Stories Of Muzan Kibutsuji

Fedora Man In The Rain

Muzan Kibutsuji walked in the rain, the sky rumbling as thunder and lightening struck.

Rain pouring down from people's houses.

Thunder stirked again, this time louder.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Muzan Kibutsuji knocked on a house and waited, a murderous atmosphere surrounding him.

The shoji doors rolled open to reveal a woman in a blue yukata.

"Can I help you?"The woman asked, wondering what a man like him was doing standing in the rain.

"Hello,"Muzan started."I was wondering around here when it started raining, can you help me?"

"Mmm...Yes, come in!"

The woman made way for him.

Muzan stepped in, his fedora securing half of his face.

"Hiko!"The woman suddenly called.

A boy stepped into the room before yawning."What is it mom?"

"Get this man a duvet."She commanded.

"Man...?"Hiko trailed before glancing over to Muzan, the boy gasped.

"Hiko, did you not hear me?"His mother asked harshly.

"Yes mom."He said before walking away.

"Sorry about Hiko."His mother apologized.

Muzan smiled."No worries."

He heard footsteps and turned.

Hiko held out a duvet to him, a sweat bead on his head.

Muzan took it."Thank you."

"Mmm...mom."The boy started hesitantly.

"Mmm?"His mother hummed.

"Can I go check on the pigs in the sty?"Hiko asked.

"In the rain and even in the night?"His mother questioned.

The boy looked at Muzan uneasily, murderer."No big deal, if the is a problem I would scream."

"Mmm... Okay."Hiko's mother said.

Hiko hurried away.

Hiko's mother sighed."Sorry about Hiko, he is always like that."

Muzan decided, he had a enough.

Blood spattered on the walls as Muzan slashed the woman's neck with his sharpened fingernails.

Her body fell to the ground, blood flowing rapidly.

He slid open a shoji door to see a man lying on a futon, Muzan walked towards him.

Blood spattered rapidly on the walls as Muzan stabbed him.

He stood up, now where was the boy?

Rain poured from the sky, thunder rumbling.

Muzan stared the sty filled with nothing but pigs grunting.

It was clear.

The boy had gotten away, a vein popped on his head in anger.

Blood spattered on the walls of the sty and the grunting of the pigs went silent.