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 take it back, there will be love scenes but of course not detailed as the conquering the sun fanfic i made. I tried to make Muzan and Sumiko pure but...I guess muzanjiro/kibutan its trade mark ship is lust lol. I promise it isnt disturbing or dark or sadistic but necessary for romance between tanjiro and muzan!

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

REVIEW if you like, ENJOY~! :D


If there is light, there will be a shadow lingering in someone's heart. Even if it drowns...


'I do not know the difference between friendship and love. I never harbor such infatuation to even bother how it was different. All I care is to be with my favorite person...just be notice everyday by my fire of life...is what I consider as my happiness during those days. That heat I yearn in my cold body...'


It was their new hobby together. Muzan closes the scroll he had been reading and went towards Sumiko's.

"Let me read it-" he snatch the paper, making Sumiko stand up to defend his work. "Wait! My heart is not ready for critics!" Pulling it, Muzan had let go of the paper for it not to tear in half. He was persistent though. "The heck. Give me that-" he grabs Sumiko's wrist, Sumiko puts force not to be touch like that. "No!" That caused Muzan to stumble forward.

"Ah!"
"Muzan-sama!"

BLAG!

Falling with his knee, it hurt. "Ouch!" Despite the soft tatami placed in Muzan's study room...it still scarred him.

"M-Muzan-sama!" Seeing the small scrapped on his pale knees, Muzan grits his teeth. Sumiko smacks himself. "Oh no...your knee is bleeding! I'm sorry...I shouldn't have been stubborn. Now look at you...I will get killed." He gulps down, Muzan glared at him irritated.

"Just simply tell them I collapse or something! sheesh."

Proceeding to completely seat at the tatami floor, Muzan stared at his bleeding right knees.

"Y-you are not mad at me...? Even though I'm the reason why you trip..." Sumiko says as he stood up, admitting his faults. "Not really...I was having a bad footing halfway anyway~" says Muzan with a short glance above the ceiling.
Sumiko saw the color of Muzan's eyes. They look weaken.

'Hm? Wait...his eyes does not look good. Has he been trying so hard to pretend healthy again?'

Deciding to respect the usual stubbornness in his prince, he went to grab some first aid kit.

Muzan waited silently till Sumiko comes back with a smile. "Let me clean that up." He crouches to the floor and offered his caring hands. "Give me your legs..." the said hands looks manly as ever, Muzan cannot help but had small red cheeks.

He will be babysit again...

"O-okay."

As Sumiko applied first aid and band aid. His fingers travel to the said legs, but his eyes were focus to Muzan's long thighs. Even though they were frail, it looks pretty.

'Muzan-sama's thighs...I want to touch them...but it's something forbidden...I'm very sorry Muzan-sama...for being such a perverted friend.'

Sumiko is already done with the treatment but he hasn't freed Muzan's right leg. Wondering whats up...Muzan called him. "Sumiko?" Sumiko blinks. "Hm?"

Sumiko had a fake happy innocent smile, Muzan though points at his hands. "Your palms are too hot. Do you have a fever?"

Getting thunder strike, Sumiko panics.

"E-eh?! R-really...!?" Mentally smacking himself. 'Stupid hormones...! Muzan-sama is innocent! He is pure! Do not taint him with you and your lustful desires...!' Muzan frowns, Sumiko was color red.

"You okay?"

Escaping, Sumiko went to the doorway without even helping Muzan to stand up. He even left the first aid kit at the floor.

"Anyhow! I got to go and pray haha! Later!"

The sliding door shuts, Muzan looks at his grounds and found items...
"He left the poem..." carefully using his fragile fingers to lift the heavy paper. Well for him it is heavy. "Lets see..."

He silently reads the poem in his mind. The vision boomed in his imagination.


Poem:

Pale like the snow.
Dark hair like the midnight sky.
Eyes that twinkles and fades by morning.

He was the moon the sun needed,
Someone to share it's rays.
How monochromatic it would be?
If they become one
Will it be consider as an eclipse?
Or is it a new begging of the end?

The twilight approaches.
The legend of flower prays to bloom
Forever.


Feeling the sense of defeat, Muzan had a funny vein pop and fist. "That Priest...he is better than ...mine!" Inspired to make his writing better, Muzan crawls at the floor and starts to write more.

"I'll defeat him! Hmp!"
Like a competitive child, Muzan made himself busy with it.
It was indeed a hobby to kill time.


'However he began to take less and less time with me...Eversince Priest of flame Toujirou and Priest of Water Guren talks to him and they spend time together...Stuffs so called 'Meeting'.It feels like Priest Sumiko is...drifting away.'


Almost nearing the end of the month 'MAY'..something feels like a heavy stranger.

"Sumiko is avoiding me...why..?"

Muzan ask himself alone in the castle library. To be true, Sumiko and him has not bond much as it used to. Muzan feels like he was rejected or something. "I have to stop this mistreatment." He swears.

Getting out of the library, Muzan made his way to his parent's throne.

"Where is Priest Sumiko?" Is their child's demand. Muzan's mother and father looks at each other wondering why their son is upset that the priest of fire is not around lately to pray for him.

So Muzan's father chuckles and said so lightly,

"Oh son, we told him to put some distance to you. Lately you two are awfully close, focus on your counselling with Priest Guren. We do not want you to be dependent at the priest of fire too much. Counselling sessions are important whether you like it or not, we want your mind to be healthy as well!"

Muzan can smell lies, so he push his father to confess the truth by guessing.

"Who told you that?" Visible surprise from his parents, his mother answered him.

"...Uhh Priest Toujiro. Is something bothering you...?" Instead, Muzan turns his back without any proper goodbye with the King and Queen who were traumatize by his rude exit. "W-wait?!"

Ditching them completely...

Muzan cursed in his mouth that nobody else can hear except him.

