IF MUZAN WAS KIND (Muzan x Tamayo)

Chapter 2: Muzan's Past/Pt. 1

(Heian Period)

After the incident, Muzan was on a state of deep contemplation.
He pondered in hours how he led to be a monster.
The incident scarred him to the point that he can't stand seeing his own reflection.
He felt like someone was inside him, tugging him down to where he is sealed so he can take control over him to do malice onto this peaceful world.

For days, he stayed inside his home.
Muzan tried eating normal food but he kept throwing it all up like it was poisoning him.
He tried eating a normal food so many times but it didn't work.

"Buddha, please forgive me for I have wasted another meal...",

As hours passed, his throat started heating and itching. It felt like his throat was burning. He was thirsty and in need to eat though he didn't wish to.

His hunger turned him in-rage as he threw a tantrum all over the house.
Wrecking everything in sight as he was slowly losing his sanity.

"Why, why, why, why, why, why, WHY?! Why am I like this??!?!?!", Muzan had a breakdown as he gripped his long hair.

He then saw his own reflection on the mirror as he punched it, breaking the glass into a million pieces.

His knuckles bleed out from the force. His mouth watered at the sight of his own blood.
He hesitated at first but then started sucking on it.
His own blood tasted bland.
It had no taste. It was like water.

The wound then regenerated that stopped Muzan from drinking and surprised him.
Even though he had drunk more than an ounce, it wasn't enough. His hunger was still there.

"I'm still hungry...", Muzan murmured.
In the distant, at the gap between the curtains, he saw a hen wandering near his home.
Muzan started quivering at the sight of the chicken. He could hear its heartbeat pounding from meters away.

Muzan crawled gently towards the curtains.
He then reached his hand out but then flinched as his fingertips started burning.
Muzan blew his hand to decrease the pain.
"W-what was that?", Muzan stammered. "Am I... sensitive to sunlight?", Muzan muttered the question to himself.

As the burn slowly healed, Muzan opened the curtains gently as he decides to lure the chicken in by imitating its sounds.

"Cluk, cluk, cluk, cluk~", Muzan mimicked as the chicken's head bobbed at the sound as it slowly approaches closer.
"Cluk, cluk, cluk, cluk, cluk~!", Muzan uttered as the chicken managed its way in when it flew over, stepping in inside.

At a nick of seconds, Muzan quickly dashed towards the chicken with his hands stretched out.

Muzan was about to devour the hen when he stopped as he hears small chirps.
He lifted his head up and saw that in the distance there were baby chicks wandering near his home.

His grip onto the hen softened as he placed her down on his lap and caressed its white feathers.
"I..I couldn't eat you. You have children.", Muzan spoke as a tear escaped from his eyes.

Muzan took a blanket as he used it to cover his hands as he got up while holding the hen to free it.

Muzan sat there as he watches the mother hen rush to her babies.

Now, his situation was getting harder for him.
Muzan then collapsed on the floor as he hugged himself tightly.
In his mind, he would rather starve and die rather than eating his own kind and a number of innocent animals.

His eyes slowly began to close when he saw a rat sprinting off towards the corner.
Muzan urge himself to not eat it but his hunger strangled his insides. It was painful.
"I have to this... I've eaten cooked animals before but it seems... it became so much difficult for me now... now that I'm no longer human..", Muzan muttered "But I have to.", Muzan added.
He slowly stood up then snatched the rat.