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Where Were You?!

Miyuki's POV

Suddenly, when I woke up, I was on the ground. I looked around, and nobody was there. I immediately checked myself. 

"Thank god," I gasped, surprised, Muzan had ripped my dress apart but thankfully left me on the cold ground with his clothes. 

I grabbed the kimono and brought it to my lips, "It smells like him..." I blushed, then snapped at myself and realized, "Nezuko! Tanjiro!"

I immediately got up and walked into the battered-up house. They were there, and I saw a door leading downstairs. I descended into the basement where Tamayo and Yushiro were working. 

"Nezuko! Tanjiro!" I exclaimed, rushing to hug them and they hugged me back. "Nee-san!" Tanjiro pulled back and looked at me weirdly, "You... you seem so different."

I smiled nervously, "I am... different."

He scowled, and I quickly assured him, "I'll tell you everything later." He nodded, and Tamayo spoke up, "I moved her to this basement, where the sunlight won't reach her, ahead of daybreak."

"You have my thanks," I said, watching Nezuko pull away from me and hug Tamayo. "Oh." This surprised her and irritated Yushiro. "Why, you! Step away from Lady Tamayo! That's so rude!"

"Stop it, Yushiro. I don't mind at all," Tamayo said, Nezuko patted Yushiro's head as well, causing him to fluster. "Cut... that... out!" Yushiro protested, pushing Nezuko's hand away.

"She's been acting this way since she awoke. Do you think she's all right?" Tamayo asked, confused.

"There's nothing to worry about. She's fine. She probably thinks you're someone in our family," Tanjiro explained.

"But I thought the spell Nezuko is under causes her to see humans as her family. Yushiro and I are demons," Tamayo said, still puzzled.

"I placed the spell, so I guess it applies to demons I approve of too," I explained, patting Nezuko's head. "At first, I didn't like the idea of Nezuko being under a spell, but since it looks like she has a will of her own, I'm glad that—"

Tanjiro is thankful that she still has consciousness, I shut his mouth as we saw Tamayo tearing up. "Ah...! I-I'm so sorry! Nezuko! Nezuko! S-Step away from her! It's rude, all right?!" 

Tamayo cried, causing Tanjiro to panic.

"Thank you... Nezuko... Thank you..." Tamayo returned Nezuko's hug. I realized that she had been fighting against her nature to do the right thing, and I smiled, patting her head.

"You've done well....." I cooed, and she sobbed harder.

Nezuko clung to Tamayo, her small body shaking with the intensity of her emotions. Tamayo looked at me, her eyes filled with gratitude

After a while, we let Nezuko calm down, and Tanjiro scowled at me. "That dress, whose is it?" he asked now noticing it.

I sweatdropped. "Mu—Muzan's," I replied stammering. Tanjiro's scowl deepened. "What happened to yours?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. "It got ripped," I deadpanned.

He scowled even deeper. "Why? The Demon Corps uniforms are made of very strong fabric," he questioned,suspiciously "Well, looks like they're not Muzan-proof," I smiled nervously.

Yushiro hit Tanjiro's head lightly. "Stop troubling her," 

Then Tamayo came out of a room with some clothes. "It might be a bit small, but I hope these will do," she said, handing them to me.

I changed into the clothes and looked at Muzan's kimono. I didn't want to let go of his smell but smiled sadly, knowing Tanjiro wouldn't like that. I decided to burn it. Yes, you heard that right.