Muzan was sprinting away from Yoriichi, his arm bleeding and nearly severed, his run slowing down from exhaustion, he was going to pass out from blood loss. He ran for miles from him, he ran into a busy colorful night village, Bourou. He turned a corner in a alleyway and hid in a "empty" dumpster.
"Where'd you go you damn demon.."
Yoriichi walked right past the dumpster and turned another corner, Muzan was feeling dizzy and wasted in the dumpster. He immediately jumped out after he realized what that dumpster was for. Drugs. A better example, weed. He coughed and ran off, he was glad he didn't stay in there another second, he would have been addicted.
He made it back to the woods, letting out a sigh of relief. Before getting a hard sword chop to his head, his brain twitching and exposed. His skull cut and bleeding. All of the brain liquid pouring out.
He fell to the ground in pain, coughing from the aftermath of the drugs, and screaming in pain from the brain chop.
"Finally fucking found you."
Then, Yoriichi was sliced like sushi, the multiple pieces of his flesh and bones fell to the ground. Kokushibo was responsible for that. He ran over to Muzan with his now rotting, exposed brain and skull.
"Why do you always get in trouble with these horrible people and situations?!"
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• . Amnesia's Ghosts . •
FanfictionAfter Muzan's fight with Yoriichi, a wound leaves him with memory loss he doesn't notice until years later. He began doing regrettable things to himself, when Kokushibo finds out, he has to figure out a plan to get Muzan to trust him so he can help...