"That imbecile."

Outside the throne, just somewhere in the hallway of the palace. Toujiro and Sumiko were exchanging shy smile to each other.

"Thank you Priest Toujiro-san...I really need space." Toujiro happily blushes and scratch his head, he was embarrass yet proud. "Its nothing Sumiko my boy!" Around the corner, Muzan happen to spot them.

'They are together! Again!'

As for Toujiro his face changed to worried ones. "By the way...are you feeling ok?" Sounds deeply concern, Sumiko gave him a tired smile.

"I think I will have a fever...I don't want to add more sickness to Muzan-sama's weak body..." he braced his arms for comfort, he really did not want him to get sick, he touch the back of Sumiko and gently push them.

"Come,let me take you to your room, Sumiko my boy..."

He pats his back for further reassurance of care. Sumiko weakly nod with a small smile. "Thanks..."

Muzan is digging his nails at the available pillar where he was hiding. 'Dammit, I cant hear a single thing they are talking about! What was that conversation they exchanged? That Priest Toujiro looks so happy...and Sumiko looks strange...where are they going?"

He stalked them and saw the two went inside Sumiko's private room.

Muzan panics that the two are inside. Hurrying his phase, they begun to wiggle, it was quite a long hallway before you can reach the priests rooms.

"J-just a bit more...just a little more step...I will reach the door of Sumiko's quarters-" seven more meter..Muzan pants and clutch his chest feeling heavy.

"Hahh..hahh...curse this body..."

Eyes blurring, his head forming some sweat drops. He cannot walk further. "No...don't...stop..." Muzan felt dizzy, to avoid falling flat he rested his back to the wall's pillar and slowly slides down until he was sitting at the floor.

"Hahh..hahh...?" Catching his breath, he admit he was suppose to walk slowly but he urge to be in hurry to stalk the two...now it bite his actions into this. "I hate this..."

He was gritting his teeth now from the seething pain in his body. Ranting in his head as his world starts to darken.

'My legs hurt...my bones hurt a lot...my head too.' More pant of breath and feverish. '...My ear felt like they will bleed by hearing the cold wind whooshing around the air...' clawing the floor. 'I have to get up, nobody should see further of my weakness...the servants had seen enough of my lame side. At very least, I do not want that flame priest to see me like this...!'

the darkness had consumed the prince to sleep.
He echoed in his mind for help.

'Sumiko where are you...?'

Completely asleep, suddenly a faint voice called his name. The voice was not warm or anything but he can feel the sincerity of concern.

"Heka, Heka...wake up..." feeling a light tug at his shoulders and his cheeks, Muzan tried to fight the slumber he had fainted to. "Mmrr.." struggling to open his eyes, slowly they opened and saw a familiar face and clothing. Color blue like the ocean, a dark blue priest uniform.

Finally waking up, Muzan glared at the man to stop himself from relaxing. He furiously and intently stared at the person in his front that is currently crouching to his level.

"Priest...Guren...?"Tomioka Guren observes him before he spoke his worries."You collapsed here at the hallway, please allow me to carry you" about to touch the prince,his hands were slapped away.

SLAP!

"Grr.." Muzan hisses at him,

"Don't touch me! Am not pitiful! I can walk by myself-" Aching pain from his stomach. "Argh!" Muzan hurled like an injured cat.

He was very weak and experience some unbearable body pain that no one can make it go away unless he take meds, the medicine had drugs to make them silent. Yes,you can call it pain killer during these days.

Guren knot his eyebrows and scolds the young master, he was furious.

"Stop being childish!"

Muzan's ears twitch and he yells at the priest of water. "Excuse me?! How dare you talk to me like that you mere Priest-" Guren cuts him off by stating facts. "Priest Sumiko will not be happy to see you in this state. Do you want that?" In instant Muzan was silent. The prince dubiously look at Guren with fear.

"Y-you..."

Guren closed his eyes to tear away from the glare of faded irises as he nonchalantly explained himself. "I know everything. Sumiko is under my watch Heka, I swore to protect him and look after him...however am not the only one who treats him like this."

Muzan rolled his eyes and huffs at him, with mockery and sarcastic attitude. "Let me guess...the Priest of Flame too~" Guren sighs as he doesn't want to argue with a child, so he deadpan. "No comment."

Then he showed his hands, stretching them to gesture a help Muzan needed at the moment. He was still at the cold floor resting in the pillar's body for support wearing a dark jade kimono.

"Now allow me to carry you or I will leave you be?" Muzan growls and felt insulted. "Leave me be!" He looks away, Guren felt a vein pop inside and commented.

"Stubborn." Making Muzan more aggravated. "Why do you care?!" Guren narrowed his eyes and warned the young master. "You will become a demon if you keep this attitude of yours..." Muzan laughs and decided to piss him off. "Hah! Counselling me again...get a life Priest Guren, you yourself is depress so stop acting like you are mentally and emotionally stable!"

Guren shakes his head as he was getting tired of this spoiled brat.
"Atleast I admit my flaws Heka." Muzan already sense this will get nowhere so he click his tongue in dismay. "Tsk.." calming down..

Guren offered his hands again. "Last straw, accept my help or I will call the maids." Muzan looks at him then to his hands...

'Maybe I shouldn't be too stubborn...'

It was just for Sumiko, Muzan knows he has to stand up to see his fire.
"F-fine." Accepting the hands, Guren helped him walk slowly until they reached his private quarters.

It felt like forever that noon came up.

...

Meanwhile on the other side of the walls...In Sumiko's room.

Gently Toujiro lets go of Sumiko. Lighting the room with fire lamp. Sumiko walks forward to reach his bed. "I'm going to rest-" he weakly says and lost his footing.

