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Desperate Souls

Miyuki's POV

The pit felt like an endless labyrinth. As I wandered through the seemingly infinite wooden rooms, halls, and moving corridors, even as I roamed, I couldn't tell how much time had passed. 

The place defied the laws of physics, allowing me to walk upright, upside down, or perpendicular to the walls. "Where the fuck am I?" I muttered, disoriented.

Suddenly, I heard the strum of a shamisen string, and the surroundings shifted. I found myself standing before Muzan. 

Instinctively, I gripped my swords, ready to strike, but he spoke calmly, "If you don't listen to me, I might as well kill your brother and sister. Trust me, It's not a big feat for me." His threat made me hesitate.

As much as I wanted to kill him, I knew I wasn't strong enough yet.

"Drop it," he commanded, removing his coat. "Fuck." Reluctantly, I dropped my sword as he wanted me to. 

"If you don't respond, I'll kill them. If you refuse me, I'll kill them. If you do anything I dislike, I'll kill them. If you—"

"Shut up already! I get it!" I interrupted, taking a shaky step forward. "I'll do whatever you want."

Muzan's expression hardened. "Ha!! You're cowering for mere humans," he scoffed. Another  string played, and we were suddenly on a platform with a single, luxurious chair. 

Muzan sat on it and patted his lap. "Come here," he gestured. Biting my lip, I reluctantly sat on his lap. "How much of their rice did you eat to be acting like this?" he asked scornfully.

"How much of their rice did you eat to end up acting like such an idiot?" he mocked scornfully. "Far too much for this lifetime," I muttered, staring down at my hands in shame.

Suddenly screen appeared in front of us. "Let's make a bet," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and my breath hitched. 

"If your humans win, I'll let you and them go until you become a threat to me." He sniffed my neck, and I shivered, trying to suppress the blush rising to my cheeks. "Not like they can."

A/N: Oh boy, you have no idea what's in store for you! 

"And if your puppets win?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Then you better do as you're told and fucking listen," he snapped harshly. His breath was hot against my skin, and I felt a dangerous tension building between us.

My lips trembled as I gripped my kimono. "Fine," I whispered, my vision blurring with tears. 

'Who is this man? The man who felt so familiar to me now seems like a stranger.'

"Your answer!" Muzan demanded.

"Okay..." I muttered, but Muzan grabbed my chin and turned it harshly towards him.

"Huh? I didn't quite catch that," he said, his voice dripping with mockery and I took a deep breath visibly. "I said, alright," I repeated, louder this time. 

Muzan let me go roughly.

"Hold back the tears unless I actually give you a real reason to cry." he sneered. I thought this was supposed to be a confrontation, but now it feels like he's just taunting me. 

A/N: Why's he so worked up? Oh, sweetheart, let's just say it's been thousands of years of abstinence because of you. Brace yourself—you're about to find out why.

We turned our attention to the chaos below. The temari ball slammed into Lady Tamayo's mansion, leaving a trail of destruction. 

The temari and arrow demons cackled like maniacs. Amid the chaos, a piece of paper fluttered down—Tamayo's shattered seal.