened ay her response, but smiled nonetheless.

"I'm quite fine thank you. But I'm asking about your health, about you--" She hesitated. "Is it okay to talk about what... came out of your back?"

"My Kagune?"

"Is that its name?"

"Well yeah," She smiled so wide, her chubby cheeks gets pushed by it. "It's very useful when baddies come here and bully me."

"Baddies?"

"They roam the streets like I do. But I know they just wants some foods like I do too."

Tamayo hummed in understanding as she placed a finger on her chin.

"But I know you're never going to bully me, mistress!" You smiled wide.

Tamayo's eyes widened. "Oh I would never!"

She's such a peculiar child. There was never one thing that you said that was normal. But when Tamayo observes the scars on your knees, the bruises on your arms. Your ripped clothes and hair that looked thin from the sides--she frowns.

"Is there something wrong?" You asked.

And how Tamayo want to break down this instant.

She kneeled in front of her at the entrance of the house. She haven't even put her shoes at the corner of the house but she did it and grasped her chubby cheeks.

"How about you? Is something wrong?"

Tamayo rubbed her cheek. Softly. Gently. You reminiscence a day where you had felt this light of a touch. But not anymore, you thought. A bitter ache coursed through your veins at the thought of the feeling.

"I'm okay."

She nodded. "Good."

Tamayo stood up. "Let's get you all cleaned up. Yushiro!"

"My lady!"

They heard the voice from the other hall faintly.

A man with green hair revealed himself at the corner as he walked a bit too quickly.

"You're back," He wore a glad look, his chest heaved. "Is everything alright Tamayo-san?"

You turned your head with expecting eyes to the Tamayo and she held that soft look that suits her face.

She stood up. "I'm alright. The human couldn't take it anymore and turned into a demon. Perhaps... Muzan found an eager one. I mourn our loss," She let Yushiro help him up. He hadn't seem to have noticed you. "Nevertheless, I had found a little friend a long the way."

She gestured to you. Yushiro followed her hand, his eyes widened, then proceed to narrow.

"Who is she?" He asked, albeit in a better yet curious tone.

"She is someone I met when I was trying to help the human-turned-demon."

Tamayo couldn't tell Yushiro she was the one who foiled the plan just yet. She didn't think he would take it that well as she did.

Your eyes jeweled and illuminated the sky.

"Hi! I'm (name)!"

Tamayo made him fetch some beverages, she could remember from her previous conversation with her that she was in need for some coffee. She didn't question in as to maybe it was the only think she have drank.

"So, (name), can you explain to me the... your... Kagune, was it?"

"Oh, this?"

It sprang from your back, shocking Tamayo and backed from it since it shot out at an alarming speed.

Tamayo chuckled nervously. "Yes... that."

"It had just been with me since I was a kid," You said, looking down at your feet that swayed. "Whenever I ate and get more healthy, it comes out easily. When I don't, well, I can't fight at all."

"Fight?"

"Of course!" You scratched your head. "There are a lot of baddies, remember?"

"O-Oh. Do you have any parents?"

"What are those?"

"Oh..." Tamayo repeated. You must not have one, then. And you don't know what a parent is? Maybe you didn't converse with people that much.

"Aside from coffee, what else do you want to eat?"

"I..." Your mouth closed. "You don't want to know."

Tamayo was unsettled by the answer. Curiosity seeps in but she doesn't want to overstep your boundaries.

"Okay then."

Yushiro arrived with the coffee, a tray on his hand. He gave one to you and placed the tray on the other table near.

"Thank you."

You had manners. Tamayo thought as she watched her drink. "Say... How many people have you... fought?"

"Oh, hehe, there's a lot of them..." You giggled to herself.

"What... what do you mean a lot?"

Tamayo visibly flinched at the answer you gave.

If Muzan were to have his hands on your ability, then all would have much more work on their hands. Or to put it quaint... they would all die.

She tapped Yushiro's shoulder. Both of them gave her confused glances.

"We need to talk."

He nodded. He followed his mistress out of the room.

--

"Ah, ah, ah... Where do you think you're going, Akaza-chan?"

Akaza did not turn his head for the upper moon two and continued his exit out of the place. Slightly envious of his less worried mind.

Douma pouted, but turned his head to you. "Well, it looks like its just you and me, (name)!"

"I feel like I won't have any more pleasant conversations--"

An insulted look crossed his face.

"--But I know that isn't going to stop you," you deadpanned.

"You're so harsh! Could you lighten up just a little? I know you probably hate Muzan, but hey, at least you got handsome me here, quite the jackpot, won't you say?"

"I remember you."

"Hmm?" His attention was all on her.

He wasn't stupid. He knew she could wipe out humanity in one battle. Muzan told him before hand.

Her eyes reminiscing the past, half lidded and unfocused.

