It's not confirmed or denied that Muzan can harvest and grow and nurture a child. Just because she can create a demon doesn't mean she can make a child. It's been a few days in the corner. Her hours a spent watching Yoriichi leave and come back. She hasn't made an attempt to leave.

She just sits there while the sun is up, and roams around the house while he's away at night. He doesn't trust her to sit still.

But she knows if she leaves, he'll find her again. There's no escaping the nose of a bloodhound, he has her down, knows where she'd go if given the chance, who'd she call and how quickly he could kill them.

"So what? Doesn't make me a house wife." She'd say each night for the first three days since he's had her. He hasn't touched her all together. He's given her the space to be alone in her corner. She became furniture in his home, nothing but a carpet on the floor during the day.

"I'm not a house wife." She says while she stirs the pot again, adding in a few more carrots for a much fuller look. It feels wrong to leave the rest of it on the table." I'm bored anyway. I have nothing else to do." She mumbles to herself, hair feet patting against the floor as she walked around the kitchen to find anything else to add. She's sure Yoriichi must be good at cooking, given the amount of things he had in the kitchen to use.

The night was filled with scents of the stew being boiling, the pot being opened every half hour for a stir or maybe to add something more or better. She's insecure, finding what she thinks he'll like and second guessing, adding something else to please him.

"I'm not a house wife." She says again out loud, needing her ears to hear what she's saying. Deep down praise is all she's doing it for, the attention from him.Being told she's a good demon who's cooking good food and is useful. For once her word isn't absolute, it's dependent on a higher being. She has been controlled, she has been herded.

The door slides open, and clanks shut once it slides back. She knows it's morning, she's back in her corner, the only one that doesn't harm her.

He doesn't acknowledge her. Setting his sword down on the table and leaving it there. If he wanted to, he could move faster then her. If he wanted to, he could draw it faster then she could lunge.

But, the sun was also up, and there was nothing she could do.

Muzan doesn't look at him, but she also doesn't growl or go defensive. She keeps her head down and crosses her legs under her, quickly pulling the kimono back over her shoulder to hide her skin from him.

He stinks of demon blood. Her creation killed by his sword. Many, many demons went silent last night. She hadn't shared any form of her location with any demons, even the moons as they scream for her guidance and whereabouts. Both worry, fear, and possible happiness away from control.

She just listens to each connection go dark until it falls to nothingness. But she knows when it's him. When the hottest blade touches portions of her cells, she knows. She remembers what he's capable of.

He walks into the kitchen, and she hears the pot open. She almost crawls into the sunlight to see his face. She wants to see him taste it. Be joyous with her; be proud of her.

He comes from the kitchen walking past her to the table. He had nothing in his hands, eyes closed as he pulls the string from his hair. He takes his sword from the table and sets it on the floor.

He's back in the kitchen, and those nerves beat hard with every step he takes.

"Why did you make this?" He inspected the stew, carefully bringing the label up and smelling the stew. It was still hot.

"I was bored." Muzan supplied a response after a few moments of silence.

He doesn't answer. But the ladle is touching the stew and being moved to a bowl. He taste it and hums. Her eyes go wide as he comes back with a bowl only for himself, a spoon and a pair of chopsticks. He sits down on his knees and eats.

"Is it good?"

He doesn't owe her an answer.

"I'm eating it, right?" He doesn't snap, but it's pent up. He's been out for a while, probably encountering some of her harsher and more annoying demons of the night.

"Don't get mouthy with me!" Muzan tries to hold her pride, something she's lost from the first day here. She fights humiliation with aggression, a useless weapon against patience and a war towards impatience.

"Your emotions are understandable. You're pregnant." He says it without a doubt lingering in his mind. Neither happy nor worried, just a fact of her current state of body.

"I'm not pregnant." She looks down at her own body. It wasn't impossible, but still. One time shouldn't yield a baby so quickly.

"You are. There's something swelling inside of you." He finally opens his eyes, looking between his hair at her belly in particular." It looks the same as Uta when she began."

"Can you at least tell me if it tastes good?" Desperation played over her eyes. She just wanted a clear answer, was she worth anything.

"Is that what you want? You want me to make you out as some housewife? I don't expect you to cook for me, you're a demon." Yoriichi shot her down with a silver bullet. His words grazed her and left her wound to bleed out.

"I'm still a woman." Muzan growled.

"For now. I know you're capable of terminating the pregnancy."

"I-" she begins. He wasn't wrong, but she doesn't want him to be right either.

"Well? You know you're pregnant now. Do it. Purge our baby." She's not sure if he's testing her or not.

"No!" Muzan lunges forward, just inches from the sunlight. She's holding her tummy, nails sinking into the kimono as she does." I won't!"

"Then you want to be pregnant." He concluded.

"What are these mind games!" She screams." What do you want from me!"

