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: as it pains my heart I must kill Sumiko for us to see his brand new version a.k.a simply Tanjiro himself who effing hates Muzan buwahaha!

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 fire that has lit up their lives, slowly vanquish...The torch of life is nearing its ends wit.

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Brushing his long hair that was previously trimmed by his beloved fire. "Hnn, its getting long quite fast? How surprising." They say a cut off hair grows fast when its happy. "I must be very happy then."

Chuckling at the mirror, Muzan's nose suddenly bleeds. "..?!"

Alarmed, "No!" Wiping them right away.

"Calm down...am not dying yet...!" It was early dawn, not aware that during this time Sumiko was sent back to Fujikasane as punishment.

It was a peaceful morning with birds chirping and such. Muzan has no use for his mouth except to let them sealed. There was no one to converse anyway.

He saw one bird who flew and passed by his wide window. Apparently its a sparrow, so tiny yet so lively... 'That sparrow...where is it going to the vast sky...?' Staring at the wonder bird, Muzan had his thoughts. 'It must be nice to go anywhere you want...Will I be able to do that...?'

A little bit tearful, he traced his nose where it bleed earlier. 'Its just blood...small blood. I'm still okay.' Convincing his health in good check.

Knock, knock.

Slowly Muzan turned his head, "Come in." He was not particular to be good mood nor bad mood, but usually knocks are coming from his maids that will have a tray of medicine and breakfast.

However when the door slides open, "Greetings, am the Priest of moon...Tsukiguni Michikatsu." There were two maids with him who the right had some tray of medicine, the left servant is the one who opened the door. The center is a man around 20's. His memories from childhood flash instantly in him. Muzan whose been sitting at his bed, jerks up.

"I know you...! Right, when I was very little you were that priest!" He points at him. Michikatsu simply nods with acknowledgement before he shared with him. "Yes, I was your priest as an infant till the age of 12...how are you your majesty?"

A bit scared that this person will see him nosebleed, Muzan tried to lie. "I-I'm well." Michikatsu already sense it was an act, but he had no plans to disrespect the prince self mechanism. "I do hope that is true. I will always pray for your long life." Awkward silence as Muzan took his medicine and eats his breakfast, the two female servants were eventually dismissed.

Wondering why the priest of moon has not excused himself, he was watching him at his bed as he tried to rest.

"What are you doing here by the way?"

Michikatsu's eyes profound enlightenment when he was ask.

"Oh, if you had not heard am the replacement priest for Priest Sumiko whose undergoing soul cleansing at Fujikasane Mountain." Muzan slams his hands to his bed.

"What!? Why nobody informed me?!"

'Why didn't Sumiko said goodbye!?'

There was a observant pause before Michikatsu run his mouth again.

"I see you will miss him so much, worry not he will come back after 1 year...Also I'm the one who sent him there." When he confess that, Muzan is suspicious of it. "Why are you telling me this? Whats the catch?" Somehow Muzan had a bad feeling why his original personal priest is being too honest with him as if they really have known each-other.

Michikatsu moves forward to whisper it under his breath, in a way for nobody outside the room can hear.

There was a gossip.

"Rumors are spreading."

Muzan lent his ears as they kept not too close and not too far to each other to be heard as both whispering. "Who?" Michikatsu firmly explained his situation. "The king and queen might notice...I did this for your sake Muzan-sama."

Arching an eyebrow, Muzan is aggravated now. "What? I didn't ask for such concern. Bring me back my Sumiko at once!" Demanding the order he cannot have at the moment, Michikatsu tried to sooth with him with a smile.

"Believe me my dear prince, you will be thankful that I sent him there. Your condition is getting worse is it not?" Muzan narrowed his eyes as he kept himself in self-check at his futon. "You seem to know a lot of about the progress of my illness...what exactly do you want to display here... hm?"

Michikatsu doesn't mind the interrogation at all, he was even lighten up. Michikatsu circled around the sitting Muzan at bed.

