Reversed Roles

Temari and Arrow Demon

After sending off his "family", Muzan made his way into a nearby alleyway. He tried not to get distracted, but it was hard with his mind reeling from the old memories that resurfaced because of the Demon Slayer who had just confronted him. If it weren't for the crowd and the need to keep up appearances, the boy would have been dead in seconds. Not least of all because of one little thing Muzan was all too familiar with.

The brat had the other hanafuda earring, the one that had been missing when he attacked the Sun Breathers. He didn't fondly remember seeing the last Hanafuda brat with the family, however, so he wondered how he had gotten he hands on it. I could have sworn there was only one! Only one boy who had the earrings!! How could I have missed one of his descendants?!

And then there was the demon he was travelling with. He recognized the boy all too easily. How could he forget the brat who was so much like that man, the child who thought he could actually challenge a being of Muzan's power? But what truly confounded Muzan about the demon boy was the fact Muzan didn't sense any connection to him.

He wasn't even able to read the boy's mind, even with the short distance between them, and he wondered just how that connection had been severed. He hadn't been weakened as he had been when Tamayo slipped from his grasp.

It should have been impossible for that boy to break their connection! He thought the demon had died when their connection was severed, killed by a Demon Slayer that happened upon him. He was a fool to have not looked more into it. Perhaps he could have conquered the sun by now if he had bothered to verify the newborn demon's death.

It didn't matter, though. He would take back the boy and regain control over him. He couldn't afford to have another demon like Tamayo, much less one who had the potential to conquer his greatest weakness.

With the boy's connection to the monster who nearly killed Muzan, to that wretched technique, it was critical that Muzan get his hands on the demon boy again. But first, getting the Demon Slayer out of the way. Because if he had a connection to him as well, he couldn't have him on the loose. Best to nip the threat in the bud before it became a problem.

"I'm not even a little drunk!" Muzan turned to the trio of humans approaching him. All three of them were obviously inebriated to varying degrees, and the younger of the two males stumbled into him. "Hey, watch where you're going!" The man exclaimed.

"My apologies." Muzan replied, fully intending to let the humans go and move on. Not like they were worth his time, anyways.

"Wow, are you okay?" the young man asked, walking until he was in front of Muzan. "You're pretty pale. You look like you could keel over dead any second!" The man was dead in an instant, and the two other humans both reacted as expected. Muzan killed the other male, then turned to the female.

"Tell me... does my complexion look a little too pale?" he asked. "Does looking at me make you concerned for my health? Do I look sickly, like I don't have much time left in this world?" He knelt in front of the woman. "You couldn't be more wrong." he hissed, raising a finger. "I am a being who is infinitely close to perfection. I've never felt more alive." He told the woman, jabbing his finger into her forehead.

"What would happen if I gave you a constant stream of my blood?" He asked, though he already knew the answer. He'd seen it dozens of times. "The human body is weak, it cannot handle the rapid transformation. As a result,"

Unsurprisingly, the woman's cells began reacting to the overload of demonic cells, "Its cells are destroyed." A melting hand reached out to him, then plopped to the ground as the woman's remains dissolved.