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: i know Demon Slayer fandom is dying, I was a lonesome fangirl trying to keep the fandom alive...*sighs* I hope Kimetsu no Yaiba fans increase. I want to talk about Demon Slayer so much at the moment. yes so obsess with it. Btw please visit my muzanjiro memes! They are fun to read!

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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Here is a saying...A wolf hiding in a sheep cloth. Then the wolf is also wounded like a sheep. Tanjirou Sumiko is not any of those. He was abnormal.

Three more days, just three more days they has to return back to the castle.


'My name is Tanjirou Sumiko. I was 13 yrs old when I started to inherit the Hii No Kami Kagura dance from my retired Father. Yes, at such young age I became a priest after 2years of training with the famous glorious priests, the Rengoku Clan. My mentor was Rengoku Toujiro and with my senior Priest Tomioka Guren. When I turned 16, I was given my first assignment and it is to be the personal priest by the prince of death they say...it was him, Kibutsuji Muzan-sama. He was very mysterious, and that mysterious illness killing him slowly...am tempted to vanquish. If only such ability exist in my hands. I would like to test them out...and see him smile from the bottom of his dead heart.'


Sumiko just woke up.

"Hrmm..." rubbing his eyes,It is dawn and Muzan is nowhere inside the house.

"Eh? Where did he go...?" Leaving his futon and immediately fix himself.

His family is taking their own time separately. Like his younger siblings went to study below the mountains. His mother and father just chilling outside. Sumiko look at the kitchen, the toilet, the living room, the backyard and front yard. Muzan is not anywhere. "Don't tell me he went to the woods?"

Wearing his green and black checkered kimono...

He already ask his mother and father if they saw Muzan, they say they did not see him and assumed maybe he is indeed in the woods. With that idea, Sumiko begin his search. Calling out his name multiple times.

"Oiii~! Muzan-sama! Are you around here~? Response to me if you are~!"

A couple of minutes later, he reach the end of the forest side to the part of wet rocks.

"Muzan-sama~! where are you-"

In the middle of the small river, on a small water falls. 'Ah! There he is...!' Kibutsuji Muzan is bathing himself. He was naked up till toe.

Sumiko froze by spotting Muzan gently stroking his own long curlyhair to make them more fluffy. They were all soak in the water.
'I know it is rude to stare at someone elses body even if they are the same gender...but...but I can't help it.'

Taking a closer look.

'I have seen him almost naked many times when he collapse during the New Year's eve. After when his servants leave, I will be by his side to massage him and hoped he will wake up from it. But still this is a new sight to me...him out here so bare with the nature.'

Sumiko gulps down as he watch the beautiful pale prince taking a dip to the small river. Worry not, It is safe to take a morning bath there. What Sumiko does not understand is why Muzan did this to himself when he could have ask Sumiko to prepare a bathtub for him at home. Sumiko's house is a little bit big than average due to the funds donated to their shrine. These funds are being delivered to them by the Rengoku Clan.

Yet Muzan once again prideful, or maybe he wanted to try out the feeling how to bath outside. The feeling of someone might see you diving to your own relaxing world. Sumiko keep watch of Muzan's nakedness as he waited for him to finish.

((Badump...))

Something throb in Sumiko's heart. He went ahead and clutch them.

((Babadump...!))

'N-not this again...' with crystal eyes that bares some confusion to tell, Sumiko eyed Kibutsuji Muzan's curly and wet black long hair once more, this time intently...gazing down his delicate shoulders, chest, hips. A pale body that actually look thin and obviously sick. Faded amethyst eyes that who knows how blurry they were. Frail lips that is always either dry or so reddish. Reddish because of medicine dose.

Sniffing the morning dew, he smells him instead. The master's scent, Muzan smells like medicine...sometimes a fresh soap or the scent of warm cloth.

Regardless, Sumiko likes them all.

Sumiko is challenge by the sight. 'Muzan-sama sure is...a very attractive handsome man if he was not ill...' those were his first thoughts.

Sumiko remember praising Muzan's appearance during their first encounter. It may not look like it, but Sumiko can tell Muzan has a high pride but the self esteem of his was kinda low. Sumiko wanted to let him know that nobody is perfect. But every time they talk, Muzan had a strong wanting to be perfect, Muzan wanted to be useful to his parents and prove them that he was intelligent and not just a burden that strives to live a meaningless struggle. By the looks of it, Muzan is indeed talented, beautiful and smart. Just remove all pain in his weak body.

