IF MUZAN WAS KIND (Muzan x Tamayo)

Prologue: Remedy

It was a sunny spring day in Japan.
People loved the clear blue sky and the touch of the breeze flourishing the land to bloom.
Seems like a very nice day where everybody could enjoy...
Sad thing, one person couldn't experience what fun is.

A man in his middle 20s remained bedridden. He was like this since the moment he was born atleast his parents accompanied him and they were the first to teach him about kindness and how to be grateful about everything.
Sadly, his parents passed away, living everything to Muzan's hands.
He still remembers his mother's quote given to him. As if his mother is still there beside him.
His mother quoted that; "life is worth living and to be grateful with, even if death is too close to you".

Whenever he feels like death is looming over him, he remembers that quote like a prayer that makes him have no doubts to whatever god gave him his life.

A few weeks ago, he hired a private doctor to cure his life-long illness.
Though, the medications the doctor has given him had no effects but to worsen his symptoms, however, he still held onto faith even if treatment doesn't really matter to him anymore.
Any day of his life, he's not afraid anymore if death arrives.

Today, the doctor was supposed to visit him for his daily medications but unfortunately, he never came.

"Haru, have you contacted him?", Muzan asked his servant who bowed down on his presence.
"Unfortunately, no, Master Muzan.", the servant answered.
Muzan gazed down the floor with a blank expression. "Although, I received an intel that the doctor was executed by the Shogunate when the medication offered by the doctor failed to cure the Shogunate's daughter thus meeting her demise.", the servant added.
Muzan didn't gave any expressions upon hearing what happened to the doctor. He simply sighed.
"Is that all?", Muzan asked "Yes...", the servant answered.

Muzan then dismissed his servant as he was left in his room, remaining dazed while looking ahead the scenery between the gaps of the fabric curtains.
Now, he just laid there in acceptance waiting for death to come. There was nothing left for him to live for.
His beloved parents are dead and soon he'll be dead aswell.
Atleast he thinks that he'll be much more happier in heaven with his parents or be reincarnated again in a much more better health.

Muzan then closes his eyes and fell onto a deep sleep.

Later that night,
Muzan woke up as his servant came in to serve him his dinner.

"Master Muzan...", the soft tone of a woman spoke.
"Master Muzan, good evening. I've come to serve you your dinner.", the servant said.
Muzan then sat up.
Since his body has always been weak, he was used to being fed by someone.
"Your dinner tonight are......", the servant spoke but Muzan wasn't able to hear her full sentence.

Muzan simply opened his mouth for a bite of his food. The servant then spoons him a soup then brought it up to his mouth for him to drink it.

After he finished eating and just before the servant could exit his room, he then suddenly vomited, pouring out all of the contents of what he just ate.
His servant gasped in concern and quickly cleans the floor aswell as Muzan as she offered him water after.

"Master Muzan, do you wish to have dinner again?", the concerned servant asked but Muzan shook his head "No. I don't think I want to eat after what just happened.", Muzan said as the servant nodded before leaving his room.

Muzan then laid down on his futon.
"My illness is getting worser...", Muzan muttered to himself as he thinks back to the doctor.
He doesn't want to assume and call the doctor a fraudulent but given from what his servant— Haru told him about, maybe he was indeed a fraud but then again, assuming things about someone is awful.