#ler!douma

After many years, the meetings became very infrequent; there was no longer a sufficient reason to gather. And if Muzan did summon them, it was only to reprimand them for failing to fulfill the objective of the search.

Douma: Oh Muzan-sama, I think no matter how much I search, I can't find anything. I'm a terrible detective, but I've sent my followers to look for more information. I'll tell you as soon as I know!

Muzan: ...Your mere presence bothers me, now get out, I don't even know why I summon you if your stupid answer is always the same

Words weren't something that hurt him honestly; he had even offered to cut off his arm as punishment for not giving him anything, but he refused. Oh well, what could he do?

Kokushibo: You have so little respect and an incredible level of confidence for the way that you disrespect Muzan-sama.

Douma: Oh, Kokushibo-Dono! Don't tell me you were eavesdropping on our conversation. I wouldn't consider it disrespectful; I'm just telling the truth. I'm not good at searching, and besides, I'm busy. I'm not lying about it and he knows it; for some reason he still keeps me here, so he must have some affection for me, and it's mutual.

Kokushibo: Even so, you must maintain respect; he is our master and we must respect him.

Douma, for his part, merely shrugged as he nodded and watched his superior walk away so quickly that he disappeared from sight in a single step.

Although he assumed he had a point, he wasn't putting in that much effort; perhaps there was a way to do more work with his BDA.

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Later, he finally perfected his technique. His ice clones had only been adapted for battle, but he thought that perhaps he could give them another use.

Douma: You guys look cuter than you should, I mean, technically you look like me. But when you fight you're different, why now you seem less threatening?

Perhaps he hadn't quite perfected it; it seemed he needed an outside opinion. But who? Clearly, Akaza wasn't an option; Hantengu would be scared; Gyokko would be a good choice if his perception of "art" weren't so distorted...

Douma: Kokushibo-Dono, I have a very important question for you and I hope you can help me, what do you think?

Kokushibo: What would that question be? I hope it's not something that will waste my time.

Douma: Of course it will be worth it. Remember when you told me I should put more emphasis on finding the flower and meeting Master Muzan's expectations?

Kokushibo: Get to the point, don't waste time with unnecessary introductions

Well, Douma spared no words and decided to take his fans, thus forming two ice clones. They were smaller than the ones he usually wore when fighting; they looked like little kids, but much colder.

Douma: Soooooo, what do you think? I think they could be useful, but what do you say? I'm asking because you always say I should respect the opinions of those above me, that's why I'm asking.

Kokushibo: They're just ice sculptures; I don't see a "special" function for them, nor do they seem to help much in the search for the lily and the location of the Ubuyashiki.

Douma: So they have to prove to you that they can do a good job? Because I'll bet you a date with me all night if they can.

Oh yeah, you heard right, Douma had bet on a date. Well, perhaps not a romantic one, but he figured his superior would be very annoyed by him being with him, "disobeying" Muzan's orders by doing nothing.

Since Kokushibo had nothing to lose and that he considered it a doomed plan, he simply agreed. What could he do to him, after all?

Douma: (okey, this will be a huge challenge. Of course, I can't hurt him, because he'll regenerate immediately. It has to be something no one expects, something no one has done before, something humiliating...)

Kokushibo: Well? Don't waste my time. If you don't do something worth my attention, I'll leave immediately. You have 10 seconds, and that's being generous.

Douma: Oh, I know exactly what I'll do...

Since Kokushibo hadn't expected any fatal attack from Douma, he had slightly lowered his guard, but it was enough for him to be taken down by the ice clones.

For being small, they were quite strong, since even when Kokushibo tried to raise his arm, it seemed as if he had some rock or chain holding him to the ground.

Kokushibo: Mmm, amazing.

Douma: I know! They're very good at deceiving people; no one would suspect such adorable little things. Besides, you let your guard down, and now...

Kokushibo: What are they doing? They're touching me and it feels cold.

Douma: Oh, innocent and clueless Koku-Dono...~ what do you think they'll do to you~?

Kokushibo: ...are you going to tickle me? I can't think of anything else that fits your personality. But I'm telling you right now, you'll be wasting your time. What makes you think I have that weakness?