"I told you I wanted you to pay the debt you owe me, replacing the child I was supposed to have. But I'd also like to see you break. Whichever happens first, I don't know. It seems like you may be breaking." He closes his eyes again, setting his spoon down on the table and wiping his mouth." Don't fall in love with me. No matter what we make, I'll never love someone who stole what I loved most."

Muzan's eyes well up instantly, tears flooding down the hills of her cheeks and into the lake of her mouth.

"I don't love you!" She shakes her head, hair becoming more disheveled as she did." I don't, I don't, I don't! I could never love someone who used me!"

"You've used the world." Yoriichi turned it on her. No matter what she said he had a response to put her deeper under water. Make her guilty for the things she was proud of. She likes killing as a demon, it was her bread and butter and it was the food she'd eat. Humans were her prey, she was proud she could eat more than ten in a night. Yet here she was, eating none and being shamed for the ones she has.

"I've made the world livable for me." She snaps angrily at the tall man.

"You could've lived in it. And instead you're here, with me, trying to please me and court me."

She stands up finally, hands balled in fists.

"When that sun goes down, I'm going to kill you." She pointed behind her at the blank wall, behind it holding the sun outside. She made a bloody promise with a blood red eyes that screamed pain and death. As her rage grew, a bucket of cold water dumped dead over her head.

Yoriichi stands up, tucking his sword back into his side as he rounds the table. Her eyes move frantically as he walks towards her. He's coming into her corner, filling her dim shadowy territory with his larger body. He stands over her, not a single finger brushing against his sword as he stands inches from her scared figure. She's stronger than him, pure raw strength was what she was. But fear can herd the most stubborn of cattle.

"Do it now. Can you? Or should we see who's faster." He was serious, not taunting, but seeing if she was on his page.

She swipes with a scream and his sword is up, not fully out, but clanked against her nails. He blocked her from her assault and pushed her back against the wall.

He sheathes his sword again, playing with the demons pride. Muzan is confused on whether she's the cat or the mouse, the predator or the prey in this scenario. Her back hits the corner and she tries to sink into it away from his eyes.

His hand tucks beneath her chin and he lifts her head. The red that spread across her cheeks deeper than the blood red eyes that scream panic as he leans down to press his lips against hers.

She doesn't moan, but the noise of surprise was close to it. The way she leaned into his poison, obsessed with his lips, the taste of her food decorating his mouth. Something she made, for him, appreciated by him.

She chased him, strength proved somewhat superior as she wrapped her arms around his neck to keep his warm body against her. She didn't want him to leave. He attempts to pull back and she chased once more, up on her toes begging for him to keep indulging her.

"Please just a few more...." She says against his lips, the poem of his mouth soothing the fear she once felt. It was still there, but partially culled to attraction. All the parts of her that wanted him wrangled at her heart and forced to face the music." Please...more. Give me more of you."

But he didn't give her more, overfeeding her would result in greed. She'd want more and more until she can't get more of him.

He left her to reach out for air, nothing of him left to touch except the last ending strands of his soft hair.

He left her there where she'd stay until the sun went down. The next few hours were filled with silence, the man sleeping during the day to go out again at night, this time, they rose at the same time. When the sun dropped below the horizon, the purples and oranges of the sky just leaving to be filled with pitch black night.

Her red eyes gazed into the darkness the same as his.

"You're roaming while I'm still here." She caught him, but he didn't budge. He doesn't need to be ready to defend against her. She can do what she wants as long as she stayed in line. She pressed him against the thin wall, breasts pressing up against his hard body. He didn't touch her. He never gives her what she wants.

"Why aren't you touching me? I'm holding your baby? I...I can be a good woman."

"You can't." Muzan stiffened. Body pulling away from him as if he burned her.

Why does his opinion matter so much to her! Fuck, man!

"I can be!" She wasn't promising, she didn't know what she was doing. What did she need to prove to a human who'd die eventually?

"You don't know what it takes to be a good woman. You're a killer." He corrected her

"It's my nature, you kill too, what makes you a good man!" She snapped back with full venom and anger. Challenged by lesser being her fangs come out and she defends her stance.

"I kill for a reason." For the first time he seethes at her. I kill to preserve the next child in a frightened mothers belly. I kill to protect. You kill for your own pleasure. Your own kind of comedy."

"Yoriichi." She grabbed his arm, pressing him back into the wall. She felt strong but in her strength held a deep dark warning. Her life was at its bitter line between absolute death. He warned her with a look. She pressed further.

"I don't know what I want from you." She tries.

"You want to kill me and devour me." He supplies for her. If she can't find an answer, he knows a few.

"No I dont, I don't want to eat you or watch your head roll. I don't know what I really want from you or what you can give me. I could leave and youd never see me again, Yoriichi. I don't know what I'm staying for."

"Predators curiosity. How far can you drive your prey into fighting back. Is it the right size, or too big for your game?"

"I'm not playing with you."

"Then what do you want?" He walks towards her, pressing her to the wall just across from them. She doesn't have to hold him down, he's there in front of her, sword hard in his hand as he stares her down." What is your purpose here?"

