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: There will be always three sets of memories in one chapter. The longer their exchange of conversation the longer it looks rolf. Thank you for those who drop a review at first chapie! I offer this new chap to you guys! Thank you!

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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The memory of warmth continues until it withers...

"Did you drink your medicine? Did you took your medicine?" Ask by Sumiko multiple times. Tired of hearing the same question with such a worry-rat attitude. Muzan is completely annoyed.

"Yeah~yeah. I did,now stop pestering me."

He ordered him, making the young one back down.

"S-sorry mylord."


'Tanjirou Sumiko is always humble and a pain in my neck...He tends to bicker rather than an advisor.'


Muzan and Sumiko right now is enjoying the mundane morning. Spring has come to japan where birds chirping peacefully.Visible higanbana flowers on the flower field. Green grass and green leaves...Swaying trees, crystal pond.

The sun is up and smiling down.

Muzan is not particularly happy, he actually felt exhausted today. The weather is not really hot,but it makes his skin sensitive.

That is why Muzan just took his medicine and is currently sitting at his futon. Well dressed in blue kimono with white lilies pattern up to his chest and thighs. Sumiko and Muzan is staring at the sky together by the open door that you can consider a 'window' during the Heian period.

Sumiko meanwhile is wearing his priest uniform. Colored in red and orange fiery patterns robe, however this is not his outfit during the Hii No Kami Kagura dance. His forehead wears a red headband with a kanji written 'Priest of Fire'

Sumiko would literally always say good morning to him with a cheerful greeting. Sure, his servant does the same, but Sumiko does it in a higher level of enthusiasm.
Immediately he would ask the young master if he took his meds,otherwise he will scold him. He was a worry rat because if Muzan will not take his dose,he will be unable to sit at all...worst he couldn't eat.

Muzan is a big sack of burden if he was not a son of a rich man. For that quoted, Sumiko knows how to serve him well. Technically babysit him while praying that he will be better.

"What a very beautiful morning don't you think so Muzan-sama...?" He ask him with a smile.

Muzan did not roll his eyes, he was still feeling bitter in his tongue regarding the early medicine...but then again, because Sumiko told him that he wanted him to be happy.
Sometimes...just sometimes, Muzan acted happy if not feeling drained by hid sickness.

Until the wind blows.

Whooosh~

The earrings dangling with the wind's movement. It spark his curiousness.

Muzan spoke.

"Those hanafuda earrings. Where did you buy that?" He questioned the boy whose currently adjusting the sliding door not to be so 'open'. The young master is not allowed to be exposed on too much sunlight or he will get a heatstroke. As he work with his body, he answered him.

"Ahh these...? I did not buy them. The Sun god made them for me." He stop fixing the door slide as he already done the adjustment.

Walking towards the master at bed. Muzan is surprise at such honest disclosure. "What...? You met the Sun god...?" Realizing he use the wrong words, Sumiko corrects himself while feeling embarrass. "Ah! I mean...not really but...err." he took a deep breath to compose his thoughts.

"It is like this. My clan, the 'Tanjirou Clan' is a charcoal burner for the god of Sun." He sat in an Indian seat to have the same eye level to Muzan's. The conversation continues. "All of the first born tend to have some defect..." he subconsciously touch his left side of ear. Muzan arch his eyebrows in confusion. "Defect? How? You look normal to me." He said so truthfully. Sumiko blush and scratch the back of his head feeling complimented.

"Hehe...really? Im glad I look normal to you...but am not." Before his expression turned serious, making Muzan dive in to the conversation in more attention.

"Elaborate."
"Yes of course."

The priest smiles as he chitchat, lifting his pointy finger in a manner of explaining things to him. "Ok...you see, all of the first born of charcoal burner for the sun gods is always emotionless."
Muzan is interested to hear more. "Emotionless...?" He echoed. Sumiko closed his eyes as his hands went to his chest...to hear his own heartbeat, Muzan mused at him.

"From the word itself, I was born without any heart, no reaction. I was alive but I was like a still doll. I was also mute." He opened his eyes and they look blessed. "This smiling me did not exist you know?"

