#upper moon 1

The cold grip of fear often gripped you when you just were about to travel within the realm of dreams and nightmares. 

A vice coldness that gripped your entire body like ghost hands seizing every nerve in your flesh, jabbing ice into them to the point you'd become paralyzed from your feet to your head. Your vision going black around the edges as you could do nothing but lay there and wait out the effects until they went away allowing air to gasp into your lungs like a drowning man starved for air.

The condition from which you suffered from was commonly known by one name. Sleep paralysis.

You've been suffering from it as long as you could remember including when you were a young child. Unfortunately you had become used to this by now. It didn't seem as if any treatments were working to yours and your family's dismay, so you just learnt to wait it out until it passed by which thankfully was never long and it never happened too often. Perhaps only twice a month or so, so while it was a condition you didn't want it was manageable. You found comfort in knowing that you weren't the only one who suffered from the condition. That there was others out there like you. 

And like with many people who suffered from your condition you too had what was known as a sleep paralysis demon. A hallucination that haunted the person who suffered the paralysis episodes. 

You had one alright. When you were a child you remembered first seeing him. A young boy your age and height standing just at the edge of the bed. You could make out what looked like a shadowy-ish figure, with long hair and six eyes staring at you. His face looked surprised at first seeing you staring at him froze before he toddled up to stand next to you having trouble looking over your unicorn printed bed sheets. 

"Can you see me?," a small boy's voice asked as child you could only sit there. "I can tell you can! I haven't had anyone being able to see me! You don't know how long it's been since anyone else saw me! ...Answer me! Can't you say anything?!"

You couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Paralyzed by fear and your condition. It must've lasted for eternity until you were able to breath again and the vision of the little boy vanished with your condition. Blinking your eyes before running straight to your parents who only shushed you and explained it was just your mind playing tricks with your condition.

"He isn't real," your mother assured child you patting your back. "It's just a hallucination caused by your mind. Lots of people suffer from them and when you wake up they always go away. Don't be scared. It's all in your head."

You were still not used to having your own sleep paralysis demon. The name sent chills down your spine. But your mother was right. Your hallucinations never really lasted too long and he'd always disappear with them but it always came back with the next one. You weren't sure how you got the name but you started calling it 'Michikatsu' from a child. According to your mom that's what he said he was called but you didn't remember that. Perhaps because it was too far back to remember?

Either way 'Michikatsu' kept visiting you. Didn't matter where you had your sleep paralysis, he would visit you when an episode came. He was always there. At a summer camp, sleepover at a friend's house, camping, your bedroom, when you randomly fell asleep on the car ride to your grandparents house- He was always there. Asking you questions and talking to you. The hallucination learnt quickly (or your brain realized really-) that you couldn't respond to him in your state so after a while he stopped trying to get you to respond and instead your brain just made him say something about the surroundings you found yourself in.

"Why do you procrastinate on your work? My father would've beaten me senseless if he found me slacking off like you were. Do your homework when you wake!"

"Your mother's apple pie is missing the sugar. You can smell it in the fragrance."

"Are we there yet? This car ride is taking forever!"

He was always there commenting on the thoughts your brain must've been subconsciously thinking until you were able to move again and he disappeared again with them. Honestly you grew to like your 'demon' as time went on. Despite him not being real, he made the experience less scary as silly as that sounded. The boy you hallucinated grew with you as time went on. From a small boy to a teenager to a grown man that towered over you... You'd be lying if you said your brain hadn't conjured up a rather ruggedly beautiful man for some reason you had no idea..but you weren't complaining. His personality changed overtime as well. From a child who chattered a lot to a wise man who varied from just silently sat with you keeping you company to telling you stories about his 'life' that happened outside of your hallucinations. That confused you as you never hallucinated giving him a family but you guessed hallucinations and your brain worked in mysterious ways. 

Although sometimes strange things would be noticed after the episodes.

Sometimes you woke up to a glass of water on your nightstand or you found your blankets pulled over your body. You didn't really think anything of it for so long assuming your parents just wanted to make sure you were comfortable after episodes. However when it started happening AFTER you moved out you then assumed it was one of your roommates who were nice girls but ..maybe there was something a little bit more supernatural was at play. Especially when he commented on things you yourself couldn't even know even subconsciously. 

"That student in the back is cheating. I see the way he looks at the notes he writes on his palms. Absolutely shameful behavior. He has no honor. That is why I like you. You work hard to earn what you have and you don't allow your shortcomings to get you down."

