I couldn't stop thinking about what muzan had said. He'd think about it? Think about what... there was nothing to think about! I was frustrated with his answer, that I decided could lock myself up in my room, and see him.. if he came in the first place. I was brought more gifts that day, but I didn't bother to open them.

Think about what? Was he making me a maid?.. or was he taking me to an okiya, or was I supposed to just stay wherever he was taking me, without going anywhere? I didn't want to do any of those things.. all my thoughts from before had been replaced. I wasn't coming to terms with this anymore.

I closed my door, resting on my futon, as I turned my back towards the door, staring at the floor. I had a feeling my fate was going to be much worse.. the fact that my brother hadn't come out of his room, and my parents wouldn't tell me anything about his condition just made things worse.

They wanted to send me away, because of him.. and they don't care to tell me anything at all, and to top it off I feared my brother was just growing worse.. even if I left this house... I didn't want to leave this village. I wanted to come to see my brother every day, talk to him when we were both bored and laugh. But it seemed I couldn't do that anymore because he wouldn't even want to see me.

I can't remember much more, but I know it happened quietly, so quiet. I teared up, fighting the urge to start crying, when I couldn't anymore, I fell apart, covering my face.. I started to cry, I didn't even realize that there was someone in the room with me.

I heard footsteps, on the wooden floor. I slowly looked up, to see those shoes I always arranged by the doorstep. For a moment I wondered why he didn't take them off before coming in. I quickly wiped my tears, sighing as I sat up. I thought I would have just ignored him if he came. but I'd forgotten about that when I saw the look on his face.

It was almost as if, he felt pity, but he thought I looked pathetic at the same time. He peered down at me. I sat up, bowing slightly, as I continued to wipe my tears. I couldn't even contain myself, yet I had to.. for I didn't want to talk about it, but I was afraid he'd bring it up.. if I continued to cry.

He sat, down where he usually did, crossing his legs. He glanced around the room for a moment, before focusing on me again. I walked over to the chabudai, pouring the tea for him. I sat back down on the tatami mat in front of him, offering him the cup. He stared at me for a moment before he stood again. I thought he was leaving, and somehow I was relieved.. but I didn't want him to leave at the same time. I wondered if he'd tell me if he had made his decision.

He stood there. And that made me wonder if he was leaving or not. I raised my brows when I realized he expected me to follow. I kept the cup back, standing as I dusted off my kimono. I opened the door, of my room, walking out after he did. I quickly slid on my slippers before I followed him out. By this time, night had approached. I wondered if I should be following him.. my mother wouldn't approve, especially my father...

But they didn't seem to notice when my door opened, nor did they open their door to check the noises of our footsteps. I never heard them talking to muzan when he arrived, so I didn't know what to make of it. Perhaps it was alright.

"Muzan.. where are we going? It's late.."

I didn't know the time.. but I assumed it was late. I wondered where he was taking me, for I feared demons.. and my parents warned me not to be out during the night, so I stopped taking my nightly walks. I glanced at him when he didn't answer.

I trailed behind him, and we walked for a while, walking through corners, and paths I didn't recognize.. until eventually we trailed through a forest path, and arrived at a field. I glanced around as I walked further inside. It was beautiful, full of fresh flowers, that smelled lovely. I glanced back at Muzan, my frown turning into a slight smile, before I focused back on the field.

Muzan walked up beside me, holding his hands behind his back. He spoke.

"I've decided what your tasks will be."

I turned to look at him, ready for answers. I raised my brows when he spoke again.

"You'll be acting as my wife."

My stomach sank, and I froze. Wife? Married to him? Why mother, why father? Why wouldn't they tell me anything beforehand? I didn't want to get married now.. and certainly not with someone I wasn't in love with! Those thoughts partially left when he spoke again.

"Of course, we won't be married.. you'll just act as my wife. My work requires it."

I tried to make sense of this.. what type of work would need this? I tried to control myself from asking any more questions because I know if I did, I would just complain, and rant. But I couldn't.

"Wife? Why would you need me to act as your wife? I'm not suited for that. I just- why wouldn't my parents tell me any sooner!?"

I almost raised my voice. Muzan stared down at the flowers for a moment, before looking at me sigh such a look that I felt like, he was going to cut me into pieces with his gaze... I slightly pursed my lips, my gaze softening before I slightly bowed.

"I apologize... I didn't mean to, muzan."

I turned back to face the field, afraid of scolding or confrontation. But instead, he simply faced the field as well. I almost sighed in relief, but I kept it subsided admiring the view, and the fresh scent of chrysanthemum...