Year 1915 -
She stand stiff. Her heart was throbbing unease inside her chest whilst she vividly gaze into the red piercing eyes of the stranger.
Her mind went haze as she inclined her head and confusingly stare back at the familiar features of the...
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Muzan was infuriated when it was already behindhanded said by the doctor the prescribe medicine given to him was just a prototype.
From the past consecutive days Muzan's declining health condition perdures. He thinks that the doctor have only used his wiles and cajolery to entirely deceive him but still in the end, he felt the severe side effects of his ingested medication and it seems his condition has worsen.
The young lord began to lose his appetite. The complexity of his skin had turned more paler. Lately, the young lord have been searching for something to cloy his unknown hunger and slowly, his hearing and sight had turned more sensitive and keen. Muzan could oddly feel the insatiable thirst that even the sweetest beverage cannot quench his parch throat.
After consuming that hoax substance, he realize the sudden and unexplainable oversensitive reaction of his skin to the faint ray of the sunlight. He noticed the unusual physical changes of his body. He can unexplicable control the growth of his sharp fingernails and the peeking white pair of his fangs on his lips have gown more noticeably.
Although the Kibutsuji cannot barely understand what was overall the meaning of the undergoing changes of his body, the only thing he have come to detest was the persisting galling headache that he have been enduring for the past previous days, resulting as a hindrance for him and the too much sensitivity of his eyes and flesh to the sunlight forbids him from stepping out on his room during the sunrise.
He spent his days lingering inside his enclosed spacious chamber where not a single ray of sunlight can reach his skin. He fear the pain of burning of his skin in the morning will be intolerable enough that it will worsen more his condition.
With utter fury, he clenched his jaw and turned the small wooden table infront of him, causing for the served cup - filled with izu macha tea to spill on the tatami mat.
He was caught into a hysteria, with his simmering anger he yelled into the top of his lungs, calling for his servants presence whilst they all begin to frighteningly trotted and slide the shoji door wide open.
The two maids bow their head down in sync as they rigidly stood at the doorstep of Muzan's chamber.
"You have called for us Muzan-sama?" The overseer female servant gulp her breath and valiantly ask her master whilst she continue to show her utter respect towards the young lord.
The female servant dared to rise her gaze straight to face her master and her black pupils suddenly began to dilate with tremendous surprise, making her both heels jolted backwards from fear.
She stared at those new blazing plum red eyes of Muzan whilst the odd vertical pupils of his eyes menacingly glared back against on hers.
She look pass beside her fellow female maidservant as they both also shared the similar perplexed expression on their faces.
