Tsunami of Dead Tears: Part 2

Chapter 10

Giyuu and company spent the rest of the day nervously tapping their shoes in a tailor shop's waiting area, standing by for the disguises to be completed.

The wedding was going to be a formal event. That means commoner clothes were completely off the table. However, Giyuu wasn't very comfortable with abandoning his haori, and requested for a special suit be made for him. With Haku agreeing, the other haori-wearers decided that a new suit wouldn't hurt.

Zenitsu was busy in the dressing room practicing the songs for the mission. He still loathed it, for sure, but he had finally calmed down to the point of agreeing to play them. Despite the peculiar smell of the coats hung around him, and the  He learned them all quite easily, so as he practiced playing without the sheet music, he thought about his conversation with Gordon.

Love is a powerful thing that can make your lungs run like an engine, and your heart jump like a rabbit.

Well, if that was love, then it certainly wasn't anything special. Every girl he had ever met, he had fell in 'love' with. Zenitsu believed he was maturing as the days went on, and that side of him insisted on moving on with this childish 'love' business. All it was doing was making MORE people dislike him, and that was the one thing he feared the most.

People reject livelihoods and sacrifice accomplishments just to find their one true love, but YOU? Oh, you've just struck gold!

How was Nezuko his one true love? He had chased so many women now, that he couldn't count them all. There was no such thing as a one true love, and it's all a ploy just to make himself feel better!

Right?

Just then, he heard footsteps from one of the dressing stalls. He glanced at the source at the sound uncaringly only to catch a glimpse of crimson pink.

Nezuko.

His 'mature' side panicked. If he was to lay his eyes on her again, he would probably fall in 'love' again. Wanting to mentally strengthen himself and repress his simp side, he had to flee.

Zenitsu immediately bolted up and tried to gather his sheet music, but all the papers scattered across the floor. Desperate, he knelt down and started gathering them. All the while, Nezuko's footprints were getting louder and louder.

Move faster, damn me!

He finally gathered all the papers in his hands. Unfortunately, before he could take the exit, he heard the faintest sound of Nezuko's grunt from beneath her bamboo tube.

Oh no! It's happening again!  His mature side cried.

Zenitsu's body seemed to move against his wishes as his waist twisted towards Nezuko.

Why do I have to be such a simp?!  His mature side asked to itself.  Don't look, don't look, don't-

Too late. A flow of pink silk appeared in his peripheral vision, shutting off his mature side.

She was dazzling in the dress. Since she didn't care for her haori (and neither did Kanao), she was free to pick whatever dresses the tailor's shop had. She picked a simple pink gown, the skirt reaching all the way to her ankles, almost touching the ground. Zenitsu could only gawk at the way the dress' material glimmered and reflected the shine from the lightbulb above. Her pale skin was exposed at the shoulder sides of the gown, almost as reflective as the gown itself. Of course, we can't forget her bamboo tube, which only enhanced her beauty in Zenitsu's eyes, despite looking so out of place from the rest of the outfit.

Zenitsu's legs felt wobbly. His simp side was now in control.

"Nezuko-chaaaaaaan..." he said in a singy-song manner. Now, not only his legs, but his entire body was wobbling like candle smoke.