If only he is cured.

Surely Muzan would be a great king.

'Sometimes I fear...If Muzan-sama get healed, will he be still nice...?' Will he be able to stand so close beside him? Somehow, Sumiko sense some darkness...he always pray for Muzan to be happy because thats the best wish he can offer. But then somehow...there is something on the back of his mind whose fear that if this person has no illness and had a very bossy attitude. He might become a demonic king instead.

'I really wanted to do something good but...'

His deep thoughts were cut when he heard a threatening voice, Muzan spoke. "Whose there?"

Startled gasp. 'Oh right! Eavesdropping is bad! My goodness!'

"Um..!" Sumiko was not hiding or anything, but the fog had passed by. Sumiko didn't want to scare Muzan so he raised his hands and calls out. "Its me Sumiko! Muzan-sama!" Muzan did not hid his naked body at all when he is able to clarify that the strange presence he felt while bathing was coming from the priest.

Hearing the worried Sumiko. "Muzan-sama...! Taking a bath outside around this hour is dangerous! You might get sick!"
Muzan snorts, "Leave me alone! Its so hot that I can't bare it! I need to dip here!"

Maybe you wondering why they are screaming to each other, it is because the fog had become thick.

"You could have ask me! You should have woke me up!" Muzan rolled his eyes and pick up his white robe kimono. "Fine! I'll get out of the water!" Carefully Sumiko made his way to approach Muzan.

'The fog so thick all of the sudden...'

"U-um Muzan-sama? Are you still here? Please response-"

His hand touch a wall. "Ah?" It was Muzan's chest,he was already dressed up in his white robe.
Sumiko couldn't move when he looks above, Muzan was attractive as hell.

"Yes?"

((Badump,badump.))

His thoughts were chained up.

'Why does Muzan-sama looks adorable in my eyes...? Why does my heart race whenever I'm so close to him? The truth is, I was been lying at him. I'm glad he did not notice. Because lately...when I bath him,I was staring intently at his body parts. I was travelling my fingers indifferently...I was hoping to hear him make a sound If I touch him. But Muzan-sama sense of feeling and touch is dying due to his illness. Am perhaps attracted to him...?' But then again, Sumiko had a late reaction. He did not mean to push him. Sumiko squeaks. "Waah!"

"Sumiko-"

It was too late! He had literally push him the moment his hand had touch the taller man's chest. "Hey!"

Muzan falls to the small river he bath with not long ago followed by Sumiko. "No! Muzan-sama watch out!"

SPLASH!

Drip,drop, drip...

Both soak in water. Muzan is on the bottom and Sumiko his priest was on his top.

They almost lost their breaths from the sudden fall. Sumiko was star stuck at the sight below him. Muzan was wet as hell,more than earlier. You can see his chest on the wet fabric and his thighs expose. Muzan was in a mess.

Gulps.

"Y-you okay...? Did you hurt your back...?" The small river that almost look like a pond was not deep, both of them are in almost sitting position, not if Sumiko hovering above him like a protective shield.

"I-Im okay...how about you...?"

Sumiko was enchanted. 'Really what is wrong with me? What is this...?'

Somehow he was attracted to this unsightly look of Muzan, soak in water with a messy wet clothes. His curly long hair went flat. Sumiko narrowed his eyes as he mesmerize. 'He looks so...cute...'

"Muzan-sama..." he called softly, "Look at you.." his right hand slowly went to cups Muzan's cold cheeks. Muzan's eyes traveled to see the hands that lock to his right cheeks dripping some droplet of water.

Strange.

Sumiko's eyes were glimmering with passion. "You are so soak..." because of his weird gesture to him, Muzan's heart started to beat abnormally. 'W-what is he doing..?!' Sumiko leaned closer to his face and caresses him. "Poor you...let me heat you up..." moving his face forward.

Muzan went stone stiff. 'Is he going to-'
Sumiko's lips went apart and he gasp.

'Huh what am...?' He was almost tempted to kiss the beautiful prince. '...stop!' His inner consciousness screamed to stop his decision to harass the weak prince.

'Hold it!' Sumiko eyes gasps, realizing the horrible thoughts even cross his mind and made his body move on its own. "I-I'm sorry!" He pulls away. "Eh...?" Muzan's heart still thumping so loud in his ears. He was speechless that his priest would actually attempt to kiss him. Thankfully their lips did not met. Sumiko stood up, feeling so ashamed of his indecent touch, he bowed.

