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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 11 months

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Exotica 6 | It's Contagious

The time was inching closer and the weight of your reality hung on your shoulders like a foreboding omen

Since Inosuke’s arrival, you have discovered many things about yourself

Briefly of how you came to be here, what your purpose was

As painful as it had been to find out you had answers

Answers that gave you a mission during the battle

Of course, saving as many as you could

But confronting him in a battle of your own

Nonetheless, the weight of your coming battle brought a cloud of anxiety over you

Something everyone seemed privy to as you switched homes once again:

“Exotica-sama seems so down lately.”

“I agree, maybe it's all the girls committing ashinuke.”

“I hope not! They shouldn’t cry over those cowards.”

Zenitsu couldn’t hear the end of it. Constant chatter and gossip surrounding Oiran Warabahime and Exotica, the latter being the most positive. It all made for good information to report on but it made the fearful demon slayer’s stomach clench with foreboding.

It was eased for a moment when he caught Exotica’s gaze landing on him. The moment was so magical, he cursed the sound Hashira for such a crippling disguise. As ‘Zenko’ all he could do was stay silent as the girls woefully spoke on his behalf.

“As you can see…she’s quite the looker…right?”

“No no, Exotica-sama said we couldn’t be so insulting! Its bad manners!”

“Well, what am I supposed to say?”

Sat in the official temporary quarters of Exotica’s Zenko was being officially introduced. Having previously been scoffed at by the Oiran he was prepared to hear the same from the dark beauty that the Yukaku District seemed to praise. To say he was taken with you, would be inaccurate he was obsessed. Even the sound of your steps brought a sweltering heat on his body and blood rushed to all parts of his body with unhealthy excitement. Which proved inconvenient at some points+

“Forget that! Exotica-sama, we wanted to show you Zenko’s one redeeming quality. We thought she’d be perfect…and maybe make you happy.”

“...yes, go ahead then.”

Dazzling beauty aside he could only explain it as his intuition for gorgeousness but it seemed like you were in a haze. Shrouded eyes clouded with something intense; a burden you couldn’t divulge no matter who came to you. He noted the yearning in everyone, especially the suspicious Warabihime whose mood seemed to sour when you listlessly regarded her.

Shamisen in hand he began to strum, playing a tune he didn’t know. It felt as though he heard somewhere before. It overtook his fingers and the chords of his throat, humming an upbeat song.

You lifted your head as the familiar song graced your ears. A musical beacon in a fog of doubt, playing just for you. You took off your hat as quietly as you could setting it besides yourself as you finally registered what was happening. The Zenitsu Agamatsu, the demon slayer was dressed up like a girl and playing for you. You were in a world where humans took on demons and won! What was a deity to a human with overwhelming knowledge about the world you were in? What was the mere power of the sun in the dark of night against the power of the moon? This wasn’t reality, this was the world crafted from the imagination of Koyoharu Gotouge and it should be a given that you as the underdog should have the upper hand.

You raised your hand to pull away your dampened veil, using it to give a tentative wipe to your eyes as you keep your eyes on him. His eyes were closed focused on bringing the song to its end he missed your reveal and the shock it garnered from the girls around him. When he finally did let himself look up. Eyes clear and smiling, he beholds the true beauty of Exotica and he couldn’t be more inclined to protect you and your smile.

“Thank you, Zenko. I needed that.”

He bowed if only to hide the blush shining through his makeup, following the lead of the girls who were gleefully bowing as well. You continued to smile closing your eyes to relish in your returned confidence.

Rendering all of you oblivious to the infuriated Oiran standing at the door.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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The fire pillar from demon slayer meeting Exsotica as she heading to a lord house to entertain them but the run to a carrange probably and they both happen to meet

Meeting someone other worldly and kind would be something

Exotica | Meeting the Flame Hashira

Well first and foremost this would never happen cannon storyline

By the time you show up in this universe it's almost a year or two before Kyojuro is fated to die

But with the tidbit dropped in the Art headcannon it’d seem that Kagaya would eventually summon you to the estate

But that couldn’t be the case because you never can’t leave the Yukaku District

Daki and Gyutarou have been ordered to hold you there

And of course, the Red light district suddenly becoming more famous for your existence would sooner send the art of you than sending you on your own

They’d risk losing you to bandits, obsessed fans, demons

It would just be too much for the Red District to lose their favorite cash cow

Not to mention if Kyojuro ever stepped foot near any of the houses

There’s no way that both sides would remain clueless

Kyojuro’s too adept for that Daki and Gyutarou would never let this fly on account of That Man’s orders

The conditions for this meet would rely on the luck Exotica does not have, and it can’t be too far from the Yukaku District:

“HELLO THERE FAIR MAIDEN!”