Suddenly in disbelief, Muzan made a rude comment.
"Ok...isn't that a mental illness then?" Though he was truly not understanding Sumiko's condition. "Well,maybe...but my parents taught to carve these for me. They put it in my ears and they prayed." He says calmly. Muzan pushed for more information.

"What did they prayed?"

Sumiko looks at the sky, "Good question~" he hummed before his sight landed back to Muzan with the usual honest eyes that would never invent a story to lie.

"They said may the eldest son can smile like the god sun."

'Beautiful.. his expression is always beautiful.' Muzan mentally thoughts. He was mesmerizing him. Sumiko put his thumbs under his chin to recall the right memories.

"For some reason, they say..." scratching his head, he started to panic. "I-I mean I cannot remember okay? I was around 5 years old...I learned to smile like a baby should be doing at that kind of age and so fort. I was strange!" He sighs at his own failure to explain himself.

However Muzan did not care anymore. He jump the topic to end with assumption how he understood all those words from his priest.

"So...those earrings are magical gift is that it?"

Delighted that they were on the same page,Sumiko moved closer and glee his hands to the floor as he was looking straight face to face to his master. "Yes! It is blessing by the god of sun!"
Muzan on the other hand revealed an evil grin though...
"What will happen if I remove it?" His pale right hand went to invade Sumiko's cheeks, he cup them out of nowhere making the young one blush.

"Eh? Muzan-sama-" but..."Ah!" Hissing from sudden pain he felt in his right ear. Yes, Muzan pulled one of the earrings!
The spoiled young master lift the object to spin in his fingers, the hanafuda earrings had small blood on them. He look at Sumiko with a Cheshire cat face.

"Did that made you loose a part of you?"

Angry. Sumiko forgot his manners, he raised his fist and start whining and complaining. "W-what the! Why are you being violent to me...?!" Trying to remain not too honest that he was hurt...Sumiko back down and mumble his small plead not to be teased like this. "G-give it back...please..." Observing the sudden silence of his plaything rather than a priest. Muzan puts a stoic face.

"Did it hurt...?"

Making Sumiko snap one more time.
"What kind of question is that?! Of course it does...!"

Muzan spats back. "Then its a lie."

"Huh...?"

Wondering why his young master is staring to his soul as if...he was concerned, same time he was plainly up to win an argument. Muzan touch the wound in his right ear that he pulled the hook off. He was being invaded again from touches.

"Look at you, you are in pain~ you do not look like a doll to me Priest Sumiko."

He said with a small smile, ruby eyes widen for they were not expecting to hear such softness exist to this somewhat psychopathic edgy lord. "Eh...Muzan...sama..." Sumiko did not want to blush, he ended up getting red cheeks from such comment coming from the prince.

"S-such...kind words." Sumiko wanted to remain formal with his speech patterns, even if Muzan is being mean to him.
Muzan is always a brat that lacks attention and always had a lot of curiosity. "I do not deserve that your highness..." Sumiko averted his eye contacts to him,such negativity from his praise is a offensive act.

Muzan hates being denied and rejected whenever he spoke.

"Hmm~"

Muzan frowns at how his compliment was address as 'not worth for me' thingy...the usual servants would say that. Pulling away, "Here~!" Muzan toss the earrings to Sumiko, "Woah!" He quickly responded to catch it.

Muzan lays down and cover himself by the sheets. "Whatever, I'm tired now. I will sleep." He turned his back to him. Sumiko felt guilty. "M-Muzan-sama...?" Yet he was not sure what made the young master pout like this. 'What made him angry...? Is it because I didn't say 'thank you' instead?!'

"Wait!" He shouts.

Muzan remained covered in his futon without looking back to see the latter's facial expression right now.

"T-the truth is...It is my first time getting s-such compliment. I...I apologize if my response sounded negative and rude. I truly appreciate it Muzan-sama. I was just shy..so..um...err," he bows his head.
"Though please, do not pull my earrings again. They are very sacred and precious to me." Muzan waived his hand without even apologizing for his mistreat to him.

"I-I'll take my leave. Rest well Muzan-sama."

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Sumiko after that cleaned the wound in his right ear and waited for it to heal, then he put back his hanafuda to balance the weight within his ears.

