Illegal Fire Reincarnates

Summary: In Heian period, Muzan had love the priest of Fire god named Sumiko. However he was cursed by the boy he loved to never walk in the sun. Muzan been searching to break the curse, until the reincarnation of Sumiko appeared to slay him, Tanjiro swear to kill him for breaking his heart. The tragedy from 1000years ago.

WARNING DONT READ IF NOT APPROVE OF THIS SHIP IT IS SHOUNEN AI NO REPORTS PLZ/ignore bad english or possible OOC/enjoy. This contains Chap1-5 only or...what extend i dunno!

Kanon58: Guess whose making a Muzan x Tanjiro spread again! I'm baaack! I was sad nobody making muzanjiro/kibutan fics. I want more of their interaction guhh! So those who wanted to read this pair, am with you!

Yes am torturing myself while typing DemonKing Tanjiro fanfic.

Read my Mrated fanfic 'Conquering the Sun' if you want a love story muzanjiro with smut. Leave a lovely review plz!

Disclaimer this fanfic is just a angsty love story with no smut, bit of course kiss,hugs,hold hands are welcomed.

English not the First Language/No Beta Read/No Flames you are not a Breath Flame User xD

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'It all started in a snowy day.'


It was New year's eve.

Another year had passed, another year that slap Kibutsuji Muzan in the face that he was growing old...he is currently 17yrs old by this time. In his ruly black long hair -tied up loosely in the range of his waist. Wearing a white kimono...he walks through this winter field like a ghost. He was pale as the snow,his eye color is unable to be recognize as they look very ill.

'Cold~'

He breath in his mouth, that the smoke of freezing weather shows visible in the air.

'But...They feel fine for now...'

Even so, he kept walking in the snow without any destination. Muzan just wanted to stroll around. His whole life was caged in his room.

Because he was ill.

The morning walks tires him, the night time was his lonesome moments.

The winter is in between.

Therefore he does not mind the cold. It will never bother him.

Until...

KRING~

A sound of a bell pulled him away from depressing thoughts he always harbor within himself.

"Hm...?"

Turning his head to his right, someone wearing a very interesting fiery outfit, dances in the middle of the snow.

There were torches of fire lit up in a form of circle. As if a ritual is going on,however nobody else was there. Just the person inside the circle.

The face of the person is unknown for a paper hiding it's identity. Some kanji written on it, but he couldn't read it from afar his stance.

"What is this?" It was his first time seeing someone else in this snow, or he probabbly walked so far that he had astray away from his private palace quarters.

The mysterious human has a long pony tailed up red burgundy tips. His kimono colored in red, black and somewhat orange fire designs. The person had a wooden sword witb bells attached to them, consist atleast six bells or seven. It was hard to count, but the sound it produce is loud enough as a group. Ringing and echoing in the silent winter. The torches creating shadows whenever he moves...

The person seem to be practicing a sword fight, but then again...he was bare foot. He can hear the breathing pattern of the said person.

'It looks exhausting...is it a dance...? It is very cold, how can this person move much...?'

By the looks of it, it is obviously look like a ritual or whatever. Muzan had mused at the sight. 'Very enchanting~'

He can see so little but there was a somewhat Hanafuda earrings which is dangling in the person's both ears.

How magical.

"What a beautiful dance...What is it called?" He questioned no one. To his surprise one of his servant appeared by his side. "Muzan-sama, there you are." Muzan though was not startled, as he is used to it.

Muzan was the one at fault, his sense of feeling of someone approaching is weak. Because he is terminally ill. He cannot even taste food anymore. So he was thankful he can atleast walk in such days as this.

"It is called Hii No Kami Kagura, Muzan-sama...it is a dance you offer to celebrate the birth of the Sun god." Staring at the fire dancer, he was captivated.

'I want to have a closer look...'

Not wanting to be obvious that he planned to walk near, he added another question to his servant. "Is that a girl or a boy dancing? He looks frail and his hair is too shiny...The height is so short like a girl would be." the servant chuckled at his child like question, he knew Muzan was trying to critic the mystery in his vision.

They were used to it.
After all he rarely sees such things.
He was always forced to stay at bed.

Every single day that he breaths and wake.

"True. But that is a young boy. He is the priest right now from 'Tajirou' clan. Every year end they do this offering. It happens that it is the first time you had 'timed up' the session."

When the servant said that, the servant gently touch his shoulders from behind to gesture that they needed to go back home.