"Since you were an infant as you grow...I had watched over you, and I will keep on doing so while you are alive." Muzan gain vein pops as he was really getting irritated now.

"How dare you run your mouth that am nearing my death bed!" Only to cut him off shortly. "I see, the king and queen is still lying with the heavens...do you know how I revived you from the funeral box?" Making Muzan silent for a moment, he cant lie that he was curious. "..."

Muzan waited for his next words.

"I took you and made you baptize in the cold water of the full moon. I prayed to the moon of god to make you breath if the god of sun cannot." Sick or not, Muzan can still comprehend despite the headache he is feeling now as the conversation drags along.

"You are saying am a child of moon?"

Nodding at his majesty, Michikatsu stops circling around him as he block the window view where the sun is shining. Giving some powering shadow hovering to Muzan's.

"Yes. Which is why getting attracted and obsess with a priest of fire is an act of betrayal." Shaking his head, Muzan finds it ridiculous.

"Thats not the myth that I know. The moon loved the sun, but the sun didn't like the moon that way. You must have read a wrong book." Michikatsu crouches down as his hands began searching something in his kimono pockets. "I have the rest of the tale pages." There appear a scroll, scrolling them. Muzan gawk his eyes,it was unbelievable.

"W-where you got that?!" An ancient scroll, Michikatsu has the proud smile as he kept himself formal. "I told you, I was your personal priests during those difficult days where you cannot remember quite some of our memories together...here." gently he gave it to his frail palms, Muzan accepted them without a protest.

"Read the rest, then you will thank me, I'm sure of it."

Eyes shaking, Muzan stared at the actual scroll of myth. 'What the hell does this myth had something to do with sending away my Sumiko?! My precious fire!'

Aggressively flipping the pages, the scroll had at least three pages stick together, Muzan stops at a certain dialogue of the myth, reading it out loud.

~"The day would come the the sun of god will stop sharing his fire lights for the moon good. Making the moon gain more desire to turn the red spider lilies into his color liking. It is the lotus flower in bloom of red, turning into a pool of tears."~

It was too deep to comprehend but somehow Muzan guessed what it meant. "You are saying...the more we yearn for eachother, the more we will dig our graves is that it?" Knowingly look to his former priest, Michikatsu averted his eyes amd scans the room.

"If that is how you portray it, I has nothing else to say."

After that, there was nothing else for them to talk about. Ever since Muzan had read the full myth of the Sun god and Moon god. Muzan had become more desperate to keep himself alive till Sumiko comes back.


Meanwhile Sumiko arrived the Fujikasane Mountains...

Before him is a man of moderately toned and muscular body, who is of a notably pale complexion and possessed unusually long, pointed nails that appeared to be stained a pale blue.

His hair could appear either silver or a pale golden blond, and he wore it parted to his left, the shorter parts around his face seeming to flare out to either side around his head, curving backwards with one strand left down his face to fall between his eyes, while the longer parts were left to drape centrally down his back in a thinning spiral. His eyes have been described to be incredibly rare and beautiful as, in color, they appeared to be made up of an array of rainbow pastel tones that fade into one another as they circle his irises.

"My~My Priest Sumiko you really did come!"

A friendly glee, his name was...

"Priest.. Doma of wise-ness."

Doma wore asporting a black cloak, which he drapes around his shoulders, two lengths of purple and black cloth with a rectangular pattern also hanging from it around his neck, as well as a black, crown-like hat which is lined with gold around its frontal plates and has flowing black ribbons dangling from each of its sides.

His paper fan waves elegantly to hide his grinning.

Sumiko in his fire priest outfit with the same red bandana on his wide forehead, he felt creeper out already from the Priest of Wise-ness.

"Hehe~ guess what! The trial for tainted priests is hard you know~ if you dare to retrieve the holy Nichirin blade by gods...Then you wont ever be tainted." Doma teased as if they were close friends or something.

However to Sumiko, Doma is nothing but an obstacle he need to get rid soon.

'To go back to Muzan-sama...'