Sumiko couldn't remain angry as what the heir if this kingdom told him.
He repeated those words as he look to the water reflection.
"You do not..look like a doll..." a single thought of those courage of words made its way to cheer him up.

'To think he is comforting me instead of me making him feel better.' Stretching.

"Ahh~Ahh~ I still have a long learning to be a great priest like Rengoku-san!"

Days he spent with Muzan is the every time itself they make their own point of views laid off the table.

It was never boring.


'Beside his famous sunshine smile...I wanted to see a different side of him like the dawn. I wanted to expose something from him like the shadows, a emotion that I haven't seen to draw on his face like the water ripple. That is why...am always mean to him. I was drawn to the sunny smile of Sumiko...No matter how my skin hurts.'


Muzan is wearing his white kimono with a black haori. Sumiko is still wearing his priest outfit. They were outside of Muzan's room. They were here at the garden.


'Tonight there were countable stars. Especially...I'm counting him in...'


"Muzan-sama look, a shooting star!" Sumiko pointed at the said dashing star beneath this nightsky where he and Muzan currently sitting next to each other.

"I see that many times...trust me." Says Muzan with no slightest interest, Sumiko made a curious expression. It was his turn to ask him questions.
"You don't wanna make a wish?" Somehow, it sounded disappointed and pushy, Muzan could only shrug with a smirk.
"Childish." Hoping to make the other piss off, what he met was unreadable face.

Sumiko grip his fist as he carefully watch over his young master.

Both of them is currently sitting at the open bench. By means a bench is made of rock that was properly furnish to be sat on in a rectangle shape. There is enough space for them yet so close. Muzan did not mind to be sitting with him to witness the starry sky.
Though right now...as said, there are countable stars. It was not an impressive view.
You can say this was not the best star gazing session...


'Even though it was not the best night...Sumiko have altered it for me.'


"Muzan-sama...this may sound rude but...can I speak my thoughts about you?"
Sumiko ask softly with a stern face. Muzan made an evil smile and purposely sound challenged. He gave him the permission.

"Hohh~ you dare? Since am bored. By all means, tell me~"
Immediately accepting such freedom, Sumiko stood from his sit then he positioned to stand in front of Muzan to look big, as Muzan kept sitting with tired legs.

"Ok! Then...why are you always bored?"

Muzan made a face. "Isn't obvious? I can't do anything..." feeling attacked. "If I become too productive I will be bedridden." Almost raising his voice. "Do you have any idea how boring is that?" Annoyed in his throat, Sumiko tried to smooth talk the situation. 'Oops he got triggered...!'

Gulps.

"W-well ok...but have you tried writing books! Or...write some poem! Better try to sing!" He cracks a laugh. Somehow that made Muzan felt stupid for being triggered earlier. He gave him a stupid look.

"Are you being serious?"

Sumiko throws back another question, this time he was confident that it will not make Muzan angry. "Did you think those are for women only? It is not!" Muzan looks away, somehow his eyes had change expression from annoyed to somewhat lonely. "I know it is not. But am not interested." He said so coldly. Sumiko ignored his cold response, he widen his grin then points at Muzan.

"Ohh, then that means you are yourself is the 'boring'. You are a boring person!"
Muzan stood up and is once again triggered.

"What did you say!?" Vein pops. Sumiko still ignored the danger of making him angry...he kept his friendly smile and cups his chin into thinking.

"I mean you said you never done them...if by all means you are bored. That should have made you desperate to fill the boredom. You know...do the things you wont like to do is actually surprisingly killing time!" He claps his hands to snap Muzan's irate attention to think carefully. 'This priest...'

Clearing his throat, finally Muzan fix his stance, crossing his arms with an evil smirk. He wanted to make another argument. This time Muzan swore on his guts to make Sumiko loose a comeback.

'I'll expose his weakness then it will be his turn to feel awkward!'

Like a child hiding in a mature body, Muzan begin his play. "Big words~priest. Enlighten me about your hobbies other than praying then? If you cannot prove me that you are not a boring person like me~ am going to punish you." Taken back. "P-punish?!" Muzan marches forward to intermediate the latter. Widening his evil smirk, he leaned closer until their nose will almost touch. He teased him and dared him.

