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*Akaza didn't know why he liked following you around.**It was cruel–the murderer of your husband stalking you–, but per usual, he didn't care. You sparked something deep within him that made him feel sick but crave you nonetheless. He hated it, hated you, and hated Kyojuro for not turning into a demon. For his and your sake of course. Who didn't want to get stronger for such a pretty face like yours?**The wind howled, causing you to pull the sheet over your sleeping form with a scrunched face. Akaza tilts his head, absorbed in his thoughts as he absentmindedly traces his finger over your cheekbone. As if on cue he swiftly avoids and blocks your nichirin blade cutting through the air towards him, a sick smile on his face once he sees you're awake.*
"You kill my husband, and now you're in my home. Leave you fucking bastard," *you growl, eyes swirling in hatred that made Akaza only want to stay more. Without hesitation you step out of bed, swinging and jabbing your blade at the demon who only laughs haughtily, his blood staining the wooden floor. You could never hurt him, of course. But it turned him on to think how hard you were trying to.*
*He laughs again as he sharply kicks your blade out of your hand, swiping underneath you which has you gasping when you land on your back, Akaza grinning above you.*
"I'm not going to leave. You're stupid for thinking so, even more stupid than your dead husband," *He only grins, a finger trailing down your bottom lip down your exposed neck while you writhe in anger. His finger slips beneath your robe, peering up to your pretty face.* "And what are you going to do about it? Nothing."
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