Tsunami of Dead Tears: Part 2

Chapter 29

"I'll be a good girl, daddy! I promise!"

That was the last thing Muzan heard from his 'daughter' before the car she was in drove off to her aunt's place.

The stars seemed to twinkle a little brighter as Muzan gazed up at them. An entire day had passed since their conversation in the hallway, and since then, Muzan had been thinking a lot about what he wanted to do. He had gotten over his existential crisis, and had decided to put his faith in the Kamado girl. He had started studying her, and the problems that he had initially thought would make transference of abilities impossible weren't all that bad. There was still a few good ways to test on her and observe what made her so special.

All of that thought was immediately thrown out the window when Tsuka slid her right arm around his right arm.

I will never get used to this, will I? Muzan thought. It had been one thing to act like he was interested in her. It was a completely different thing to actually be interested. He hadn't completely abandoned what Tsuka could offer to his now-unpredictable life. After all, since the Kamado was another guess in a whole line of guesses, it's better to look around for alternatives.

"Are you excited?" Tsuka asked.

"I guess." Muzan shrugged. It was a relief to not have to act like her husband all that much, since his constant silver-tongued comments would only make him want to gag.

Chuckling, Tsuka started walking.

Muzan was practically being dragged around, as he had absolutely no idea where they would be going. Tsuka had insisted that he wouldn't spoil his own surprise, but at this point, nothing would surprise him in a place as bland and normal as this. He was the literal king of demons, after all.

They passed a local beauty shop flooded in yellow light, with beautiful skirts and dresses displayed from the store window. Muzan was a man who understood craftsmanship, and he knew a good work of art when he saw one. It was the one aspect about humans that didn't strike him as pathetic. Their mortality pushes them to seek a purpose in life. An immortal being like Muzan would inevitably have grand and prideful desires, but there is respect to be had to enduring the horrors temporary life, and even thriving in it.

"Ah, seems like you're taking a liking to those dresses, my dear." Tsuka said, noticing how long Muzan's eyes lingered on the shop.

"I do." Muzan confirmed. "I've always admired the occupation of a tailor. Such skill needed to craft the perfect suit or dress."

Muzan waited for Tsuka to respond to this, but she never did. Confused, he turned his head to look at her.

She was pouting.

"Did I... say something wrong?" Muzan asked.

Tsuka, upon hearing this, broke into laughter. "No, no, it's fine. I just expected you to say something about how I would look good in a dress like that. It's the kind of compliment I would expect."

As prideful as Muzan was, he couldn't have Tsuka being upset with him. That would spoil both his alias and his alternative path to a new life. "Er- sorry, Tsuka. I should have paid more attention to the fact that you were with me."

"It's fine, trust me!" Tsuka waved off. "I mean... at least I get to know a little more about you. The REAL you."

Muzan suddenly felt his gut sink. It wasn't normal for him to be observed like this, even if he was doing it intentionally.

But before he could mentally scold himself any further, he heard screams in front of him. His demon instincts immediately kicked in, and he tensed, subconsciously pulling Tsuka closer to him in the process.