#upper moons x reader

KOKUSHIBO

- stares, a lot. it’s creepy, but overtime you get used to it.

- distant at first. and as the relationship progresses, he’ll keep his aloof habits regardless. but he’ll also display clingy, almost cat-like behavior towards you when you’re alone.

- he is the most dense man ever. tell a joke, and all six of his eyes are looking at you as if you turned into a cockroach.

- communication is 50/50 on this man. a part of me feels like he’d surprisingly be communicative with you no matter the issue because i view him as a direct and blunt person. but another part of me feels like he’d be too stubborn and let his pride get in the way of being vulnerable.

- isn’t a pro at displaying affection, however he doesn’t mind hugs or cuddles.

- prefers kissing over hugs. master at giving little pecks on your cheek or forehead.

DOUMA

- if you’re someone who despises clingy people, douma may not be suited for you. but if you love clinginess, congratulations!

- if douma truly loved you in his sense, he’d try his best to grasp an understanding of the feeling.

- loves to smother you with anything. whether it’d be endearment or threats! this man doesn’t understand boundaries.

- would be poor at communicating in human sense. his inability to feel or understand emotions would make his communication a facade. and if he attempts to, he’d probably just manipulate you if anything. however, i don’t think he’d deceive you on purpose. but who knows? it’s douma after all.

- the embodiment of affection, though it wouldn’t come from really anything besides what he thinks is right. i think he’s just naturally clingy, apathetic or not.

- loves to scare you by threatening to absorb you with a serious look. he’ll look at the terrified expression on your face and laugh at how hilarious you look!

AKAZA

- the sane one out of the four. however, while he is the healthiest, he has his issues. he is still a demon who represents one of the seven deadly sins, wrath.

- there’s definitely times where he takes his anger out on you unintentionally. he’d catch himself immediately and drown you with apologies and kisses.

- he is so protective and loyal! his core desire is to protect his loved ones, and that steps into his relationship with you. if anyone tried to harm or insult you in any way, it wouldn’t be a good day for them.

- good at communicating. although there are times where he lets his anger consume his senses, and would give you the silent treatment. but he can’t last 2 hours away from you knowing conflict hasn’t been resolved. so don’t worry, he won’t ignore you for long.

- doesn’t mind affection. in-fact, he loves it. only in private though. if douma saw you being all lovey dovey with him, akaza wouldn’t hear the end of it.

- respectful. all i have to say.

MUZAN

- don’t know why i added him here, it’s pretty obvious how he’d be. but we love him!

- muzan doesn’t love. he possesses, controls, exploits.

- would enjoy verbally mistreating you.

- muzan’s version of communication isn’t real. it’s manipulated and twisted. no matter whose at fault, he will make sure you feel nothing but guilt at the end of his monologue.

- there are times where he makes you feel like he truly loves you. but it’s just his classic deception.

- for affection, he surprisingly wouldn’t mind it. it boosts his ego if anything. obviously, while he’s doing his scientist shit, he isn’t going to tolerate you being all over him. but he enjoys you worshipping.

Muzan:

Muzan sits in a plush chair, pondering. He stares intently at you and your twin sitting politely on the floor in front of him. Oh how it angers him that he can't tell which is which. The more he thinks about it, the angrier he gets. He points at your twin, hoping he's right. Your twin sands up, a smile on their face.

"Apologies Lord Muzan, but you're wrong once again." They say, bowing slightly. His pupils shrink as he puts a hand on his forehead, disappointed. Your twin sits back down, amused by this. You speak up.

"If it helps, Lord Muzan, T/N doesn't fidget as much as I do. And they squint their eyes more when they smile." You turn to look over at them, giving them your signature smile. They smile back, before turning back to Muzan. Muzan then shifts his sitting position slightly, processing that small bit of information.

"Let's try again." He says, turning away. "I won't cheat. I need to get this right."

You and your twin walk in a circle briefly, soft footsteps to overlapping, before sitting in the same spots as before. You both speak at the same time.

"Ready." You both say. Muzan turns back to you both. He looks you both up and down, already ashamed that he still can't tell. He sets a hand on his head, defeated.

(Bullying the king of demons 💚 /hj)

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Kokushibo:

Currently, Kokushibo was taking you and T/N through a small, tranquil forest. It was a small nightly ritual you'd both adapted to over the past year. A question nagged at you.