"Forgive me Muzan-sama! I wasn't doing anything!" Visible blush in Muzan's cheeks,he breathed on his nose. Small huffs.

Muzan admits he was afraid of being attacked like that without his permission! "Just help me up." Deciding to ignore the strange behavior his priest have shown. "Ah! R-right! Careful...!" Accepting the hands of help, Sumiko pulls Muzan up. Awkward as hell.

"Su...miko..."

Muzan stared at him, Sumiko is avoiding his face to be seen. Not that he can hide it due to his wide forehead. Clear as day even if there is fog, Muzan sees the embarrassment and shame Sumiko has.

'Probably scolding himself mentally~'

Clearing his thoughts, "E-ehm," slowly glancing a little at Muzan.

Muzan had visible small red cheeks but pretended to be calm.

"I don't mind it okay? Just...just be yourself." He says.

But Sumiko inner mind sulks. 'No...I was...' Sumiko is eaten by his guilt. 'I'm a terrible person..taking advantage of his weak state...to think of kissing him half way his fall. Instead of thinking getting soak like that will make him sick! I was enjoying his drench sight...I was..attracted to do something dirty!'

After that, Sumiko's mind was floating. Then again Muzan pretended that never even happens at all.


'I never had felt such emotion residing inside me besides loving my family. Besides respecting my mentor and seniors.
A weird sense of importance and wanting is burning in my chest whenever that man is close and weak. I want to take all of his. Even his pain and sorrow...his richer, for good.'


Another day has passed. Sumiko's mind still occupied of the strange event yesterday. Sitting at the flood with heavy sighing, someone poke his back and he screamed.

"AH!?"

Getting scold. "Stop shouting like I'm a ghost or something!" It was Muzan behind him. Pretending to smile, "O-oh just you Muzan-sama!" That turned to a cracked up smile. "W-what can I serve you for?" Raising an eyebrow at Sumiko's unusual speech pattern, Muzan shakes his head and shove him a paper with a proud grin.

"By the way...I made a poem." He said, Sumiko on the other hand is surprised. "Eh? Why?" Muzan looks away still having the paper in front of Sumiko's face.
"Sumiko, you told me before I should try writing poem." Feeling embarrass, Muzan slaps the paper in Sumiko's face while blushing.

SMACK!

"B-Be grateful I heed your advice, now go ahead and read it before I throw it to trash!" Trying to stop Muzan on rubbing the paper on his face. "E-ehhh! Hold up! Don't be like that!" Snatching the paper, "H-here I will read it now...!"

Taking a deep breath, he read it out loud.


Poem:

A unknown color totter my bare skin
A big grief of inhale refuses to look at the rising sun.
Fear or not to fear, who is the flower in bloom?

Who is shed in red?

You that speaks the breath of strength.
I woe not the future for tomorrow.
The precious sunshine that illuminates all.

My starlight and my advisor.

Woe me no more.

Even in the subtle midnight.
I yearn to ponder forever and ever.


When he finished,he was admiring it.

"Woah...that was deep."

A praise in Muzan's ears, he was feeling too proud now. A bit reserve, but he need to hear more of the other opinion badly at his very first poem.

"So what do you think it means.~?" Crossing his arms. Sumiko realize he needed to critic the prince or else it will feel bias.

So he decided to be just honest that he has no right to judge the royal prince work. "I-I'm not onto poetry. I say you are poetic Muzan-sama...as expected of royalty, they had the inborn elegance of writing." Muzan frowns and pouts. Tapping his fingers while arms are still crossed. He glared down at him.

"That is not my question. I want you to answer if you get it?" Scratching the back of his head without any eye contact. Sumiko knows he had to say something or it will completely ruin Muzan's good mood. "Uhh...Well...you sound in love here." Peeking at the taller man. "Are you in love to someone Muzan-sama?"

Quickly Muzan replied with an innocent face. "Is it love...?" Hardly believing. Sumiko stood up and reacted too much.

"What? Don't tell me you wrote this without any feelings?!" Not really bothered on Sumiko's over react, Muzan rolled his eyes and said the obvious. "Excuse me, anyone can write poems if they use their heads." Sighing, Sumiko did remember Muzan doesn't give a damn to commoners.

"T-that only applies to those well educated Muzan-sama..."

Muzan's eyes sparks. "Really? You mean you can't write a proper poem because your studies were for commoners?" It was a cleae insult but there was an obvious tease and full honesty on that comment. Sumiko backs away with his hand clutching his heart. "Ouch, do not be so honest mylord!" Feeling so low.

