Fight

Part 9

"Don't ever touch my little sister again you dirty pig," Rui hissed, twisting Zenitsus wrist.

Zenitsu whimpered ans tried to pull away. 

"Nezuko help me please," he begged.

Nezuko took a step backwards as her stomach filled with inner turmoil. She felt a need to make Rui stop because she felt bad for Zenitsu, but she didn't want to disrespect Rui's actions for her. She felt a warm pair of hands clasp her shoulders, giving them a squeeze in a comforting manner. Nezuko looked back to see Muichiro. Their eyes met and Muichiro gave a small smile and a nod as if signing to her not to step in before looking back at the situation in front of them. She felt a small breeze of relief blow through her. Before she looked back she saw Muichiros expression change into something that confused Nezuko. When he looked at Zenitsu he seemed to have a victorious smirk that made her heart flutter. Nezuko looked back to the scene unfolding infront of her, trying to hide the pink that dusted her cheeks.

Tanjiro grabbed Ruis wrist trying to get him to let go of Zenitsu.

"Hey calm down, your hurting him," Tanjiro tried to calm the situation.

"How does it feel to defend someone who was harassed your sister," Daki snapped taking a step towards Tanjiro.

Giyu stepped in front of Dakis path, shooting daggers at her with his eyes. Tanjiro flinched back, letting go of Ruis wrist, as though Dakis words had actually caused him physical harm. He looked to Nezuko with a guilty look, wanting reassurance. Nezuko was going to talk but she felt Muichiros hands pull away and a new pair of arms wrap around her shoulders while some ones chin rested on her head.

Doumas voice vibrated against the top of her head. "I wouldn't get involved."

Nezuko could hear the smile in his voice and she tried to turn and see him but she found she couldn't twist the right way. She saw Muichiro though and he was giving Douma an angry look, but Douma didn't pay it any attention.

"You guys looked really cute standing next to each other," Douma whispered

What was once a soft dusting of pink on Nezukos cheeks was then a bright red. She felt the hum of Doumas laugh on her head as she buried her head in her hands. By the time she was finally able to look up, the situation seem to have resolved but there still was a dark anger in the air.

Then the matches began.

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