"So... how exactly can you tell us apart?" You spoke up, skipping a little to keep your pace with him.

T/N pipes in, "Yeah, one look at us and you always know who is who. How's that?"

"T/N has a double joint in their left index finger. You do not." Kokushibo plainly says, not looking back at you both. T/N's heart drops.

"I never showed you that!" They say defensively, holding their finger to their chest.

"Their heart beats differently when they see me too..." Kokushibo adds, now stopping completely. You both stop as well as he turns around. He lifts a finger and points at your twin.

"Their heart drops while yours race." He states, all six eyes fixated on them. Your twin looks pale, unnerved on how he knows that with just one look.

"Their stomach is churning." He says, probably amused by their reactions. You laugh and pat T/N on the back.

"I think he's joking. He probably just sees us too well, considering his eyes." You say, giving him a loving look.

"Your heart is beating faster." He says.

"Okay, stop that." You say squinting your eyes and pointing at him.

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Doma:

"I dunno about this T/N..." you mumble looking down at your twin's yukata. "I have a feeling he just... knows...". Your twin looks at you with a cheeky grin.

"I highly doubt that. I mean, come on, I even got those matching hair pins! There's no way he'll know." They say, tinkering with your hairpin. "Just stick to the plan."

The sliding door to your shared room is slid open and a dainty woman pops her head out.

"Lord Doma would like to see you, Y/N." She says, eyes darting between you two. Your twin stands up and and clasps their hands together. You watch as they are escorted by the woman. Once they reach the door, the woman bows and quickly walks away. T/N slides open the door, copying your mannerism to a T.

"Oh that poor woman must've sent the wrong one!" Doma says, a hand on his cheek. "Can you go get Y/N please~? I bet they look great in your yukata too~!" T/N's face goes pale. How did he know? Did he see you both getting changed? No, he would've made himself known.

T/N turns on their heel and exits, head down in shame. As they make it back to your shared room, they ponder just how he knew.

"Did it work?" You say, watching them slide the door open. They give you a look.

"Take a wild guess..." they say, scowling.

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Akaza:

Akaza's bright yellow eyes scan over your figure carefully as he watches you meticulously sew together the fabrics of T/N's haori. He watches as you carefully pull the needle in and out of the cloth with precision. He suddenly speaks up.

"Careful. Dont poke another hole in your finger. You already have four." He says, you look up at him, an eyebrow raised. "You may think it's healed, but the one from 3 months ago left a very small indent." You give him a smile. T/N looks up from the dishes at you both, a bit put off by the comment.

"How do you remember that so clearly?" They say, tilting their head curiously. Akaza stands up and points at both of you.

"I remember a lot about them. Like how when you both put your hair up, theirs is always leans a little to the right." He says, walking up to you and placing a hand on your head. "Or how their ring finger on the left hand is always slightly chipped. And how their eyes light up a little when they see me." You look up at him with a soft expression, he reciprocates, rubbing a thumb against your forehead. T/N's face scrunches up, even more confused than before.

"Don't think about it too hard." You laugh. "You'll hurt your head trying to fathom why he does anything." You shake your head. T/N looks back down at the dishes again, moving on to clean a plate. Akaza moves to sit beside you, an arm draped over you.

"Seriously though, you ought to be careful. When you hold the needle like that, you prick yourself every time..." he gently says. You give him a patient smile.

"Right. Anything for you, love."

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Okay finally it's done oh my Gertrude... I'm not sure this is any good but I tried! Also I'm still working on getting dividers.

Anyways shoutout to @levertons for allowing me to expand on their idea MUCH LOVE 💚💚💚

Beneath the Veil + Headcanons | The Upper Three Moons

Word count: 3237

Setting: Uppermoons x kitsunefemreader! (new addition to the Upper Moons)

Content Warnings: mentions violence/gore

Summary: the newly inducted, fourth moon introduced to the Upper Three Moons.

A/N: So, because the kitsune has a tendency to play back and forth from good to bad in Japanese folk tale, I chose to base the reader off of kumiho, the Korean fox demon as they are more prone to being depicted as maneaters).