"Sumiko!" Catching Sumiko before he falls flat, Sumiko made a crack laugh from being an embarrassment just now. "Ahh...thanks for catching me Toujiro-san, that was close..." finally Toujirou had a good look at the fire priest face, he touch them.

"You have eyebags..." ignoring the touch, Sumiko weakly pulls away and made his way to the readied futon.

"Hehe, lately I cannot sleep properly...even if I pray I just couldn't sleep..." fixing the futon before he completely lies down.

Toujirou had a serious face and he said, "Sumiko my boy...you are being tainted." Sumiko stops and gave him a questionable look. "What..?"

Toujiro kept his serious looks that made Sumiko guilty. "You have to stop thinking about earthly desire Sumiko...not that am to speak, but I cant ignore you behaving like this." With a sorrowful look, Sumiko shook his head and bit his lips to judge himself.

"Am a burden...?"

Toujirou snaps out of his serious face and began to panic.

"No! I mean...ever since you became friends with the prince,especially during Kumotori Mountain vacation...you look tired." Slumping shoulders...Sumiko laid down. "I guess am tired Toujiro-san...am tired of pretending to be holy..." closing his eyes, Toujirou felt uncomfortable.

"S-Sumiko?" Sumiko smiles a little before they faded.

"I'm sleepy...sorry..." witnessing how fast Sumiko fallen asleep, he even heard him do a short sleep talking. "Muzan...sama.."

Toujiro sat at his futon side and pet his hair with enviousness.

"Why Sumiko? Why did he capture your torch so easily like that?" Sad eyes of forming jealousy..."When I was the one who had been with you...why him?" Toujirou is hurt. "Why him when...he wont live long...?"

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Tomioka Guren and Kibutsuji Muzan has arrived the room.

"Rest Heka." Gently he helped Muzan sit down and lays him at the comfortable luxurious futon bed.

Muzan cleared his throat to growl at Guren uncaring face. "I know that already! Now get lost." Pulling the covers, Guren silently sat beside the bed with knees and fist resting on them. He cannot help but to get involve, seeing how the two were close.

'I got to do something...' speaking, "Priest Sumiko is not avoiding you." Muzan shot a him a death glare. "I know that too, my parents ordered him to stay away, because of your Flame priest words of advise!" Angry, Guren replies quickly without feeling offended or anything.

"There was a reason behind it." That made Muzan curious,his tone of voice and sassy attitude changed to a bit formal. "What is it?" Guren averted his eyes but he still told him the truth.

"Priest Sumiko...time to time he get feverish. He did not want to tell you directly. So he ask Priest Rengoku Toujirou to do it for him." Muzan made an abrupt seat, Ignoring the pain he felt from that small quick movement,he was feeling lied on to. "But why!? I thought were-"

"Friends?"

Guren punch him by words.

"If you really are friends, you are dense Heka. You should look at others too, not only your health. We all know you are very ill...but you should take care of your friend as well. Sumiko is a human, he cannot be strong all the time to babysit you." Hinting he was annoyed at the self centered prince. Muzan thinks deeply as he shared his thoughts.

"Now you mention...when we were writing poem...his body temperature does change time to time. Then afterwards he will look exhausted. So he was getting sick...?" Guren nods. "You finally understood."

Muzan clutches his covers, he shook his head."Was it...my sickness had cause him that?" His presence were darkening, making Guren uncomfortable. "Eh?" Muzan lift his head and stared at the sunset that can be seen in his room's window. "Will Sumiko die...?"

Guren immediately stops his assumptions.

"Hold on Heka, nobody said your illness can be transferred. Priest Sumiko just have a bad fatigue thats all. His supposed to be vacation in Kumotori mountains had became a day care instead." He finally said. Muzan's disturbance slowly faded by hearing the story behind further their friendship.

"Are you saying if I didn't come with him at his hometown he wont get tired?" Guren is a bit surprised, "He did not told you...? That was indeed his vacation for one week, should have been devoted to his own time not yours." Muzan silently settle his worries within his own world as Priest Guren watches him without any further words.

'And yet.. Sumiko, he invited me to go with him instead of resting and relaxing with his family...I see, I was too selfish...is this why am always punish?'

Behaving all his jealousy, his doubts, his worry. "Fine,I will heed your advise to behave. Till then...please tell me more about Sumiko. I want to know his thoughts." Guren thought it will be bad to end it like this so he added his personal opinion."I don't think I have any position to share that. However basic information is fine...like, Priest Tanjirou Sumiko is about to file a resignation after your birthday to gather himself away from earthly needs."

Muzan sarcastically chuckles. "You are lying right...? But why?" He had a mocking smile and thought Guren was making a bad joke just like how unlikable his personality is, Guren ignored them as usual and bare no emotions in his words.

"We priests are not allowed to be too close to someone. Just being friends with you is enough to taint Priest Sumiko's oath with the sun of god." Ridiculous. "Eh...? You serious?" Though it starting to make Muzan to believe him.

Guren's voice did not fade. "Even so, Priest Sumiko pushed his selfishness...just for his prayer for you to take effect." Muzan knew this man isn't messing with him now.

"You mean to be happy...?" Another firm nod, "Yes, isn't being by Sumiko's side your happiness Heka?" Making Muzan feel bit guilty. "I do...?" But also questioning it himself. Guren pressured him.

"Despite your illness, you were fighting against it so that you can spend time with him. That is something called strong will." Finally getting irate, Muzan growls in annoyance.

"What are you getting at? This counselling is over! It gives me headache!"

Guren did not feel any remorse and proceed to summarize everything he had been babbling around the prince.

"To put it simply Heka, if being with Sumiko is your medicine...on Sumiko's part it is a poison. Please end your friendship with him."

Grabbing Guren's collar aggressively, Guren is unfaced. "How dare you order me around?! Get out!" Pushing him, Guren did not loose any balance. He simply fix his kimono collar then took his leave.

