Heian Period

"I have waited patiently for you. "His words echoed, like needles penetrating through her skin.

"Why do you insist on making things difficult for me? Are you going to postpone until I'm too sick to move and coughing up blood? I did not know that you were such a heartless woman."

She gulped nervously and placed a hand on his arm, as if to appease him before speaking.

"Muzan-sama..."

Her eyes watered slightly and she looked as pitiful as a cowering rabbit. With her jade white skin, beautiful black doe eyes and small pink lips, it was akin to a little animal in need of protection. Even her voice was just as soft and smooth as her.

"Otou-sama fell sick so suddenly.. He is old and has no one but me to take care of him. I beg of you.." She said in a pleading tone that would make a person's heart ache.

"Let me go back. "

The man with curly black hair and sharp eyes turned to her with a livid expression, veins popping out. He did not look happy and his current expression gave off a huge intimidating aura that can make people fall on their knees.

"Foolish woman. What about me? Am I nothing in your eyes? He is your father but I am your husband to be. You will spend your future with me, not with him. Or were you simply looking for an excuse because you really don't want to be tied down to a sickly man like me? A supposed dead man?"

"Muzan-sama.. t..that's not it.. If you would allow my father to move in the mansion then we won't have to postpone the marriage.. I will be able to care for him here without leaving.." She said nervously. "I beg of you..Muzan-sama. "

She bowed, her head touching the floor to express her utmost sincerity.

The man with dark curly hair gritted his teeth.

'Do I really have to share you with a dying old man? Someone who is even in far worse state than me?' His mind told him, his eyes turning red from rage.

But the words that left his mouth were, "Very well.. Bring him here. After this, you won't have any excuse anymore. If you still dare to postpone this marriage..." His voice trailed off ominously.

She froze for a moment before relaxing. A shy smile bloomed on her face as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

".. thank you for your kind understanding."

His knuckles clenched tightly before he placed an arm around her slender waist. He silently watched the smile on her face, admiring it.

She was the only woman brave enough to be this bold against him. She was the only one who could smile like that after facing his anger.

Even though they were still not wedded to each other, she acted her part as a doting wife who would share meals with him, stay during his consultation and routinely give his medicine.

He was used to the pitying gaze from the servants who thought that he would soon drop dead because of his weak constitution. He was used to the stare of those arrogant aristocrats wanting to covet his fortune.

He learned to ignore the disdain he got from women who didn't want to marry a sickly man for a husband. Who would even desire to be a widow after getting married?

He looked at the woman in his arms. The only excuse she ever said to postpone their marriage was her sickly father who needed care. Now he was no longer surprised at the fact that she was good at taking care of him because she was used to looking after her sickly father.

But he could never bare parting with her now that she managed to worm her way inside the depths of his soul.

"Mimi.. you need to marry me. No. You will marry me. I will make it happen." He declared while staring at her happy face.

Her lips twitched.

"Then.. Muzan-sama.. I look forward to calling you my husband."

That day never came.

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Present day

"I might know his name... " Nao said as she hugged herself, fighting off an invisible chill.

Tanjiro perked up.

"Then.. Nao-sama...--?!"

Tanjiro covered his nose on instinct. He smelled the strong scent of a demon in the air. His eyes widened because they were in the Butterfly Estate and it was daytime.

How come he could smell the scent of a demon?!

Nao noticed his expression.

"Are you okay..?"

"There... t..there's a d..demon!"

Nao stiffened. Tanjiro forced himself to move as he darted out of the door, following the scent madly. There was a lot of wounded patients recovering in the estate and his friends were here.

What kind of demon was bold enough to storm inside here during daylight..?

When he reached outside, it was eerily quiet.

The white hanged sheets in the rack were being blown softly by the wind.

A white bare foot stepped out and a tall silhouette of someone could be seen.

The wind blew harmlessly, the sheets fluttering in the air as they parted to reveal a tall white demon in robes.

Tanjiro gasped, paling even more.

It was daytime!

It was daytime..the sun is out.. so how was it possible that...

"We meet again, boy." The white demon said, his scary scar and white eyes focused on him.

"I am grateful that you remained alive. It made it easier for me to follow the trail." He continued, taking more steps.

"She is here, right?"

"....!"

The white demon raised his hand. In his grasp was a passed out Aoi.

"Of course, I am talking about Mimi-san. This girl was unlucky to be caught by me but I am a simple person." The demon tilted his head.

"Bring Mimi-san in exchange for this girl's life."

"Ah.. how is it possible..? How are you standing under the sun?!" Tanjiro said with shock. He placed a hand on his blade.

The demon did not smile.

"Ah.. That is simple. It's because I am as old as the first demon. I was his first accidental creation."

"Accidental..?"

The white demon noticed his confusion so he specified his words.

"... in other words, he killed me. He tore my chest out and crushed my heart. He somehow managed to mix his blood inside my body from the measly injuries he got from me. He was still imperfect at that time so wounding him was easy. You understand, don't you? His blood turns people into demons. He probably thought I would not survive."

The white demon suddenly smiled.

"But one thousand years later and I'm still alive." He dangled Aoi's body infront of Tanjiro like she was some kind of doll.

"But enough of that.... I did ask for Mimi-san, right? So... why are you still standing there, dumbfounded? Is this girl's life nothing to you? Must I find more hostages? Or do I need to burn this mansion down to the ground?"

The white demon narrowed his eyes as his aura suddenly leaked. An ominous feeling engulfed Tanjiro. He was overwhelmed by the intensity of this demon's presence.

"There's no need for that."

Thud! The demon dropped Aoi like she was some kind of discarded vegetable and smoothly passed Tanjiro like he was invisible and nonexistent.

Tanjiro was injured and too slow to catch him so he was only in time to see the white demon standing in front of a dark haired woman, her pink lips pressed into a thin line and her pale lavender eyes indifferent.

Her soft lips parted and melodious voice sounded, enough to melt even the coldest of hearts.

"Hello, Yuu."

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Author's Note:

To avoid confusion, Yuu is Mimi's childhood friend in their first life. Please refer to the previous chapters about their life during the Heian Period, where the big bad demon is still human :DDD

It is around Chapter 20-29. This is the Previous Life Arc.

Anddddd,

I'm back from my lonnggggg holiday vacation. Congratulations on more than 230k readsss♡♡♡♡ Thank you so much. Don't kill me for not updating =^=