"You were helping those two orphans."

Douma went silent. He tilted his head. "What?"

"I was there when that happened, you turned the two of them into demons if I'm correct? One was dying and you gave them your blood?"

"Did I? Oh--!" He turned into laughter. "Ahh I remember. And I succeeded. They are doing great now, being able to be one of the twelve Kizukis. Would you want to be turned into a demon too...?"

"Don't need to," She turned her head and head to the path where Douma appeared. "Are you going to show me around? Gasbag?"

"Hmm." He dramatically tapped his finger on his cheek. "I don't think I want to... But hey! Let's make a deal!"

You smirk. You loved deals.

"Okay, what's on?"

Douma came closer, rubbed his finger on your cheek, finding his other hand on your shoulder and too close to your neck.

"You give me information about Muzan's plans, and in turn..." He gave a grin. "I'll give you the ten star VIP treatment in this demon lair."

Douma did not revel to much on emotions much of the time. It's always that dazed look in his eyes. The colors that swirled through his sclera were contributing to that sense. He said it like it was a hotel, but you knew better, he would give much more quality of a stay than Akaza or any other demon could give her. In all honesty, this was important because for sure, Muzan would make her beg on her knees for access in any part of their side. Whether it be information, places, or things.

You didn't need to be smart to know what he was talking about.

"Deal."

And you agreed to the devil's game. Your hand extended to his eyes and plucked it out. Douma gasped.

Once you took it out, you popped it in your mouth. There was a sense of sweetness to it, But the bitterness lingered like dark coffee. You gave a side smirk to his surprised expression. "What, something caught your eye?"

He looked so dumbfounded it was hilarious. Douma did not know what you were trying to take out of him, but it was starting to work. It was quiet in his castle. Furnished wood that squeak when you walk, the traditional walls of the same material, with the sliding doors and the clothed windows. The dim light. Your smile allured him into what may be considered a trap. But Douma payed no mind when a thrill pulsed in his veins, shaking his bones. A need to laugh failed to get out of his system. 

Maybe you were special after all. The only Ghoul active in this world. 

(Douma does not know if there's more, but based on the whispers he could hear and the research he have done himself, there were no history of what could be specifically flesh eating monsters that can counter the sun. Even with his lackadaisical attitude, he could still get productive)

But he wondered all too well... when did your eyes started to get intriguing? Why did your presence spark a reaction, a flowing river inside his stomach? Why did your skin glow like the moon?

"Don't expect to much."

Douma had this dazed off look, pink dust lingered across his cheeks. A moan half escaped his throat as he released his hand form her shoulders.

You gave him a raised of a hand, formed to wave. "See you around, Gasbag."

You explored the place that you were in. You found one that had a king sized bed and nice desk and shelves. You nodded in approval. At least he got style.

You laid there, but your eyes never slept. It wasn't because you were in the territory of the enemy. No-- this was all just normal. You can never sleep. Not when sleep gives you nightmares you can't control.

You took the pillow and turned it over to the cold side and gazed at the window.

Even with the deal, you thought. He isn't going to play fair.

--

Tanjirou slayed another demon. The night was long and the stars seemed to be brighter than it was before. Softly, he smiled at the moon and its gentle whorls of misty moving clouds.

A person flashed in his mind, catching him off guard.

"No, no, no, why do I keep on thinking about her?" He shook his head with his arms around it. He sighed hopelessly. "Maybe I just need to see her more... maybe talk to her about this... there's no wrong about being honest, right?"

He slapped himself and groaned. "What if she'll hate me after it?"

He just couldn't help the thoughts. When he had done a mission with you, you were savage and unpredictable. So gentle when there was one time there were homeless kids on the street, he could remember how you let your eyes soften amidst all of that. He could smell the sadness radiating from you.

"What am I thinking..."

Caw!

"Huh?" He looks up and saw a crow. The one he told to keep an eye on you.

It landed on his hand gracefully and gave a small caw! Tanjirou smiled softly and petted the bird with a closed eyed smile. It never came to his attention when the bird got a lot more closer to Tanjirou, he would hop their toes closer in his arms, and would peck little nips on his skin for his attention. Though, the bird was also a demeaning little thing. It reminded him a lot of a certain green haired friend.

"How is she?" He asked the little bird, eyes half lidded.

Caw!

"With... the enemy?"

His eyes widened.

--

You sighed in your bed, eyelashes fluttered with every blinking second. You took out your notebook and started writing on the desk he has.

I could smell all the impurity in this place, all the helpless souls that have nowhere to go. I seems that the demon here is peculiar. Emotionless without any restraint. I saw some people on the room he has and they looked to be praising him. I heard from the locals before that there was this cult with a boy with rainbow eyes that came from Kami. Oh dear, they need to know the truth.

