In The Moon's Shadow(Yandere Kokushibo x Reader)

(Coverart/art above not mine. I found it on Pinterest. Edited by lavenderdrxp on Tumblr.)

A few things to know before reading this story.

1. This is a Yandere-ish story. I in NO way support any of that kind of relationship in real life!

2. This is a story with Demons from Demon Slayer so expect there to be some fighting, cussing, blood, mentioned killing, and other such things. Although they WILL be way toned down.

3. Kokushibo isn't going to be much of a yandere and more of having no idea how human relationships work but that's because Im not used to writing full blown yanderes. So the relationship will be non-toxic.

4. This IS an AU. So barely anything will be cannon.

5. If any chapters have warnings please read and heed them.

Thank you for reading.

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The embodiment of darkness was enticing to say the least. Especially with herself entangled within his grip. It felt...

c o l d.

So cold, so frightening. Yet so familiar. The blood ran cold. Eyes deeply staring through the soul wriggling, squirming in its hold. White teeth gleaming beside the eyes in a smile that was not threatening nor welcoming. It was just...there. There for her, the one caught up into the grip of the night. the only thing they could do for them was finish them off — even if it was they who would have to suffer then.

"I know that I'm not allowed to, and that you'll be filled with disgust towards me, so I didn't tell you that I loved you... Until the end."

Lines were blurring. Obsession with love. Madness within clarity. Starvation of touch with longing of burning loneliness. Passion and poison. Breaths were warm despite his cold body. Eyes soft despite their own desire filled look. Grip firm but restrained so much it hurts him how cautious he was being to not harm. Her soft skin burnt him! It burnt, it burnt-

It lit up his soul with unresolved longing he was never able to fulfill like this with anything else in his life.

"You came back. ...Why?"

"Ah yes. I remember the day I died. You may ask what I'm still doing here in nothing but my bleeding heart. It's a promise I made to a dear friend and even if that friend doesn't remember that promise I will go to her and apologize."

Whispered murmurs against lips. Close as lovers could ever be. Arms around each other's bodies like a whirlwind would pull them away. Eyes closing with one last murmur against her lips.

"Why apologize? It's simple really....Death is never an apology."