Baring no emotion, Sumiko said so formally. "I see, Priest Michikatsu already sent you a letter of my retraining." Ignoring how Sumiko was not friendly as what others describes him, Doma nods to himself and visibly overjoyed as he was sitting on a big rock for who knows how long did he wait for the priest of fire to arrive.

"Yep~yep. Look Sumiko, please do not think badly of Priest Michikatsu. He was doing this for our sake...If you didn't knew a tainted priest is stoned to death. But he cares for you that he decided to sign you up for remedial." Sumiko raised an eyebrow in disbelief and curiosity.

"Did Priest Guren signed as well?" Doma beams. "Not only Priest Guren, also Priest Toujirou did!" Sumiko is disturbed. "Eh?"

Doma narrowed his eyes and had some smug, despite the paper fan covering his lips...Sumiko can picture what's the image behind. "I think they signed without knowing what kind of remedial it is...So, let me share you this!" He jumps off from the rock to met him close range.

"H-hey-"

His face zoomed in and whispered to his hanafuda earrings. "Priest Michikatsu, the Nichirin sword in his waist that everyone looks up to...he dedicated his mind,body,heart and soul just to retrieve that. So that no matter how much he sin to be attach from earthly desires...he would never be tainted." Pulling away, Sumiko felt nervous now.

"I-Is retrieving a Nichirin really that...big deal?"

Doma circled on him while fanning himself, the Fujikasane mountains beauty and mysterious surrounds the two at this shrine of trial.

"Oya~becareful on your words Sumiko. You weren't like this before! Very well, how about you start the remedial...see for yourself what it means to be really connected to the gods~! Heehee~"

Sumiko prepared his everything.

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"GAh!"

SMACK!

Right now in an altar, in the middle of the forest inside the Fujikasane Mountains...Sumiko must get 100 whips while keeping the so called concentration to pray to the gods.

The wisteria must bloom, if they do not bloom soon...

Sumiko will have to bare more torture.

SMACK! WHIP! SMACK!

"Ah! Gaah..! Kahh..!" His tanned skinned receiving scars and almost visible blood. Doma is just watching as Sumiko prayed everyday for the suffering to end. In the process of trying to go up and down the mountains to search for the legendary Nichirin.

"Where is it? Come to me...please!"

Gaining a scar in his forehead when a tree trunk hit him hard, "Uagh!" Almost felling to a cliff, nevertheless he was able to pass the remedial by baring all the torture he went through.

'I have to get back to Muzan-sama's side...no matter what the pain,no matter what obstacle...I must pass and get the sword! Then, after that...I can do lots and lots of things with him! I would never be considered as tainted...!'


While that was happening, this is what happening to the other.

"Your medicine is useless!"

CRASH!

"Muzan-sama!"

Kibutsuji Muzan had thrashed around his quarters. The cup shatters at the floor, spilling such precious liquid...his medicine. "Every single one of you are useless! None of you cant even make a proper medicine for my illness...what kind of doctor are you guys!? Get out of my sight!"

He growled and yelled violently, Muzan is in pure rage. "But Muzan-sama you have to know something very important...It is about your lifespan..." says his doctor whose been at his side, sitting with a stiff posture.

Muzan snaps his head to him to glare as he was clutching his head. "Why? How much long would I live?" Impatiently he asks. The doctor gulps down as he slowly opened his mouth to wet his lips and hide his nervousness .

"Your time has...been counted, you won't reach your 20's."

Muzan's vision went black.

The doctor, the two maid didn't see it coming. There was a machete under Muzan's pillow, surely he cant lift that...but somehow he did and attacked the doctor.

SLASH!

Hiding the head. The blood erupts.

SPLAT!

"Kyaah!"

The two maids were visibly horrified, not knowing what to do because Muzan killed his doctor. Psychopathic irises glows and viciously he commands with menace "BE...SILENT..."

The maid shuts their mouth instantly,surprise from his own action but not really regretting it. Priest Michikatsu is shock at the bloody scene as he happen to enter the room at bad or perfect timing.

