He hadn't thought things through, that much was obvious. He had gone out for a snack, and he ended up coming back with a human pet. Though, the longer he thought over it, the faster he found himself warming up to the idea. In the end, it was nothing more than a long-term investment, right? It would truly be a shame if he didn't get to eat her while she was in full bloom, and what were six measly years in the life of a demon like him, really? As long as this little whim of his didn't get in the way of Muzan-sama's plans, then there'd be no problem.
Plus, he was greatly intrigued by her abilities.
An empath, hm…?
He gazed down at her relaxed, sleeping expression. With her head resting on his lap in such a way, though, she truly appeared defenseless—reminding him of a doll made of the finest porcelain. So easy to break with a single flick of his fingers… Instead of cracking her skull open, though, said fingers found their way to her hair. Now that she had been properly bathed, he had found out that what he first thought to be white hair was, in fact, of a very light shade of pink. It was long and smooth, truly fitting of her graceful, yet still childishly rounded features.
Like the petals of a cherry blossom…
Then, her eyes flickered open, and silvery irises soon revealed themselves. More out of habit than anything else, he offered her a pleasant smile, his fingers still running through her hair.
"Slept well, Little Blossom?"
"Quite. I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep," she admitted, gazing up at him curiously. "You needn't smile if you don't feel like it, you know?"
"Oh? How could you tell I was smiling?"
"I don't know. A feeling." She offered him a smile at that—a real one. "It's okay. Before my six years are up, I'll see you smile for real."
"It appears you have high hopes, but I'm afraid your quest is already doomed to failure," he replied, more amused than anything else by the ridiculous thought. "I've never truly smiled once in my entire life, both as a human and as a demon."
"That's because you didn't have me," she retorted, a tad cheekily. "Me making you smile is as inevitable as you eating me."
"Confident, aren't you? But do as you please." He then thought of something as he started mindlessly braiding a few strands together. "Did you know that you have pink hair?"
"I do?" She paused, then frowned. "I take it that it's an unusual color, then?"
"Unusual would be an understatement. I've never seen someone with pink hair before…" He trailed off, before snapping his fingers. "I know! Sakura would be a suitable name, don't you think? It would be quite fitting, really."
"Sakura…" She tested it a few times, before smiling again. "I like it!"
"Sakura it is, then." He let go of the now braided strands and helped her sit up. "Well, now that you are awake, I believe it is time for us to depart. There is so much to see, and so little time~!"
"Well, what are we waiting for, then?" Grinning from ear to ear, she extended her arms to him so he could pick her up. "Let's go!"
Alright, I don't know if I'll be able to keep up a straight schedule, but I promise I'll try to post one chapter per day (maybe two, depending on the length and the time I have on my hands).
On that note, toddles~!
PS. If you have any requests for feelings or emotions you'd like to see Doma experiment with in this story, write a review and I'll do my best to rise to your expectations!