The Adventures of Mini Muzan

Feast

Muzan: Bold Letters

Y/N: Normal Letters

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Today was a big day in the Infinity Fortress. Why? It was New Years Eve, and because of constant whining and convincing from Y/N, Muzan decided to comply with her wishes.

'She's gonna make it hell for me if I don't listen to her.'

She already did but he was too dumb to realise. 5 brains were not braining.

Muzan sat comfortably in the Uppermoon's shirt pocket while she ran around every nook and cranny of the fortress, decorating it with the help of her Blood Demon Art.

"Confetti here! Balloons there! Party hats here!" she exclaimed every time she finished with a part of her preparations.

"Muzan-sama, do you drink?" she asked curiously. Muzan deadpanned at her question, of course he drank, wasn't that obvious considering his age?

"No." he replied sarcastically.

Y/N knew that, so she smiled, "Too bad, you won't be able to enjoy the exclusive Blood Wine I made from Marechi blood."

"..."

She laughed, "My apologies, Muzan-sama." her expression contradictory to her words.

Muzan decided to let her behaviour slide off for now, it was something unlike him but he didn't question it.

His ego would never allow him to question himself.

"So you decided to call every Uppermoon?"

"Yeah, but Rui and Enmu wanted to tag along as well and I couldn't refuse them so... they'll be here too hehe."

Muzan's face cringed at the thought of Enmu, 'He makes me uncomfortable.' (Same Muzan, same.) But Muzan couldn't let himself be affected, his pride (once again) wouldn't allow it.

"Nakime-san, can we have a kitchen? I want to eat cooked meat today!" She chimed, smiling so bright that Nakime quickly designed a kitchen for her.

How could anyone refuse to the precious Uppermoon? Nakime surely couldn't, Muzan was still to be questioned about it.

"Y/N, I am not goi-- ...."

"Yes you will. I'm in charge!" she strictly said, handing Muzan a small blade substituting for a knife and a human eyeball. "Now separate the nerves from the eye, I'll show you how things are to be done."

Muzan had no choice. Well, atleast he had a nice cooking lesson.