Michikatsu tried his best to lower his voice despite the fact he wanted to scream and scold the young master.

"Muzan-sama, may the heavens forgive you for this outburst of rage!" Muzan click his tongue as he remained at his bed, shaking his head as he still felt so ill.

"Clean it up, get his corpse out of my sight."

Trying to be cool in order not to aggravate the desperation of the prince about his health. He decided to sweet talk him as the two maids scramble and looked for guards to carry the dead doctor bleeding out in his room.

Nobody can report Muzan, after all he was the son of the cruel king and queen. Did you really thought they were loved by people? No...they are prosperous but in reality some people or some place is suffering by their law. It is something happening yet anyone who spread rumors...those bad rumors which are truth will be punished while pretending to be religious.

"Do you understand now why I sent Priest Sumiko to the mountains? I know your personality Muzan-sama...the side of you that Priest Sumiko must not see. The truth about Kibutsuji Clan..." Michikatsu had run his mouth again, though he was indeed concern. Muzan's body gasps, he haven't heard Sumiko's name for many months.

His eyes starts to glare at the floor as he heard the next sentence.

"That you were heartless."

Calming down...Muzan clawed his hair in his head. "Your'e right.. if Sumiko was here and I did this, I bet he will be very mad and disappointed at me. He was...kind like the god of sun..."

Taking a deep breath, Michikatsu sighs.

"And you were more resembling the god of Moon Muzan-sama...you are cold and heartless. Without any remorse, the joy of life that this mysterious illness has snatched your happiness...it must be very painful."

Some guards just came in and pulled the corpse. Muzan was told to stand up and moved away as his room needs to be cleaned up. Michikatsu kept him in balance with his weakening feet.

Both were at the corner of the room as they watch how the bloodied room is being cleaned.

The two kept mumbling to each other.

"Since you are the priest of moon, let me ask you...is the legend of Blue Spider lilies are real?" Eyeing the guards whose busy. "Yes they are." The corpse was taken out. "How? Have you seen it?" The servants began cleaning. Without a word of advise, Michikatsu gently pulled Muzan to walk with him at the window bay. Having a bit of fresh air they continue to keep the conversation just enough volume for them to hear.

"No I did not, but the flower did exist behind those doors...by opening it is a sin for priests and anybody else who dared."

Muzan who already didn't give a damn from the crime he just committed, he was hasty for more information.

"How bad it is to peek inside?"

Seeing the servants washing the floor with water, Michikatsu deadpans.

"Death sentence."

Muzan huffs, "Seriously? So if I dare...Even as the prince of this country will be executed?" A warning response from the Priest of Moon. "Yes."

Muzan is challenged, he made a sarcastic laugh, the servants whose cleaning the room froze and watch their crazy prince in horror. "Hahaha! Very interesting~" having no idea whats up with them, Michikatsu murmur his response.

"If I were you don't try. If the legend is true you will become a demon..." but Muzan heard it and mocks him as it is.

"You mean, I will become like a god?" Teasingly he dared. Michikatsu was patient and gave him a friendly advise.

"Do not mock the heavens my prince. I know you want to live long...but trust me,immortality is nothing but a tragic story-" only then Muzan yells at the servants who had stop working their asses to listen to their private talk, he threats them.

"WHAT ARE YOU GUYS STARING AT?! CLEAN THE ROOM! GET OVER WITH IT!" Scaring off the servants, they scramble to get a new bucket of water. "S-Sincerely apologies Muzan-sama!" Now they are out of sight, Michikatsu was a bit disturb from Muzan's sudden change of personality from angry to calm ones as he looks back at him to address the question from earlier.

"Now where are we? hm right...Why say that if there was not a single person who was immortal?" Unsure how else to react, Michikatsu cleared his throat as he shared his own point of view.

"To see is to believe, or to believe for you to see...which are you Muzan-sama...?"

