Yall ever just look at yourself in the mirror and cry? Because yeah same lol.  ANYWAYS! Enjoy the chapter my beautiful readers ❤︎

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{third person POV}
'Wait where am I?! What happened after that demon attacked us? Is Nezuko alright? Did someone take me?'

Tanjiro panicked as he winced in pain at the throbbing in the back of his head. The rattling chains sent a sinister feeling travel down the boy's spine, as he attempted to uselessly pry himself from them.

He gritted his teeth at the futile attempts and rested his head on the nearby wall; breathing heavily from the struggle.

Suddenly he heard footsteps come from behind the door, scaring him a little in the process. Tanjiro cautiously backed up and curled into a ball away from the entrance.

The door opened slowly, splashes of light seeping into the dingy room. Plum red, slitted eyes stood out from the surrounding, shining with a hidden desire.

"I see your finally awake" a deep voice spoke, the person showing himself fully.

"Muzan..." Tanjiro hissed, he sprung from his curled position and ran at the man; just as he was stopped by the chains, making them face to face.

Muzan grinned at Tanjiro's angered expression and trailed his sharp nail down the slayer's chest "feisty are we?" He snickered gleefully, pressing his nail harder so it sliced through his clothing, revealing his pale, toned chest.

Tanjiro recoiled in surprise, jumping away from the demon king. However, the male only walked closer, forcing Tanjiro to press himself tightly to the wall.

"Where's my sister!" Tanjiro yelled with the little confidence he could muster at that moment. Muzan raised an eyebrow and squinted his glowing eyes "how would I know? I didn't want her"

Tanjiro felt himself both relieved and more uneasy by the statement "w-what do you mean?" He stuttered nervously, growing more unsettled by his current predicament.

Muzan sighed as if it were obvious "if I didn't want you, you'd be dead by now" the demon hissed with satisfaction, his eyes scanning Tanjiro's bare chest.

"What do you mean you want me?" The red head asked wearily, his voice breaking occasionally "I mean I want you" Muzan poked Tanjiro's chest to emphasise the point, his nail drawing a singular bead of blood directly above his heart.

Muzan noticed Tanjiro's confused expression and once again sighed "alright, your coming down for dinner with me and my family. Any funny business and you're dead" Muzan hissed, his canines growing sharper with every syllable.

Tanjiro thought about it then nodded submissively, hoping someone would come to look for him. There was no chance he could fight Muzan like this- it would be suicide.

Muzan squinted his eyes suspiciously and started to undo the chains, he dropped them to the floor and left the room with Tanjiro trailing behind him.

"Oh hello dear! I hope you're alright, come have some food" Muzan's wife greeted, ruffling Tanjiro's hair and smiling kindly.

Tanjiro shakily smiled back "thank you for taking care of me" he replied meekly and sat next to their daughter, followed by Muzan on his other side "ma who's that?" The inquisitive black haired child asked, her big eyes shining with curiosity.

"He's staying with us for a little bit, poor thing was homeless" the lady sympathetically informed, believing what Muzan told them of course.

Tanjiro nodded his head fearfully, afraid of what would happen if he acted out of line. "Well then here we are!" She exclaimed happily, giving everyone a plate of her home made food.

It was rise with some sort of meat - smothered in a smooth sauce. It looked absolutely delicious in Tanjiro's eyes. He hadn't eaten for a while and he was practically drooling at the sight of the food.

Muzan scowled inwardly at the food and forced himself to eat in in order to 'fit in'. However, on the other hand, Tanjiro seemed to completely forget about his situation momentarily and indulge in the meal.

Suddenly Tanjiro froze as he felt a hand tightly grip his thigh from under the table; nails ripping and piercing deeper into his skin with every micro-movement.

He stifled a whimper and dropped his chopsticks on the table "you ok dear?" The lady asked kindly, noticing Tanjiro's pained expression.

The boy glanced at Muzan to see he was glaring intently at him; his gaze sending shivers down his spine as he forced a smile onto his face.

"Y-yes sorry I'm fine!" Tanjiro reassured, picking up the chopsticks once more and eating some more rice with a shaky hand.

Muzan grinned subtly as he started to feel the blood from Tanjiro's leg seep onto his hand and dampen his clothing. Recoiling his hand from the flesh, he picked up a napkin and pretended to dab his face as he licked off the remaining crimson liquid.

The demon king was surprised at how sweet it tasted and could only yearn for more as he continued to force down the 'repulsive human food' which his wife cooked him.

"Thank you for the food ma'm" Tanjiro said kindly, placing his chopsticks down on the empty plate "that's ok dear, was it nice?"

Tanjiro beamed, ignoring the bleeding coming from his leg "it was amazing thank you" he stood up and bowed, using his hand to cover the redness now prominent on his clothing.

"I'll take him back to his room, thank you for the dinner" Muzan said with a slight smirk, obviously planning something.

Tanjiro shivered and was about to follow when a small hand grabbed his sleeve "hey Mr, can we play in my room please?" The little girl asked with a bright smile, her intentions holding no ill will.

Tanjiro glanced at Muzan as to what he should do right before his wife spoke up "of course! You to can bond a little, I'll spend some time with your father!"

The demon angrily gritted his teeth and forced a small smile "sure." he spat, tapping Tanjiro on the shoulder before cleaning up the plates with his wife.

"Come on mister!" The girl shouted enthusiastically, bouncing off her seat and dragging Tanjiro to her room.

She opened the door revealing quite a small but cosy looking room. It was filled with many cute wooden toys and dress up items.

"Come on, I'll dress you up!" She beamed, making Tanjiro sit in the floor.

"You can call me Tanjiro, no need for formalities" he commented, watching the girl bustle through all her drawers in search for something for him to wear.

"Ok Tanjiro!" The black haired girl replied happily, filling the demon slayer with the slightest bit of hope "oh, this will be perfect! My ma gave it to me for when I'm older, but it'll fit you!"

The girl revealed a rather large puffy dress, it's top with a deep v line and tight material until it spread out at the knees.

"Come on put it on then we'll show it to everyone else!"

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I broke my fucking finger.