𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

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THE PROGENITOR ALONG WITH HIS TWO COMPANIONS ADMIRED THE CITY LIGHTS, DESPITE SEEING IT NUMEROUS TIMES BEFORE.

Machi, who was being carried by Muzan, tightened her grip in his torso as she marveled at the view. She glanced at the H/C female, who hooked her arm with the black haired male. Her eyes scanned her from head to toe, noting the corners of her mouth that were turned up.

It was a while since she had fun, since her brother has no time for her every time. Always prioritizing his travels, and only spending time with her once in a while. Their parents were also traveling for a long time, but they stopped sending letters and only Daichi knew what happened to them.

Machi was often left in the care of their maids, while Daichi took care of them from the money their parents left them. She mostly grew up from the care of the maids,

" Machi, are you having fun?" Y/N asked as she glanced at the little girl, who nodded with a bright smile in her face.

" I am!" Machi enthusiastically replied. " I want some dango."

" We'll buy some, but you can eat it after dinner." Y/N stated, as Muzan maintained a smile on his pale face when she turned to face him. " Do you want some as well, Tsuhikiko?"

" That won't be necessary, I do not have a sweet tooth. But thank you for the offer, I'll have to decline for now." The black haired male rejected the offer, as he kept walking while Y/N continued to tug in his sleeve careful to not get separated.

A frown etched on her face when they saw a long line in front of them, it seems that a lot of people were buying dango. It was going to take them an hour or two, before they could finally purchase the rice sweet.

And she definitely wasn't a fan of waiting, as she easily gets impatient. She took a deep breath, as she manifests positive thoughts to her mind. To prevent her from being reminded of the long line.

" Looks like there's a long line..." Muzan stated as he glanced at the H/C woman from the corner of his red plum eyes. " Is dango really that delicious? seems like everyone is craving it."

" Yes! Dango is very delicious, it's my favorite." Machi exclaimed, as she stared at the face of the black haired male. " You should try it! I promise it's delicious."

" Perhaps another time?" The Progenitor declined, as he ignored the little girl who continued to pout. Children certainly wasn't his forte, it was also not in his plan to take care of one.

All he wanted to do was to get close to Y/N.

After all it has been a few weeks ever since he met the female, and a few weeks since he encountered her blood.

Just thinking of it made his throat dry as a desert, it was clear that Y/N's blood was rarer than a Marechi. It's scent and taste were incomparable to a marechi's blood.

Her blood was something he wanted, and if he wanted something... He will do whatever to attain it.

But...

Now that he thought of it, this child could help him get closer to Y/N. As she was fond of this little girl, maybe he could prolong his patience more that was already running thin.

He absolutely wants to discard Machi.

" Machi, where did your brother Daichi go? He suddenly left you in our care a few hours ago, he didn't also explain where he was going." Y/N asked the brown haired girl, who tilted her head as she tried to answer her question.

The mention of Daichi's name, Muzan's grip on the little girl tightened. He clenched his jaw, as he remembered the words of the dark haired male.

" I don't know... he suddenly told me he was going out." Machi stated before she hissed in pain as she felt the black haired male's grip. " Y-You're hurting me.."

The Progenitor blinked a few times and he muttered an apology with a fake smile. And loosened his hold a little bit.

He was surprised to hear that this little girl was related to that dark haired male. His plan to use this little girl to get close to Y/N, was now gone as he stared at her with blank eyes.

His annoyance towards Daichi, has also spread towards the innocent Machi who smiled when she heard his apology.

How unfortunate that this little girl has been included to their dispute. Muzan was heartless even if it was about children, he did not care as long as he attained the thing he wants the most.

And right now, it was Y/N that he wants.

" How about we buy some dango tomorrow morning? The line doesn't seem to be lessening any time soon." The H/C female stated as she fixed the hat on top of her head. " And the dango's also look like they're almost sold out."

Machi sighed in disappointment, as a cute pout could be seen again in her face. " Do you promise? If you do then we can get dango's tomorrow!"

" Yes, I promise. Now let's finish our trip in the city, so that we can return to the house." Y/N smiled and began walking, with Muzan beside her as Machi stared amaze again on the sights.

As they were walking in the sea of crowds, Muzan noticed that they were being followed. He maintained a smile on his face, as he did not want the female to stop walking to ask what was going on.

But it seems that whoever was following them, wasn't going to stop anytime soon. And he could not order Yahaba and Susamaru right now due to the noise the crowd was emitting.

As he continued to act like he didn't notice the person following him, a hand grabbed his shoulder.

Muzan's eyes slightly widened before it returned to normal. He turned around, as his eyes stared at the form of a teenage boy, who was fuming with anger as soon as he saw his face.

A frown was plastered in the progenitor's face, as he saw the katana that was in his hands. He was careless, and now a demon slayer has found him.

He clenched his jaw for a moment, before calming down as he stared at the boy in front of him. Y/N was a few steps ahead of them and glanced behind her only to see a young man who glared at Muzan.

Her eyes flew towards the katana in his hand as her blood went cold.

She didn't know how to explain it, but she had a feeling that this young man with black hair and burgundy tips... was after Muzan.


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