"I care! We aren't in any intimate relationship, you bastard!" I shout,

I fail to make do anything to drive him away, as my body still hurts like hell and Douma's hands are now wrapped round me,

"Ughh, don't move, you're still injured." he reminds me quietly,

His face rests near my shoulder, and I feel his breaths near my neck, and I keep getting a feeling he'd suddenly bite me,

"I'm not even moving, I can't move!" I groan, "Please I beg you, get off me!" I half shout,

He doesn't move,

"Douma, I said get off me."

"For real, I'm not playing games, get off me!" I raise my voice,

"Douma! Fucking get o-" I'm stopped mid sentence when he clasps his hand on my mouth,

I make an inaudible noise. Bruh, this is useless. I lay there for a few minutes, his hand stays on my mouth. I hear his breaths slow down as he sleeps off. I just lay there beside Douma, looking like a dumb idiot, staring at the ceiling,

At some points, I felt sleepy, but I made sure I didn't sleep. I didn't want Douma seeing me sleep and there wasn't any way I was going to sleep with Douma, I thought stubbornly. But that didn't last long, he slept for who knows how long. At this point I had been lying here for like five hours and boredom, got the better of me,

My eyes keep feeling heavy and they keep wanting to close. I guess it wouldn't hurt to just close my eyes... Okay it wouldn't hurt to just sleep a tiny bit I guess, I'll just make sure to wake up before he does...

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I slowly drift back into consciousness, I slightly open my eyes and the soft ray of sunlight shines on my face. Wait, the sun is on me, so where's Douma? He can't possibly survive this amount of sunlight? I look beside me, oh he left. I knew I shouldn't have slept off. I manage to sit up, and I take a good look at Douma's room,

It's large and spacious, a big chandelier, hangs in the middle of the ceiling. The curtains are drawn to the sides and sunlight fills the room, the warm colours make me feel safe. Outside the window is a beautiful view, a big field stretches to the horizon, it's a bit like the one in my dream, with flowers blooming everywhere giving the green more colours,

I look up at the sun, it seems to already be setting. Damn, how long have I been sleeping? I look back into the room, the bed I'm sitting on is placed on the left side, two bedside tables sit on each side. In front of the windows, there are long wooden tables, decorated with small sculptures, vases, oh that was where my sword was placed I remember,

At the other far end of the room, a big desk sits there, it's pretty much empty, it has portraits of some people, who could they be? One big ass chair sits in front of the desk, and I can't help but to think of how huge Douma's ego could be, and I scoff, bigger than Uzui's in fact.

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The sun has pretty much gone down, and the only thing that lights up this room is the chandelier above me. I'm pretty bored, I've just been lying around. I can't wait to get better so I can just leave this place. At least I can move my arms a bit now, I slowly wave my arms in the air, wincing when I feel a sharp pain in my elbow, maybe I can't move my arm now,

My stomach growls, damn, I'm hungry. It's not like I would be able to get food, and if I do, I can't eat because of my sore arms,

The sun by now, has already disappeared, and the only thing that lights up the now dark fields, is the soft moonlight. I sigh, at this rate, I'll be just stuck on this bed forever, I thought. I'm a bit disappointed, that I couldn't get anything to eat, and I feel disappointed in myself, that I had expected that I'd get something to eat,

Like, we're technically trapped with a demon, and I was thinking that he'd be nice enough to give me food. I had so much sense!

I was very sure that Douma and the cult members weren't going to just give me food, so I just slid under the covers, and my conscience reminds me that this was Douma's bed, making me uncomfortable, but I decide to just brush it off,

I'm about to sleep off, when I hear a knock at the door, I raise my head,

"Uhm, excuse me, Douma sent these for you..." I hear a small voice behind the doors,

It must be a human,

"Come in." I say, and I mentally cringe because I sound like some lazy king,

She slowly slides the door open, and she peeks in shyly. Her hair is cut in a bob, and her bangs slightly cover her eyebrows. Her eyes are a deep red. She wears a pink kimono, she walks over to me, holding a tray,

"Good evening." she bows,

"Oh, there's no need to be polite!" I shake my head and she just nods,

She sets the tray on the bedside table, and turns to me,

"I'll be outside, so if you need anything just ring this bell." she points at a small bell placed in the tray,

"Oh no, I think I'll be fine," I smile, "What's your name?" I ask,

She seems surprised and confused,

"Uhm, my name is," she hesitates, "Is, Aiko." she looks at the ground fiddling with her fingers,

I can't help but to adore her in my head, and I have to force myself not to pinch her cheeks. I realise I've been looking at her and she seems to be very uncomfortable, so I decided to just let her wait outside,

I look at the tray, a porcelain bowl sits there and a woven mat covers it. I slowly lift the mat, and I see three rice bowls placed neatly inside. I reach in and inspect the rice ball. Once I'm sure that it's not infested with poison, I plop it in my mouth, damn, this is good? I quickly take the rest of the rice balls and my guilty conscience, reminds me that I'm eating in Douma's temple while the other Demon Slayers may be out there doing whatever they're doing, I groan,

I'm about to slide back in the covers, when I remember Aiko would be waiting outside. I ring the bell slightly, and she immediately opens the door, poking her head in,

"How may I help you?" she asks quietly,

"Oh, you can take the tray now." I say feeling a bit guilty a girl younger than me is taking my tray away for me,

She nods. As she's about to head out of the room again, she turns to me, her face turns a bit red and I almost chuckle,

"U-Uhm, what is your name?" she almost whispers,

"Oh! My name is Shinobu!" I say, feeling happy that she bothered to ask for my name,

"Oh, good night Shinobu." she blushes,

"You too Aiko." I reply smiling, her face reddens, and she quickly nods before closing the door,

I see her shadow hurry away and I chuckle to myself quietly. That's when I remember I haven't seen Douma since, he's probably still thinking about Muzan or something. I slide back into the bed and look up at the ceiling sighing. I feel so wrong and bad, because right now, I miss Douma's presence for some reason.

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A/N

I hope this chapter was ok! qwq 

Tysm for reading DouShino!