The delicate hues of ambered glows that emerged from the darkness. Struct to life with a single cord, a note plucked from the night that gave birth to thousands of flames as though called damning phantoms to their duty. Cast to spent eternity in hell, guarding the depths of the hallway through the infinity castle. Glows that echoed across infinity, danced upon shadows across tatami mats. Traced silhouettes upon silk bound by lacquered panels. Deep walnuts met exquisite shades of wood that elicited the envy of foreign porcelain. Delicate as they were immaculately selected a testament to the lord of hell himself, soaked in the blood of innocents that had built the unattainable fortress; soaked with an ominous glow that threatened to snub the life of those who entered its corridors.

Each strike upon a chord a threat that abducted its victims from their refugee, dragging them to the depths of hell to answer their master’s call. A sharp note that once bore warmth, now a whisper of death’s welcome, the musician’s long lanky fingers danced across the strings. Nails gouged notes that screamed of treachery. Hair reminiscent of ink spilled in vein, dreams that would never attribute to any merit, music drowned by the depths of night to never be heard in the light of day as etched into the instructions upon her skin, and guided her siren calls. A single strum far more than capable of calling forth the undoing of man, devoid of emotion in each calculated placement. The upper ranks each a preference of their own space, save for the few.

              The attendees less than they had been in prior attendance, the caution she bid with each press of her rouged lips in greeting to the newly arrivals. The first Upper Moon savoring his space, and secrecy as he so often craved. A figment of past eras, poised as the markets that etched upon his skin and refined as the well-practiced long fingers that tipped the lavish ginseng tea to his lips. The lush spread of black hair that captured the envy of the night draped upon his shoulder. The compose straight of his back, perpendicular to the floor beneath him, his ankles tucked beneath him as straight as the line that formed at his lips. Content to himself, the notes of melancholy are a mere tune to enjoy in sacred solitude.

              Unlike the bickering of the two upper ranks before the biwa player. The second moon quickly seeks out the company of the third. Sunkissed hair, as pale as bright as the sun’s rays that met against sheltered, porcelain skin. Dewy flesh as soft as imported cotton, as lavish as freshly spun silk that met the highs of his thick ebony eyebrows. Playful iridescent eyes that captivated the light delighted in hues of kaleidoscope twinkled as they toyed with their prey. The number of his ranking etched into his irises. The wave of his hand jovial despite the tense atmosphere, and his voice as harmonious as the false kindness touched upon his features. Subtle childlike expressions that concealed the vile aspects of his personality, mocked sympathies as he whispered concerns to the stress lines that blossomed at Akaza’s brow. The tilt of his head projecting artificial concern, “Ah, I was so sad to hear of Hantengu and Gyokko.” Cooed as the way he attempted to draw near the Third Moon, the equip of betraying his façade. “I was so worried about you Akaza.”

              A mere growl the only evidence of speech dormant within the tense expression bore by the redhead. His doll-like crimson eyelashes furrowed dripping with spit as he averted his eyes from the taunting blight.  The markings at his brow crinkled, and creased at the highs of his cheeks, the shade of midnight etched into his flesh. Wrinkled at the grit of his teeth, the amber of his emblem eyes quivered at the clench of his muscles. Restrained trembles resolved agitation confined to the hierarchy embroiled on his mind from the prior meeting of the upper kizuki. The small growl of at the base of his throat, threatening the vein that drew at his temple.  “Oh dear, Lord Aka, you’ll wrinkle,” the predatory nature in which he considered drawing his nail at the outer marking upon the Third’s cheek, with draw upon the strike of a biwa cord resonating within his bones. The corner of his lips rid of any tease of concern, elicited amusement and joy. His canines revealed as the happiness emulated his features, “My, my, it would seem our new little fourth has arrived, I’ve heard rumors. I’m so excited to meet Lady [YN]. To think, she is so close to acquiring your rank, Lord Aka—” Shattered fist that drew upon the bottom of the Second Moon’s jaw. Snapped bones fragmented and teeth that struck the floor. Splatter of black blood, followed by the press of silence. The delight warm in the demon’s eyes despite the dislocation of his jaw torn from the hinges of his skull.

              “Akaza,” slow and stern. Deep and rich, drawn authority. “You will show respect.”

