Mary On A Cross ✔

VI.

Chapter 6: Former Master

“Let’s go,” he grabbed your hand carefully as you two hopped of the carriage into the beauty of a garden. The air was colder than the manor you now lived in for the last two days. “he is kind.”

You nod, even as a writer you never mentioned many people, like the father of Kagaya. Many holes were left, after all one day the manga had to come to an end rather than to give every small detail an explanation.

You walked to the engawa following your fiancé that you slowly started to fall for where the floor across the floor that was filled with grew rocks and flowers that surrounded the garden.
He bowed as a man slowly started to walk forward beside a woman with brown hair and violet eyes that were rather elegant, almost shaped and long lashes.

Beside her she guides a man with that reminded you of Kagaya, his hair was curly that went down to his mid back and some parts were over his shoulders, he had the same haori as Kagaya. The curse was over his face down to his nose. His eyes were blank and dull from lack of sight.

You and Shinjuro bowed before him. Your eyes rose up to see him thru your lashes, “Greetings Oyakata-Sama.”

The man had a smile on his lips as bandages were seen on his arms and neck that were tainted with blood. Making you know that there wasn’t much time before his death.

“good Morning Shinjuro, and . . .”

“Ruka . . . Kamado Ruka, Master.” You said your head bowed, “it is an honour to make your aquatints.”

You saw how his smile widened at the information, “Kamado, are you the sister of Tanjuro?”

A sudden and unfamiliar envy rose your chest making your chest tighten and you realize it was what Ruka felt towards the male.

“yes master,” your voice wavered a bit.

Suddenly rapid but small steps were heard from the engawa, that when you looked up in surprise to see a three year old Kagaya with long raven hair and a yukata on. His hands were up to stabilize his steps.

His eyes were big with life and no curse could be seen.

“Kagaya,” the woman gasped, and grabbed him small body. You already saw that he was sick due to how easily she lifted him up, so he must’ve been born with a weak and fragile body. You were the one who wrote how they would be.

As the boy and the woman left behind the Shoji doors that closed after them.

The small meeting started with him explaining who he was and to wish you good luck on your marriage. He complimented you for being mature and wise, a great candidate to help his son who soon would take over as Master of the organisation.

Your eyes widened, was this canon?

Even as the writer this never happened, maybe this was an AU? Who knew, who cared.

“I will keep that in mind Master.” You respond with a calm tone to the man. You bowed your head in respect even if he couldn’t see you. “I will do anything in my power to help defeat Muzan.”

You purposely designed Ruka similar of female Muzan, after all Ruka was kind of related to him. In some sense she was.

Like that you two were dismissed and you headed back to the carriage to head home. The ride wasn’t so silent as before, you two chatted and flirted like nothing. You touched his hand whenever and he patted you lovingly making your cheeks flush red.

He whispered sweet nothingness to you making you feel something fill up in your heart making it beat faster.

You weren’t stupid to think that you were having a cardiac attack (translate from vac jargon[medic vocabulary]: heart attack), you knew that it meant you started to get nervous and get to feel things towards him.

You always felt like you wanted more of him, you always wanted him closer to you, you wanted – carved his touch.

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When you got home you hugged him good night and headed to your room since the sun had set after dinner time, your hair was longer than the canon Ruka had, hers went to her shoulders (when in braid) and yours a (also in braid) went to your mid back.

Your bangs covered your forehead so you had to cut them the day after.

You changed to a light purple yukata with red lines and went to bed. You didn’t bother to take long unlike other days. You just lid up the candle and sleep.

But that day you didn’t know or even realize that a demon was there watching you. His nose crunched up with the heavy scent of wisteria that started to rise on the room he snuck in.

“Another Kamado,” he muttered his eyes on you, “her lungs are fractured on her left lung, she won’t be able to perform, perfect.”

He felt relieved he didn’t have to waste his time of a teen like you, so he got up ready to leave. But then again, he knew that the head of the Kamado Clan had a son too, the one that could reach the level of that man.

The demon felt a shiver up his spine, that man could have dangerous kids himself, he normally didn’t bother with the current Kamado Clan Members but seeing that many were gaining the marks or were born with them he had to make a move.

He had to kill the current Kamado that breath at the moment, that girl didn’t even know how to use a breath to even perform their family traditional dance that wore off demons.

He sneezed lightly from the poison that finally reached him and so he ran off into the deep dark forest with his kimono and haori swaying behind him.

He stopped as Nakime teleported him to the fortress, “summon Douma and Akaza.”

Without a word back the demon did as told, something Muzan was delighted with, she was his most loyal demon, she didn’t have a rank in combat but was best with the part she had. She guarded the place the best she could and he was thankful for that (not like he’d admit that)

(Akaza was confused why he was suddenly called by his Master, not like he’d say that. He made his mind blank)

Douma appeared with a woman’s leg in his hands blood dripping down his chin from the mess he made, he always was – and will be – a messy eater. His carefree smile on his lips.

He was designed to be cold blooded and ruthless something Muzan was amazed off, a man that in less than two hundred years was ranked second place after Kokushibo with no real emotions and acted like he cared.

Akaza who worked harder and was a demon for longer than him was third, making Muzan be more amazed, maybe woman had more protein that made a demon stronger faster.

Both bowed in fear to the superior and waited for him to say something, none voiced their thoughts – or even dared to think.

“Douma, Akaza, I want you two to head to the Kamado Clan this night,” he started, “and end them!” veins appeared on his cheeks and forehead.

Akaza lifted his head a bit but never met his Master’s eyes, “may I ask a question Master?”

Muzan waved his hand, “yes.”

“is there a reason we are sent to end a clan?” he asked calmly not showing any void of emotion.

Muzan avoided the question and just told them where the Clan resided for the last hundred years. And that the clan was also the semi-big village in that area. And not to let anyone live, and they will be heavenly reworded.

“and bring me the head of Kamado Majuro.”