"Come on, tell me more about you Priest~ do not bore me. Tell me all the details~" Sweat drops, Sumiko looks away as he tried to keep smiling but obviously falling the act.

"Uhh...I dance?" Sweating more.
"I know that." Feeling the challenging stare.
"I...I pray?" Fidgeting.
"Absolutely." Still feeling attacked by the narrowing eyes of his master.
"Err...I...I..." Sumiko cursed himself mentally.

'Dammit! I did not have time for hobbies of luxury!'

Only to hear a giggle from the taller man until...it was laughter.

A laughing Muzan. "Pff-...Ahaha!" Muzan for the first time actually laugh his ass. "Ehm!" Jerking his head to see Muzan's jerk ass laughter. Sumiko went so red. "Ahahahaha~!" Lifting his fist in the air and childishly make them protest. "Dont laugh at me! Fine! Im boring as well!"

Muzan whose still laughing, he wipe his own tears of joy. "Well~now~...Why is that?"

Sumiko proudly stated. "Because...am the eldest...!" Muzan tilt in curiosity. "Hohh~? So what?" Sumiko crosses his arms to subside his embarrassment from earlier. He is trying to make a serious conversation with Muzan to forget about his 'boring hobbies'. "You do not have siblings so you wouldn't understand." Muzan is relaxed now. "Then explain it, fill me in~" Sumiko paused as he did not expect Muzan to just accept to move in the next topic.

'I thought mentioning him without any siblings will trigger him...I guess he doesnt mind being the only child.'

Smiling, Sumiko began sharing his personal point of view. "If you have siblings and you happen to be first born...helds a huge responsibility." But Muzan snorts to point out their other conversation regarding Sumiko's defect.

"Here I thought you said you were a toddler when you were around 5-6...?" Not feeling offended, Sumiko shrugs. "That happen. But after that I got a little brother then they multiply." Muzan is diving to more curiosity as he arch an eyebrow. "Ok...does having a sibling meant to take away free time?" Sumiko shakes his head in defense. "No! Not at all! It is fun!"

Muzan frowns at his declaration, as he made his arms hidden within the sleeves of his kimono. Sumiko notice that Muzan might be feeling a bit cold...but he wanted to respect his 'act' to look fine as they talk to each other under the countable stars.

"If so, how come you do not have time to pleasure your self~? From the sound and looks of it...I smell that you are always busy with responsibilities~"

Scanning around the area to see if anyone will pop out, Sumiko is actually thinking if he should ask Muzan and him to go inside.

'But I bet that would piss him off...'

Deciding to continue the talk.

"Y-yeah but...seeing them grow makes me proud that I was doing something right." Muzan kept adding more questions as he answers them, but the face his young master display was good. So maybe he was fine after all. 'He is enjoying doesn't he...? Im glad...'

"What will happen if you do not do your role? Obviously Im am only child, I would not know the difference~ so tell me, If you are free to do what you want. What would it be?" Sumiko made a bright smile.

"I would like to play in the sun with you Muzan-sama~!" Narrowing his eyes, Muzan doesn't believe him for a moment.

"Are you being serious?" Sumiko points to the dark sky, for some reason another shooting star went by...as if Sumiko knows it will come.
He crosses his finger with eyes looking straight to Muzan's.
Muzan is once again surprised at such honest feelings that makes his weak heart shiver.

"Yes! So If I saw again a shooting star...I will wish for it three times! Until then, get well!"


'Such prayer exist...such wishes...There will be no reason for me to glare at the stars anymore. No matter how subtle the scent of the midnight will be...Sumiko was my starlight.'


Months passed by just him and Sumiko sharing each of their interest and most of the time they do argue. However not to the point of not getting to make up.

Sumiko was a priest,his advisor, his person that he doesn't need to control his bad attitude and sharp tongue. The priest of fire would always smile and accept him.

Sometimes it makes him guilty but he would never actually admit it. Muzan has his own pride to protect. Like how Sumiko has his own duty to keep. Both shared a thread of bond.

Once again it was snowing.

"Alright! Time to perform the incantation!" Sumiko says energetically. Muzan behind him stood still with crossed arms.

"You mean the Hii No Kami Kagura?"