              The hum of his voice resignation in the quiver of his shoulders. The touch upon his vest offering no concealment, exposed to the calculating gaze of Doma, who merely delighted in the well place fear of his subordinate. The growth of his jaw snapped and grotesque as the grin that met at his teeth. “Ah, Lord Kokushibo, you’re so considerate, but please, we wouldn’t want to scare the little Fourth Moon.” Mocking, and depraved of sincerity the glint upon his gaze, a den of wolves at all angles. The first moon merely detached and appraising the arrival, the Third posed and ready threatened at the new arrival while the second merely delighted at his unease. Satisfied as the clank of the koma-geta intentionally drummed to the slants of the wood. Each step deliberately falling in line with music unheard by the remainder of the Moons.

              “Oh, don’t mind me,” warm and harmonious as the steps that echoed upon the wood flooring. Rouged lips as vibrant as blood matched only by the hue lingered upon your gaze. The compelling marking of your ranking etched into your eyes, drawn to predatory slants. Movements fluid and as the sway of your hips, unbothered by the delicate embellishments, gifts of slayed lovers catching in the lantern glows. Luminescent as the fires within your eyes, the pout of a smile forming, at the reveal of your upper thigh, the fold of your kimono exposing skin to the night air. Shoulders born, the draw of your hair long and luxurious. Intricately weave and revealing the lavish nature of odango, curled upon impossible lengths, questionable so, and hinting upon the figments of magic as the press of the fan, a false pretense of a docile woman. Conveying only one that cultivated your pray, drew attention to the depths of your clavical and the heave of your breast, as well as the canine that revealed in your smile more than enough to elicit the wrinkle of the Third’s nose, and the further grit of his teeth. Demure and coy as the roll of your shoulder in a mock bow, the bend of your knees in greeting to the Upper Tier moons.  The curl of tails falling at your back, toyed upon the steps you drew forward in greeting, poised in charm. The plush of your tails, traced upon by Kokushibo counting as they swayed, unable to conceal the nature of your being. The dangle upon the hair pins, harmonious, and musical each pitch falling upon the screams of torn lovers devoured in the dead of night on a rendezvous turned blood bath. The draw of their appeal tempting Doma to curl his fingers from one specific one. A delicate one, intentionally placed, as fragile as blown glass. Aged and polished, bearing an unspoken significance standing apart from the others as revealing as the smile Doma bore the callous of his finger drawing to allow its jingle.

              The snap of your fan swift, a clatter that drew Lord Kokushibo’s many eyes, observation and traced upon movements nearly missed upon Akaza’s. The threat poised in your stature, revealing the concealed lethality as your fan cupped under the Second’s chin forcing his jaw and his attention to your own. “Careful, I’m not certain you can afford my services.” Delicate and struck upon the biwa cord intended to maintain the façade of seduction slipped between venom.

              “Oh my,” Doma purred despite the obvious tension of disarray upon the Infinity Castle, predators poised, and mistrustful. None among you willing to entrust yourselves with one another, and such clear disrespect while portrayed as playfulness etched into unspoken territories. “They say, little foxes never reveal their true selves.” Delighted and warmed, allowing his chin to press into the fan at the quip of his grin growing dark and sinister as they traced the guarded the embellishment, “but there is always something that gives them away.”

Beneath the Veil Headcanons | Kokushibo, Doma, and Akaza

Initially, your presence has agitated Akaza. He places a significant importance upon his battle prowess, and any new addition to the Upper Moon draws his focus. Most commonly, it’s because he desires a challenge.

Adores the opportunity to combat a new opponent, especially one who is immortal, and able to rise night after night, and free him from his boredom.

However, in your case, the flow of your pride, and the confidence in each of your steps elicits his ire. The draw of your rouged lips, touched upon intentionally placed laughter, callous and artificial as the Second Moon’s, and at first, your resemblance to the upper rank is more than enough grounds for Lord Akaza to hold you in contempt.

The ranking just below his, he thinks, no is confident that he could eliminate you from the rankings if not for his Achilles heel. A woman amongst the Upper Ranks, while not impossible, or something he has not happened upon before, yet the dire situation that the Demon forces have found themselves against the Slayers, the opportunity to evade your existence as he had Nakime, and Daki is unlikely.

Close quarters, and frequent meetings he is stuck with the eyesore (you), and he is bitter. Aware that finding another replacement for the Upper tier will only elicit Muzan’s ire, and so he is left with little choice but to accept the stain of your smile upon his night.