Douma: Because you were human once, and if you're not afraid to prove otherwise, then just do it. You'll see how stupid you look. Oh, and that way we'll have a date!

Needless to say, Kokushibo rolled his middle eyes. Well, there was no way he was going to fall for that. What were they going to do to him?

But he soon swallowed his words when a strange yet familiar sensation came over his body, causing him to tense up slightly and let out a small gasp.

Douma: That was a really good reaction, obviously I was right, as always. You're ticklish in a certain way, how adorable.

Kokushibo: Nonsense, it just took me by surprise... I'm sure you did something...

Douma: Well, could this count as a spell? Because it doesn't seem like it to me, heh, come on, you can laugh, it's just us...~

Kokushibo: Take that damn tone of voice off your lips... It's making me uncomfortable...

Douma: Hmm, is that my voice? Or is that just the feeling you get? Does my voice give you goosebumps, making the tingling sensation intensify and making you want to laugh and just laugh...~?

He was so hateful, the worst part? He was right. His tone gave him goosebumps, though he attributed it to the fact that his BDA was made of ice and that was transmitted through his little "clones," but that didn't make sense.

Douma: I can tell you're having a hard time with this, because why don't you just laugh? Stop humiliating yourself...

Kokushibo: F-fuhuhuck y-y-you...

Douma: See? You can laugh without any problem.... Oooooh, do you want me to cover your mouth? My clones can do that, so you'll see you don't have to be embarrassed anymore~

Kokushibo: I-I'm g-gohon-... GRK...! STOP IT!

Douma: Oh come on... Aaaah, I think I know where I have to go...~

With a snap of their fingers, everything changed. The touches, once bearable, were now completely more precise, and in that one spot... The only spot that, even when he became a demon, remained sensitive to those touches

His middle eyes widened in astonishment, while the others closed, showing his struggle to try and push away those feelings, not to laugh and to appear strong, although of course, his smile betrayed him.

Kokushibo: D-Do-Douma... S-stahahap... STOP!

Douma: Aww, look at that, you can't anymore? Who would have thought... A man, I mean, demon, so strong, so powerful, and majestic, defeated by a few tickles on his sides.

Kokushibo: I-I... I'm n-n-nohohot...! GRK...! Q-Q-QUHUHUIT I-I-IT...!

Douma: There it is...~ that sweet little laugh I've been searching for! So, you admit defeat?

Kokushibo: N-NEHEVEHEHER...!

Douma: I suspected and anticipated it... Oh well... It seems then I'll have to make it even more humiliating, we'll see how long your pride lasts...

Akaza returned the other demon's smile with a sneer. "What do you want."

The upper two cocked his head. "Whatever do you mean? Can't I look out for my lower comrades?"

Akaza's eye twitched. Lower? Please, one rank above and he gets so full of himself...

"You want something. What." He frowned. No demon Akaza knew was ever friendly for the good of one's own heart.

Douma gave a (clearly false) pout. "Tsk. Down to business so quickly. You're no fun at all. You see..."

The demon (which Akaza was soon about to put a hole through his face for a second time), began to slide his arm over Akaza's shoulders as a "friendly" gesture.

The mistake Douma made was brushing against the upper three's nape in the process, leading to a series of incredibly unfortunate events.

Akaza gasped, stiffening as his hand instinctively shot up to cover the area.

A foolish mistake.

Immediately, intrigue sparked in Douma's eyes, something Akaza wished he hallucinated.

"Oh? What's this?"

Akaza cursed as the upper two's grip on his shoulders tightened to a painful degree. He could feel the grin in his voice.

"Douma." Akaza gritted his teeth so hard his jaw became sore. "I will kill yo-ah!"

Another brush, another gasp.

"Oh my... This will be fun..."

"I punched you once, I'll do it aga- aHAhaHA yOuhu sOhon ohof a bi- Eeah!"

Unfortunately, Akaza was unable to finish his sentence. Why? Because Douma had descended all ten of his clawed fingers along his neck.