Muzan suddenly took his arms.

"Then try it with me, let me read and judge you." then pulled him towards the available desk.

"Here.." forced to sit, Muzan grabs a paper and brush.

"Let me borrow your hands..." getting his right hand captured with bigger hands. "H-huh...?" Muzan is helping him brush some words at the blank paper on desk.

"Like this~"

BA-DUMP...)))

However...Sumiko is heating up,he was staring at Muzan's faded irises. He looked really intelligent from his side view.

'His fingers...are on mine...s-so ticklish.' Sumiko's eyes rapidly scanning Muzan's face,his hand to his, his speaking lips, his curly locks. He wanted to seized those.

'I feel hot all of the sudden...? B-but why...' Muzan had been moving his mouth, there were words but Sumiko is a sheep in a wolf clothing, he does not hear a single thing at all. Stopping to move Sumiko's hand, Muzan glance at him as he notice his temperature had change.

"You okay?" Pulling out of his thoughts.

"What?" Muzan sounds concern but his face were unreadable.

"Are you having a fever?" Confused. Sumiko asks himself out loud. "I do?" Muzan shakes his head.

"Sumiko, so you were not listening to me after my explanation how to write a poem?" Narrowing his eyes. "You got to be kidding me...you need to be punish." Sensing danger, Sumiko scrabbles at his seat.

"P-punish again?!"

Muzan had an evil smirk, he made his index finger massage his own bitter lips to pinpoint his evil plans.

"Come to think of it...I forgot to punish you during our boring hobbies talk~ I wonder how and what punishment fits you hmm~?" Widening into an evil smile.
Sumiko raise his hands for time froze. He pleaded. "D-don't be sadistic to me Muzan-sama...Y-you are scaring m-me-"

Knock, knock

Only for a knock to interrupt their own world.
Annoyed, Muzan said so coldly.

"Whose there?"

The door was not closed, there is no need to slide them.

The priest of flame has arrive. With a very friendly voice he says,
"It is high Priest Rengoku Toujirou Kibutsuji-sama." With a formal short bow. Muzan immediately shot him a look to get lost.

"What do you want? Were busy."

Toujiro already knew he was hated, so he decided to show him his authority as well. He remained at his door spot as he told the spoil prince.

"My apologies...however," Eyeing Sumiko real quick before he face Muzan. "I need to have a personal time with Priest of Fire your highness. Since you are within our residence, I hope you respect how important for us priests to have a meeting." His voice sounds professional that Muzan twitches. 'This person...'

Muzan wants to believe to Sumiko's promise to only look at him. Muzan wanted to be level headed so he sighs and finally act like an adult.

"Very well. Go now Sumiko." Though there was a small threat on Sumiko's wrist when he was pulled. Muzan whispered, "...Promise me you will come back immediately ones the meeting is over. We still have to study." Sumiko who already understood that Muzan was trying his best to respect the situation,he assured him but his smile failed.

"Y-your wish is my command Muzan-sama."

Outside, Toujiro and Sumiko hide themselves at the backyard.
Toujiro stared at the quiet boy. He was looking shy even though there shouldnt be such thing to be demure at this meeting session. They usually do this to make sure that their mental state is in focus.

Being a priest looks easy, but it isn't.
A priest should never be shrouded by dark thoughts. They has to clean their souls. Their mind may continue to sin but at very least...they must not allow it to take over completely.

Toujiro was his mentor when he joined this field. Toujiro was Sumiko's model and inspiration to keep going.
But this time, something is off. So he thought to pry a little bit, just like he was doing to him when they were both younger.

Toujiro is currently 21 years old. Soon he will also retire from his duty, he wanted Sumiko to have the best time of his life before he eventually must abandon those.

So he started.

"You are awfully close to the prince. Sumiko my boy, you shouldn't forget the boundary of being a priest and a friend."
It sound like he was scolding him, Sumiko simply fidget his fingers and he looks above the taller figure.

"How did you know?" For a second, Toujiro was taken back but he never showed it in his body language. He instead placed a smile to show him he was not angry or anything...he was just concerned.

"I always watch over you Sumiko my boy. So I know you are not a priest anymore...you are Kibutsuji-sama's friend right?" Toujiro was good at hiding his presence. To be exact,he and Priest Guren had been stalking Muzan and Sumiko ever since they have arrived.

