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ㅤ ───────────── .°୭̥ ❁ ˎˊ˗ YOU LET OUT A QUIET YAWN AS YOU SHUFFLE TO GRAB ANOTHER HEAP OF PRESENTS FOR WARABIHIME OIRAN.
that is all you've been doing these past days, back and forth getting presents to give to warabihime.
you hope that everyone else is okay.
you had yet to come across any demons, or uzui's wife. you had been taking quick peeks into any room you pass, but you have found nothing.
but with that, you had also yet to meet warabihime. she always seemed to be out somewhere when you would drop the gifts off.
you sigh quietly and grab a whole bunch of presents, trying to get as many as you can so you have time to search around a bit more. placing the presents on your shoulders and in your arms you venture back down the halls.
the girls in the house were constantly muttering about you, they would say things like 'how did she even get in here? that hair is atrocious..', or 'she's probably only here for attention'
but you ignored it all, and everyone basically. uzui had told you to speak in a kinder voice instead of your usual monotonous one, but you had tried and it didn't turn out well. so you settled for staying silent.
you reach warabihime's door once more, about to place the presents down when an overbearingly terrifying aura reaches your senses.
you freeze.
"what are you doing by my room?" a slick voice hits your ears.
you gulp, "i have been ordered to deliver your gifts, warabihime oiran" you say casually, trying to sound kind but awfully failing.
you feel her eye you up and down as you stare to the ground.
"turn around and face me"
you close your eyes and take a deep breath, slowly turning around and meeting her eyes.
she was just slightly shorter than you, but still eye level.
she had slanted yellowish-green eyes and black hair tied up like every oiran.
she looks at your hair, then to your eyes, then to your scar.
"rather unique features, no?" she reaches her hand forward, grabbing a strand of your hair.
"it's genetic" you say simply.
she hums, narrowing her eyes slightly,
red and white hair.. this must be the slayer muzan-sama wants. she's quite cute
warabihime retracts her hand, "well, then. you may go now. leave my gifts there"
you nod and wordlessly place everything down, bowing to her before walking away.
once you're out of her sight you clench your fist,
that aura.. so terrifying. that was definitely the demon.. and she felt stronger than any i have faced before
you rub your arms, which were covered in goosebumps and look around, making sure warabihime was entirely gone before trotting silently over to where zenitsu was assigned to be playing the samisen.
you had yet to come across him again, either. he was stuck playing instruments all day, which was on the other half of the brothel than you were.
you freeze and turn up as you hear something rattling in the roof, narrowing your eyes but dismissing it.
you make it to zenitsu's room, reaching your hand out to slide the door open, only to gasp slightly as your wrist is seized by a pinkish but of fabric with a black and blue flower and golden stripes.
you grunt and pull back, going towards hit out only for it to come out muffled.
your eyes go wide as your body is forced to go limp and your shot up into the roof, feeling your vision go dark and your eyes finally shutting.
. ˚◞♡ ⃗ 🕊*ೃ༄ THE FOOR SLIDES OPEN, A HEAD PEEKING OUT.
"hello?" zenitsu calls out, he had heard a bang outside the room just a moment ago.
he raises an eyebrow but shrugs, going to go back inside only to pause, drifting his eyes back to the floor.
he crouches down with wide eyes, picking something up and staring at it.
a piece of fabric, with a cherry blossom pattern. the same pattern as the kimono you were wearing.
he quickly whines it i'm his pocket, furrowing his eyebrows,
i'll have to show this to tanjiro! ㅤ ───────────── .°୭̥ ❁ ˎˊ˗
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