The Rainbow Eyed Devil and His Songbird

Homeless

His temple had been through a terrible disaster.

Oh who was he kidding, it was Muzan.

He had simply made note of his lord's inability to get along with anyone.

His lord just made the note back to him, that he never had anything made by himself, it had all stemmed from what his parents had created. Not anything of his own making.

Then he destroyed his temple and told him to try to make relationships now.

Douma pouts, throwing his hat away, seeing no need for it now, morphing his normal clothes into a red kimono.

His lord knows he had no emotions, how was he supposed to have a stable food supply now? His temple was perfect and now it was no more. He wasn't like Akaza, a dog that needed to run around after being ordered.

He will say he did try to find what was left of the pretty ones to devour but it was all scattered parts by the time he got there.

It was his territory, his den that he never needed to leave. Now he was smoked out like a fox, forced to wander and hope not to run into a hunter.

A hunter looking to cut off his head.

For now, he will look for a new territory because he doesn't much care to rebuild in the area where burnt rumble lays.

—
He did visit the holders of Uppermoon Six, just to get his bearings before he went off on a much-needed journey.

He explored a lot of Japan, eating whatever women he could. Some were more bitter than others, some more delicious.

But no place was what he sought.

He was homeless.

He had no home.

The temple was a home because people were waiting for him, expecting him to be there.

He needs someone, just one, to prove his point to Muzan, that he can do for himself.

—
He tried to form another cult for a few years.

It didn't work out, and he got a bit greedy and ate one of his ten followers at the time prematurely. A woman who was begging for death.

He just continued on his way around Japan, stopping once at Gyokko's pottery shop to see what he had available to the public. He would scroll before shrugging but does find it ingenious how he could possibly pop from any one of these pots.

But he doesn't bother with getting one, going on his way to purchase an umbrella at the neighboring shop to travel a bit at dusk and dawn.

He would ask for a place to stay, most of the time turned down because of whatever reason, most time the husband didn't like how their wives suddenly get flirty with him at the door.

If they look delicious enough, he would return that night, killing both and letting the local demon to take the fall for his actions when a slayer is sent. He would stay if he does encounter the slayer and does become a short entertainment, though he does play more with the female ones.

—
One day, after seven years, since he lost his temple, he comes upon Kotoha.

Kotoha was getting last-minute water from a stream, heavy in the belly and soon to have her child.

So soon that she begins having contractions when he is humming his way to the next town he pauses, having her hear cries of pain.

He soon gets there, tilting his head, debating on what to do and simply offers his help.

She doesn't care for he was helping her with the miracle of childbirth. He would lift her up and take her to where she instructed, even though the contractions were coming faster than ever.

Strange how the young soon-to-be mother came to trust him so quickly.

Her husband was not at all happy when he came home smelling of liquor to a stranger holding his newborn son and his wife panting with blood all over his arms.

Douma would explain himself with a smile, a miracle that the woman didn't die at his hands but her son was adorable as he squirmed after he had cleaned him in warm water.

Kotoha made the argument for him to stay, as a thank you for helping.

He would 'sleep' near the door, watching as the husband grumbled as he went to sleep not at all giving attention to his wife or new son. Douma would, especially when Inosuke, as Kotoha would say with a smile, would begin to cry as his mother was just too exhausted from the birth.

Morning was coming and he was about to leave when his sleeve was grabbed.

He would raise a brow.

"Please, come back whenever you want."

—
How baffling.

He finds himself returning every week.

Inosuke gets bigger and bigger. Douma would laugh, playing with the baby as he became more mobile.

How odd his heart felt as Kotoha sang her lullabies and asked if he wanted anything to eat.

"Oh, I could just eat Inosuke up." Both he and Kotoha laughed at his comment.

He would kill her husband one evening, not liking how he came to both her and Inosuke bruised, the warm feeling he had been spoiled at not seeing them smile.

She would cry once before he took her hand, saying he would take care of her. Even with his odd habits of staying away from the sun.

For she had done the greatest thing.

She made him feel at home.