They stop stalking them halfway when they notice that the two needed some privacy. So Toujiro is really surprise that they will bump to them at the lower part of mountains where the two happily strolling the commoner store. Guren said that they shouldn't introduce themselves yet not until...the right time.

However Toujiro is friendly and curious how Sumiko was transformed by the prince. Only to meet a displease face from the prince. 'Sumiko is not himself.'

Sumiko pulled him back to the conversation when he finally confessed his worries. "I-Im sorry. I was truthfully scared of my duty...I mean I was 16 yrs old and such huge responsibility was given to me so sudden. I was insecure of my prayer if they work."

Observing his boy, he pats his shoulders with confidence.

"If its you Sumiko my boy, I'm sure they are effective!" Though he wanted to dig out some information. 'Sumiko is acting strange...'

Toujiro had a hunch it has something to do with Sumiko's duty. A wild guess, "..So what did you pray for the prince?" Sumiko paused and shook his head.

"To be happy." He faintly says. "Oh..." thinking to interrogate him but not the obvious way...he ask him gently. "Are you happy at your job?" To his surprise Sumiko retorts immediately and sounds annoyed. "O-of course am!" Sumiko cock his head and grip his nails to his hakama pants.

Noticing the boy needed comfort, he made a proposal. "We can switch place. In the first place that was my assignment...but my father went ill that I needed to be by his side. Same time High Priest Ubuyashiki was curious of the Tanjirou Clan's youngest priest. I guess this is fated to be yours..."

Sumiko on the other hand was feeling unfair of the situation. He apologized to him with deepest sincerity. But still he wanted to take responsibility of what he had already started.

"I really apologize for taking this from you Priest Rengoku-" Toujiro cuts him off with a small frown.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Call me by my name...especially just the two of us." Before they became soft, Toujiro is emitting an older brother vibes.

Sumiko used to call him Aniki back then, but things changes whenever you grew...so..he smiled a little and called him by his first name.

"O-ok...Priest T-Toujiro-san." Toujiro Beam his head, music in his ears he forgives him.

"That's better~!"

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Not long ago the googly eye priest took his precious time with Sumiko. Another knock came at the room.

Knock,knock.

Guessing it was not Sumiko for he doesn't knock without saying his name to him. "I'm entering your highness." Someone's stern voice.

The door slide open. "And you are...?" Muzan cock his head to find...

"Kibutsuji-sama. Am Priest of the Water Tomioka Guren. I need to have a counseling with you." Eyeing him up and down with raising one eyebrow. Muzan was rude. "Excuse me? I did not ask for this." But Guren was bold and replied to him without shyness.

"Your parents did." He pulled out a scroll from his sleeves and unfolds them. Shoving them in his face to see the letters written. Muzan narrowed his eyes as he silently read the statement on it. Guren simplified the message. "This is their letter proving am assigned to counsel you while you are here at Kumotori Mountains."

Muzan mentally curse. 'Stupid parents...'

Guren who doesn't give a damn how obviously he was against of it, he walk towards him and took a sit at the floor with the pillow that previously Sumiko sat on. "Pardon me Heka..." He postured himself with a straight backbone to look formal and polite.

"Let us start. Whether you cooperate or not ...hence the water will never lie. The water would never ripple if the sea is calm." He deadpan. Muzan crossed his arms, but he knew he must follow his parent's orders otherwise they might sent him home more early.

"I understand you are doing your job. Then let us get over with it." He spats. Guren bows without any other emotion.

"Thank you your highness."

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Toujiro and Sumiko are still at the backyard. They had not even sat at all. All they did is stood there, staring at each other with a tense atmosphere. Sumiko is really not himself.

Toujirou doesn't care anymore,he wanted to get involve if its something making Sumiko not comfortable. He would like to burn them away with his flames. So he pestered, "Also...Regarding your friendship with the prince. Can I be honest?" Sumiko snaps his head, then he remained behave and nervous.

"...S-Sure. You are my mentor after all." A hinted fear in his ruby eyes...Toujirou push for the permission to speak up, so he thought to be fair with him by sharing his secret. "Ok then...the truth is, me and Guren had been observing from afar." Shock, Sumiko cant believe his ears.

"R-really?! Y-you mean...were being spy on!?" His heart began to panic. 'He over reacted...'

The fear in his eyes bloom and it rattles, Toujirou knew that moment he hit him on hot seat. "Yes, part of it was an order from the King and Queen..the other half was personal feelings of mine and Priest Guren. We are curious how are you doing with your first job."

