Wraith; | My Dearest Mother |

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..Chapter Six..
Temple Of Paradise
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"Why are your eyes rainbow?" The young boy tilted his head as he stared at the man who was supposed to be watching him. "I was simply born like this. A blessing from the gods."

"They look strange."
"Yours aren't much different. I've never seen one other than Lord Muzan with naturally red eyes."
"Mine are very different though."
"True, but still odd."
"Not if they have a reason to be red. Yours are like that for no reason."
"I was simple born like this, do I need an explanation?"
"No, but I'd like one."

Douma chuckled at the responses he got from the child. "My, you're a funny little boy, aren't you? Would you care to tell me your name?" He bent down a bit and stared at Tanjiro in a way that would make a five year old cry.

He seemed unfazed by it. "Well Lady Nakime calls me Yamai, but she said she doesn't want you calling me that, so I guess Tanjiro." The man stared in silence at the child.

"Why doesn't she want me calling you that?"
"Probably because she hates you."

"Why would she hate me?" He asked, a bit of a rhetorical question, but he still wanted an answer. "Because you look weird, you're a liar, you're really childish for a grownup, your voice is kind of annoying, and do you have a wife?" He asked.

"No?"
"I can see why." Ouch. Douma had a hurt expression on his face, turning away from the child. "I told you that you were a liar."

Douma snapped his head towards Tanjiro. "What?" The boy looked him in the eyes, taking a step closer. "You're perfectly fine. You weren't hurt by what I just said, only offended." The taller demon hummed, smiling.

"Hah, you're such a smart demon!" Opening a golden fan with one swift movement, hiding his grin behind the sharp, golden edges.

"I'm not a demon." He corrected. "You are though, for what I can tell you're not a human. Who's the liar now?" He pat the boys head, to which he slapped his hand away. "Still you."

Tanjiro crossed his arms over his chest. "Lady Nakime called me a Wraith, so did Miss Yuri. She said I was wasn't a normal person, so I'm not a demon." The man's arms retreated to his sides.

"Hmm, I've heard that word somewhere." Dropping his fan to the floor, he jabbed two fingers into his head. His grin grew wider. "So you're dead?" Tanjiro was visibly confused.

"No. If I was dead then I'd be in the ground." Douma nodded. "You are in the ground, or at least I'd assume so. Just not here."

Tanjiro turned away from the man, not believing his words, although his scent had no intent of lies. "It seems the Biwa Women hasn't told you anything."

"Lady Nakime doesn't have anything to hide. She doesn't lie to me." He gave the man a bit of a glare. For all Tanjiro knew, Nakime hasn't lied to him once.

"Oh my, such a small and frail boy couldn't possibly live without becoming a demon. Do you not remember dying, or did you die while you slept? Such a peaceful way to go out I will admit. You must have been so sickly." He rambled.

Tanjiro turned his back to him and began to walk off. "Careful now, you'll get killed or eaten if you wander off." Douma caught up to him in moments. "And I don't want to get in trouble if I lose you."