Theme: Angst, angst, and more angst 🤩✨
“Yes? What would you like?” Muzan asked, turning to his highest ranked demon.
“Uh.. Master, I would like to, uh, ask you…out?” Kokushibo said nervously. For over thirty years his crush on his king had only grown. And only just a couple months before, the other uppermoons had found out. They’d pushed him to confess ever since he told them and he’d finally decided he would today. Which was what he was currently doing.
Muzan cocked his head to the side, confused. Ask him out? To leave the room or…?Â
But reading his uppermoon’s mind proved he’d gotten it completely wrong.
Forcing away the heat that was rising up to his face, Muzan quickly got ahold of himself. “Kokushibo,” he said.
The said demon looked up and met the red-pink eyes of his crush with the six of his own. “Hm?”
“No.”
The word bounced around the room several times before it sank into Kokushibo’s mind and he realized what his master meant. “…No?” he whispered, more to himself than to the other.
Muzan nodded and turned to leave. He paused at the doorway, though, and said, “Oh, and, tell the other uppermoons that if they so much as think about any of these stupid relationship things, they can forget they ever existed. That goes to you, too, Kokushibo. I’m surprised you even considered it. And for thirty years?” He shook his head, disappointed, and left, leaving Kokushibo to process what had just happened.
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“I knew it. I told you he wouldn’t accept it..” Kokushibo repeated for the 10th time, looking off into the distance.
Daki sighed and continued rubbing Kokushibo’s back. Usually it was the elder of the two acting as the comforter, but this time Daki had to play the part to her father figure. “I’m sure he’s just in shock.”
“No.. no, he was clear about it. If he thought we might be together at any point he wouldn’t have put such restrictions.. He’s right, though. I can’t let myself think such things, I mustn’t ponder this any longer.” Kokushibo’s mind was set. Kind of. Well, not really. A little. …Not at all, if he was honest, but he had to obey his Master’s orders. He got up and gave Daki the fakest smile ever. “I’ll be fine, no need to worry. I apologize for this inconvenience. I’ll see you later.” (BRO HOW DO YOU SPELL THAT- Edit: Nvm i fixed it ðŸ˜)
He left without another word.
Daki sighed again and looked down. If she hadn’t pushed him to confess this wouldn’t have happened. How had she messed everything up..Â
Douma walked in and sat next to Daki. “Don’t worry, they both just need time to think about it!” He clapped cheerfully. “I’m sure in no time they’ll be together.”
From behind the two uppermoons, Akaza groaned in annoyance. “Master literally said we can’t even as much as think about those kinds of things, stop acting like it’s going to happen. Because as much as we want it, the Master’s word is his word and we can’t disobey.”
The blond nodded, still acting as optimistic as ever. Akaza sighed. Daki rolled her eyes at the two and got up. “I’ve got to go now, you two stop fighting.” And at that, she left.
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For another week, Kokushibo grew restless. He couldn’t believe he had actually gone out there and asked Muzan that. Or that he had been rejected. The humiliation and disappointment weighed down on him. The other Uppermoons tried desperatly to cheer him up, but as much as he appreciated their attempts, it did nothing to lift his spirits. He was just to sadened about this to be happy.
Meanwhile, Muzan couldn’t get his mind off of this. He was surprised, shocked, flustered (although he would never admit it), and apprehensive. He didn’t know how to feel about this but he did know (or at least he thought he did) that he shouldn’t accept this confession. It would get in the way of everything. Of course, he felt that that might be wrong but… who would listen to their heart anyways. That was weak and for humans. Which was how they were always so vulnerable and fearful. Getting attatched caused problems.
Then again.
If he didnt accept, who knows how long he’ll be thinking about this on and on. He couldn’t stop, and if he didn’t at least consider accepting then who knows how long he might think about it. But of course that was the whole point. Distracting him from important matters.
He sighed, annoyed. Why were emotions so annoying and complicated?!
Muzan rolled his eyes at himself. Whatever, this wasn’t worth his time.