'The season went by so fast that New year's eve came again.'


"Yes!"

Sumiko is wearing his Hii No Kami Kagura uniform or to say the enchanting kimono that makes you envious to wear. The paper mask is not yet attached to his face.

Sumiko is currently stretching his legs and arms to prepare himself to make a sword dance once more in this snowy weather.

Take note he was bare foot. The young master decides not to question that.

Muzan quietly staring intently on his priest up and down and wondering if he can wear it too.
'It looks lovely...' correcting himself. 'He looks lovely in it.'

Taking a step forward, he was in a good mood. "How does it work?" Sumiko whose crackling his fingers paused his exercise for him. "Eh? The dance?" Muzan did not even hide the smile on his frail lips.

"Yes."

A little bit Sumiko is worried.
'His lips looks dry than the other day...is he okay...?'

Not wanting to break his mood,he guessed the spark in Muzan's eyes were alright. "You...you want to learn about it?" He said thoughtfully. Muzan covered himself more from his black kimono with a white haori.

He is actually freezing but he was hiding it from his priest.
'I want to see him dance closely. Am strong...am not weak. I will make this cold kneel!' Hiding his struggle with a smirk. "Not that am able to dance with my condition. But yes...If I get better, someday I would like to try this Hii No Kami Kagura." Smiling more. Sumiko failed to notice his lies.

"R-really? You mean it...?" Sumiko beamed in surprise.
Muzan took note of his reaction, he was not teasing him...Muzan had a quizzical look. "Why do you look so happy...?"
Sumiko moves closer with his energetic hands moving up and down. He sure is excited. "Because you are the first person who ever said that! Usually only within 'Tanjirou Clan' would like to learn!"

Muzan stared at him. "You mean they 'have to.'" Sumiko moves away feeling embarass whenever Muzan corrects him off. "Ekk...! Well yeah...sort of."

Muzan licked his lips to wet his drying flesh. "You mention before you are the eldest. Does this mean you have siblings? Am right?" Sumiko still did not notice Muzan's condition is actually not good right now despite the light atmosphere he produce.

"Yes I do. I have 6 of them!" Hearing the fact they were so many, Muzan is almost disgusted, "Six...what on earth." Fumming in anger. "Hey! Don't think bad of my parents!"

Muzan shuts him up. "No. That's not it. If there is six of you...does all of them has to learn this tradition?" Sumiko giggles and told him their tradition and how it works.

"Yes. But only the eldest has the right to perform the Hii No Kami Kagura dance~! Unless otherwise I die, the second eldest has too. If the second eldest dies, you already know whose next~! It does not matter if it is a girl or boy. But mostly were boys...you know! A man!" He thought Muzan's eyes will spark further instead he met a cold gaze.

Wondering what made him upset...

"Muzan-sama...?"

Muzan curtly told him. "Dont say 'I die' so lightly...you are getting on my nerves."

Sumiko panics and assured him. "E-ehh! Why are you mad? I just said 'If I die'! I do not have plans to die!" Delighted to hear that, Muzan smiled with hidden fear.

"Good. Because you are bound to me till I outlive my 20's."
Sumiko still unable to sniff something is wrong. "Oh...since it is new year, you will turn 18...by june 3rd..."

Muzan made the famous evil grinning he always do whenever he will make the other get triggered. "And you will turn 17...will you get taller though? Small person."

"Hey!" Flustered.

Muzan wave his right hand that had hid for a long time in his haori sleeves, he was making him shoo away.

"Hurry and dance for me~"

Sumiko knowingly sighs and smiled. "Muzan-sama...I offer this dance to the god of sun."grabbing the wooden sword. "How selfish he is then." Putting on the paper mask. "Oi,oi,oi..." fixing his clothes. "Fine, don't offer it to me. How boring." Seeing him pout, Sumiko laughs light heartedly.

"I may not offer it to you but...Please watch me closely~"

Positioning himself at the center of fire torches, Sumiko posed his swordsman stance.

"Sumiko...?"

On the side view, Muzan can see Sumiko is still smiling and his eyes were being connected to his pupil as he says to him so gentle voice.

"Look only at me and carve this fire dance to your very memories~"

The wooden sword moves.

KRING~!

