☆•Yashimi POV•☆

Night had come quickly for me and probably everyone else, too. I am look around trying to find Kamado-san. He did hide himself pretty well. I stand from the roof, crossing my arms over my small chest.

The city looks like morning at night. I don't really hear what happens in Akakusa, Tokyo, but before Tsukori-san brought me to Daisuke-sama. My friend tells me that Asakusa looks like morning.

They also told me that it was really pretty and would wish to go there too. Too bad they died before having the chance to do so. I wish they had the chance to see all of this amazingness.

The night breeze slightly pushes my mask away from my face a little bit to smell the sweet night breeze.

I put it back, and while looking at the city. I saw a guy putting his hood up, holding a girl with a bamboo in her mouth, and the familiar checkered green and black haori.

"Kamado-san?" I say in my thoughts as I jump off the roof, landing gently in one foot, and then silently walk behind them. They turn to a side, walking away from the bright lights.

( ≧∀≦)ノ 👈 Mitsuri<3

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☆•Yashimi POV•☆

"This is my first time here. There were too many people." Kamado-san breathe out. I turn around and see Kamado-san sitting down, looking tired.

"Kamado-saaaaan!!" I happily run towards him. "Fujimura-san!..?" He says, obviously a bit shocked to see me. I wrap my hands around his neck enough not to choke him. I feel his five fingers wrap around my arm.

He is sitting on a bench, and behind it is a yam ubon noodles stall. I walk over to them, smelling the delicious scent.

"Did you not expect me here?" I say, pulling away from a little hug. I look over and see the same girl. She had a pink kimono and the same bamboo on her mouth. She closed her eyes, and she looked like she was about to collapse on the ground.

"I didn't. My crow didn't tell me that you'd be here." Kamado-san looks over to me with a 'sorry' smile. "That's Nezuko. The one I told you about." He continues, turning his head to the black haired girl.

"Ah, she's pretty." I say, but truth to be told, I didn't expect to say that. I look at both of them. Kamado-san is looking at Nezuko-chan. He really cares for her, and I love their siblings' bond.

I sit down after ordering the same Yam ubon noodles. I feel Kamado-san staring at me with curiosity. "Something the matter, Kamado-san?" I say, still looking down. "N-nothing. I just–"

"Here are your bowls of Yam Ubon noodles." The older man cut Kamado-san before he could finish his sentence.

I think relief just washed over me because, for some reason, I kinda know that he's gonna ask me about my kitsune mask.

"Thank you, kind sir." Kamado-san says with a small smile. "Thank you so much!!" I bow my head down  for a second before, lifting my mask and sipping the soup in the bowl.

I smile when the hot steam hits my mouth. I carefully blow the soup before continuing to sip more. I use the chopsticks and continue eating the noodles.

An earth-shattering glass breaking breaks my happy moment with the yam ubon noodles. I quickly cut my noodle in half and turned to Kamado-san.

"Kamado-san? What's wrong!?" I say, concern running on my tongue, my face twisting something more into shock and fear.

I place the bowl neatly next to me, putting the chopsticks on top, and stand up, landing my hand on Kamado-san's shoulder in assurance.

I can feel his shoulders going up and down in a heavy state. "Kamado-san..?" My face tightens in concern. I know we haven't met that long, but he seems the nice kind of guy. Something in the air triggered his senses.

I let my hand fall to my side. Confusion starts creeping up when Kamado-san's trembling hands slowly reach for his nichirin blade on the side where it would be between us.

I part my lips about to say something when he suddenly bolts and starts running somewhere. "Kamado-san!!!" I yell out at him. In a state of panic, I look at him then to his sister, whether i should leave her or not.

"Fuckin– ugh!" I bolt to Kamado-san's path as he continues to run, my footsteps leaving nothing but quiet stumps as I run lowly.

"Kamado-san! Where are you going?" My hush voice slowly raises. My feet came to an unexpected stop, surprising my body's reaction, when Kamado-san stops and looks around for a bit. "Kamado- "

He runs off again. "Where are you going?" I whisper in my mind, running just behind him. Although I can obviously stop him in front but I have to see who he is searching for.

I run behind him as he shoves other people around, trying not to hurt them too much, as if desperate not to lose something. Did he smell something familiar? Or did he hear something? What is it, Kamado-san?

I look ahead, seeing a pretty tall man. He had a white hat covering his face with strands of his black wavy hair.

Kamado-san puts his hand on his shoulder. I run even faster after him, reaching my hand out to his shoulder to stop him. "Kama–"

Before I can finish, my eyes directs itself from Kamado-san's back hair to the man ahead. I stop just behind Kamado-san in a state of absolute fear, shock, and 100% fear.

Wait, didn't I mention that?

Red eyes. Black wavy hair. White hat. Black suit. I take my hand off of Kamado-san's shoulder and pull it closer to my chest, harshly and tightly grabbing my haori. My other hand instinctively lands on my stomach, clutching the cloth.

Something churns and burns in my stomach when I see the man's face. It was all too familiar. I couldn't be mistaken. It HAD to be him, did he..?

He turns around, looking at Kamado-san with disgust and annoyance, painting his face. He's clearly annoyed because Kamado-san had disturbed him.

He half turns his body to us as if hiding something.

Click*

I look down to Kamado-san's nichirin blade, ready to slice off his neck. His fingers gripped around the handle tightly in anger.

"Dad?" An innocent voice calls. A child? A child!? Wait– huh?!

He fully turns his body to us, revealing the child. "Why would you like to see me?" He asks, "You seem to be in a state of panick."

His voice is so familiar. That wavy black hair. Those red eyes. Why? Why does he look like someone I've met. Why does he look like someone I've been.. friends with.

There's no way I'd ever befriend a demon, but why is he so familiar..?

That feeling in my stomach worsens, and the noodles from earlier fail to make a reappeance from my mouth. Something twists in my stomach. Was it the noodles? It couldn't be.

"What's the matter?" A young woman asks, looking towards an unmoving yet trembling Kamado-san and me. "Mom!" The young girl cheers, smiling so happily.

He.. Don't they know he's a demon? If so, why are you living with him? Why are you his child? Why are you his lover?

Why are you two married? He's a man-eating demon. Aren't you aware? Or do you not know that demons exist in this world.

I couldn't move my body from the shock. I wanted to grab Kamado-san and run away back to Nezuko-chan, but no matter how much I wanted to go. I couldn't move.

Why? Why? Why?

"Do you know him?" Her voice cut my unmoving trance, surprising me with her gentle voice. She is so beautiful, Why is she married to this man? To this.. Demon?

"No, it's really puzzling me. I've never seen this young man before." He says, his voice is calm and seems okay, his face seems okay, but his eyes are so full of anger. And is there fear? Did I see that, right?

"Maybe he mistook me for someone else." He says. If I hadn't looked behind them. I would've never noticed the other young man he slashed with his nails.

"Ah-" my voice retreated once I saw what had happened, my eyes reach to him.

His blood trickles down. He reaches for his nape, finally feeling the pain.

His knees met the hard ground floor. Kneeling in pain. He grunts and groans as the woman asks in concern, holding his back.

Suddenly, his eyes turn red as he bares his sharp teeth and lauches at the woman, biting her shoulder, making blood stain her light kimono.

Her screams rip the peaceful air, making people stare with horror wringling their faces.

"STOP!!" I hear Kamado-san shout, reaching his hand out to the man who had attacked the woman by his side.

My mind and eyes refocused on the blood-red eyes. Why does he make me feel this way? Had he slashed me, too? Why haven't I turned into a demon yet?