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Exhilaration

Miyuki's POV

As the sun set behind the distant mountains, we decided to rest for the night in the shrine. 

The boys had settled in the living room, sprawled out in various positions on their makeshift beds, while I found solace in the quieter, more private space of the bedroom.

 I wrapped myself in the soft comfort of the futon, hoping to lose myself in much-needed sleep.

Suddenly, I felt someone shuffle behind me, slipping under the covers and wrapping an arm around my waist. 

The warmth was familiar, and I instinctively relaxed against the firm chest pressed against my back. "Please don't do anything reckless," I murmured, a nervously.

 Sanemi replied, his voice a soft whisper in the darkness. "I don't want to spend days in bed rest from sex, so I'm behaving myself."

I chuckled softly at his teasing tone, and he tightened his grip, his hand resting protectively over mine.  "Goodnight...." Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to drift,

Yet, as sleep began to claim me, a strange sensation crept into my awareness, pulling me back to the surface.

When I opened my eyes, I was met with an unsettling sight. "Ha... I can't believe I had to go to this extent." A kagura suzu, the sacred bells used in Shinto rituals, was dropped onto my feet.

"I can't believe he managed to summon me with a ritual,"

A figure sat in the shadows, casually perched on the armchair across the room.  His appearance was as imposing as ever, and my heart skipped a beat in recognition.

Muzan Kibutsuji.

The realization jolted me awake, and I felt as if my heart had leapt out of my chest. I instinctively pulled back, distancing myself as I stared at the intruder.

I looked around and quickly realized the unsettling truth—I was the intruder. Somehow, the ritual had brought me to the heart of the Infinity Castle. 

"You were so innocent and obedient in the past," Muzan remarked coldly. "I wonder what happened?"

 "I'll give it to you straight," I said, my grip on the edge of my kimono tightening as I tried to muster some semblance of courage. "This is all your fault," I accused.

Muzan raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by my defiance. "My fault?" he echoed, his lips curling into a smirk. "Do tell, Miyuki How exactly have I wronged you?"

I bit my lip, looking away and internally screaming. 

Well, technically, he didn't do anything to me,' 

"You killed my family," I said, pointing at him with a trembling finger. His gaze snapped to me, and my body flinched. What is this? Why am I feeling so... Exhilarated?

"They picked you up in an abandoned shrine of your mother," he scoffed, gesturing for me to stand. I pushed myself up, my legs already feeling weak beneath me. 

"You turned my sister," I accused, my voice catching in my throat. He frowned, his eyes narrowing. "You're not even related!"

"But you—!"

"In fact, it was you who wronged me, cutting off all the strings between us." His words were like poison, each syllable laced with resentment. 

Muzan gestured for me to come closer, and I found myself obeying without question. "Mixing your blood with time so I couldn't procreate," he continued, his tone scornful.