Muzan was in the zone. The fire torches flickered.

Sumiko is swaying his wooden sword with bells ringing in their ears. Nobody else is here to watch except Muzan. As said, this is sacred...audience is allowed but not as many.

Technically at least three people can watch the beauty of this sacred dance offer to the gods.

KRING, KRING~...

Even though he doesn't feel well, Muzan remained at his position, his eyes were following every movement of Sumiko's clothes, hands, the long red haired ponytail, the flapping of the paper on his face. His bare feet in the cold snow.

Hearing his breathing, seeing the sweat escape on his skin.

'He was the fire itself.'

The serious gaze Sumiko is currently showing every time the paper reveals his face by accident as he sometimes jumps from left to right.

They look manly.

KRING~!

It was so elegant that Muzan is truly inspired.

'I would accidentally vanquished to ashes.'

Not even realizing time passed that the Hii No Kami Kagura dance was over. Sumiko is sweating, he flips up the paper mask to reveal his excited, he runs to him like a child. "So did you like it? Ah no..." shaking his head, "I mean did you love it?!"

Muzan whose been in a jawdrop. 'Ahh it is over already...?' He blinks, slowly his lips closed then they part to confess the lingering appreciation.

The feelings he had right now for his priest.

"...I love...you..." he said faintly but it was booming in Sumiko's ears.

"Eh?"


'He was my dearest...Sumiko was...was my...own. i want him to dance for me forever...'


Muzan realize he made a mistake. He looks away and crossed his arms once more to show his grumpy side. "I mean, I love you dancing the Hii No Kami Kagura." He ended the conversation just like that...making Sumiko scratch his cheeks with visible small blush before he shook his head.
For some reason he was disappointed when it was corrected.

'What is this...? Why did I feel down that he was not referring to me directly...?'

Trying to lighten up the awkwardness.
"I-its that s-so...o-of course that is what you meant." Cracked up smile.

Muzan suddenly coughs.

"*coughs!*"

"M-Muzan-sama?!" Violently...he coughs.

'What the?! Since when he was not feeling too well!? Dammit...I did not notice!'
Crouching with never ending cough, Muzan covers his mouth and kneel in pain. 'Am awful,I made him stay here at the winter just to let him watch me...I shouldn't have spoiled him!'

Scolding himself. Muzan is visibly having hard time to breath. He coughs unconditionally more and more. Thankfully there is no blood.
"*coughs!-coughs!*" the panic rise from Sumiko, he crouch down as well and pat his back for comfort.

"H-hang in there! Muzan-sama...Muzan-sama...!"

However..

"Ugh...!"

Muzan collapses.

"No!" Catching him in his arms, he was in high fever. "Noway!" Putting Muzan at his small back. "Wait a minute...!" Sumiko drag his legs all the way back to the the main mansion.

"Muzan! Keep it together...! Don't you die...! I swear...as your priest, I will save you!"

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3 weeks Muzan was bedridden after that incident.

Sumiko did his best to everyday...massage his young master's body. Like the legs, the arms, the thighs, his face, his fingers and palms. Sumiko had witness how Muzan was in pain and it breaks his heart.

'He is pitiful...' staring down at the sleeping Muzan whose currently grunting at his bed. 'To think since birth he had to bear such body pain...'
Sumiko knows Muzan will be mad if he finds out he was giving him the pity look.
Muzan hates being addressed as weak, it hurts his pride as a man and as a suppose to be heir to own japan.

Sumiko cannot actually see that bright future after witnessing how serious Muzan illness was.

'His skin went paler than before...' subconsciously grabbing some hair strands from Muzan's black long curly hair...'His hair is like a seaweed...they are not happy.'

Grabbing the small towel and dip it to the water,he began washing the prince.

Sumiko couldnt make out a proper face right now. Touching the frail arms of Muzan, "He loose weight again-"

A dark voice echoed.

"Does my complexion look terrible to you? Does my face look pale to you? Do I look weak to you? Does it look like I haven't got long to live? Does it look like I'm close to death?"

Gazing down to the owner of the voice. Muzan is doing a death glare to his priest.
Sumiko gasps as he still held the frail arms of Muzan with the rubbing towel. "Y-you finally woke up!"

