Faithless (Muzan x Reader)

7

"Muzan?! What are you-"

Muzan stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

"Y/N, who is this? And why is he covered in blood...?" My mother said.

"He's...my classmate..." I said.

"Wrong answer, Y/N. I'm disappointed in you." Muzan said.

"Tanjiro, take everyone else upstairs and hide." I heard my father whisper.

"No one is going anywhere." Muzan said.

Muzan put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around, making me face my family.

"I'm not just her classmate." Muzan said.

Muzan's hands slid down and held onto the side of my hips.

Is he seriously doing this in front of my family?

He leaned his head on my shoulder.

"She's my future wife." He hissed.

My parents gasped. Tanjiro looked horrified.

Nezuko had tears in her eyes.

How the hell do I know her name? If that even is her name in the first place.

"Y/N...I can't believe this..." My mother cried.

"Mother...it's not what you-"

"No...I don't want to hear it!" My mother ran out of the room, sobbing.

"You're dating a murderer...how could you..." My father glared at me.

I tried to say something, but Muzan covered my mouth with his hand.

"Shh. Don't waste your time." He said, kissing the side of my face.

"Enough...enough! I don't wanna see this anymore!" Tanjiro yelled, running towards us.

He tried to push Muzan away from me.

"And what do you think you're doing?" Muzan said, staring at him.

"There's no way my sister could love someone like you! Just who did you murder before coming here?!" Tanjiro yelled.

Muzan paused, then began laughing.

He stroked the side of my cheek.

"Y/N, why don't you call Yoriichi? Ask him how he's doing." Muzan said.

My heart dropped. I hope it's not what I think it is.

"You killed him...right?" I whispered.

"Huh? No, of course not. I can't even land a single hit on that guy." Muzan said.

I gave a sigh of relief.

"Then who did you ki-"

"Douma."

My heart dropped once again.

I pulled away from Muzan and looked at him in horror.

"I killed Douma." He said.

I was speechless.

"What did he even do to you?!" I yelled.

Muzan shrugged.

"He was bad at the game. Not my fault. Maybe next time he should choose a better character to fight with." Muzan said.

"Wait, you're talking about a video game?" I said.

"What else am I talking about?!" Muzan said.

"Then if you didn't kill Yoriichi or Douma, then who-"

"This is paint."

"Eh?"

"Couldn't you smell it at all?" Muzan said.

I shook my head.

Muzan sighed, then walked over to me and pushed me against him.

The smell of paint.

"Oh." I said. "But how did this even happen?"

"I walked past this area where they were painting a billboard of some sort. The man working there dropped an entire paint bucket on me by accident. And of course, it had to be red paint. Out of every other colour." Muzan said.

"You're lying." Tanjiro said.

He looked at me, than at Muzan.

"I have a strong sense of smell. And I could smell blood as soon as you stepped inside."

He slowly walked up to Muzan.

"You're not a human. And I know it." He said.

Muzan looked at me.

"What is your brother talking about?" He laughed.

Tanjiro grabbed Muzan's wrist.

"You made me kill her. Remember?" He said.

Muzan immediately stopped laughing and went silent.

Tanjiro looked back at me.

"Y/N. I know you couldn't remember anything back then. You can't remember anything now, can you?" He said.

I shook my head. I was too stunned to speak.

Both Douma and Tanjiro believe that we were all reincarnated.

How is that possible?

Tanjiro tightened the grip on Muzan's wrist.

"You erased her memory, didn't you? You're a demon, Muzan! A monster! You killed my family and now you're trying to kill them again!" Tanjiro yelled.

Tanjiro took a deep breath.

"I wish you never existed. I wish Yoriichi just killed you back then!!!!"

Muzan grabbed Tanjiro with his other arm and pushed him away from him.

"You're insane." Muzan said, coldly.

Muzan looked at Nezuko, who was shivering in fear.

"Why so scared? I am your future brother in law, after all." Muzan laughed.

"Muzan." I said.

"What is it, my dear?" Muzan said, putting his hands on my waist.

"We're not even dating. So why do you want to marry me?" I said.

Muzan slid his hands against my thighs.

"Because I want you all to myself." He whispered.