You laughed at your own fake concern for the people. Hell, you did not care one bit for their health. You flipped your hair and walked back to your bed, until...

A knock sounded at your door.

You blinked.

"Who is it?"

No reply. You frowned and let up your guard.

You walked up to the door, Kagune slowly emitting from the back, and opened it.

A blast of black belt like tendrils shot out from the door and almost knocking you from your feet. A frown left your lips as it grazed your cheek with a new scar. Thought it quickly healed as soon as it came.

Now your eyes shadowed with darkness shot at Muzan at the doorstep.

"Scoundrel.." You spat.

he didn't know what was coming to him. He held that smirk at the doorway.

"Poor thing. You must be eliminated immediately."

You dodged the two tendril that made a noise that were equivalent to a bomb. The ground shook as you kicked him away and let him make a hole on the wall. His body passed through trees and from the smoke and debris, you emerged with the bloodlust to kill.

"You dare fight me?"

"I have no choice, my dear." Muzan sputtered from the ground, coughing up blood that he wiped form his smirking lips.

You narrowed you eyes. "Then I have no choice. You think you can put me down that easily?"

Your flesh turned itself out. New skin grew and grew until you could touch the highest infrastructure. White scales grew from the surface, a loud shriek coming out of your mouth. This monster of a creature stood before the King of Demons There can never be a day where the moon shone brighter.

An inhumane echo mixed with your own voice cackled before insulting in a dark tone. "Fuck you. You insolent greedy bitch."

One strike after another, Muzan forced his way towards your eyes locked and hungry. The place shook and trees were cut down. No one were to be able witness this fight, those who do will be unfortunate for sure. There is a analytical thinking in Muzan's movements while yours were a dance. This compare and contrast with the both of you was certainly dangerous.

Muzan wiped a sweat on his forehead.

"If you think that I'll let you go, then you're greatly mistaken."

You, torn to half, half of your humanistic body already visible. Catching your breath from the cold air.

"Try me, scoundrel."

Slowly, she placed a hand on his neck.

Both of them so tired.

There wasn't anything they can do.

Muzan's head fell on your chest. You rolled your eyes and proceed to open up your shell of a form, slinging Muzan's body on your shoulder then moving back to Douma's base.

You found the hole that you made. It's a surprise that Douma still hasn't discovered you creation, but then again, he does have some guests to deal with.

"There you go," placed him on the bed. "Never thought demons like you could get tired."

You raised the plastic syringe on your hand. "Glad that I took this with me."

Muzan is but a man who got scared of his fate and does everything in his power to not be infected by anything that would lead his life to danger.

Which surprised you, since you know about what he was going to do. It was either no attack to attack. Surprisingly, he chooses the latter. Both will bring harm to him, and he chose the decision where he wouldn't have great odds.

How odd undead.

Muzan groaned. Your eyes snapped back.

--

His eyes opened, a tired feeling he hadn't been able to feel for a very long time came about and diseases his whole being.

"Good morning, scoundrel."

He flashed his eyes to the shadows. And here you were besides the window that illuminated the dust.

"Did you have good dreams?"

"How long was I out?"

Muzan's voice was but a whisper. Coarse and quiet.

"A few hours, I guess," you fiddled with the locks of your hair. "But to you that would be a second."

And in a second, his hands were already on your neck. His eyes blazing red while yours were threatening him to do so.

He would be an idiot to continue this further.

This stupid woman thing. What does she know?

"You've already tried. And with the poison still on your system, I don't think you can last very long."

"You can't kill me."

"Wanna' bet, scoundrel?"

A glint in his eyes flashed for a moment. Before a laugh resounded from his throat.

You raised your brows. "Huh?"

He laughed harder, taking off his hands from your neck.

"Your pure reaction was priceless!"

You scrunched your face and let your fingers touch the place where his were before.

"You aren't afraid that I might kill you?"

"You won't."

"And what makes you say that?"

"I know my reasons..."

He moves closer, cupping your cheek and bit his lips, moving closer to your ears and said, "You work for Ubuyashiki, why is that?"

You pushed him away, as he laughed.

"And you won't kill me because of what you are..." He ran his hand through his black locks. "...And what I am."

You tilted your head, eyes narrowed. "So you know?"

"I know from the day I heard you laugh." He sneered.

You clicked your tongue. "You should watch your mouth."

Next thing you know his plump lips locked into yours. It moved in a rhythm as he moaned into yours in ecstasy. It caught your breath, a dream that lived in another life.

He released with a heavy breath. Despite his cursed mocking before, he seemed to be out of state.

"No."

Now you two were at an embrace. The moon moved up the sky and now the room was in complete darkness.

"What made you think to side with Ubuyashiki?"

"Despite that old man's shallow personality, I do fight for what he stands for."

"You don't know how I despise those words that came out of your mouth," He growled. "But I do agree. He does have a shallow personality."

