Giyuu's knuckles tightened around the katana's hilt once more, then relaxed.
When his body eventually slumped, his shoulders went lax while the nichirin sword slipped from his hand, its metal blade clinking on the concrete ground.
"Y-You're having...a baby?" the Water Pillar managed to croak.
With an averted gaze, you nodded.
"Shinobu confirmed everything."
You were definitely thankful for the girl's knowledge in medicine. "She said that's why I've looked so sick. She just doesn't know that...my husband is a demon."
Suddenly, you were the shy and awkward Y/N again.
Glancing uncomfortably at Muzan behind you, you then focused on your wiggling toes as you finally emerged from your own web of lies and excuses, only to be thrusted hard into reality.
Giyuu shakily extended a finger in your direction.
"But you told me you hadn't... But you said that you haven't been..."
That you haven't been ramping things up with Muzan.
"I'm sorry," you quietly started, head hanging with embarassment. "I shouldn't have lied to you."
Giyuu sank to his knees, not caring if he got dirt on his precious uniform.
He no longer had the strength to stand on his own.
All stamina evaporated now that you—his warmth, his flame—had been meddling with the realm that you were never supposed to enter.
Everything Giyuu did was to protect you from demons, and there were many instances when he placed you before himself.
Yet, how did you end up here?
How did you end up not only married to the demon king but also using your body as a vessel for his progeny?
There must be only one answer.
"Muzan," Giyuu called, suddenly turning his frustration to the hushed husband behind you.
As his head craned upward, the Water Pillar spoke with a voice that was low but the dangerous undertone lurking beneath the calm was like a shadow monster looking to kill.
"You did this to Y/N, didn't you? If you had kept your junk in your pants, if you hadn't forced your wife into—"
"That's not it!" you shouted again. "Muzan forced nothing onto me. So, please don't try to hurt yourself while trying to hurt...him."
At the moment, Giyuu couldn't possibly watch you like this, to linger by your side and watch you belong to someone else, watch you be claimed by someone else, someone he personally despised.
How could he trust the man who obliterated people that he cared about, people that others cared about?
The Water Pillar wanted to be selfish and ask you, beg for you to leave your husband.
"I'll take care of Y/N," Muzan suddenly interjected, capturing both your and Giyuu's attention. "Sure, you demon slayers can view me as a terrible monster, but if it's for Y/N, I want to prove that I can be a different person."
Tone so genuine, yet your husband's words flowed like warm cognac and whiskey with a shivery huskiness underneath.
"I want to show you all that I can be a good husband."
The unexpected promise, even if from his archenemy, softened the Water Pillar's antagonistic stance.
He knew that Muzan had saved you before.
Your husband had gently bandaged your bleeding arm, chased away another demon during the night, and most recently, rescued you from Douma's imprisonment.
As a result, Giyuu eventually stood up, grabbing his sword and stuffing the blade into its sheath.
You could tell that he was too worn out, mentally facepalming himself.
After all the gush of information that he received today, he could barely understand how exactly he was going to deal with the situation now.
"I...need some time to digest all of this," Giyuu declared.
He pressed his thumb and forefinger against his forehead and continued.
"I won't report you two to the Demon Slayer Corps, but on some conditions that I'll reach out to you later about."
"Thank you," you quietly muttered.
When the Water Pillar took his leave by hopping into the night sky, once again, you were alone with the very dangerous man who could easily tear your limbs apart.
Turning toward Muzan, you noticed that his hair was ruffled and displaced by the wind, and his eyes were darker than an inferno spewing smoke into the atmosphere.
However, contrary to earlier, the deadliness in his gaze had disappeared.
In its place now was warmth, an indescribable meld of affection and sympathy that you had never imagined a demon could hold.
While he stepped closer, your husband's breath stalled when he obviously glanced at your lower abdomen before returning his gaze to your face.
"Why didn't you tell me this sooner?"
You stared down, looking at your feet again.
"I just learned about this today," you whispered in reply, voice brimmed with guilt and a little remorse.
Sighing, Muzan pulled you into his chest, guiding your head to rest on his left shoulder.
"No, no," he asserted. "Don't be apologetic. We should be happy, yeah?"
You slowly nodded.
While burying your head into the little safe space, you could feel his grip on your waist tighten, his arms flexing under the moonlight that spilled past the lush, summer foliage.
Muzan huffed and hummed deep in his throat.
"Let's talk."
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