He could curse that little thin band of silk cloth you called a kimono. But in your defense, you didn't buy it. Rather. It was more of a...gift from Karaku. You dont know how or where he got it from, given that a demon like himself couldn't possibly have just waltzed outside into the city to buy a silly little dress without being noticed. Not that it makes it any less infuriating. In fact. It makes it worse.

He could kill Karaku for that. Gifting you something like that to wear and prance around in. So innocent. So oblivious of the intoxicating scent, you plagued his senses with every. Single. Goddamn Day. Karaku had always pissed him off. But never quite like you did. Man, you really got on his last nerve. The blood in his veins ran so hot you could cook a meal on the searing surface of his olive skin.

How disgusting...he thought.

Did you get off on knowing the type of effect you have on him? To so unwittingly drive him mad with desire against his will? Or were you truly just this stupid?

If it was the latter...well... there was no way he could stand for that. Letting himself be manipulated by something so ridiculous. So...pathetic and lowly as a human like yourself. A demon slayer.

By God, if he ever found himself losing the capacity to control himself around you, he'd rather die than admit you were the source of his unrest.

So...whatever the case may be, he was going to find a way to make you pay for it. But first...He needed you all to himself.

A/N: Just came up with this today. So I thought I'd post it. ;)