Muzan grit his teeth. "Am...selfish. I want to believe it exist, I cannot loose! Not even these doctors counting my life span!" He swore to the sky, the sun is bright now its darkening.

Concern at his treasured prince, he told's him.

"Priest Sumiko will return soon...make sure he doesn't find out."

"Thats obvious thing to do. Sumiko shouldn't know who killed my doctor. Now get out."

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1 year later has completed, Tanjirou Sumiko has returned.

Around this time of year, season..days, months...?

Muzan is now 19 yrs old and Sumiko is 18 years old...

Fresh like the autumn leaves, Muzan jaw-drops at the entrance of his manor..before him. "You...returned?"

Tanjirou Sumiko in his priest robes with arms ready for a huge embrace.

"Yes, Why would I not if I didn't say goodbye?" Running towards him, in the middle of early morning...nobody else is here except two guards at the gates.

"Sumiko...!"

When he embraced the short one, he flinched. "Ow..!"

Having a better look at his face that he has not seen in forever. Behind the red bandana something stands out. Muzan's pale fingers touch them. "Wait...your forehead...a scar?" Yes, a red scar in Sumiko's skull.

Sumiko gently push him away for some space with a shy glee. "Hehe, Had a small accident at the remedial. But I'm fine! How about you Muzan-sama? Have you been well?" Noticing the two guards pretending not to look at them nor listen to their weird conversation.

Nobody should question their friendship.
Or so they thought to convince them...

"Come with me." Muzan pulled his wrist, staggering. "Wait-" Eventually they disappeared and went somewhere a part of the castle where no one is present. Its literally early in morning that servants are busy cleaning instead of strolling. Sure there are guards, but those guards were actually more prioritize to be at the gates and near the King and Queen's quarters.

Pinned at the pillar of a shrine. Muzan is planning to strip him.

"I have missed you my medicine~" Sniffing him as he missed him so much, Sumiko surprisingly struggles. "N-no! Hold up-" when Muzan undresses him partly...it was enough to see some visible changes in his body.

"What the hell is Fujikasane Mountains that your body is full of whip wounds?! Were you perhaps...tortured? By why...?"

Sumiko immediately pulls back his robe and fix his kimono to hide the embarrassment he felt just now.

"E-err..."

He thought it might be good to tell Muzan the truth, so he lowered his voice just to avoid anyone to hear it if they happen to pass-by. "A-actually, I think they noticed our indecent relationship that...instead of stone to death," feeling the gaze from the taller man, Sumiko explained further.

"Priest Michikatsu saved me by sending me off to the remedial. It was painful but.." showing off the sword buckled at his waist, bright and confident Sumiko expose the item to him. "Now that I have this Nichirin blade, it makes me high profile priest now! Meaning I can love you all I wanted!"

Howerver Muzan is making a face and he was silent.

"..." Having a soft smile, Sumiko cups his cheeks for comfort. "Don't be sad." Muzan clench his lips together and his fist were angry. With a faint guilt he was somewhat cursing his self about it. "...I didn't ask you to offer your body like that." Sumiko made a sad frown and is worried for a moment.

"Do you hate my body now? Now that it is ugly and full of scars...?"

Muzan shakes his head and touch his body to feel the scars embossed underneath the clothes. "Of course not. Its just disheartening..." glaring at Sumiko's body, the priest of fire embraces him and said, "...Its ok,physical wounds can heal by time you know~? Hehe," rubbing his face to Muzan's chest. Muzan embraces back.

A few minutes later they gaze on to each other's eyes. Sumiko caress his cold cheeks and ask him with such puppy eyes.

"Muzan-sama can I kiss you?" Blushing from the lewd request, Muzan stuttered as he gave him permission.

"O-ok." From the pillar their bodies absentmindedly travel to find a seat. Right now they were in the balcony, sitting at the veranda, the two were up to no good. They were in love and they both know how sinful it is. Both were just selfish though.

