𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓝𝓸𝓸𝓷 (Demon Slayer: KnY x Reader)

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A mystical flower like mist surrounds us.

"Bewitching Blood; Incense of Visual Phantasm."

Tanjiro sniffs the air as the police swings down only for him to be disrupted by the floral mist.

"What are all these patterns?"

The police men get knocked back away from Tanjiro and I.

"What's going on? I can't see anything!"

Tanjiro sits up so I begin to sit up as well, continuing to put pressure on the demon below us.
Tanjiro gets into a protective stance, pulling me closer.

Foot steps are heard approaching us from the right, we both look over despite Tanjiro constricting most of my view.

"You still.. refer to someone who has become a demon.. as if they were human, and you're even trying to save him."

Tamayo and Yushiro appear from amongst the mist.

"If you're willing to go that far, please allow me to lend you two a hand."

Tamayo lifts up her hand to her chest while her other hand hovers over the self inflicted scratch marks on her harms, healing the wounds.

"But why? You... You have the scent of a..."

"That's right. I am.. a demon. But I am also a doctor. And I wish to obliterate Kibutsuji."

Muzan's PoV

"Aren't you coming, Daddy?"

Standing in front of my car, I hold my 'daughters' cheek in my hand, "Daddy has work. I have a business meeting to attend. I'm still concerned about that disturbance just now." I tell her like a fucking liar.

"Dear..."

I give my 'daughter' and 'wife' a fake ass soft closed eyed smile, "It's alright, I'm just going to have a word with the police. Now, get in."

Both my wife and daughter climb into the car, closing the door my daughter grabs onto the window, "Daddy, come home soon, okay?"

"Alright. You be a good girl now." Turning to the driver, "Take them back to the house. Go on."
He starts the car and drives off.

I walk towards the nearest alleyway, looking at the drying blood, sniffing it lightly about to lick it. Nearing the back, two men and a women pass by. Both men obviously drunk. Quickly put my arm back to my side I continue forward.

"C'mon, Bro, let's hit another bar!" The shorter man of the two says, swinging around like an idiot.

"You good, Yacchan?" The women asks the shorter man, who was obviously the most drunk out of all of them.
"Never been better! I'm not even drunk ye-"

The short bitch bumps into me, "The hell's your problem, man?"

Standing still and quietly to try and control my anger, I give a stiff response. "My apologies."
I try to walk off but this motherfucker-

"Hey! Don't just walk off!" The short drunk man exclaims, grabbing my shoulder.

"I'm in a bit of a hurry, so if you'll excuse me.."

"Whazzat? Come again?" The short bitch releases my shoulder, slightly backing off. "Those're some fancy threads you got there, it pisses me off!" He learns over to look closer at my face, "And you're as pale as a ghost. It looks like you'll drop dead at any second!"