But then an hour later he caught himself thinking about it, yet again. What was wrong with him? Had these emotions gotten ahold of his head…?
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Kokushibo sat in his study, reading.Â
Kiyoko took his hands and smiled up at him. “What I would give to live with you forever.” She smiled softly and faded away, leaving Hiroshi crying deeply as his lover disappeared in his arms.
The Uppermoon paused, wondering why he was reading this. He’d gotten so into the book that he hadn’t even realized he was reading a romance novel. Was this because he wanted to replicate this with Muzan? ….Wait.
Why couldn’t he just stop thinking about this? Every day it was Muzan this, Muzan that. Wishing he was in his arms now, knowing that he’d never be then. What was with him? He had to stop this. Push down all these disrupting feelings. No. More. Emotions.Â
Sometimes he wished he could be like Douma. Never feeling real emotions, only faking. It would make things all the more easier. He got up and tucked the book back into the bookshelf. That was enough thinking. He had to accept his fate. Enough of this wanting, he was done with wisihgn he had something he would never get. Leaving the room, he vowed he wouldn’t have anything to do with love again. Never ever.
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Muzan was having completely different thoughts. He felt as if he shouldn’t have been so harsh on his uppermoon. Besides, he had always favored his top ranked Uppermoon best. Which was one of the reason Kokushibo was Upper 1. And besides, there was something there. He hated to admit it, but he had definitely flushed JUST A LITTLE (totally-) when the confession had risen. So maybe he should accept this? Maybe..Â
He looked around. Where was Kokushibo? He would accept the confession now. Two weeks of thinking was enough, who cares about the restrictions he’d set. They didn’t matter anymore. He was going to get Kokushibo and accept the stupid (or not) confession. He couldn’t take it anymore, too much thinking and theorizing and restless nights of worry. He was going to give his own confession to his favorite Uppermoon.
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Kokushibo had been called to see Muzan for a reason he did not know. He knocked on the door and waited for a response.
 Muzan looked up. When he realized it was Kokushibo, he took a deep breath to get himself ready before he said, “Come in.” He motioned for the other to sit across from him as the demon strode in. “I know you’re wondering why I have summoned you here, and, well, the matter is quite simple. It’s a matter adressing what happened a couple weeks ago. Your… ‘confession.'”Â
The room grew painfully quiet as the demon king waited for an answer. Then, “Yes?” Kokushibo wondered if it was to reprimand (me writing that but only vaguely knowing what it means)Â him for thinking about it. But whatever it was, at least he had decided to let it go and stop paying so much attention to it, right?”
Muzan took a deep breath, deciding to let Kokushibo have his privacy and not read his mind. If they were going to do this, he needed everything to work out as he wanted. “Well. I’m going to.. accept it. Or rather, I’ll confess something as well. I.. I’m asking you out.”
Kokushibo was beyond shocked. “Wait what?”
“I’m asking you out,” Muzan repeated, getting impaitent.
“No.. I heard what you said but.. I’m just.. surprised.”
“Yes, I suppose you would be. But anyways, now you can accept this an-” the shorter of the two was cut off by Kokushibo.
“No. I am going to reject this. I apologize, Master, but I have no interest in this sort of love nonsense.” And with that, he got up and left, leaving the demon king, the one who got everything he wanted and everything had to be his way, alone.
“…..” Muzan was shocked. How could he have just been rejected? Him? The demon lord? Been rejected by his own subject? ….this couldn’t be happening. How. Why?! He got up to storm after Kokushibo but then paused. This.. humiliation, this embarrassment and disappointment.. It was how Kokushibo must’ve felt when he’d rejected him, right?
He sat back down and slumped in his chair. He supposed he deserved this, then. But.. how would he go about this? Kokushibo had gone with acceptance.. Suppose he did the same? It wouldn’t be easy but.. that’s just life for you. Was this how it was for the humans as well? Perhaps emotions had more to them than fragility….
Word count: 1523
{Look I didn’t know where to end it ok- But anyways this was too short 😞
Anyways, ignore the amount of spelling mistakes in this, I was too lazy to look up the proper spelling.}
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