Sumiko pecking his cheeks, his hair, the other hand traveled to his stiffening shoulder. Muzan is a bit nervous, Sumiko maybe a small person but he was manly than him. Muzan may have an adult body but he still has not hit the mature age to be called a 'real man'.

It is funny that he was the girl in this relationship despite how Sumiko looked more girly in terms of beauty and defination of whose handsome.

Muzan is handsome, Sumiko is cute.

Yet Sumiko was always taking the first move. He was more expert and engage. Sumiko knows Muzan's heart is beating rapidly, by just touching him, Muzan shudders on every petting session. Sumiko made him look into his caring eyes to calm Muzan's sensitivity of their relationship.

"Its ok to be selfish Muzan-sama...as long as you are not trampling over someone. As long as...we are not hurting someone...we can do things..." he said. Muzan was hesitant. It was so not like him when he remember the myth Priest of moon made him read.

He had doubts now.

"The heavens is watching Sumiko."

Surprise that the prince would even reason that up when its too late to go back. "Why bring that up now? When I already had my faith in you Muzan-sama,my everything is screaming to serve you for all eternity...I love you..."

Muzan blinks when Sumiko kisses him softly. In response, Muzan's body tense up. 'Sumiko...' closing his eyes, Muzan kisses back. 'How I wish we live forever...with my limited time...I just want someone to be by my side and that is you...the one who took my breath away. My fire in my dying drift woods...'

A cold liquid trailed down, touching Sumiko's nose. He smell it and pulled away from kissing.

"Wait! Your nose is bleeding!?" Muzan wipes them off and points at him. "Its fine! Continue!" Dumbfounded, Sumiko scolds him.

"Theres noway I'd do that-" Muzan flips him over to shut him off, now it made Muzan the top this time. "Shut up! Its just nosebleed! I can move, look!" Sumiko finds this unbelievable. With his back lying to the cold he couldn't get up if the prince sitting above his little body.

"Sheesh why are you so spoiled? I must blame your parents then..." resigning to ignore the nosebleed as Muzan won't drop it anyway. Sumiko closed his eyes and allowed Muzan to assault him.

Continuing to make out with kisses, it just ended with a lovable embrace. "Don't go off somewhere without telling me..ok?" Hugging back and feeling them in his thumbs, Sumiko whispers as Muzan still above him covering him with lonely embrace.

"Same to you Muzan-sama, tell me if its nearing...okay?"

Muzan lied with a smooth smile.

"Of course."

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When night have approached, Sumiko went back to his room as for Muzan...he went to talk to his parents.
In the throne's room, Muzan is sitting properly and well mannered. His parents as we were the same posture.

"Father, Mother...I wont live long as everyone is aware. Therefore heed my last will." He sound so serious that his parents felt intense connection.

"Muzan..."

Muzan scans the room, him at his long curly locks and white kimono, he definitely look like a ghost as day goes by.

"Remember the rumors that me and my priest were too close for comfort?" Muzan stared at his parent's eyes to show off that he isnt afraid of anything. He wont be afraid to explain his actions and everything he had been keeping. "Him and I has no romantic relationship or whatsoever. The reason why were close, it is because I honed him the skills that is wasted on mine. Sumiko is a potential heir for our clan."

Yes, it was a fat lie but partly true.

"What are you saying?!"

His parents gawks and felt ridiculous at his actions.

Muzan cuts them off with a swift authoritative plan.

"There is no heir right? Would you rather allow the Ubuyashiki Clan to take over the kingdom? Of course not right? If so...I hereby recommend Tanjirou Sumiko to be the new king. He has the power to attract people as good company and valuable assets. During the mountains we trained and explore to gather the hearts of citizen. He successfully done that. In terms of leadership he is very agile and not passive. Importantly his read and write history was not bad. In fact we write a poem and he had better work, it has deeper meaning than mine..."

He did not let them cut him off,so his parents cut off the chase. The king coughs and tried to remain calm but visibly disturbed and against it.