"I want you only to be mine." Yoriichi scoffs, a new sound brought from his lips. She bites her lip as he turns away from her, only irritation playing at his face. Not fully upset, but he would've believe a word to come out of her mouth. Ever.

"I-I don't want anyone else to have you or know how you feel on them. Human or demon. I don't want you to look at anyone else."

"You like me." He accused." You're sick."

She holds onto his haori as if it were the last time she'd touch him.

"Please, have mercy on me. I fear you leaving me more then I fear you killing me. Is that so sick?"

"You're sensitive because you're pregnant." He touched her, and her body jolted. He touched where her baby would grow."Will you protect it?"

"With my life." She reassured him ,nodding her head vigorously.

"Then I'll be back."

His last words left her wandering the house confused and annoyed. Of course he'll be back, it's his house. They didn't have a closing impact until the sun rose.

"You've grown soft." Is the first thing Yoriichi says once he returns home through the sliding door.

"I'm not."

"Yes." It's that right there that upsets Muzan. When she knows he's right. He doesn't have to intimidate her to prove himself right, his words just hold that power over her, she has gone soft, she is more delicate.

There's a new kimono on the floor in her shadow today, as well has as a larger belt. It was black as hers already was, smaller flowers over her shoulders and where her growing tummy would be.

"I'm talking about your body. You're growing."

"It's too early for me to grow."

"What do you know about being pregnant?" Her eyes went back the the kimono. It was softer and held more space in it, meant for her body as it grew and shaped to hold their baby.

"You got me a present." She says, finally lifting it up to feel the silk as the cool fabric moves through her fingers.

"Yes." Muzan wasted no time to change in the new kimono. Yoriichi had got something for her and she couldn't love it more.

"Thank you." She says, throwing he previous out of her shadow with the belt. She sat back in her knees to sure it and comfortably adjust it to her liking while it was still big." I love it."

He made some dumplings to go with the left over stew and came back to the table. He could've sworn it was moved more towards Muzan's shade corner, but he doesn't bring it up. He regards her as she watched him eat.

"What did you do last night?" He asked. It wasn't a test and it held to ill intent. Muzan scooted forward just a little until she was just at the line.

" I just walked around. I tended to your garden. Your tomatoes should be picked soon." He hums and nods his head. "What will you do to me after I give birth?"

"Nothing. You'll have to care for it during the night, and I the day." She swallows hard.

"You'll take care of it too?" She sounds like she didn't believe him.

"Of course. I can't have the ideals of it's crazy mother passed on. What if it can make demons as well? I'll have to influence it not to. The hatred will end with you."

"I don't hate you." Muzan says after some time of looking down at her hands. The conversation runs uncomfortable and unfinished. Oil in water as Yoriichi gets up to clean his dishes. Midday turns into night, and Yoriichi stays in longer than Muzan is used to. He's writing next to the small lamp.

She came into the room, finally stretching her legs after the long day of sitting.

"I'm..." she clears her throat and sits in front of him." I'm sure I'll regenerate whatever the baby takes from me."

"You're hungry." He answers for her. She holds her pride as Yoriichi grabs his sword and leaves through the sliding door again. His hair tickled the side of her face as he walked by.Muzan grows panicked, following him to the door and pushing it open.

"Where are you going?"She says to him. He doesn't turn to her. He walks into town, blending in with the bright lights and people busy during the night. Muzan closed the door back to sit at the table, eyes wide with fear. What would he do? Would he take someone from their family. Would he become her for their child.

It only took him a few minutes before he was dragging back a helpless man, his arms dislocated and one of his legs brutally bent back. Screams filled her predator instinct to open the door and watch the man writhe and struggle. Crying for mercy, begging that he's sorry.

"I found him forcing himself atop an innocent woman. This is his fate." He throws the injured man down in front of the sliding door. His lungs struggle to pump air anywhere, left heaving in dirt hopelessly as Yoriichi steps over him." I left you the pleasure of killing such a horrid person." He says against her ear as he enters the house. The way his hair gently caresses her face, his voice invading her ears, his scent filling her nose.

He's provided for her. Whether he was a rapist or not, he's provided for his pregnant demon. Muzan's chest swells with warmth as she drops her foot down on the man's head and crushed his skull. Free Yoriichi of his sick cries and screams of pain.

She eats like she needs to, ravenous hunger taking over her, now she's eating for two. Her own nutrients and some for her baby.

Surprisingly it didn't take her long to leave a blood haori and nothing else but a shattered arm covered in too much dirt for her to want. She was full anyway, content with the body she's consumed and a happy blush spreads across her pretty cheeks. She stands up and comes back inside.

Considering her appearance, she takes the time to wipe her face before presenting herself in front of Yoriichi again. Cleaning all the red and chunks of body from her lips and teeth. Gargles water in her mouth, fixing her hair even and straightening out her new kimono. She made sure not a drop of blood touched it. It was a gift from her Yoriichi.