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Muzan And Kagaya

Normal POV

"Is this much okay?" Hinaki asked, holding up a mirror for Miyuki to see. She inspected her reflection and shook her head. "Add more. This is my last day with my husband anyway."

Hinaki and Nichika nodded and continued to help her dress up even more extravagantly. They fussed over her hair and adjusted her accessories. 

Miyuki took a deep breath, her eyes sparkling. "He's here," she whispered.

Muzan walked in, sharply dressed and shrouded in smoke. The white mist-like substance emanated from him, possibly due to the surrounding Wisteria burning him. 

He proudly walked across the yard and made his way to the mansion. Kagaya, despite his bandaged eyes, turned his head toward the entrance.

Muzan stood at the front of the mansion, coming face to face with the leader of the Demon Slayer Corps. "This is our first meeting, isn't it? Muzan Kibutsuji," Kagaya greeted politely.

"What a hideous look you have, Ubuyashiki," Muzan remarked mockingly.

"Finally, you have come to me. The demon that my family, the Demon Slayer Corps... Amane, what does he look like?" Kagaya asked his wife to describe Muzan's appearance.

Amane informed him, "He appears as a man in his early to late twenties, but his eyes are of a light pink with cat-like vertical slits."

"Cat eyes, huh? No wonder Miyuki loves him," Kagaya mused. This irked Muzan. "Don't use my wife's name with your rotting mouth."

Kagaya chuckled. "Right. You must be terribly angry at me, at the Ubuyashiki family. I knew you would come to kill me personally."

"Without knowing its place, the head of a family that has interfered with me for a thousand years now is in such a pitiful state. Disgraceful. Absolutely disgraceful," Muzan responded disappointed.

"You already reek of death, Ubuyashiki," Muzan sneered, emphasizing Kagaya's unsightly appearance and corpse-like scent.

Kagaya smiled serenely. "Your wife prefers to differ. In the time I spent with Miyuki, she's told me my smell of sandalwood calms her down."

Muzan's eyes flashed with anger. "If I were you, I'd watch my mouth."

Kagaya chuckled. "I suppose you're right. And yet, here I am, still kicking. Even that doctor was at a loss for words." He attempted to sit up, dramatically coughing and spitting out blood. 

"Six months ago, my doctor gave me only a few days left to live. Yet, here I am, defying all odds. Even my doctor is speechless."

"Enough with the theatrics," Muzan snapped, his patience clearly wearing thin.  Kagaya raised an eyebrow. "You might not know this, but you and I share the same bloodline."

Muzan's expressed his disdain. "And why should I care about that?"

"My family was cursed by Miyuki after you killed her only nanny, who raised her like a mother. Since then, every child born to the Ubuyashiki family has died young."

"To survive, we had to marry the daughters of priests, which made our children less likely to die early. But no one in my clan has lived past 30."

Muzan rolled his eyes dramatically. "Oh please, spare me the sob story."

Kagaya ignored Muzan's mockery and pressed on. "Despite killing hundreds, even thousands of people, you remain unpunished."

Muzan chuckled darkly. "Divine retribution? How quaint."

Kagaya leaned forward, his expression serious. "The reason you're here is because you were provoked 21 years ago, wasn't it?"

"When your wife's body disappeared, you went on a rampage and killed the Kamado family because you thought her scent was there."