"Very well. But tomorrow you have no choice but to counsel with me again...King and Queen orders~ Goodbye. Rest well Heka."
Shutting the sliding door. Muzan ruffles his own hair out of irritation.

"That reverie guy!" Suddenly feeling bad about everything when he shouldn't be, because he had the rights to take vacation the priest of fire..Muzan shoulder's slumped down.

"Am really poisoning Sumiko's health...?"

Thinking about his own personality.

"If I stop being clingy...will he not resign?"

Out of nowhere he urge to cough.

"*coughs!*"

Muzan's eyes widen that he saw a very small droplet of blood in his sheet.

'T-this...'

Hurting in his throat. Muzan's vision went frenzy again as he dramatically scolds his life. "If he was really my medicine then why is that...?! M-my vision is darkening. "'*coughs...! Coughs!*" more coughing, Muzan covered his mouth so hard that his stomach is curling. 'S-stop coughing...compose yourself...!'

Gaining a little bit of control to his coughing, Muzan pathetically hurled at his futon. Gripping fist. "...Come back to me Sumiko...I miss your presence of warmth." Hugging his own body for comfort. Muzan was feeling lonely.

"I feel so cold..."


'If he was drifting away, I was getting perish slowly by my condition. I made up my mind to be controlled by my selfishness without shame if this was the case. Even if I make him cry...It doesn't matter. These are my rights for not obtaining a strong body. Am not Muzan if I wont be self absorbed.'


May month finally ended, Muzan and Sumiko has not seen each other at all. Both locked themselves in their room to get better from their condition.
A condition of feverish mutual understanding that puts fatigue, stress and confusion for them.

It is about to become Jun 3rd, 11pm...Around here, Rengoku Toujirou brought some fruit basket for Tanjirou Sumiko, he thought to cheer him up by giving him these. Turning at the corner to reach Sumiko's room.

"Sumiko my boy are you-"

His feet quickly stops, "...!" his body reacted to hide at the pillar that thankfully happen to be there. Badump, Badump! His heart raced from being nervous, it was almost close call that he will be part of it.

'Kibutsuji-sama and Sumiko! Those...two..'

Muzan wearing his white kimono with pink haori for men. Sumiko in his green and black checkered kimono. The two are awfully close.

Deciding not to leave, Toujirou eavesdrop.

He heard a caring voice from the cold prince that has never shown him such acknowledgement.

"Sumiko I heard you were sick. Have you recover? I haven't seen you for 2 weeks..." a relief smile were there. "I have miss your service of prayer." he paced closer to the stiff Sumiko.

Toujirou can guess Sumiko wants to run away but he still displayed a weak polite smile.

"Muzan-sama...my apologies, yes I was unwell. Sorry for not doing my job properly as your priest...I do not deserve-" Only for Muzan to hugs him, "Oh Sumiko~"making him silent. "The important thing is you are back." Muzan patting Sumiko's head while hugging. Rengoku Toujiro is triggered.

Badump...))

Toujirou knew he must leave, otherwise his feelings will just get uglier. 'Calm your flames Toujirou...It is not like they can be officially together...he is not on the level of...' still unable to leave on spying the two.

Sumiko was been release from Muzan's hug. "Did Priest Guren and you...had a good counselling session?" Sumiko tried to play it cool. Muzan blankly stared down at the shorter one.

"Its ok."

Sumiko notice his presence was unusual...as if something is making Muzan worried and undecided.

Big brother vibes kicking in, Sumiko tried to invade Muzan's thoughts. "Are you hiding something from me Muzan-sama...?"

However Muzan shots back at him.

"Aren't you the one hiding something from me instead, Priest Sumiko?"

"Eh?"

Surprised, Muzan's caring eyes turned shallow and hurt.

"You were avoiding me. I'm not dense, I maybe sick with late reaction on someone else presence on my surrounding, but I'm not dumb to read someone's atmosphere they are emitting." He was ranting at him.

Sumiko decided to make excuse though,

"T-that was not my intention-" Muzan however refuses his time to defend himself. "Yes you do! You fear that your fever will transfer to me! I get it...but there is something else behind your actions. I had a feeling you are lying to me. Confess it."

Sumiko grit his teeth.

The sky color changed, it is now around 12am, Officially June 3rd, Kibutsuji Muzan's birthday has came in session.

Sumiko and Muzan glared at each other.
It was a very heavy long silence.

Then, "Fine..." as Sumiko sighs, Muzan thought he won. Instead Sumiko took something from his pouches. A omamori charm with his name on it.

"EH?"

The omamori consist color of red, yellow lettering and green lace. "The red is for power! The yellow is for good fortune...! The green is for good health~!" Sumiko happily took Muzan's hands and forced them to be within his palms.

"Happy 18th Birthday Muzan-sama! You survived this year! Thank the heavens for your well being!"

Muzan narrowed his eyes further to do a death glare. It was getting on his nerves whenever Sumiko defies him like this.

He had enough.
He shouted.

"Who cares about my birthday!? Am asking you! Dont change the topic! Is it true? That our relationship is toxic!?"

Almost afraid of Muzan's outburst, Sumiko tried to calm him down.

"H-huh! Who told you that-" then Muzan stomps his feet and is being violent on his self. His body language show how much he was throbbing in anger.

"It doesnt matter who said it! Am really a poison to you that just being with me...you get sick!?" Demanding for attention, such selfishness displayed. Muzan doesn't have two faced, he was just a child in an adult body it seems. You can't blame him, he lack some humane activity. He cannot socialize with such body. But then again a selfish brat he was it is still annoying.

"But Sumiko...I need you! You are my medicine!"