You were shocked to find out your classmate had flunked out of college after being caught cheating by writing notes on his hands and arms and then secretly looking at them for tests instead of studying like the rest of you. 

Maybe this hallucination was a little bit more than just a figment of your imagination.

Your suspicions were confirmed when you next had an episode. Paralyzed and forced to stare at the ceiling your heart racing. Amongst the fear a feeling of softness washing over you as fuzzy warm blankets was pulled up to your neck and the familiar face of six eyed company looked down upon you.

"There now. Rest. Be assured that I will be by your side until this passes always."

IN THE MORNINGS

Kokushibo doesn’t need to sleep but after doing his duties as a demon at night, he comes to greet you and lay down beside you on your bed, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind you.

Before even going near you, he makes sure his haori and clothes are clean, because he refuses to let blood or violence involved with you, even though you say it doesn't matter.

Your house is covered from the sun, with all the windows closed so that he could stay with you safely without getting burned.

You insisted that he should be comfortable in his own home even though he said it was unnecessary.

Once you wake up, he helps make your lunch and gets you ready to go work at your flower shop.

He always prepares your lunch carefully, with absurd precision, the vegetables are cut into delicate shapes, the rice is molded neatly, and whenever you praise him, his pride swells for the rest of the day.

One of his favorite parts of your mornings together was brushing your hair with a wooden comb he gifted to you for your first anniversary and putting flowers into it.

He sees you off, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before going as far as he can until there is sunlight, where he is forced to stop.

IN THE AFTERNOONS

He is home alone while you are selling your flowers if Muzan hadn't told him to go on a mission.

Your house is so clean since he keeps everything organized.

Kokushibo takes his role as a househusband  very seriously.

The house is spotless, floors polished, laundry folded neatly, and dishes lined so symmetrically, it's intimidating.

He loves picking flowers for you so that when you get home, you are greeted by hugs and a hand picked bouquet of flowers.

Muzan knew about how Kokushibo had taken a liking to a human but he let him continue his relationship as long as it didn't get in the way of his duties.

You made sure to add house plants and flowers all over the house.

He makes sure to water all the plants at the right time with the right amount of water, checking on them everyday.

He can literally sense your presence (my imagination lol) and before you even knock, the door slides open the moment he hears your approaching footsteps.

You barely have time to remove your shoes before he immediately hugs you.

If you had a bad day, he will always be willing to listen to you patiently

IN THE EVENINGS

Before he goes out to fulfill his duties as a demon and as Upper 1, he prepares you a bath with the water temperature perfect, with the towels warmed, and nightclothes laid out neatly.

If you aren't going to wash your hair, he braids it with surprising gentleness and he never pulls on your hair too hard.

Kisses you on the forehead before he leaves.

Always the forehead.

Some nights, you beg him to stay home with you, but on those nights, he kneels, pressing his hands to yours, promising he will return.

When he comes back near dawn, he slips in the bed carefully, being sure not to disturb you.

The first time you said his name while sleeping, his whole body froze.

You sounded so soft. So safe.

The next morning you wake up to find your favourite flowers arranged in every room.

Breakfast is sweeter and more thought out than usual.

His touches linger a little longer.

He never says it out loud, but every time you choose him, it feels like a wound that is centuries old heals.

SHORT SCENE

The kettle whistles softly in the kitchen.

You lean against the doorway as you watch your husband move with impossible grace.

Even in the dim light, he still looked strikingly handsome with his dark long hair tied up perfectly. 

“You know I could help if you want.” you tease softly.

“You've been working all day,” he replies without turning, his voice calm and firm. “Sit.”

You obey because you know that the tone isn't commanding, it's him caring for you.

He pours the tea into the teacup with precision and he kneels beside you instead of from across from you, because he prefers the closeness.

You smell the faint scent of soap on him.

“You cleaned the floors again, didn't you?”

“The floors required polishing.”

“No they didn't.”

“They did.”

A laugh escaped from you that made his shoulders relax a little bit.

As a strand of loose hair falls into your face, before you can even react, Kokushibo is already there, brushing it out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

“You have soil on your sleeves.” he notes quietly.

“I was potting some new flowers today.”

Without hesitation, he retrieves a cloth, and kneels down in front of you, carefully dabbing at the fabric.

His expression is extremely focused on the task, like he is facing a worthy opponent.

“You're staring.” you whispered.

“I am admiring.”

Your cheeks are warm. “Six eyes are unfair.”

“They exist only to look upon you.”

You reach forward and cup his face in your hands.

He instantly melts.

He leans into your touch, all six of his eyes closed, his breath slow and content.

