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genre: angst + modern AU (muzan is the leader of a gang)
x reader or ship: x minor female (sorry for set gender!) OC
requested by: no one
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it was funny the way people looked at you when you were different.

muzan kibutsuji had known that feeling since he was a child. the feeling of eyes always watching you, the sounds of ever present whispers about you echoing wherever you went...

it was a lonely feeling, to be different.

but muzan embraced it.

as he walked through the unkempt streets of a rather seedy part of the city on a crisp fall day, leaves crunching under his feet, he could see- and feel- the stares. it didn't bother him, he just stared right back at the people.

while he was walking past an alleyway, he heard soft cries coming from it, and stopped.

is someone wounded there? what happened?

usually, he wouldn't stop and look in alleyways where cries were emanating from, but he felt as if something was drawing him there. as if he was bewitched, he stepped into the alleyway.

it was filthy in that alleyway. piles of fly-covered trash were everywhere, filling the small space with an aroma similar to decaying bodies. muzan wrinkled his sensitive nose and cursed as he climbed over masses of trash bags, dirtying his freshly polished dress shoes.

at the end of the alleyway, curled up in a pile of trash, was a little girl. she appeared to be sleeping soundly, a satisfied smile on her face.

muzan approached her carefully, and she heard his footsteps and awoke, looking at him with panic in her wide eyes.

her eyes were a gray similar to the cloudy sky of autumn, and her hair was dark like the fertile soil of spring. her lips, would they have been curled into a smile rather than widened in an expression of shock, were beautiful.

why was such a precious seeming young child living such an unfortunate life?

she stuck her hand down a hole in between the bags she had been sleeping on and pulled out a rusty, sharp piece of metal that appeared to have once been part of a fire escape ladder that was hanging above her head. she brandished it like a sword, and lowered her eyebrows, trying to look scary.

muzan laughed, amused by how cute this girl was when she was angry.

out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something sparkling behind the girl. it didn't appear to be very valuable, just a trinket of some sort, but he was curious as to what it was.

"what's that?"

he asked, tossing his head in the direction of the trinket.

the girl looked towards where he had gestured, looking frightened. she let go of the piece of metal she had been using as a weapon and rushed over to grab the trinket, which turned out to be a dirty silver locket shaped like a heart.

she held it close to her heart, and backed up until her back was pressed to the wall, her eyes like a rabid dog looking for a place to run.

muzan swiftly grabbed the metal piece from the ground and pointed it towards her neck, making her whimper.

"do you see your mistake?"

he asked, throwing the piece back onto the ground.

"n-no..."

the girl said in a soft voice that was dry and cracked with infrequent use.

"i distracted you, and i took advantage of that distraction. if you were one of my enemies, your throat would've been slit by now. it's fortunate for you that you mean nothing to me."

the girl looked up at muzan with... was that reverence in her eyes?

"you're so cool!"

she exclaimed, and muzan cocked his head in confusion.

"thank... you?"

he murmured, unsure of what to respond with in that instant.

"do you wanna see mommy?"

the girl opened up the locket and held it up for muzan to see. inside of the locket was a photo of a young woman that looked much like the girl, with gentle gray eyes and long dark hair tied in a ponytail. she was smiling at the camera, and holding a baby, which muzan assumed was the girl, in her arms.

"she's beautiful," muzan said, not lying.

"where is she now?"

the girl pointed up at the cloudy autumn sky.

"she's up there now!"

she said, in an unnaturally happy tone.

unexpectedly, muzan felt sad for this poor girl. how hard it must be, to lose someone so important to you at such a young age! she couldn't be more than seven years old...

as he was mourning for the girl, he felt a weight wrap around him, and looked down to see the girl hugging him.

his instincts told him to kick her and back away- after all, her filth was ruining his fancy suit- but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to hurt this precious gem of a girl.

"don't be sad!"

she said, smiling up at him sweetly. he was right- she was beautiful when she smiled.

"i'll see her up there someday!"

muzan didn't believe in eternal life, but when he heard the conviction the girl had, even he couldn't help but agree.

as he turned to go to a meeting he was already hopelessly late to, the girl called out to him.

"yes, child?"

he said, slightly harshly.

"you remind me of daddy. daddy dressed the same way, and he acted the same way as you. are you a friend of daddy?"

muzan cursed, hoping against hope that what he thought had happened hadn't happened.

one of his men, a well known playboy known as douma, had been rumored to have fathered a child with a human woman. muzan had never put too much stock in the rumors. after all, he liked douma. he didn't want to kill him if the rumors were true.

but, seeing this girl and hearing what she said, he had a sneaking suspicion that douma had, indeed, impregnated a human woman, and that the girl was the result of that pregnancy.

"what does your father look like?"

he asked, hoping to get a better idea on whether or not douma was the girl's father or not.

"he's reeaaally tall! he has hair like the sun, and his eyes are like rainbows! he's a nice guy, but he never comes to see me..."

that damned playboy douma! it is his child...

"do you know daddy?"

the girl seemed excited. she was probably hoping that, if muzan knew her father, he'd take her to see him.

"yes, i do. he works for me."

the girl squealed and jumped up and down, making muzan laugh.

"can you take me to see him? pleeeeaseeee, daddy's boss?"

"my name is muzan," muzan replied.

"i'm mikoto! it's a pleasure to meet you!"

muzan took mikoto's hand with a smile and led her to the place where his gang met, hoping that meeting her father would make her happy.

she deserved it, after all.

a/n: aaaand that is part one done! i was going to make this a story, but i think it can be a three parter oneshot. it might fit better that way.

i hope you enjoyed this oneshot! if you did, please vote and comment, it means a lot to me!

i love you all so much, have a lovely day/night!