"Tanjirou...it means 'Charcoal'. I see..." still amazed at the dancer. The servant insisted his wish for his health. "Muzan-sama, let us get inside. The snow will make you more sick." But it irate him.

"I know that fool. But let me see this beautiful ritual till the end..."

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'His dance gives light to my boring sick life.'


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Muzan can never forget that beautiful fire dance that awed him during the night of new year's eve.

One week has passed. Muzan decided to rebel again by not resting at his bed of luxury. He did drink the awful medicine his doctor gave him, it did not have any effect...but Muzan does not care anymore. He just wanted to get over with it because he refuse to remain bed ridden.

Muzan is currently walking in the hallway with his delicate legs and foot with thick socks. He is currently wearing a black kimono for men.

"There is no sun at all..." the winter is about to disappear, but for some reason the sky looks gloomy and Muzan is disappointed.
He wanted to see the sun, even though he knew it will make him faint.
He easily get heat stroke after all.

He keep strolling around his home until someone bumped to his chest. Muzan's bored eyes widen.

'Hanafuda earrings...!'

"W-woah! I'm very sorry...!" said the young one, he looks up to Muzan. Revealing the most gentle eyes he has ever seen. He has ruffled long, black hair with burgundy tips, combed back to expose his forehead and pony tailed up, wide, dark red eyes with white pupils that appear lighter around the lower section of his irises. He had a rather tanned skin but somehow they look frail. As if he was a girl.

The young one gasp and is visibly ashamed from bumping him. "Oh no! It's y-you!" He knew he is in trouble. Muzan disregarded his panic by simply asking. "Your name is?"

"Eh?" Blinking. Muzan has a unreadable face. He was observing him so closely. 'I remember this hairstyle...'

"You are the priest right? What is your name...?" He guessed. Regaining composure, politely with a bright smile he introduced himself.

"My name is Tanjirou Sumiko, Kibutsuji-sama. I was assigned and summon to your palace to pray for your long life."

Muzan could not help but roll his eyes and mock the said duty of the younger. "Call me by my first name, Also you meant to pray for my inccurable illness~so foolish." It was not new.

Muzan had met other priest during his childhood. Some were old and grumpy,or smurky teenager. Some is around his age. By the looks of it, this Sumiko looks atleast 16yrs old. Muzan is older a year atleast. Basically it is his first time having a young priest to pray for his well being. It does not look promising.

Sumiko shout in disbelief from his cold statement. "W-what!? You do not believe in the power of prayer?!" He was pouting.

"I do not believe... if the gods you speak of has abandoned my fate." He said shortly. Making Sumihiko lower his head. "Did they not?"

"..."

Sumihiko can smell such sadness the older one is emitting. 'I got to do something...! Say something that will change his perspective!' With such resolve. "T-thats sad." He blurts out.

"What?" Sumihiko looks up to him with such caring eyes...as if he feels the pain of Muzan.

"I-I mean...I know you were bedridden at some point but...I think the gods still favor you." He said with a gentle voice. Muzan arch an eyebrow,he was bemused.

"How so? I can't even play outside when I was younger." Muzan wanted to win the arguement. It was getting on his nerves...suddenly the nice priest told him with a positive smile!

"I mean...you were bless with such beauty mylord~!" Taken back. Muzan blushed.

"H-huh?" He was creeped out, yet Sumihiko marched forward like he forgot he shouldn't be too close to the royal heir of this kingdom.

"You are a very handsome man Muzan-sama!" He says so cheerfully, invading the private space as he takes a step closer. Muzan steps back in response."Hehe! I bet girls will head over heels to you, compare to my looks! I look like a dork! Hehehe~!"

Muzan looks away and dismiss him. "Be silent!" Walking away, Sumihiko was confuse if what he said was offensive. Muzan glance at him for a second before leaving him to feel stupid in the hallway.
"You are just sugar coating my condition. Go back to dancing! That is the only thing you are good for..." evil smug. "Priest Sumiko."

With that he ditch him. But deeply...Muzan was moved.

'Strange...usually am called pale as dead...but he said I look good...?'

A smile in his lips.
Muzan is looking forward to his new assigned priest.


"Tanjirou Sumiko is such a sunshine furrball."


After that encounter, Sumihiko has officially lived in the palace to send a direct prayer for the prince's health to be better.

"Goodnight Muzan-sama. Rest well."

Says Sumiko with a mother like smile, as if he was his personal nurse than a priest. Laying Muzan to his futon, night time has come. Sumiko left his room.

"It is indeed night..." sitting up, Muzan is not sleepy again. "Another night to investigate~" smirk on his lips,he went out of his room to stalk Sumiko.