Sumiko had enough as well, forgetting the fact that he shouldn't treat the prince like this...Sumiko yells back, "STOP!" he was furious as hell. "Stop whining already!" His sharp tongue made Muzan paused then he snarled back.

"YOU...!" He was more hurt than ever. "...Sumiko...so it was true? You want to leave me after my birthday...?" Muzan grit his teeth to display the betrayal he felt, he had teary pupils caused by frustration.

"Argh! Geez!" Sumiko scowls as ruffles his own bangs to cool his head off but he was still angry at the prince. "Its not like that! It is just...am on my limit Muzan-sama!" He was tired of it. "I cannot act normal in your presence anymore...!" there was a crack in his voice...something broken. "What do you mean...? Were friends, so say it..." Muzan feared rejection from the usually composed and kind heart Sumiko...

His Sumiko was not smiling. He had that irate face. Muzan was shock when Sumiko mocks him. "Friends? Bestfriends...? See the illusion I created Muzan-sama...?" Confused. "Illusion...?"

Sumiko sarcastically laughs. "Ha..ha,ha!" Shaking his head, "You don't get it? Or was it your illness making your brain lack some functioning?" Muzan never knew such side of him, a rude side of his adoring priest of fire. "Why are you speaking like that-"

Then Sumiko confessed it, with the most unbearable sadness he had been consumed to all these months.

"I have gain! ...such impurity in me...I..I has indecent desire to be with you Muzan-sama. At first it was normal to see you naked. It was normal to dress you up. It was normal to bath you. However somewhere along the line...I started seeing things differently. I started seeing a different point of view towards you." Shutting his eyes to take a hold of himself from breaking further.

"Am a beast Muzan-sama in a sheep cloth." Sumiko sounded like a try hard pleading to stop and cut off everything they build. He beg to be released...he clutch his chest with a very fragile voice, when he opened his eyes they were crystal."Therefore I can no longer be your personal priest. I has to go back to the mountains and be divine again-"

Only for Muzan dives to catch his lips.

"Mmh?!"

He was kissed in the lips. A smooch between the lips of blooming youth. Eyes widen, Sumiko jerks away and rubs his lips. "Ughh..!" Covering them with his defensive arms. "W-why did you kiss me!?" He scolds his majesty who did not even think carefully of his actions.

"You will get bacteria from me! I haven't bath yet...!" Blushing, Kibutsuji Muzan also had a sorrowful look. It looked like Muzan has given up. Slowly he walked closer until he grab Sumiko's wrist to behave in place. "That is my line." Muzan's pupils were commanding, making Sumiko less struggle.

"Look, you are never impure to me Sumiko...you were the only one who keep a positive view of my life that everyone says that I won't live long."
Sumiko froze, 'Muzan-sama's grip...' he notice that Muzan is actually trembling...his hands were trying its very best to dominate his wrist into his.

"Therefore am not afraid if you had such virus. I want to make you mine..." his hot breath, "Offer me your fire, priest Sumiko Tanjirou~let us do it before I go to the after life~"

BADUMP! BADUMP!

'NO...! This is dangerous!' Sumiko's ears went hot from such a daring invitation and denied the feelings he had been harboring. "Y-you mean...m-make love?!" Again, defying Muzan's will, Sumiko had teary eyes of hate. Sumiko is loathing himself.

"But...but that is a sin to us priest...!" Snapping up his head to scold the taller men more and more,he struggle for his wrist to be release. "Especially we are both male...I mean, does your body can even handle-"

Muzan hushed him by one fingertip, Sumiko gawks.

"Which do you serve? The gods that you never saw or me that always here?" Little bit the panic Sumiko felt is dying down. He composed himself and sounded authoritative.

"Muzan-sama...do not ever compare yourself to the gods. You might get cursed." Muzan didnt care and pulled his wrist further to get closer to his private space. "Stop-" The gesture made their hearts thump in vibrations. "But I want you Sumiko. I love you. Don't you want to see more?"

The other free hands of Muzan traveled to his own chest to seduce the other. "Don't you want to expose me?" Purposely making his chest to be seen, the prince remember the incident in the river. He knew Sumiko was attacking him that time but he let it slide. "S-Stop this..."

Muzan's invitation is a poison indeed. "Burn me to ashes of your sun rays Sumiko..." Sumiko ended up crying, 'It is no use if he insist this much...Am...' finally Sumiko voiced out, "...hn, ok you won." to put his true feelings for his beloved prince to reach them.

"The truth is I.. I love you Muzan-sama...even if just for a night, even just once in a full moon." Making his free hand to cup onto Muzan's cheeks in the right side, Muzan felt the strong urge of wanting to burry with them. "That was a fact I cannot deny inside me..."

Muzan silently released his left wrist, allowing him to touch both side of his cold skin in cheeks.

"This beautiful moonlight...taint me with your illness...to your heart's content." His finger tips were invading the curly locks of his tall prince, Sumiko is tiptoeing. "Sumiko..." Muzan cups his cheeks too, Muzan knelt a little to make their eyes on same level of intent passion. Exchanging loving stares.

"Heal me Priest Sumiko~ heal me with your warmth of love. Expose me your darkest desire..." he whispered to him. Sumiko chuckles, though he was still hesitant.

"It will not be pretty...Are you sure?" Muzan smiles at him with confidence. "Yes, because love you so much Sumiko...I honestly didn't know this feelings were called love." A little bit shy when he shared the truth."T-The poem..I wrote it for you." Sumiko red cheeks darken by Muzan's confession.

He too admit his work. "C-coincidence, my poem was also about you...hehe..." Muzan mesmerize the shorter one as he compliments his everything.

"You see, ever since I first saw you in Hii No Kami Kagura Dance...it was very endearing and precious memory to me." Not even realizing he was dragging the priest to go to hell with him.