"Awww you are just adorable~" Upper two cooed as he scritched along the stripes of Akaza's nape, eliciting an uncharacteristic squeal. "You're not even moving away!"

Akaza's eyes widen through the giggle fit. He... Hadn't thought of that. His brain was too preoccupied with these torturous sensations... Yes, that's it.

With a blue flush to his cheeks, Akaza smacked the hands away and shoved Douma away from him.

"Do that again and you're dead." Akaza hissed.

Douma pouted. "Aw, but you looked like you were having so much fun~"

“And so I was talking with master Muzan, being my usual charming self, when he was scolding me. He said ‘What in the world have you been doing all these years’, and I saw my chance. I said ‘Your mom-‘ and before I knew it my head was cut off. I swear, Master Muzan laughed!” Douma told his story, and Kokushibo just shook his head, a soft chuckle slipping out. “That was…an intriguing story.” Koku replied lowly.

Douma looked over at him, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “The stonic Kokushibo laughing at one of my stories? Oh, I’m flattered~” Koku looked at him. If he had eyebrows, they would be raised right now. “I didn’t even notice.” Subconsciously, he lifted a hand, covering his mouth a bit. “I think it’s ugly.” Koku mumbled, almost missing being caught. Almost.

“Ugly?!” Douma said, appalled. “How?! I like your laugh! It’s soft and wonderful.” Douma mock pouted, draping himself across Koku’s lap. “I don’t think I’ll ever recover from the shock.” Douma declared loudly, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead in a fake faint. Kokushibo couldn’t help but chuckle again at his antics, covering his mouth. “You’re ridiculous.” He said, rolling all six of his eyes.

“Ridiculous? You’re the one saying your laugh is ugly! Don’t cover your mouth!” Douma moved to pry his hand off and Koku just shook his head, moving his hand away like requested. “Better?” He asked, albeit exasperated. “Yes.” Douma replied confidently. “This way I’ll be able to see you smile!” Koku looked at him, confused. “What-“

He was cut off by a sharp poke to his side, making him jerk with an inhale. “Douma. Don’t.” Douma smiled slyly. “Don’t what?~” A soft blush spread across Koku’s face. “You know….” He mumbled, turning his head away from him. Douma’s smile morphed into a smirk. “I’m actually not sure I do know. Care to elaborate?” 

After he finished his question Douma dragged his nails up and down the older demon’s sides. Koku stiffened, turned back to narrow all his eyes at the demon in his lap. “Dohohohuma. Do not.” He couldn’t help the few giggles that spilled from his lips, and he mentally cursed Douma. Although, this was nice. It reminded him of… that’s not important.

“But Koku~” Douma whined, pouting as he moved to pinch and squeeze Koku’s hips. “I wanna hear you laugh more!!! You need to loosen up.” Kokushibo choked on a laugh, biting his cheek to stop himself. He shook his head, but made no move to stop Douma’s hands. “Aw! Koku, you like this, don’t you? That’s adorable! Oh, I wish you could see yourself right now!” Douma babbled wistfully, giggling at Koku’s attempts to hide his laughter. 

“D-douma, stop this nonsense.” Kokushibo sputtered out, hand hovering up as if to cover his mouth again. Thankfully, this was exactly what Douma had been counting on. He shot his hand up under the older demon’s arm, gently scratching and scribbling with his nails, delighted when Koku’s hand shot back down to clamp at his side.

“Aw, c’mon Koku! You’re so close to laughing! I can see you wanna~” He teased, giggling madly when Kokushibo blushed a bit. Douma used his other hand to gently pinch his ribs, and finally Koku cracked. “EEE-Dohohhouma, you—stohohohoohhp this at ohohohnce!” Douma cheered, smiling brightly. “No can do Koku! You’re finally happy, and I intend to take advantage of every second of it.” 

WAHHHHHHHH, I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO COME OUT!!! I kept getting sick, I had work to catch up on, and this was just genuinely a bit hard to write! I do hope you enjoyed though lovely anon, and thank you for being patient with me!!! Also thank you so much for saying you love my writing, it fills me with hope I can advance in the future!!!!