"Muzan...We appreciate your effort to find a heir to replace you, but what makes you so sure he has the right to lead? It is true that signing a priest to become an emperor is legal. However we had doubts on the person you want to anoint. Sure he had skills but he is a commoner who happen to be lucky that he became a priest to gain such authority along with his nichirin blade..Only royal blood had to be-"

Muzan is persistent and kept the same tune of voice.

Dictating.

"Did you all forgot he was directly related to the god of Sun? If he sits as a king, the Sun god will shine upon japan. The sun will rise like another new beginning...we will be all bless than ever. See? We had politics and religion as one within Tanjirou Sumiko." Without any signs of lie and hole in his story...his father looks at his wife.

"Hmm...that makes sense, what do you think Seo?"

The queen covers her mouth and politely answered. "Well, your highness I cannot give birth to a new heir and I do not wish our proud kingdom to be under our relative Ubuyashiki." Worried, "They already had the religion in their command, if we give our throne to them that will be the end of Kibutsuji." Glancing to their sick son.

"I see..."

The king nods.

"Alright Muzan, as our son with talent we will believe your judgement. Go ahead and write it in a paper we will sign the contract...to make Priest Tanjrou Sumiko as the entitled heir for Kibutsuji. We will adopt him to us and make a use of his hidden talent that you have hone."

Revealing a paper and a stamp.
Muzan smirks with victory.

"Thank you your highness."


Its already spring, the day is beautiful.

Here at the tempest shrine inside the big land of Kibutsuji empire.
The two were having a date of their own world.

"Lets dance Muzan-sama, Let me teach you the Hii No Kami Kagura dance as you have always wanted!"

Sumiko childishly played with Muzan's hands to invite him on dancing practice.

"O-ok, bare with me."

Twirling and stumbling a bit, stepping on the kimono edges or footing.

Both were happy. "Ahahaha~!"

Sumiko laughs. Muzan's smile drops down as he felt rather dizzy.

"Im sorry Sumiko, but Im a bit feeling..." Muzan had fallen to his knees. "Ugh..." his hands rested at the floor to regain composure or to stop himself from completely lying down the cold ground.

His eyes were shut tight, his teeth were shuddering. His body visibly trembling from an incoming fever. "Muzan-sama!" Kneeling to his level, he pats his shoulders. "Look at me." Muzan was panting, it looks like he was in pain. His bones must be hurting.

"Come on,let me carry you back to your room." He presented his small back, Instead Muzan gaze above the clouds as he rather feel worried. He simply stated facts that nobody can avoid on denying them.

Muzan was cold. "You know I do not live long. What do you intend to stay for Priest Sumiko...?" His throat were dry when he said that, Sumiko remained strong and placed a smile on his tired lips.

Even if Muzan does not see his face directly, if you smile they say your voice will sound happy as well. So he tried to encourage him.

"...Don't let the sorrow consume you. Do not be trap to the same place you had always been. Do not shed more of your precious tears Muzan-sama...move your feet. I will carry you, together lets cry for the future on the edge of darkness."

Eyes widen from such inspirational words. Muzan was touched.

"Sumiko..."

Accepting to be piggy ride by Sumiko.

The priest of fire began walking down the hallway with Muzan on his back. Legs locks on his arms. Sumiko chuckles and tried to make a joke on their situation.

"You have become more lighter!" Muzan did not laugh though, he instead buried his face on the back of Sumiko's neck and commented. "You are indeed strong despite being a shorty." He was still feeling emo about the lame thing happend earlier that after dancing a bit made him too tired to even walk.

"Thank you for carrying my burden Sumiko..." Sumiko did not want to give in the sorrow that he knows had always been there. He tried to sweet talk him, Sumiko did not want to cry.

"Don't say things as if its your last day.."

Muzan murmured in his ears.

"I know, Im just saying while I can still speak...eventually I wont be able to move my fingers soon..." Muzan hugs him tight behind.

"Don't leave me okay?" Sumiko trembling in his lips so silently.

'I know its soon...but please God, I need more time...more time..' as he mentally prayed for Muzan's time to be extended, he had a cheerful lie. "I promise."