"Lets ignore the boundary...just the two of us...on this night. Make me experience things my body couldn't explore. While I still have time...while I still exist, do it. I command you my priest." Stopping to cup each of their cheeks. They proceed to hold hands, Sumiko pulls him to his room behind their backs.

"If you wish so...Muzan-sama...Then lets get inside where nobody will disturb our moment."

Entering the priest of fire's private quarters.
The two were about to become one beneath the full moon.

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Toujirou whose been quiet at the pillar, he grip his fist to stop the flame burning inside him. "Khh.." Disgusted at the defeat,because he has not even tried to battle on. '...Ahh, I lost my Priest of Fire.' Insulting his own weakness. "I hate myself-"

"Priest Rengoku Toujirou."

The fruit basket drops when a voice echoed behind him like an entity, It was motionless yet educating ones.

"Good eve." Startled gasp, "Whose there-"Turning around he spot...A pale-skinned, tall man with long and spiky, black hair that he kept in a ponytail.

His name is Tsukiguni Michikatsu, he wore a purple-and-black-patterned kimono and black hakama pants tied with a white cloth. He carried a sword at his waist that had crescent shapes in the space between the tsuka wrapping of the handle of his sword. He has prominent eyebrows, and his notably less pale skin. His eyes had brown irises and normal white sclera as a human, they felt mysterious.

"T-The Priest of moon...Michikatsu!" Michikatsu is alike to Sumiko. He had a direct bond with the god of moon. At the age of 13, he had also dance the Tsuki Hira No Odori mai ritual. (Moon's sun daylight love Dance)
It is a dance that display a cold type of affection to the lonely world of Moon god always felt. This dance were done in the middle of red spider lilies under a full moon. You can say it is like Hii No Kami Kagura dance...except this type of sword dance is offered to the moon god as said.

The high Priest Ubuyashiki's favorite priest of all.

"Since when did you arrive?" There is something with Michikatsu's superiority that Toujirou cant help but tremble before his presence. Michikatsu looks above the night sky and saw the moon shined the dark hallway. However around the noted time of 12am...Soon the moon will fade... He was simple at his schedule.

"I'm here because it is around the year of the Blue Spider Lily to bloom. It is my job to send prayers to the moon god." He says and he looks at Toujirou's troubled face. Gulping, "Does...the King and Queen already been told by your visit?" Toujirou cannot understand the uneasiness he felt when this man approached him.

Michikatsu still did not stray to his purpose and shared him without baring any emotion, almost alike to Guren.

"I send them a letter and they did not protests. Especially it is the young master's birthday. I bet they want a full force prayer to extend his life till he reach 20's..." the only difference here is that Michikatsu is more intimidating by just standing there and speaking his thoughts. He was always serious.

"Is Kibutsuji-sama illness really a curse?"

Toujirou know his question has can of worms if someone else heard it.
But they are confident that nobody else is here.

After all, they are in the part of palace where priests were told to rest. Private quarters of theirs. Muzan's or the King and Queen quarters are on the other building where the maids and guards are.

Michikatsu acknowledge his honest curiosity but he shrugs.

"Who knows, but one thing is for sure...he will never reach his 20's..."

Even though Toujiro hates the prince who took his precious fire from his flames, he find Michikatsu's word rude. "H-how can you say such things Priest Michikatsu!" Gaining the importance of his job, he lectured the Priest of Moon. "You are a priest! You should be praying instead of-"

Michikatsu still sound so serious, he cuts him off with logic.

"Stating facts? Look, we serve the gods...even if we pray for his health, it is up to the heavens if his body will continue to adapt to his sickness or he might start to crumble...also there is you." Twitching a nerve, Toujirou is getting irate.

"What about me?" Still speaking formally, Michikatsu points at him with more slamming facts. "You are tainted."

Badump...!

"Eh?"

Denying his raging flames, Toujiro chuckles, it was half heart.
"Hmm~hmm~! I don't know what you are talking about-"

Michikatsu steps forward, making Toujiro steps back. "The flame and fire are always close and yet..." even though his face was stoic, Toujirou is frighten of Michikatsu's proud authority. As if he was actually teasing him to the edge... "The torch of fire went away to shed some light to the grey moon." He says in a deep voice, Toujiro's back reached the pillar without effort since he had been standing there while eavesdropping.

"Its not for me to decide."

He smirks. Michikatsu in the other hand had a small confident smirk, it made Toujirou gulp. "I heard it too you know, when they confessed to each other...how romantic and forbidden." Jaw drops, Toujirou can't believe as he was spying the two, he was also being watch on!

He was not alone!

Since Michikatsu said it so lightly without even disturb at the two loving each-other that way.

Toujirou shook his head.

Michikatsu can sense Toujiro's heart is whimpering from such revelation. So he offered his hands for a hand shake.

"What about this Priest Rengoku? Want me to help you seperate them?" Looking at Michikatsu's chilling face. "Because...I myself is interested to become Muzan-sama's personal advisor. But by this time, he obviously won't replace the priest of fire now that they are deeply connected." Michikatsu finally smiled.

But the smile hinted a tease of play.

"Lets make things right...deal?" Was Michikatsu's invitation.

Toujirou understands it now who exactly is Tsukiguni Michikatsu.

Hearing the part where Michikatsu really wanted to be by Muzan's side, even though he previously babysit the spoiled heir.

Toujiro is interested a bit to see how much Michikatsu is obsess for Muzan's attention.

'This person is...not really a priest but a believer of Kibutsuji-sama.'

Wetting his lips, Toujiro decides...

"...that's..."

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Meanwhile inside the priest of fire room.

The two had been kissing and embracing each other until there was no clothes left. They cannot hear anything else besides calling their names to exchange romance.

"You sure I can go in?" Hovering above the prince. Both were exposed. "I want you to do it Sumiko...I'm going to be alright. It may hurt...but, I trust you. You are my priest."