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'He is doing it again...'

Peeking at the boy inside the shrine. Everynight, Muzan will be told to sleep well by his priest. Then the said priest will go off somewhere...instead of sleeping, he will be praying at this shrine.

It was the shrine of Sun and Moon.

There are carvings of the rising sun and a lunar eclipse in the wall. Quietly...with a fire giving light in the dark night. Sumiko is praying with his knees on the floor. Eyes closed, lips tight shut.
He looked asleep in meditation is what Muzan portray his posture.

Sumiko is wearing a red and black checkered kimono with a green haori. His red locks are still tied up in a sweet pony tail. His forehead is huge as ever, his eyebrows were relax. Time to time they would knit together...as if he was doing a intense conversation with the heavens inside his mind.

'How pecular, his way of praying...'

Muzan had always been urging to interrupt him eversince he saw him dance in the winter with majestic movements.
Something about Sumiko is interesting, specially his trademark hanafuda earrings.

'I want to know him more. I want to know his secret...'
Muzan dared for the first time. He walk towards him and speak his curiosity.

"What exactly are you praying for?"

Startled. Sumiko's eyes snaps open and turns to look up at the tall figure. "M-Muzan-sama! Why are you walking around so late..?!" Is his first response as he stood up.

Muzan shrugs, he did not care about his own. In fact he is annoyed how everyone always order him to sleep.

"I do what I want. I do not live long."

He stated facts making Sumiko scratch his cheeks. "Uhh..." Muzan proceed to pester him, he move forward causing Sumiko to stay at his spot. "Answer my question."

Sumiko is actually focus on his prayer that he did not really hear the question from earlier. "Pardon...?"

Muzan sighs and started walking in circles. Specifically circeling around Sumiko. Muzan was very intimidating to be exact.

"You see...All the priest they had given me, everyone one of them claims to pray for my health to be better." There was a hint of doubt in his voice, Sumiko followed him with observing eyes. "~ I wonder what kind of chant you are doing...You are weird you know?"

Sumiko can't help but arch his eyebrow,he was somewhat offended. But he was patient to let him finish.

Muzan is sharing his thoughts. "Usually they will sing an enka, or say some ancient rubbish tongue that they call a prayer...Instead here you are...kneeling and crossing your fingers, your eyes are closed. You do not even speak."

Muzan stops infront of him, their eyes captured to focus on eachother. Muzan had a sly fox smile.

"~So share me...what exactly are you praying for that I haven't heard...?" He lifted his chin teasingly to provoke the shorter guy.

"Enlighten me~Sumiko."

Sumiko was silent. He made a proper inhale of oxygen to keep his temper in check. 'He is acting like a brat.' He commented inside his mind. Able to compose his maturity for the prince.

"My prayer for you is..." he showed him an endearing smile. "Is to be happy." Shock and confused.

"Happy?" Muzan echoed in a form of question. Sumiko giggles as he told him his own opinion of prayers.

"Im sure the prayer did work from the previous priest before me. I heard you were dead as an infant. You went 50-50 around the age of 10 years old. Everytime you age, death has always tease you...yet you were still alive. Meaning the prayers of your previous priest did work. I think until now it is effective...so I wanted to pray something that nobody has wish you for."

He took his hands and cups them with support.

"And that is happiness."

Still shock at Sumiko's explanation, Sumiko close his eyes in a way of wishing out the small hope for him.

"In a feeble countable life of a human...may you be happy Muzan-sama." Opening his crystal clear and trustful eyes. He declares his oath for Muzan.

"That is I, Priest Tanjirou Sumiko prays from the bottom of my heart."

Muzan for the first time is speechless.


'If only kindness in his heart did not exist...there would be no reason for me to destroy that light.'

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The moonlight will steal the rays of the sun...


To Be Continued

Kanon58: I try this different approach by uploading a short chapter. To avoid overwhelming you guys with the events of 1000years ago. We will go slowly...also if its not clear to you, Sumiko is basically Tanjiro himself that just happen to have long pony tail. Like the daylight Tanjiro is reincarnation of Tanjirou Sumiko. The 'tanjirou' is a surname. Time passes it disappeared. Now it is a NAME. Just sayin if you are confuse.

I cannot promise to finish due to busy human stupid life. But A DROP OF REVIEW will make me excited to type for next chapie! Greedy!

This is obviously a AU. So...yeah lets ride once more a tragic tale between Muzan-sama and Tanjiro-sama!

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