The Demon Slayer Corps Initiative

"Wait, Is That A Limousine!?"

Climbing back up the concrete staircase behind their home to ground level is like stepping foot into a whole new world entirely. Osaka, a colorful harbor city which never sleeps. The bustling port sitting on the coast was where they resided- essentially one giant commercial and cultural center, where the influx of imports and exports were at an all time high, more so than any other city. Tanjiro and Nezuko particularly attributed their home to its modern architecture, hearty street food, and most importantly, the nightlife.

Seriously, the city was blindingly bright- regardless of whether it was night or day. Once you entered ground level, beyond the poorer districts, there was never a moment of peace or quiet. Tranquility was practically nonexistent.

The hands of the two siblings were intertwined, since it was easy to get lost in the afternoon crowds bustling up and down the streets and across the intersections. They couldn't help but marvel at the ingenious and grandiose architecture surrounding them, especially the magnificent skyscrapers- no matter how many times they would walk by them on the way to school, it never got old. The way the pristine windows glistened underneath the afternoon sun, and how these flashy buildings would sometimes twist and turn in on themselves, and how they sometimes connected to other skyscrapers via bridges, almost as if they were trying to show off. It was even better at night when their surroundings were lit up and sparkling with an elegance that only the higher class possessed.

Of course, the most magnificent structure of them all was Ubayashiki Towers, looming above even the tallest skyscrapers in the city with intricate, impressive landscaping surrounding the perimeter- worthy of a mansion. Nobody had quite seen the inside yet, except for the subordinates of Kagaya and Kagaya's family themselves.

And now here they were, going to see Kagaya Ubayashiki in the flesh.

Tanjiro was pulled out of his nervous milling when he hears Nezuko wince in frustration, almost instinctively lifting her foot up to hold it before deciding against it. "Gods, what possessed me to wear these heels?" she groaned. From the facial expression her grimacing mouth twisted itself into, she appeared just about ready to kick off the torture devices people called shoes. A mischevious smirk arose to Tanjiro's usually kind face, glinting in his scarlet red eyes.

"Perhaps your sweet onii-chan's puppy eyes?" he proposed playfully. He received a scowl and a weak thud on the arm in response, to which he couldn't help but chuckle a bit- his imouto-san was too adorable for her own good sometimes. "You're lucky I love you and that I want to look good for you."

She then subconsciously tugs at her hair swept to the side in a thick braid, tied together with one of her pink ribbons. She nor Tanjiro had no particularly luxurious threads for unprecedented events like this, so she merely settled for a floral cotton dress that she stitched pockets onto the skirt of, along with black heels that Tanjiro persuaded Nezuko to lend from Shinobu. "She had told me she grew to dislike them, anyways," he said to her. "Plus, you'll look good."

She was coming to heavily regret that decision.

Tanjiro had merely settled for an insanely tight blazer suit with satin lapels stitched on, conveniently a loaner from Zenitsu. He had made an effort to polish the shoes that came with it, which resulted in what he would call relative success. His stomach was breastroking in nervous backflips when he tried his best to explain the situation to Zenitsu, yet nothing could've been done to prevent him from screaming and freaking out that one of the richest multibillionares in the world had requested to meet with them.

They eventually arrived from a brisk seven-minute walk to Murata standing on the sidewalk next to an elegant black limousine parked near the curb, its shining exterior glistening underneath the bright, late afternoon sun with a lustrous sheen like no other. "I'm so glad you could make it! We're very happy to be hearing from you again so soon, and also pleased that you accepted the invitation!" he exclaimed with a sincere grin on his face.

Tanjiro nodded, nervously shuffling his feet. "We both figured that we shouldn't keep Director Ubayashiki waiting... I'm sure he's quite a busy man."

"That he is, but you two must be very important if he wishes to make time for you!" Murata replied enthusiastically. "Well? Come on in, Mister and Miss Kamado. It is fairly a long ride!"

Tanjiro and Nezuko awkwardly assemble in front of the car door, wanting to climb inside... only to scramble backwards in surprise back onto the sidewalk. The car doors appeared hinged at the roof, lifting themselves up and detaching from the sides and the bottom to rather dramatically reveal the luxuriously designed insides. "Falcon doors!?" Nezuko exclaimed, the corners of her mouth caught in a stupidly wide grin. "Seriously!?"

She immediately scrambled inside the car, Tanjiro following closely behind as he awkwardly clambered into one of the behind his enthusiastic younger sister. One mere click of the screen on the dashboard from Murata and the doors were back down again. All of a sudden, this situation became slightly more claustrophobic for poor Tanjiro. He's once again pulled out of his thoughts by Nezuko blissfully inhaling the air once the car pulled away from the curb, as once again he's reminded to gingerly buckle the seatbelt in. "Ohhh, that new car smell is simply divine, brother. I must say, anyone of our position could get used to this kind of life of luxu- shit, is that a mini-fridge!?" she exclaimed, eagerly opening one of the compartments to reveal a series of fresh, tantalizing snacks and beverages inside.

"Ramune, ohagi, konpeito, sakuramochi, and coffee jelly!" she squealed, counting the sweets inside the fridge with euphoric anticipation. "Brother, we're feasting this afternoon!" she exclaimed before Tanjiro shook his head and sighed in exasperation. "Not so fast, Nezuko- remember what we came here for originally."

"Ah, right, right."

Murata turned around to the burgundy-haired boy. "No need to be so formal, Mister Kamado- please feel free to help yourself to any refreshments you like!" he offered generously. The amount of sincerity this young man had warmed Tanjiro's heart.

"Oh, no- no, thank you, really, we're just surprised that there's- Nezuko!" he exclaimed with a horrified expression, jaw agape as he turned to his sister already unceremoniously popping heaps of konpeito in her mouth. "Whght?" she asks with her mouth full. The wide, innocent eyes she gives her brother never fails. "Ih jgst culdn'n rsghst!"

Tanjiro couldn't help but internally facepalm.

He was so dead when they get back home.