Muzan welcomed his love, he smiles back to the same degree of wanting. "Ok..I will be gentle as much as possible..."

Sumiko entered Muzan's shrine. The shrine was narrow and delicate. Surprise gasp escape the ringing bell. The bell shakes and shakes.

"This sensation!"

He never felt such pleasure in pain.

"Its strange...!"

Grabbing the rope of the bell, The priest gently hush the temple's raging bell.

"Its okay, its okay..."

The fireflies had appeared, the eyes of the innocent is filled with such wonder and excitement. Same time there was fear, for it never seen such many fireflies before. "Mmhh..." The shrine was filling up with offerings, The priest hush again the temple holder.

"You are tearing up, sorry it hurts right? After all you did not have a healthy body for such activity..." the temple holder whose in the shrine, assured that he will trust with the priest whose been counting up and down to his staircase. "No..its okay, I do not dislike it..."

Sumiko decided to snatch the offerrings by his hands. He held them tight for comfort. "Muzan-sama...Muzan-sama...don't let go of my hands okay? We will do it together..." the shrine rings another loud bell as it felt the approaching of end is near.

"Sumiko...Sumiko...burn me more inside...I don't care if I broke...Just dance for me. Dance inside me Sumiko!" The fire had lighten up the torches, the hands claps all over again until Muzan collapses at the bed.

Despite his frail body he was able to withstand making love with the fire that will burn his insides.
No matter how painful it may move in his skin...

Muzan was undeniably happy.


'I thought we become one...I thought the sun and moon can be in the same day. However of course...the reality will always tell you whose suppose to appear and whose suppose to disappear...'


The grey moon had gain some cracks.

Month of December coming to an end, that is how long they had been in relationship or doing things behind the curtains of night, It is morning right now and nobody else were at the temple as the two stand still.

Muzan holds the hands of Sumiko, he swore to him with a very serious confession for everything they had been through.

"Sumiko, I'm glad you have captured my heart. I never had been so happy in my life, I want to live a forever with you. My everything will be yours..."

Sumiko gently smiles as he was massaging the other hands to his.

"Muzan-sama, that is my line." Short giggle of embarrassment,

"...a mere servant like me...though am a priest, but still am a commoner to be by your side and to be love like this is my happiness too." He grinned. Muzan on the other hand suddenly lost his positivism. He stared to his priest before he kneels before him.

"Eh? Muzan-sama-"

To tell him the reality they cannot escape.
Muzan sincerely said as he had cold eyes.

"Forgive me if I will not be here forever. I will be frank...day by day am feeling closer to death." His voice was not breaking, but the way he said it so mature it made Sumiko dive in to take this conversation as something very important.

"Yes...even though I know that, I dont care right now." With a apologetic look, "I'm sorry to fall for you...I'm sorry you fall for me. Our time is very limited." Sumiko closed his eyes to try not to tear up from something he didn't really want to point out.

Muzan felt a little bad, so he stood up and softly told him. "Don't apologize, that's my line." Then Muzan kisses him.

Sumiko whimpers and accepted the kiss from him, tip toeing...liquid made its way to his eyelids. Sensing that the sound was not moaning but an attempt to stop on mourning already, Muzan pulls away and found him all reddish.

"You are crying...?"

Sumiko sniffs as he wipes his eyes from the impending waterfalls.
"I-I'm sorry, I-I got emotional...I'm sorry Muzan-sama, but while you are still alive I want you to see me mourn for you. For I know once you close your eyes and fall into a sleep...you wont hear and see me anymore." Unable to stop them, Sumiko silently cries...tears streaming in his cheeks, Muzan's eyes soften and slowly he embraced the smaller figure.

Burrying his face to his chest, Sumiko sniffing his scent as he sobs. "Muzan-sama..."hugging back tightly. "I need to man up."

Muzan chuckles as he pats his hair and his back. "I don't mind. You are my precious little Sumiko~" Sumiko clawed on Muzan's back, he was savoring such moments while it exists.

Meanwhile Muzan is actually very disturbed, he mentally thought as he tried to rub his skin to the other's warming up skin.
Or supposed to be, yet...

'Ahh...I cant feel his warmth to my flesh. I'm numb again...And his scent, I can only smell half of it...I guess am dying because I age again.'

Muzan may look strong and uncaring, but truthfully he fear death more than anybody else. Muzan cannot help but to blurt out a impossible thinking, he just said it.

"If only my time can stop."

In response, Sumiko just rubs his face to Muzan's pale chest, soaking his kimono or whatever...Sumiko is still sobbing in his arms without any comment at that wish.

Muzan had another dark thoughts.

Everything turned positive to negative,that he cant stop to calculate in his mind where his deep thoughts were always there.

Always hopeless.

'Is it really okay to end it like this...? No, I don't want to be defeated by this feeble life. I don't care what I give and waste...I just need to live. I don't care if I sell my soul to the demon or become the devil himself...To be with Sumiko and everything else I has not obtain. I refuse to disappear like this. I don't want to die...I don't want to die.'

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THUMP! THUMP! BAM!

Drum rolls.

Right now is a meet and greet for all the available priest in the presence of his majesty.

"Thank you so much for praying for Kibutsuji Clan." Says the King and eyed each one of the present guests.

Everyone on their priest robes.

"Priest of Moon Tsukiguni Michikatsu."
"Priest of Water Tomioka Guren."
"Priest of Flame Rengoku Toujiro."
"Especially you...Priest of Fire Tanjirou Sumiko."

If you were not aware, Michikatsu and Guren serves the moon of god. Then the flame and fire serves for the god of sun.
That's how it works.

So today's meeting is not unusual.

The king was delighted to see a lot of force from them, believing is faith. The prayer for good health to come and fortune...that is what the king and queen is after.

