Random Kny One Shots [Requests Closed] Unwilling pt. 2 | {KokuZan}

Theme: Angst

Note: Aesthetically has no KokuZan pictures cuz i’m using a diff device now.. 

So the picture is a lie there’s no fluff :3<3

Ty to freshbeans6479 and Im_using_my_rosetoy for da ideas of the pt.2 ^^! (putting the screenshot here would only spoil what happens so <3)

TW: Mentionss of suicideeee 🥲

This is a bit short, sorryy..

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Previously: 

He smiled at it, a sort of bitter smile.

“I tried,” he whispered, leaning forward and closing his eyes.

Blue and red lights flashed across his gaze and he blinked wearily, confused. His whole body hurt and he groaned. 

“Sir, I need you to stay still. We’re going to give you an anesthetic,” someone said, holding Muzan’s body up.

He could barely register the words and blacked out before he knew what was happening.

When he woke up, his head hurt like hell and he didn’t know what was happening. His throat felt parched and he winced as he tried to sit up, looking around. He appeared to be in a hospital room, he knew that, but he didn’t remember anything that had happened in the last… he didn’t remember much, actually.

He felt almost like a chunk of his brain had been chopped away. 

There was talking outside the door and two people stepped into the room. One wore a white robe and had a nametag on it. The other person was a mystery for he didn’t appear to be someone who worked here, neither someone Muzan recognised. 

“Muzan!” the unknown person said. 

The one with the nametag—Tamayo, apparently—stayed at the door. She said something to the other person then nodded and left.

Muzan was his name, right? Right. How did this person know it. 

The person moved to stand next to his bed and said, his face creased with worry, “Are… are you alright?” 

“Who are you?” Muzan asked. Or rather, he tried to ask but his throat was so dry it came out in a choked cough.

The person quickly handed him some water which Muzan realized he couldn’t even drink given that his hands felt stiff. 

The man, which he could now see had long black and red hair tied up in a ponytail, brought the cup to Muzan’s lips and he drank needily, sighing deeply once he’d finished.

“Who are you?” he repeated now, his voice clearer.

The man, then, looked hurt and almost scared. “You… you know who I am!! I’m… I’m Michika-… Kokushibo.” 

The supposed Kokushibo went to grasp Muzan’s hands but he thought better of it and stopped.

“I don’t know any Michika,” Muzan said. He raised an eyebrow—or at least he hoped that was what he did. “Do you know me?” 

The man—Kokubisho (not a typo<3), ‘Michika’, whatever—nodded, looking almost desperate. “You… you don’t remember me?”

“No, now please leave I don’t feel to bothering with random strangers,” Muzan huffed.

“You know me!! You… don’t you remember?” Kokubisho asked. 

“No! Haven’t we already landed on that??” 

He looked down. “You forgot… You hit your head too hard and the doctors said you would forget but I was hoping you didn’t.” 

“Yeah, yeah, enough bullshit anyone can come up with a lie. Now go away,” Muzan ordered, though what Kokubisho had said had hit a bit too close to home. He did feel like he’d forgotten a lot, but then again he still didn’t feel any familiarity to this man and wouldn’t he, if he’d known him? 

Michika glanced one more time at Muzan before turning and leaving with a defeated look in his posture. 

Muzan rolled his eyes. This was so stupid. So fucking stupid.

~~~

Kokushibo was practically in tears when he arrived home to a curious Yoriichi.

“What happened?” Yoriichi asked, concerned.

“He… forgot everything,” the former demon said, his voice quiet. 

“Oh?” 

“He forgot me too,” Michikatsu said, slumping down on a chair.

“Do you… still like him?” Yoriichi asked hesitantly, confused.

His brother looked up, his eyes teary. “I…” 

“Hm?” Yoriichi moved over, embracing him.

“I do,” Michikatsu admitted quietly. “Yes, yes I do. I really do..!”

Yoriichi gave him a sympathetic look. “And…”

“And he doesn’t remember me,” he finished, his voice tight with sorrow. “He doesn’t remember me at all.”

~~~

Nakime waited outside the hospital room anxiously as she watched Michikatsu storm out. She was allowed inside, finally, by a woman with her black hair tied back. 

“Thank you,” Nakime said, smiling. 

She walked in and saw an irritated-looking Muzan sitting on his bed.

“Muzan?” she said tentatively. 

He looked up. “Are you here to convince me that you know me?” he asked, huffing. 

Nakime looked taken aback before she realized this must be the reason Michikatsu had left so upset. “No, ah… I was the one who found you when you’d gotten hurt and I was, uhm, given your name. So I wanted to check on you,” she said, which was partially a lie but besides the part about now knowing him, it was true. 

He looked relieved at that and nodded stifly. “Then, thank you, I suppose, if you really were the one to save me. Do you know how I got hurt?” he asked, looking confused. “I don’t remember much.”

Nakime averted her eyes, not really wanting to answer. But Muzan pressed her to tell him until she finally gave up. “You were… found at the bottom of a cliff. There really wasn’t any way that you’d’ve been able to get there given that where you were was way off the path under it. I honestly think that you wouldn’t have been found if I’d not been on a walk there… it was so far out. Besides that, the impact of all your wounds could only have happened if you’d… fallen off the cliff.” She hesitated then, although eventually the reason why became clear.

Muzan’s eyes met hers and he saw how sad her expression looked. Putting two and two together, he mumbled, “So I was trying to kill myself?”

Nakime nodded solemnly, drawing her gaze away from his. “That’s what we think. Nobody wanders up that hill for mindless activity, it’s not safe there anyways.”

“Oh.”

Silence stretched across the room for a long time and they both just stared at the ground in silence, unsure what to think of anything.

Then Nakime said, rather abruptly, “I’ll leave you here then, I suppose…”

Muzan nodded, then paused. “Wait!” he said before she reached the door.

“Hm?” She turned back curiously.

“Do I… Did I know you?” he asked cautiously. “I don’t seem to rememeber anything and the man who came in before you insisted that he knew me… I don’t recognise either of you but I wanted to know…”

Nakime gave him a pitiful look. “I don’t want to force you to believe it, but you did know both me and Michikatsu. You knew him as Kokushibo. And I as Nakime.” She took let out a soft breath. “You were quite fond of Kokushibo,” she murmured before turning and leaving, closing the door behind her.

Muzan looked down at the blanket draped over his body. So that was why Michika had been so insistent? How fond of him had he been? 

{Word count: 1176}

STOP I KINDA WANT TO MAKE A PART THREE WHERE MUZAN GOES THROUGH THE PROCESS OF REMEMBERING (ppl telling him abt himself basically)

AND ALSO BRING KIE BACK TO HIM

BUT IDK.

😭

Muzan being confused asf:

(sorry if i didn’t write it as you’d said there :’> I just kinda went along your og req of uh this:

so uh yeah…

now i go regret not doing my hw <33