The Light

The past is precious and the Present a gift

We write the sengoku era. The Golden Age of demon Slayers.

Muzan Kibutzuji had just encountered Yorrichi and lost the battle leaving him scarred for eternity. After he split into 1800 pieces Yorrichi almost cut all of them. But a few managed to escape.
In a near by village they rearranged and formed back Muzans body.
To say that he was angry was an understatement. He was mad, beyond that he was fuming with anger and to top that he still hasn't regenerated fully. He needed food. Now. 
Slowly he stood up supporting himself at a nearby wall. He stumbled out of the alleyway he was hiding in. After a few minutes His body fully regenerated. To his Luck there was a festival and many humans gathered around stands and bars. He chuckled. Finally a feast. He slowly made his way to one of the stands preparing to devour the people there. But something else catches his attention, a smell, oddly familiar jet so new. It smelled ... perfect. He quickly followed the scent not paying attention to anything else. 

The Origin of said smell was a woman seemingly around 24 her red kimono complimented her green eyes. Her brown hair Being held by a hairpin. She was picking flowers a little outside the festival. She wasn't paying attention to her surroundings like she usually would.

Muzan slowly came closer Fangs fully displayed. But something stopped him something said to him that this delicate and fragile shall survive this encounter. «good evening» said the woman. Muzan stopped in his tracks. How did she notice him? He completely covers his presents?He decided to speak to her. This human was interesting after all.
«Good evening to you too m'lady» he smirked and came closer. The woman stopped and looked him in the eye. Emerald green eyes stared into his ruby red ones.
«My name is Kira» she stated and offered her hand for a kiss. Muzan thought for a mere second but decided to tell her his real name. «Muzan Kibutzuji» he answers and took her hand, planting a small kiss on it. She didn't tel him her last name and he decided that she did not for a specific reason. He would find out sooner or later
«How can I Help you Mr. Kibutzuji? She asked.
«Please just Muzan and I just so happen to see you picking flowers by yourself and wanted to invite you to a drink» he cursed himself. Why did he offer her a first name Basis? But the damage was done as she shock her head in agreement and u it both of them walked back into the bright streets of the Village. Muzan bought a few drinks. And with bought I mean threaten the poor man who was selling the drinks with immediate death. The Female startet to warm up a bit and began to speak more. But other than Muzan she wasn't immune to Alkohol and was even with her high tolerance completely wasted in no time. After the 14 Glas she passed out.

Kira POV
I awoke in a bed. Correction it was a futon mat witch was rolled out in a large room. Traditional Japanese paintings and Vases were the only decoration this room possessed. I looked down. Someone opened by clothing, just a bit, though I could see my cleavage. I wasn't panicking, god knows there are better things to do in this situation and I just couldn't be bothered with panic or fear. I slowly stood up feeling the aftermath from the Alkohol. It was still night. I knew that even when there were no Windows in this room.
Ok first things first. Where am I, Who am I Who brought me here and why am I here.
I don't know where I am, my Name is Kira, I assume the man from last night brought me here but I don't know why I am here. Great start a 50/50 Answer i see

I went to the door to check where I am, but it was opened. The man, no Muzan stood there with a tray of Tea in hand. «you are awake I see» he begins to speak. «Where am I?» I ask completely ignoring Muzan. «you are in my house.» he answered. «you should lie down again you catchend quite  a fever.» he said, placing the tray of tea down and starting to  walk towards me.

3rd Person pov
She slowly backed away as Muzan approached her. He pushed her pack on the futon and placed a hand on her cheek. She had done something to him, a warm feeling he couldn't explain began existing in his chest.

She slapped his hand away sprinting towards the door. She was fast. Very fast. Inhumanly fast. Bevor he could even react she ran through the corridors and reached the exit. She pulled open the door and stopped in her tracks. Several body's low bevor her. Empty eyes and mangelt and gruesome twisted limps lying around the street. All people witch she saw at the festival. That meant She wasn't far away from the festival. Good. Her head hurt not only from the hangover but also from suppressing her true form. She held her head wich gave Muzan an opportunity to grab her by the neck and drag her back in the House. He brought her back in the room and pinned her onto the futon.  «How. Dare. You.» he spat in her face his plum red eyes glowing and his nails rapidly sharpening. She just stared at him not even considering to be scared. She knew 2 options: he would try to kill her and fail , which would result in her killing him or he would not kill her. Simple. Suddenly his gaze softens. a sense of Deja-vou overwhelmed him. He slowly leans down and planted his lips on hers.

Now that she didn't expect. But slowly growing familiar at this feeling she kissed back. Slow kisses were soon heated and he slowly started to undo her Kimono fully. Clothes were flung around the room. As he looked at her he noticed that she had strong arms and a well build figure. Very athletic. She looked at his exposed body suppressing her nosebleed as she rushes (ha Roblox doors) towards him and kisses him eagerly. He traced every curve of her body bevor he went down

After that
They both layer next to each other clothes flung across the room. Kira With her head on Muzans chest was trying to catch her breath knowing that she couldn't hold her true from in for much longer. She set up. Muzan opened his eyes and stared at her. «Something wrong?» he asks. She slowly turned her head to him and finally showed her true form. Her hair changed colors from Brown to silver white. Her skin got even paler and her eyes were completely blank. From her nose to her forehead was a black stripe with white moon symbols changing from raising to waining moons. Her nails and toenails grew sharper and she grew razor sharp fangs. Her hair was longer now reaching  to ankles started to float ( like in the legends of shera) she stood up. Now being a bit taler than before. She turns completely to face him.

Muzan pov
I didn't expect that to happen. I looked at her for a good while. I can't remember turning her into a demon. What is she? Her body made significant changes.I stood up. She didn't back away. I moved closer and touched a strand of her floating white hair. It was softer than before. I placed a hand on her cheek. She leaned into my touch.«this feels Familiar.» her voice also changed. She sounds more mature. Her whole appearance was more elegant. «I know my dear.» I said. I locked into her eyes and stated.
«I'm definitely keeping you my love~.»