Unconsciously Sumiko jumps to hug him. "Uwaa! Muzan-sama!" Muzan's anger stops. "...!?" Sumiko started to sob his joy for him to come back. "Thank you Lord! Thank you! Muzan-sama...you finally came to your senses...! I thought you would never wake up!"

Muzan silently accepted his tears and the said embrace...he was hesitant to move his hands to hug back. 'I guess I shouldn't have been angry at him...' sighing, he pats his back and assured him. "Im okay."

Feeling a bit shy that he was being hug like this. Muzan cleared his throat and change the topic. "You are heavy,get off."
"R-right!" Pulling away, Muzan remained stoic face as he said to him, "You are my priest not my nurse. What are you doing?"
Sumiko wipes his tears and gave him an obvious look. "Um massaging you...?" Muzan gave him a puzzled look.

"That is for a servant. You are not a servant but a priest. You duty is to pray for me. Thats all you are..."

Sumiko frowns and he grips to the wet towel he has been holding for a while,it soak his hakama pants. "But...I do not want that." Muzan is weird out. "What do you mean?" Sumiko bit his lips before he stared at the lying prince.

"For a year we had been..." a little scared he mumbles.

"I want to be friends."Muzan sarcastically repeated. "Friends?"
Sumiko knows this is too much to ask, just because Muzan has let him be close...does not mean he can be selfish.
Yet, 'I want him to be happy. My prayer is there, but I has to work by my hands as well...as his priest!' Feeling confident inside but ending up stuttering.

"I-I know we shouldn't be friends...b-but...as your priest, please heed my advice." It sounded serious, also Sumiko looks serious. Muzan is not getting the point though. "What could it be?" Sumiko replied with such honesty as he sits properly with his knees and hands resting to them along with the wet forgotten towel.

"I notice you did not have any friends...why is that?" However Muzan narrowed his eyes. "Should I...?" It was a question not a rejection of thought. Sumiko cant believe it.
"D-dont tell me you do not know how to make friends?!" Muzan continued to ponder out loud. Everything does not make sense to him why it was a big deal to Sumiko. "I don't get it. Is friends necessary?"

Sumiko gave him a stupid look. "You are not shoving people just people of your illness right?" Muzan rolls his eyes.
"Of course not. But I do not see the need to have friends. I just need servants to take care of me." Sumiko grabs his shoulders and shakes them, Muzan's eyes gawk at how Sumiko forgot that he was still sick at the moment.

"That thinking is wrong! You need friends!" Slowly he stopped shaking and had those sad eyes.

"Especially...your health is..."

Muzan remove his hands from his shoulders and properly sat. "You fret over something that has already been there since my birth. Besides if I make friends...what benefit will I gain...?"
Doing a triumphant fist, Sumiko boasted.

"You will gain the power of friendship!"
"Stupidity." Immediately Muzan interjects.

"Im serious! If you feel alone...if you have friends...you will never feel alone! You will gain power and courage to break through! That is the power of friendship!" Muzan looks blankly at his bed sheets. 'Frankly such thing never cross my thoughts...' Muzan is troubled. "Are you saying having friends can make my life longer? Is that it? What do you call it again...happiness?"

Sumiko nods. "Yes."

Muzan is a bit hesitant but...he wanted to be closer and heed his advice. He sounded polite. "Then, will you be my friend Priest Sumiko?"

'He agreed...?' Sumiko didn't actually expect Muzan to accept it that easily, slowly he gave him a tender smile. Somehow he was really cute.

"I will be glad to be your bestfriend!"

Muzan smiles back. "I see." Before he reverted back to being cold. Noticing the odd behavior, Sumiko pester him.

"...Is something wrong? Do you feel unwell again?" Instead Muzan asks him back ignoring his worries for him. "How did I got here? What happen again...?" Visible confusion, Sumiko gently told him with a sincere apology. "Oh that, you collapsed during the ritual Muzan-sama, I'm sorry I did not notice you weren't feeling well. I carried you all the way back here. You never woke up. You had a bad fever and coughing a lot."