Toujirou was unreadable right now, Sumiko had visible sweat drops as he grip his fist and thought inside himself.

'If they had been stalking us...it is possible that they were confuse just like myself...'

He was too scared.

"We were worried if you were doing your job right...but we saw something else." Hearing that, Sumiko know his cover was blown.

'Oh no...he raised me after all, we trained in Fujikasane so Toujiro-san will definitely notice it...!'

He heard him next, such a worried voice.

"Sumiko...are you perhaps...about Kibutsuji-sama-"

"Don't say it!"

Sumiko had shut him up with a desperate yell.

"...!?"

Sumiko beg under his fading voice. "Please...Toujiro-san...don't ever mention it. Otherwise I might succumb to darkness." He whimpers. Toujirou's heart clutches. He understood that this is a sensitive topic for his boy that he must slow down. 'For real...Sumiko?'

"...I understand. I'm sorry about that Sumiko." But of course he won't give up. Hiding the fact that he isn't gonna let this slide so easily, he gave him back the idol smile that Sumiko trusted. "Ok let us stop there...hehe."

"I-its okay. I'm the one whose sorry..I must be disgusting." The boy replied with a forced smile.
Toujiro's face darken as he mumbles. "If only you knew..."

But Sumiko did not hear it nor see his face.

"Huh? Did you say something?" Toujiro switches right away to his Aniki smiles.

"Its nothing! Well then I guess you guys will go home soon. Two more days...~" he nods to himself.

"Yes..." Sumiko just shrugs. Toujirou then recall something else so he caught his attention again.

"Ah thats right, I remember other thing."

"Yes?"

Toujirou smirks.

"Priest Guren and I were told to go back with you guys at the castle. We will be there as well to pray individually for The King and Queen."

Sumiko is troubled.

"Eeehh!?"

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"What!?" Muzan exclaimed. Guren tried to calm him down with uncaring tune as ever.

"Heka, I know it is sudden however it is also the King and Queen's command." Guren glance at the calendar on the wall. He reminded him something important and critical. "Especially your birthday is approaching soon..we will be needing more prayer than ever. To see if you will make it to your 18th birthday."

Bothered. "June...3rd...is approaching?" Muzan had not realize the calendar at all that he is aging once again.

Meaning, the death will approach him once more.

"My Birthday will haunt me again...?"

Muzan breaths under with tension...the unnoticed death-flag.


'Have you heard the bell of dawn? Bet you have not...and yes, It is I Tanjirou Sumiko...am Muzan-sama's priest, friend...a best friend and eventually his...'


One day passed. Sumiko's head were in the clouds.

Staring at the bright sky, Guren had step out of the house.

Sumiko is suppose to clean the front yard, but then he remained still.

Guren whose behind him, he already can tell that Sumiko is not aware of his presence at all. So he walked to him smoothly, without any intention to surprise him.

He called out. "Sumiko."

Only for Sumiko to jumps, "Ah!?"

Turning around, "P-Priest Guren!"

He had reacted too much that Guren had to scold him. "Compose yourself. You are a disgrace if you are not able to control your emotions as a priest."
It sounds so cold, but Sumiko was not hurt or anything. In fact he was embarrass and deeply he agreed at his words.

"S-sorry..."

Noticing he grip at the broom stick. Guren is not sure how to comfort him.
'He looks stress.' Were his thoughts for the junior.

Sumiko then remembered something so he asks him, "Are you and Muzan-sama done with counselling? Yesterday...I came back but you guys are still not over. Is it okay now...?"

Guren looks at the household before he responded. "He is resting at the moment." Hearing that Muzan is resting, Sumiko was worried. "Did his condition..." he trailed off, Guren can tell his assumption so he cleared it to him.
"Its summer. Even though it has been cloudly lately...It is still summer Sumiko."

"Ohh..."

Sumiko does remember that Muzan is anemic. Having a worried face, Sumiko thought he must do something.

"I...I will prepare him a cold bath then...!"

He was about to run, only Guren says something that can make him stop.

"Your heart, your mind and soul is owned by the Heka...will you eventually offer your body?"

Sumiko slowly turns around with sweat drops and trembling guilty lips. He met the ocean eyes of Tomioka Guren, they harbor no conscience when he says it too straight forward.

"You are a Priest of Fire, you should only serve and devote yourself to the sun of god. Sure, we must respect the royalties...but in the end we are not suppose to be owned by them."