“I missed you today.” You confess.

His hands settle over your waist, firm and possessive, but still gentle.

“I was counting the hours.” He admits.

The tea grows cold.

Neither of you moves.

You both take care of each other, and you both plan on staying that way forever.

BONUS

He secretly loves it when you go on and on about flowers and he remembers every single thing you tell him.

If a customer flirts with you, the temperature in the room drops dramatically.

He won't say anything… but he will hold you closer.

You once called him a “good husband” and he replayed those words in his head for weeks.

Despite being feared by everyone else as Upper 1, at home he melts when you cup his face in your hands, and tell him you've missed him.

The world may know him as a demon, but in your life, he's your husband.

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.Kokushibo had not cared for his brother when they were both human, but when he died, he did mourn his brother.

.So when he met you, a young man who was identical to his brother, he would have frozen in place.

.Of course, he is also receiving Muzan's PTSD, but he is also seeing his brother alive again.

.He would fully accept that you are his reborn brother.

.He would want to take you with him right now, but that meant he ran the risk of you dying.

.No, he would have to get close to you to make you a demon like him.

.He would ask you for your name, and you were oddly not afraid of the demon; it felt like you knew the tall demon.

.When he learns your name, he tests it on his tongue. You were not given the same name as your past life, but he would prefer it that way. It was a fresh start.

.He starts to visit you every night, and you become comfortable with him in your life.

.He spends his time making you a new gift, a wooden flute, but this one is crafted with such skill that it is perfect. .He saw the same love you had for the gift as you did in your past life.

.He knew then and there he would have to keep you there; he had to protect you and not let you die.

.To do that, he decided to train you in Moon breathing.

.It would be too dangerous to teach you sun breathing.

.He would be the platonic yandere that is teaching you to be like him.

.So that you will be more willing to become a demon.

.He lost you once, and he is not going to let you die again.

.He is a protective yandere of you, and he wants to keep you safe and sound.

.The stronger you get, the more he becomes ready to turn you into a demon.

.He does not stand for you to have someone in your life.

.Yes, he only sees you as his brother, but he is not going to let you have a love life.

.The idea of some whore taking you away from him, where you and he could be brothers.

.He will not stand for that, and he will kill every lover you took on.

.He does this in a way where you will not realize it was him doing it.

.Anyone who dares to try and steal you from his side will be killed. He did not care if they were a normal human, a demon slayer, or even another demon.

.You are his brother to protect, and he is not making the same mistakes he did with you all those centuries ago.

.He is a completely platonic yandere and sees you as his younger brother, and it is his job to protect you and keep you safe.

.No one else could be trusted, and he would trust no one else, not even Lord Muzan himself.

.Once he tells you that you are his reborn brother, he changes you into a demon.

.At this point, you had mastered moon breathing, and he made you a sword.

.He waits the three days for you to be awakened as a demon.

.He had Muzan erase your memories, and what he told you when you became a demon was that you were his brother, and you and he worked for Lord Muzan.

.He has you now, and he will have you become his equal so that you can never ever die at the hands of any demon slayer.

-Small Scenario Time- (You are his Reborn Brother) (Meeting You) (No One's POV) You were out fishing at night, and you needed to get some food, as today you had worked extra hard in town. All the shops were closed by the time you were done with work. So you went home, grabbed your fishing rod and a lantern. Make your way to the nearby lake. You were more worried about bears than you were about the creatures that could be in the dark. You were no longer a scared little boy anymore, but a calm young man.

That is when you heard something nearby, then it went dead silent. It was not just the bushes that stopped moving, but all of nature had stopped as well. The crickets stopped, and there was nothing but dead, still air all around you. "You should not be out at night." A Man says from behind you, and you whip around. It was too dark to clearly see his face, but you swore that man had 6 eyes and not two. "Who are you?" You ask, trying to keep your voice calm. You could feel his eyes narrow on you. "You look... Like him." He says and grabs your face, tilting it left and right and then up and down. "What is your name?" You knew that this man was not human, and you knew better than to anger this creature. "(Full Name)." You gave your full name. He stares at you. "I am Kokushibo, and I will be keeping an eye on you, (First name)." He was using your name like he was familiar with you, and you could not help but feel familiar with him.

You both wonder why you both felt familiar to each other. Kokushibo moved away away but he watched you, and made sure you made it home safe with the fish you caught. He needed to know more. Was it possible that you were his reborn brother?

That is when it hit him, that had to be it. You were the spitting image of his twin; you even had the same marking. Which means you were reborn. Right?