"My heir has outlived his 18th birthday. Now what I would like is to appreciate first Priest Michikatsu." The king smiles at him, Michikatsu bowed and thanked him formally. "Your kind words are appreciated too your highness." The king started to babble about their past connection with Michikatsu.

"When our son was an infant...it is you, who appeared and prayed for him to open his baby eyes. When we put him to a funeral box, a miracle happen when you prayed to the heavens to bring him back to life. Truly gods existed...how we wish we could have done it earlier."

Somehow, the king sounded fake. More like he was just afraid of punishment of curse from heavens but disregarding their traditions. If Muzan was not born like this they wont even rejoice the presence of priests.

Coward. They are selfish cowards.

"I too have enjoyed my services during the young master's growing age those times."

Michikatsu have purposely highlighted that since baby as Muzan reached his 12th birthday,he was then replaced by Toujirou's father.
And then after Toujirou's father it was suppose to be Toujirou's honor to take over instead it was Sumiko.

The high priest Ubuyashiki whose a relative of Kibutsuji has taken an interest to see how the young priest of fire can serve.

Guren isn't thinking of anything at all, but he did notice Toujirou is acting weird. Meanwhile Sumiko looked like his head is floating in the clouds,but his eyes reflected happiness.

'They are all strange.' Guren thoughts.

The meeting is just about counselling sessions and what they can have for staying over the castle to keep praying for the king and queen.

When the meeting ended, Michikatsu decided to call Sumiko's attention.

"Priest of Fire."

Turning around, Sumiko bows with respect. "Yes?"

Michikatsu simply walk towards him then had a proper look at his priest outfit. He stared at the red bandana in his wide forehead then it drop to his hanafuda earrings. Sumiko is an innocent fuzzball by the looks,but Michikatsu heard and saw him and the prince had engage such a indecent and immoral relationship.

Without actually revealing that part, Tsukiguni Michikatsu tells him this

"You fire is very tainted Priest Sumiko. You do know we must be kept holy until our duty is over."

Eyes widen, Sumiko couldn't comprehend where did that wild guess came from. It is almost like...this person smelling out his sinful acts.
"E-eh? My apologies...I has no idea what you are referring to Priest Tsukiguni. I'm doing my job properly for praying the prince long life-"

Michikatsu cuts him off by finishing his own sentence.

"You mean by being more than a priest in the prince eyes?"

Sumiko's body trembled at the accusation. Sumiko believes nobody knows...or maybe somehow rumors from maid had spread that plenty of times he and Muzan would go off somewhere then disappear for an hour before they re appear in the castle grounds.

Sweat drops, Tsukiguni Michikatsu is the favorite priest of high priest Ubuyashiki. So Sumiko can smell already he will be toss somewhere.

"You were not careful at all, you know."

He lowered his voice, making Sumiko frighten of his authority. "The prince is still a prince. He doesn't need friends...what he needed is loyal servants." Poking Sumiko's chest. "The problem is, as a priest you must only serve fully the sun god yet you are straying..."

Sumiko finally spoke up to defend his side.

"I know what my duty is! It is to make the prince happy!"

Michikatsu shuts him off.

"Happy, yes...indeed by offering your body~ hm?"

BADUMP...!

Sumiko gasp and covered his mouth. "W-what are you saying?" He tried to keep a lie but his body language failed to save him.

Michikatsu took advantage of it. "Priest Sumiko, I order you to go back in Fujikasane Mountain. You are dismiss." Still denying his accusations even though its true.

Sumiko was pathetic. "Eh...? But Priest Kokushibo what did I do?" Playing an innocent victim. Michikatsu insisted the truth to smack him in the face. To surrender the truth before him.

"You have SINNED. Do not make me say further what kind." Sumiko gripped to his hakama pants but remained silent as hr get scold. "To compensate for it...you have to retrain yourself to Fujikasane Mountains, you will end your duty as the prince personal priest from this day forward."

Sumiko didn't like it so he protested even though he knew it was futile to keep on arguing someone higher than him.

"P-please wait! I do not understand what kind of sin-"

Michikatsu turned his back and said with a commanding voice.

"If you really want to stay as the prince personal priest just go there as said." Glancing a bit to see Sumiko's protesting face. Michikatsu decided to assure him one thing to make the fire obey.

"If you pass the 1 year cleansing you will be back on duty, retrieve the Nichirin Priest sword. I'm not mean or anything...but you can consider this as light punishment."

Sumiko finally catch on the conversation. His guts telling him they must have known.

Since they were awfully close and he cannot deny that reckless closeness to each other every single day.
Glaring at the ground.

'C-could it be...they all notice my relationship with the prince?! That will be shameful to Muzan-sama if his parents find out...'

Frighten they will be both have a public punishment for having such naughty bonding. Sumiko decided to man up and declared an agreement.

"Very well, I will accept my punishment."

Michikatsu did not smirk or anything but he did felt triumphant at this.

"I will go to Fujikasane Mountains, I will retrieve the Nichirin blade. Then...I will return here as a better priest for his majesty."
Bowing, "I sign my words, may you be well Priest Michikatsu."

Sumiko turned his back then runs away from a different direction.
He did not bother to ask who will replace his position to pray over the prince.
Since...it was obvious who will be up for the position.

The original personal priests of his majesty.

"I Tsukiguni Michikatsu will entertain Muzan-sama for 1 year.." talking to himself. "I wonder if you can return before it is too late?" Having a silent glare to the hallway Sumiko has disappeared to. "Priest of Fire."

Tsukiguni Michikatsu has a hidden adornment to his majesty Kibutsuji Muzan.


'We maybe separated but our bodies remember the sign of pleasure beneath the moon. Only then...the smaller moon had joined the stars.'


To Be Continued

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