Silence, Guren pushed him more to the corner. "Retrain yourself in Fujikasane Mountains if you no longer see the gods to be worth of service. If you see a human being like Heka is much more important. You are going stray...Sumiko."

Sumiko gap his mouth, then he took the courage to defy his concerns. "I'm still me...Guren-san." Though he was breaking. "It is just that...that person doesn't live long." It was not a lie.

Guren mused at him, "We are the same. We Priest uses the Breath of elements to be able to bare their souls into us...their vessels. We has limited lifespan too." Sumiko shakes his head, "You are wrong, remember we can escape death as long as we quit the ritual before the age of 25 years old...but him...the prince does not have such choice."

Sumiko glared with hope, "I want him to be happy before he passes away. I want to give him a life that he will never obtain by himself..." a sad smile finally embossed to him,Guren's eyes widen. "I'm directly related to the sun of god...so if my brightness will let his gloomy moon gain some light...then I want to share it. Even if it does not last...even if just in the midnight."

'Ahh...such soft heart Sumiko as always.' Guren softens as he appreciate him. 'Sumiko you are doing fine...however, this is a double edge sword for us priest...'
Guren had a hidden depression that the rest of the priest may not notice they were also the same as him. 'Being a priest is not easy...Yet Sumiko makes it look easy.'

Guren had dive himself in the water to be a loyal priest to the gods. By means, they will be kind, wise and responsible.

Yet the sword of this job line is that they must not get too attach to anybody,otherwise they will be tainted. As a vessel, as a temple for gods...their mind,heart,body and soul must remain absorb only to the sun and moon. But seeing Sumiko loving everyone in an equal length, Guren fear his future.

So he approached him, Sumiko looks at him as he notice that Guren is not being mean to him anymore.

He told him, "Sumiko...whatever road you choose, I will support you. Though, please consider to re train in Fujikasane...I do not want to loose you."

Sumiko's heart was touch, he had teary eyes with a happy admiration. Sumiko is always thankful to Tomioka Guren.

"Thank you for your concern Guren-san! I feel the same way about you...I do not want you to loose as well!"

Finally having a bit relief, Sumiko waves at him as he is about to enter their household.

"See you at launch!"

Guren just nods and it was his turn to look above the heavens.
He prayed. "May Sumiko be saved from any danger that will like to pull his legs in the abyss...please protect him Kami-sama..."

Inside...

Muzan just woke up when he heard the door slides open. He was rubbing his sleeply eyes, at his side there was medicine on it.

His meds.

"Uh...Sumiko is that you?"
Was his first word. Sumiko tried not to look at the medicine but he ended up staring at it.

'The dose increase...Did Guren-san gave him these?'

Sumiko opens the window to show a bit of sunlight inside. Muzan shivers, finding Muzan shield himself with the sheets, "Sorry!" He adjusted them with enough light but not too much to expose Muzan.

He sat beside his master and check his temperature. "You okay...? You don't seem to have a fever though..." Sumiko's hands covers his forehead..."Hnn..."

Muzan is actually too weak to even glare at his worried face. Swatting Sumiko's hands gently away from his forehead...Muzan changed the topic.

"I want to have a haircut."

Sumiko blinks,"Eh?"

Muzan looks at Sumiko's ponytail. Sumiko's hair tail is in the length of his hips. Muzan is curious. "How are you able to maintain such length without feeling heavy or hot?"

Sumiko travel his own finger tips to his long pony tail.

"Oh that...it may not look like it, but my hair is not that thick."

Then he travel his hands to Muzan's curly long locks that is not pony tailed at all...His hair is technically in the lenght of his knees already...Indeed a haircut is a must. "Meanwhile your hair is thin..." then he went stiff. 'Ah oh, I said something insensitive!' Of course Muzan's hair will be thin strands...they were sick after all. Muzan already knows that Sumiko felt bad at his insensitive comment.

But he let it slide, "Come on, can you cut my hair for me? Even just for a bit..." Seeing Muzan is not struggling or being grumpy...not even sarcastic nor teasing devil. Sumiko's worries increased. 'He must be really unwell..' Putting an act, "Alright! Lets cut your hair!"

From a drawer, he took a clipper blade that is considered as scissors at this era. Sumiko also took a tanto display to cut half way the lenght of the excessive hair before he fix them by the clippers. "Mhhm~ About this lenght..."Then he gently brush first Muzan's hair.