Reaching Muzan's sleeping quarters. He placed him down the futon. "Is something else wrong? What do you need Muzan-sama?" Muzan pleaded. "I cant feel my body...I cant feel anything...do something. Im scared."

"Alright, let me massage you."

From his shoulders down to his chest. "Do you feel anything yet?"

Shaking head.

"No. Not yet...I cant feel your palms rubbing to me nor your thumbs. Am really dying now...? Why now, when I just met you...3 years is not enough for me Sumiko...do something...save me Sumiko..."

'This is bad...he isn't responding to anything. I cant punch or slap him to test if he feels pain. I guess I'll do the other way...'

A test that wont physically harm Muzan.

Sumiko decided to change the way of massaging into a sexual way hoping it will gain some impact to Muzan's numb body.
"There? Do you feel anything yet?"

Muzan made a small moan, "Ah!..mmm...I think so, what is this?"

Shivering and attracted. "Im glad you feel something now. You see...I will be doing strange massage to you...is that okay?"

Smiling.

"As long as I can regain the feeling from my body, go ahead. I trust you Sumiko."

Massaging his chest,pinching his nipples. Down the abdomen teasing them with strong pinning of fingers. Caressing his thighs, Muzan is slowly gaining a sense of feeling. He started to feel hot and feel the hands that was been invading his privacy.

Moaning in his bed with muffled voice.

"To...uch me more Sumiko...bring it back, my sense of feelings...take away my numbness please."

"Yes I will, as you wish Muzan-sama..." Sumiko pulled his jaw and kiss him."...Mmh?!" Shock, this was not part of his request. He just said his body was aching and numb. But he never said his lips were...

'Wait. I cannot feel his lips to mine...?' Muzan now realize even his head was numb from any touch. Sumiko looks at him carefully with thirsty eyes. "Its going to be okay Muzan-sama. I will just make you feel more strange...but its your medicine. Okay?"

A weak nod, Sumiko kisses him again and again. Before it turned to hungry kisses. Muzan had never kiss with tongue before. He was alarmed when Sumiko's hungry lips had tap his tongue to him and made them open.

The hot tongue went inside his, finally gaining the sense of sensitivity. Muzan chokes and his body had panic. His arms that he was not able to move earlier they gain strenght to attempt on pushing Sumiko away as he was feeling too overwhelmed with french kissing.

"W-wait...Sumiko-"

Sumiko breaks the kiss. Panting. Sumiko and Muzan both heavily pants. Staring at each-other eyes...Muzan was amaze. "I never felt that electricity shock before...is that a kiss...?"

Sumiko chuckles and wipes the sweat in Muzan's face. He was relief. 'His body no longer cold. Its now warm and sweaty...guess he gained his sense of feeling for now.' Massaging the lips of Muzan with his thumbs. Giggling, "Its a real kiss Muzan-sama. The first time we did its just a kid's play." Evil grinning from the priest.

Muzan is annoyed at his own lack of knowledge of intercourse.

"Well then, we have to continue!"
"What?!"

Muzan pulled him down, his chest landed to his chest and locks his movement to an embrace. "I'm still numb. Make me itch Sumiko...its only you who can bring it back to me~" Hugging back, Sumiko nods. "Ok, don't blame me if you loose your sense of legs later on though~" Sumiko was naughty and sassy. Muzan made an evil grin from the challenge. "Bring it on Priest of Fire~"

One, two, three fingers made their way to the deep well. The well was wet with water. The person who wants to make a wish threw a coin inside. The well was disturbed. The coin echoed in their ears. There were small cry and struggle. But in the end the bucket had arrive and is able to obtain a water from the deep, deep well.

The water they had drink together and prayed for eternity.

Unfortunately it was hitting the time of drought. Nobody will wish at the well anymore.

Nobody can...except death.

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'I had no idea it was the remaining hours of mutual understanding...without knowing it will revert to hate.'


To Be Continued

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