Muzan is shock. He couldn't believe such dramatic event had happen while he fell to the darkness at that snowy day. "That small body of yours you were able to carry a tall man like me?" He cannot believe the story, but Sumiko shows his biceps and firmly stated with a happy grin. "Of course! If there is a will there thy strength!"

'Sumiko...' feeling touched, Muzan finally has a warm smile in his lips. He thanked him with formality.

"I see. You have my thanks Priest Tanjirou Sumiko. Thank you for saving my life."
Sumiko giggles, "So are we friends now?"
Muzan chuckles back. "Sure, accept my generous 'yes'." Sumiko claps his hands to cheer himself from the success of making the grumpy and introvert prince to agree his idea to make this life spend wisely.

"I'm honored Muzan-sama!"


'I thought we can be friends...but it did not remained that way. I never see Sumiko as my friend at all. He was something I want to...own myself. No matter how bad it will be...I want to make him mine. I do not even know what was this called...'


Summer is about to come. Today the weather is clear, Muzan for some reason is fine. He is able to walk now.

Currently Muzan is wearing a black kimono with a black haori. While Sumiko is wearing his red and black checkered kimono without his plain green haori.

In the garden. "Alright!" Sumiko beamed. Muzan covers his ears simply irritated at his loud voice. "Don't shout idiot." Ignoring the irate prince, Sumiko starts to interview him. "Muzan-sama! How are you feeling today? Was my massage power effective?"

Getting ask, Muzan looks at his own features. "Hmm..come to think of it my bones doesn't hurt as they used too. Your therapy works I guess." He shrugs. For Sumiko it was a good news, he beams again. "Great!"

Muzan arch his eyebrows, something smells fishy..."What?"
Sumiko laughs then he grins. "You see...hehe! As a friend! I want you to come with me and see my family! I will carry you by all means!"

Blushing at such proposal, "Y-you do not have to carry me fool!" Sumiko is being a tease, he pats his shoulders feeling too close to do that. "Don't be embarrass! You maybe taller, but am stronger!"

Muzan backs away and slap his hands. "And you think I will come with you?" With a glare, Sumiko sniffs the air and twirls around. He cheerfully told him his plans. "I will make a box, make you sat on it, as we carry on the journey~!"

Scared. "Huh?!" Sumiko was being a creep again. He steps closer to Muzan's private zone, Muzan is fearful of his positivist.

'What is this idiot planning?!'

Sumiko doesn't care though,he wanted to tell him what he feels for him. Muzan is very guard of his heart.

"You dont need a box! I can walk on my own just fine!"

Sumiko tilts his head as if he was hurt and wondering what was wrong on his proposal solution.

"You do not want me to carry you?" He was serious!

Muzan slaps his own forehead, it was a headache.

"Stupid priest...!"


'Laughter...only Sumiko's laughter and stupidity...it muses me, it never ends there. It thought it would last the way it is before everything ends in my thread. However a third knot made it's way to create a ball of yarn.'


"Priest Rengoku Toujiro. Sumiko is going to visit today his family." says by a tall young man of a muscular stature and pale complexion, who is almost always seen wearing an unimpressed or emotionless expression.

He has unruly black hair of uneven lengths that sticks up in tufts around his head, which he wears tied back in a low messy ponytail at the base of his neck. His bangs fall over his eyes in an uneven fringe.

His eyes are sharp and reasonably thin, their irises a deep sapphire that fades to a lighter blue and their pupils a bluish-black, and are framed by thin eyebrows.

Wearing a dark blue traditional kimono robe, with ocean wave designs imprinted on the right thighs. He steps inside the room. Someone is sitting at the floor, the person seems to be meditating as he was facing an altar.

Incense were there.

"Hm~hm~really?" The othe man hummed, he who possessing unruly orange hair that flares out around his face, becoming redder near the ends above his ears, that he wears messily tied back behind his head. He has fair skin, bushy black eyebrows and angry, orange eyes that redden near the pupils, that are slanted inwards and shaped so as to give him a furious appearance.

He wears a traditional orange kimono robe with an eagle art printed to his left chest. The priest of flame turns his head to see Priest Tomioka Guren.

"Priest Tomioka Guren! Thank you for that news..! I cant wait to spend time again with Sumiko my boy~!"

The clouds starts to darken.


To Be Continued

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