Muzan made a movement to point at the veranda. "Lets not put more hair strands at my futon. Lets go to the sunlight..." Respecting Muzan's request. Sumiko helps him up and steadily made their way to sit at the veranda. Muzan is just silently watching the peaceful morning as Sumiko playing with his hair.

"Muzan-sama...after this, I will bath you. I prepare it already actually!"

Snip,snip...

Muzan had a small smile, he had no plans not to be thankful by Sumiko's advance thinking. "Please take care of me then~"

Cutting Muzan's hair not so short but not too long either. Just medium ones. Muzan did not mind at all.

"Done!"

Sumiko felt success.

"Waaa~! Still good looking my lord!" He giggles.

Muzan touches his medium lenght curly locks and blush. "R-really?"
Nodding, "Yep!"

Then they proceed to the bathroom.

A wooden tub.

SPLASH!

"Ow!"
"I'm sorry! Was it too cold?!"

Right now, Muzan is inside the wooden tub with cold water, it is summer so the cold water has not bother him, meanwhile Sumiko in his white bathrobe in case he get soak in process of bathing the prince. Muzan shakes his head as he embraced his own flesh.

"No..it's just my body sensitive on its own. But am not hurt or anything. Continue..."

'He is acting tough as always...He and his pride as a man and a future king...hmm...'

Hesitant...Sumiko decided to keep going as Muzan wanted to remain strong.

"Ok, give me your arm." Scrubbing his skin, his hair.
Sumiko sniffs his scent. 'Muzan-sama's body...is so frail yet...so precious...'

Muzan did not notice anything strange at all, he let his priest invade his private parts to take a proper cleaning.
He will shudder every time Sumiko would accidentally rub too fast or scrub too hard ,or when the splashing water hits his bones, he will shrink.

"Ghh...!"

"Muzan-sama!"

"Keep going..."

Sumiko is about to be done soon when Muzan finally gain some strength to converse. "Say...Priest Sumiko," softly scrubbing Muzan's pale back. "Hm?" Muzan had lonely eyes. He was not ashamed to tell him his feelings regards the counselling with Guren.

"I don't want to return to the castle. I want to live here...this place is nice and warm..."
Sumiko did not want to destroy Muzan's hopeful dreams, he tried to joke with him.

"But a royal like you cannot be with commoners my lord~ Also you are hard to feed. Then the clothes that we have are not the finest fabric for your sensitive skin~" Muzan only closed his eyes then he look at his own reflection at the water.

Bubbles...bubbles...

Staring at his hair that gave him maturity. "If only the Blue spider lily legend is real...I do not mind consuming that evil flower."

Sumiko heard him, but Sumiko decided to play along. "Well~If such flower exists, I can get it for you. But then...you won't be human anymore. Are you sure?"

Muzan chuckles, "Oh...right, I guess never mind." Glancing at Sumiko in his back. "Because that means I will be immortal and you will remain a human. There will be no point if we do not consume it together. Then again, it is unnecessary for you to take it...because you have a healthy body Sumiko."

Sumiko stared at him.
Muzan simply stared too.

Nobody was feeling awkward, they are just too tired to even make it a big deal.
Sumiko decided to make his forehead to connect with Muzan's forehead. "Priest...?"

And he told him with a loving wish.

"I told you before...I have a monster inside me too Muzan-sama. It is only restrained by my hanafuda earrings. Were both humans, humans are not perfect. So never fear to be selfish for once...never fear to be worried for tomorrow...because eventually we will all die. Then all of those silly worries will fade into nothing, but the memories we had stored will be eternal..."

Muzan still numb to notice that Sumiko is touching his body indifferently. Sumiko shuts his eyes to hide the lust he had at the moment.

Muzan closes his eyes to relax.
Their forehead remained leaning to each other.

"Lets pray Muzan-sama...I will help you." He took his hands, Muzan responded to cup with his hands. Now their hands were holding to each other.

Both grips tightly as they prayed together.


'Kami-sama...may we reincarnated to a better life.'


Is their wish, in case that..Kibutsuji Muzan will not outlived his upcoming lineage.

Sumiko just wanted to be ready, and Muzan just wanted to remain calm.

SPLASH!

The vacation ends, the next day they said goodbye, the 12 servants came back. Packing their stuffs. Riding again in the palaquin box...Muzan,Sumiko, Toujirou and Guren returns to Asakuza Tokyo. The castle of Kibutsuji Empire.


To Be Continued

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