Endure the taunting and teasing, regardless how much his skin recoils at the linger of your touch. Internal war, if only you were a male his stance would be far simpler.

Though of course, as a newly inducted Moon, you are unlikely aware of his aversion to women, and it’s easy to take such slights personally. Just as the way you conduct yourself leaves the impression that it is fully your intention to toy with him, only furthering his contempt.

Yet, as time goes on, and small details of each of your pasts, or positions are revealed whether in little slips of having to frequent each other’s territories, or one slipped from Doma, who just delights stirring the pot, you’ll discover that there is more to your compatibility than initially believed.

The reality is that you are both by nature in desperate need of trust to cement your bond whether romantically, friendship, or just work peers. But it will take so much time, or mere forced together orders from the Master for him to accept your partnership on various missions.

No matter how I look at it, tact-wise, Muzan is likely to keep you within Akaza’s vicinity. Ironically, Akaza believes he is safeguarding you when in reality, you’re his caretaker.

Intended to shield him from the depths of reality, and sweep away any potential female opponents that may stray into his range. It’s going to be difficult, and one full of back and forth cutting remarks. Both of you are prone to being fairly forthcoming with your communication and ires, and as such, communication is likely to flow quite a bit better than it would with the other moons.

Both of you are fairly adaptable, and makes the work relationship easier to navigate in the flow of battle.

As one who utilizes a fan, the only difficulty is that your fighting stances are a little more difficult to navigate, and will take trial and error. Especially as Akaza does not desire your assistance—nor accepts you as a warrior.

You are not prone to being on the wavelength, and butting heads will come rather routinely for the both of you, but I imagine that Akaza will falter in most disputes.

Not because you haven’t entirely pissed him off, but as he remains traditional at his core, and values the more historical entanglement men and women have had for centuries.

Although, admittedly, your inability to shy away from conflict may actually delight him.

I mean, he’ll never admit it, but you discover that he is far more willing to seek out your company, allowing more time to actually remain around you.

Seeks to protect you, though there are little threats aside from the remainder of the UpperMoons tha could pose a threat to your existence, and because of this, it won’t be difficult to catch on to the fact that Akaza actually just enjoys your company.

though he cannot articulate why that may be.

Oh the dynamic duo that draws exhaustion from all parties in your vicinity. He delights in your pluck, and is instantly smitten with you.

Oh, he delights in the banter, in the opportunity to go blow for blow. Unlike Lord Akaza, your gender means very little to him aside from the fact that if the Second were to perhaps take a small nibble… the thought has crossed his mind you will be delectable.

Far more delicious than those of his worshipers, or any courtesan.

Craves the moment in which he may finally infringe upon your bites. Though it will not be any time soon—you are in no rush to challenge him for his placement, and thus taking a nibble out of you will result in Lord First’s clear disapproval, Lord Akaza has more than expressed his disgust at his tastes, and he is certain that the Master would not accept searching for a replacement.

Which may secure his existence, but he’s not confident enough to make that bet, and so for now, Doma will just delight in peeking beneath the veil.

He has a natural talent for sniffing out the details you do not wish to dispose, such as the aged embellishment you safeguarded upon your meeting. It’s so pretty.

What if he were to break it?

Oh the thought gives him amusement, and because of this, he will push and play. Press nerves, but beneath it, the cold and guarded exterior you often display, is not fooling him.

Just as his false pretenses are not luring you to any deceptions any time soon, you are well aware that Lord Second is not as dimwitted as he pretends to be.

No, rather, you are so faithfully aware that the smallest part of you cannot understand how Lord Third does not see the way the cult leader lures him time, and time again.

You are both adapt at processing, and because of this, there leaves little missed opportunities for the both of you. An opening, and similar fighting styles will make for a lethal combination.

While you have the ability to seize tactical movements, Doma has the ability to prey upon emotional weaknesses, only furthering your opportunities.

Sadly, it’s the consistent skipping over small details that could lead to the downfall of the both of you. While Doma is more than willing to get to know you.

Oh he adores the challenge, and welcomes it as it comes, or he forces it. He so desperately seeks out company, perhaps due to his own upbringing and staleness of life, you offer a rare treat amongst the mundane, but if you are wishing for something more there will be a complication of how forthcoming Doma himself avers to be.

The real question is if either of you are willing to reveal your hands, but the teasing is more than delectable.