You giggled at that, which caught Muzan off guard.

"He isn't different from you, you know."

He frowned at that.

Your eyes gazed at the bare outline of the bed on the corner of the room. Muzan shared the emotion that you held.

"The difference is that you cause despair. Encourage it, even. And Kagaya presents hope. For himself and his people--"

"--You really believe that he treats them like his children and not pawns in a chess board--?"

"--And you don't?" You snapped back.

You gripped the black blazer that he wore.

He asked, ever in a whisper, "What are you in the middle of that?"

You thought carefully. You know better than to say the wrong words. But it naturally slips your tongue like silk.

"I'm despair asking for hope."

You can feel Muzan's breath on your left ear. And suddenly you feel ever touch of his hands.

Despite being a demon, his body was warm.

And slowly, as if he was afraid I was going to curse him, he placed a kiss on your neck.

"You don't know what you do to me," He whispered, gliding his nose up your ear. "Extremely and incandescently euphoric."

And for some reason, you couldn't find it in you to reject his affections.

He weaves you to the bed by your hips and gently laid you down onto he mattress. If it wasn't for the night, you wouldn't have seen the gentle red tint on his pale cheeks.

He inhaled your scent just above your shoulder "For some fucking reason--"

"Language." You mused.

"--I just can't let you go," he said.

He kissed and nibbled on your skin, enjoying every minute of finding that single soft spot on your neck. Once your moan got louder, he focused on that area with more attention than anyone could give you. He have longed for this moment. When he first saw you, the way your body moved to the flow of the universe. It was engraved in his mind. Wanting to touch you so badly. Wanting to make you his.

"Fuck..."

He took off the lace that held your kimono, immediately attacked on of your nipple as you arched your back from its slight pain. Yes, this was what you were used to.

Nibbled it and licked on it until it's bruised. You internally laughed at his expense since you knew from what you'd seen before, he's in heaven to this very moment. It sent ripples of pleasure down to his very core. 

He gave a satisfying pop and gave you some passionate kisses before going down to your long skirt.

You rubbed his wavy hair. "Such a good boy."

To say he was at lost for words was like calling water wet.

Although he kept on taking off her skirt, albeit in one swoop, he could feel the bulge forming in his pants.

Once it revealed her folds, he couldn't even contain himself to go down on her.

"Hmm..!" You moaned, tilting your head to the side. "Good boy... my good boy, Muzan."

"Darling," He rise and took your chin to meet his lustful gaze. So needy with all of you. "Eyes on me please."

He went back down and started lapping the juices that pent up from all his teasing before.

You...

This was humiliating. But Muzan couldn't find anything in himself to show care. The most perfect being in front of him. Muzan won't admit out loud, but he knows that this beauty in his bedroom right now, can might as well kill him in this moment. But you don't, and you know you could. 

"To be with you... ruling side by side as kings and queens... we could kill that Ubuyashiki bastard and be immortal beings." The thought sent rays of euphoria. He shivered. 

"Nghh... Muzan--!" 

And those felt like music to his ears. He continued to rub the bud on top of your pussy, elliciting a reaction that made you spasm and grasp the sheets beside you. 

"That's it, you're mine. No on will take you from me. I will never give you to the other side. You stay by my side... hah... you hear me?" He gave bites on your legs, giving it a sniff and kissed you pussy. "Tell me you're all mine."

"I-- I-- ah--! Am all yours--!" You moaned.

Muzan closed his eyes. The bulge in his pants were starting to hurt. But he wanted to take it slow, let you get the feel of what he gave offer you, and wait for the moment when he can finally make you his bride. Yes, and that's when he can devour you, fill you up with his--

He couldn't continue the thought, if he did, maybe he won't be able to control himself, and he wouldn't be different that those he just commanded two hours ago. 

Muzan released your legs and raised up for him to be face to face with you. His eyes hungry and in pleasure, mirroring what you are feeling. 

"M-Mu-- I'm gonna... I'm gonna--!"

He eyes were hazy and his mouth open, moaning with you softly, which was so different of what she usually would see with him. 

"That's it... That's it... come for me. Come in my hands and revel in your pleasure. Come because of what I can do to you. What I can only do."

"Y-Yes...! My king--!"

His eyes blew wide open.

"AH--!" You arched your back, pressing your skin to his, your breasts and your legs, brushing on the bulge in his pants. You were seeing heaven. He never stop stroking your vulva and he had the same expression as you did, mouth wide open and moaning. 

You came down form your high, but he still continued to rub it, ever so gently, to get you down from your high. It was magical to say the least, your hair stuck to the corners of your neck and you heaved as your chest moved up and down. Muzan laid beside you, copying that same tired look. 

Confused for a second, you looked down and saw the reason. There was a wet spot on his bulge. He came with you at the same time.