Theme: ANGST 🥲
Kokushibo was feeling rather anxious. It had been a while since Muzan had talked to him and, though this would’ve been normal, the two were dating and usually Muzan would talk to him at least once every other day or so. It had been two months. He didn’t understand and he was a bit disappointed with each day that passed and still no word from his boyfriend. At first he figured Muzan was busy. Then he convinced himself that he was being held up. But of course, it only kept him at bay for a little and Kokushibo was very fretful.Â
He did have a way to signal to Muzan he wanted to talk, but he was afraid that maybe the demon lord was mad at him, so he refrained from doing so at the moment.Â
Kokushibo went on with his days—or, rather, nights—as normal for a while until he grew restless worrying about what happened and got ahold of Muzan through their way of communication. He entered his Master’s office that day, nervous of what me might find. He found Muzan, sitting sternly at his desk, waiting for Kokushibo.
“H..Hello, Master,” Kokushibo said reluctantly, bowing.
“Kokushibo. What are you doing here?” Muzan asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I.. I told you in the letter..” Kokushibo murmured.
“I didn’t read it. I only saw you wanted to come. So what was your purpose?” the demon said, his voice low, menacing.
Kokushibo was confused. Muzan always read his letters, why not now?
“Merely because I have no time to read such useless letters,” Muzan responded, referring to what Kokushibo was thinking.
“Oh. Right,” he said quietly. All six of his eyes closed as his panic rose. Had he done something to anger Muzan? This, Muzan didn’t answer and only watched Kokushibo grow worried. “Uhm.. have I done anything to anger you, master?”
“Why would you think that?” Muzan asked, an almost amused tone to his voice.
“Be..because you’ve not talked to me in so long,” Kokushibo whispered. “You used to see me almost every day.”
“I was spoiling you then. It was right to stop because you’ve clearly thought you’re special,” Muzan said.
“Oh.” It was all he could say. Kokushibo’s throat went dry and he swallowed. Was that really all or was Muzan just frustrated with him and didn’t want to say?
“You’re such a bore, get out of here and finish your missions or I’ll consider lowering your rank,” Muzan said, though it was an empty threat. Douma wasn’t quite as strong as Kokushibo.
“Okay. I apologize,” Kokushibo said quietly, leaving the room.
He found himself outside in a field and he sat down, staring at the plants around him. What had he done? Muzan had called him a bore, said Kokushibo thought himself special, said so much to suggest Muzan didn’t care about him anymore, but he hadn’t broken up with Kokushibo yet. Why?
~~~
Muzan was there, in front of Kokushibo. He wore a smile that looked forced as he said, “Kokushibo.”
“Yes, Master?” Kokushibo responded, bowing.
“I have to apologize for yesterday. I’d only had a bad day because this woman kept pestering me.” Muzan’s body was stiff as if he felt repulsed apologizing.
“It’s.. it’s fine,” Kokushibo said, confused. “No need to apologize.”
“Good,” was all Muzan said. Then he walked forward, put one hand on Kokushibo’s chest, one on his cheek, and pulled him down for a kiss which Kokushibo was grateful for. Muzan spent most of the rest of the night cuddling with Kokushibo, kissing him, arousing him. By the time Muzan left, Kokushibo was drunk with all the affection and didn’t seem to notice the smirk that played on Muzan’s lips as he left.
~~~
All so suddenly, Kokushibo found himself surrounded by Muzan’s careless but affectionate gestures. He recieved many pleasures for the next few weeks which Muzan never ceased to provide, entertaining Kokushibo’s body, his mind, his lips, until Kokushibo was lost in it all and didn’t realize how strong of a hold Muzan had on him until it was too late.
He was walking quietly, then turned a corner and saw Muzan. Wanting to surprise him, he made his mind as blank as possible and his presence as hidden as he could manage and hid behind the wall seperating the two. Muzan was talking to a different demon, not an Upperrank, though. A woman, whom Kokushibo believed to be the woman who was somewhat connected to the infinity fortress.
“-him?” the woman was saying.
“No, he doesn’t need to know yet,” Muzan said quietly.
“But will you tell him? I don’t see why you continue with this if you don’t care about him,” she said.
“Simply for, ah,” Muzan paused and there was the sound of moving fabric. “For the pleasures of it, if you understand.”
“You enjoy that?”
“I think you should be careful about what you ask, Nakime.” Muzan’s voice had an edge to it as he spoke.
“My apologies, Master. But, you realize he will catch on eventually, right? Humans are harder to get this such thing out of them, they don’t last quite as long,” Nakime murmured.
“I’m aware. He’s too naive, however, and has yet to even had the faintest idea of this,” he said, and Kokushibo could almost hear him smiling.
“Right, well, he’s lived for nearly five hundred years, if he doesn’t catch on he’s.. he’s to be very…” Nakime didn’t elaborate but Muzan caught on.Â
“Stupid. Like I said, he’s very naive,” Muzan said.
“Yes, I suppose he is,” she agreed.
“Mhm. Well, even if he did find out he’d have to do as I s..” Muzan paused and when he continued, his voice had a touch of anger to it. “He’d have to do as I say, right?”
There was the sound of rustling fabric again—perhaps Nakime had nodded. But Muzan seemed to have not meant the question for her because he said, “Right?” Then he waited a beat for a response. None. Kokushibo’s heart beat fast and suddenly there was the strum of Nakime’s biwa and he was there. There in front of Muzan, Nakime, and he knew that there was no way of escaping.
“Isn’t that right, Kokushibo? You cannot escape my orders,” Muzan said, stalking forward.
Kokushibo nodded stifly, vaguely aware of Nakime’s pitying look. “Yes, master.”
“Tell me, Kokushibo. Why were you listening?” Muzan asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I.. I wanted to.. to surprise you,” he said, his voice meek, quietly.
“Yes, and you kept listening throughout the whole conversation?” Muzan said.
“..yes,” Kokushibo whispered.
“So.. I’m sure you’ve grasped that I was talking about you, right?”
“Yes, master,” the Uppermoon said. He felt weak in the knees but Muzan hadn’t allowed him to sit so he didn’t move, his gaze straight ahead, his body numb.
“You know.. I used to be quite fond of you. But you were boring, with your constant want of affection and of comfort.” Muzan scoffed. “But you were also easily manipulated if I gave you what you wanted. I could also get something out of this so, there you are.”
Suddenly finding the urge to talk, Kokushibo said, “…You betrayed me.. You were.. you were lying the whole time.”
Muzan laughed, a cold, fake sound. “And? Since when was I anything but hostile?”
{Word count: 1278}
The wheel picked this so like it’s sad because the two oneshots I posted today (i’m still confused how I managed to post two oneshots both longer than 1000 words and also finish all my homework in one day-) were both fluff so.. </3
And the title of this was picked by me opening a KNY book to a random page and putting my finger down randomly to see what word it would be continuously until I got a good word (no because some of them were so goofy..)
I’m unsure if I wrote this wrote this well (the wheel had picked anxiety and betrayal btw)Â
Like I’m also having second thoughts abt the title bc it doesn’t exactly fit but whatever-
anyways..
3 ONESHOTS IN ONE DAY OML :O
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