The oldest of the Upper Moons will show very little interest upon your arrival at first. The reality is that for the swordsman, many such as you have come, and gone just as swiftly as they have arrived.

He is aware you are a mere last minute addition composed of pressure from the Demon Slayer Corps, and as such, he has a tendency to meet your inclusion as little more than formality.

Keeping to the hierarchy, and unspoken protocol of the kizuki. Yet as you continue to linger, and force yourself into his company, little things such as expressing that you will be seeing him soon, and falling through with such sentiments is likely to gain his interest.

Especially if you follow more formal, traditional methods that are reminiscent of the Edo era. Intuitive by nature, the both of you have the ability to make decisions regardless of how complex the situation may be.

Such formalities, and flow of your time together, the way he finds himself allowing to come undone, and touch upon past selves, he’s curious. So to the point he would not admit to such, and yet, you have caught his attention.

For you, it is the fact that Lord Kokushibo, renowned for his reclusive nature has taken up an interest in you. While it’s true that he will not be changing his nature, nor can you expect him to grow more extroverted.

It is not who he is, and never will be, you will delight in the way he entertains your company. Quietly awaiting your arrival to his accommodations, the sudden appearance of a second tea cup upon your arrival, and engaged conversation.

You know you are warming up to him. The blunt approach to the both of your natures is a contribution to the flow of discussions, and as such there’s a warmth that comes naturally between the two of you should you only give it time.

However, that’s the catch. It will require a depth of time but you’re both immortal so… you are not one to dispose of your hand, cloaking yourself rather than readily reveal vulnerabilities, and the same can be expressed by the Upper Moon.

Your bond is one that is unspoken, and is as natural as the flow of the winds and breath within your lungs. A natural understood, able to see each other for who you truly are, and as long as you allow yourself the ability to accept the time it will take—you will find that your connection is one of sparks.

If it is a romantic connection you are seeking, you may find yourself savoring his touch, and the callousness of his hands. The quiet purse of his lips as he listens to your recent encounters, and the small smile that forms at his lips.

If it is not a romantic connection you desire, then you will find friendship will come just as easily, but ultimately, a work relationship will be one in passing.

So when the moons had to watch the little bundle...

It was a nightmare.

"WAAAAAAH!" (name) screeched as tears rolled down his face, smacking the demon angrily as his barely present fangs bit at Akaza, not harming the demon in the slightest.

"Please behave, our Lord will be home soon!" He tried soothing the babe who wailed louder.

Doma was treated no better though instead of crying it was violence.

"Please little Lord, I just wanna be your friend~" Doma said playfully as he shook a raddle infront of the little one who looked absolutely furious that he cult leader was touching his rattle "ABABABA!" He screeched and smacked his hands against the tatami mat and the blond cooed but glared when a stuffed toy hit him "that's very rude little lord~" Doma said and lifted (name) who immediately tugged at his hair with force "why are you so full of hate~!" He said with almost sadness in his voice "I'm the best one here!"

"Dada!"

"He's gone right now little one!"

(Name) was /facinated/ by hantengu and followed him around everywhere, Shakey little feet as the upper moon tried to get away from the little one, tiny Muzan picking up speed wit his waddles as the poor demon tried running away.

And that's when they learned little (name) could crawl on walls.

"GET AWAY!" He said anxiously and (name) made loud happy baby noises.

Gyokko looked fond as the little one finger painted, messy and colorful and proudly showed it to the other, it was a mess but he could see a vague shape of Lord Muzan based on the black blob with little red eyes.

"Very good little one" (name) beamed at the praise.

Gyotaro was an excellent care taker, soothing the little babe for his nap as Daki played dress up, she wasn't sure how to care for a baby having never had done so but she always thought infant clothes were precious, the siblings watching him as he sleeped on a blanket.

But out of all the moons, (name) always prefered Kokushibo who sat in silence reading as (name) sat in his lap drinking his bottle, the demon glancing down as the babe pat his arm "do you wish for me to read to you?"

"Ababa..."

"Very well..." Kokushibos voice was deep and relaxing to the boy, reminding him of his papa in a way and Kokushibo was reminded of his own children with (name).

Rarely did he think of them but occasionally he wondered what lives they led.

He wondered what life (name) would lead.

The babe sneezed and Kokushibo was confused as a daisy bloomed from the tatami mat.