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Muzan Kibutsuji

Miyuki's POV

"You..." My hands, legs, lips, my whole body trembles from the sudden influx of over 200 years of memories. 

I see flashes of another life, moments of joy, happiness, intimacy and sorrow, all experienced alongside this man before he became the demon he is now.

Tanjirou prepares to draw his sword but stops when we hear a small voice. "Dad!"

My eyes snap open at the call, Muzan turns more, revealing the child. I see a little girl in my husband, well ex-husband's arms. "Dad?!" I ask in disbelief.

The fact that Muzan was carrying a child stops Tanjiro who hesitates, his hand on his sword hilt. 

"Nee-.. Nee-San, he is.. he's the.." Tanjiro stammered, his voice shaking. Muzan smirked, mockingly scoffing under his breath, "Nee-San, huh?"

"Daddy." The little girl looks up at Muzan with innocent eyes. "Daddy, who are these people?" she asks, her voice sweet and curious.

Muzan's expression softens as he looks down at her and cooed, "It's all right. Don't worry." 

"Wow, my blood pressure." I was seething with anger while Tanjirou looked utterly shaken. 

"He's... He's... He's..." Tanjirou stammered, his face reflecting the realization that Muzan was living here, pretending to be human.

"Is there something I can do for you? You seem to be quite flustered," Muzan asked, his tone almost mocking. I scowled, unsure if he was acting or genuinely oblivious. 

'How could he forget about me after a thousand years?'

A/N: Seriously, Muzan? A thousand years and you forget her just like that? Someone needs to work on his memory skills!

"Oh, my. What's going on?" A woman approached, placing a hand on Muzan's shoulder, and it pissed me off even more.

"Mother!" the girl called out, running into the woman's arms who carries very. "Haha! Mother, huh?!" I held my head, my anger blazing. 

After all those years together, he not only moved on but had a baby with someone else—someone human, no less? I might sound like an ex-girlfriend ranting, but that's exactly what I am.

"They're humans!" Tanjirou whispered, covering his mouth and gripping my clothes. Muzan had a wife and daughter. They must not be aware that he's a demon.

"Honey, do you know them?" the woman asked, glancing between us. Muzan maintained eye contact with me and replied, mockingly, "No, much to my consternation, I've never seen then before."

Snap

A/N: That was the thread of Miyuki's patience snapping.

I clenched my fists, my heart pounding. "What did you say?" I demanded, stepping closer.

"Who are you, miss?" Muzan asked, his tone indifferent. Slap. I slapped his cheek, and his eyes widened in shock.

"I'll ask again. What did you say?" I pressed, my voice seething with anger.

Muzan took a deep breath, "I said I don't know—" about to respond, but I slapped him again, his face turned from me, this time sending his hat tumbling to the ground.

"Muzan Kibutsuji, I'll give you one last chance. What did you say?!" I glared at him, my anger flaring as I recalled my final words before dying: "Don't forget about me."

Muzan's face hardened, his eyes narrowing. 

"Miss, you must've misunderstood, he's not Muza—" The woman beside him stepped forward, but I cut her off with a menacing look.