You were by the river taking a rest from your travels and from the carriage that housed Warabihime. You didn’t mind spending extended hours in Daki’s disguise, in fact, you preferred it. Her clinginess was kept to a minimum and she’s in a much better mood; usually too distracted by you to badger her own staff. But you were able to excuse yourself heading into the sunlight to relieve yourself as well as get a look at the majestic scenery you could only read about in manga/only fawn over in anime. Either way, you sent a smile and greeted the demon slayer.

You recognized him immediately—who wouldn’t, but you refrained from expressing any sorrow. Instead offering to give him food. You had plenty in abundance having done the Edo equivalent of a celebrities tour. And you happily sat with the Hashira as he munched on his provided meal.

“YUM! YUM! DELICIOUS!”

You let yourself giggle, drawing the fiery eyes of the Hashira as he tilted his head into confusion.

“I don’t mean to sound like I’m making fun of you. I’m just curious as to why your so vocal while eating?”

The hashira finished his bite giving you his glowing smile.

“I BELIEVE IT’S BEST TO VOICE EVERYTHING YOUR HEART! ESPECIALLY WHEN THAT CHANCE MIGHT BE TAKEN FROM YOU!”

“Wow, it sounds as though…your speaking from experience.”

He gave a hearty laugh before continuing to eat befor cleating his mouth once again.

“ON THAT NOTE, I’D LIKE TO SAY YOU’RE ABSOULUTELY BEWITCHING! MARRY ME!”

“Haha Rengoku-san, you’re very funny but I don’t think I can.”

“HAHA PERSISTENCE IS A VIRTUE TOO MANY LOSE HEART THAT WAY! MARRY ME!”

He would repeat the same declaration all throughout your break before one of the young maidens called you on behalf of the oiran. When the time came you bowed to him, encouraging the hashira on his way. Before you depart he grabs your hand, and with a grim theme to his expression he gave you a promise.

“I WASN’T JESTING WHEN I PROPOSED THIS TO YOU. ONCE MY MISSION IS COMPLETE I WILL FIND YOU AND MARRY YOU. SAFE TRAVELS MY FLAME.”

Releasing you to begin his jovial trek to whatever mission he was on. Standing still in genuine stupor you were broken out by Warabihime’s calls. Returning to the carriage you urged the demon’s worried cries as well as your own.

‘What was that and why did it feel so…true?’

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Can I have part two hc of the sound piller wives with Exsotica?

Liked each of them get to see them getting ready for each time for a peraid as it's something many in the district enjoy to see as they see Exsotica is a embodiment of good fortune and luck

Hinatsuru

Already showing her prowess within the Kyogoku House

It wouldn’t be bizarre that she be allowed to help prepare you for the parade

She’s incredibly responsible

Performing her tasks of preparing the items for your parade posse

She’s smooth, using her task of organizing the flowers to let herself into your private room

The one you’ve dedicated to calming your nerves and preparing to be Exotica

You didn’t respond or even react as she entered the room

Minding your bedazzled hat and train of your celebration kimono she stepped closer to you

She puts her flowers against your makeup under the guise of matching the flowers to you’re themes

“Hinasturu?”

“Mhhh.”

“I can’t really open my eyes, sorry for not making eye contact.”

“Don’t worry at all, I only wanted to match the flowers to your essence.”

She moved close to you letting her hand holding the flowers fall

You could feel her breath tickle your made up lips

As if she was going to–

“Exotica, the floats are almost ready! Oh Hina, did you pick the flowers that will match her best. ”

You imagined she did her small smile before leaving as quickly as she came

‘You make it so easy to be distracted.’

Makio

“ Hey, Makio if you want to help so bad you can carry the Tibetan Singing bowl

Unfortunately this role in your parade doesn’t receive a lot of proximity to you

As the forefront of the parade she was supposed to introduce you

Which apparently didn’t require her being allowed to really see you

…that is if she wasn’t an undercover kunoichi

Slipping through your window in the early morning just as the night had finally ended she slips in through your oddly opened window

You’re still snoozing but she’ll slip under your covers

Squeezing you as she cuddles in

“H-huh M-maki-?”

“Shhh shhh, you’ve gotta relax right? Just sleep.”

She’ll leave before everyone starts streaming in

But now she can happily play the tibetan singing bowl

With her daily dose of (Y/n) to keep her happy

‘I can do anything with her…can’t think of what’ll be like when this is over…”

Suma

“NOOOOO (YYYY/NNNN)!! I Wanna Go with youuuu!”

She’s wailing as your young handmaidens try and fight her off

The headwife of the Tokito household just sighs as she tries to think of something to satisfy her need to be by your side

“H-how about you, hold their train? Yes, you can do that right? You’ll be the closest you can be as they do their parade.”

“O-okay.”

She’s reluctantly letting you get changed whining all along as she gets her supporting kimono on

When she’s dressed she immediately run or skip to find you

Letting her into your private room she almost risks smudging her makeup against you

Until you advise her to keep it together so she can enjoy the parade

“B-but you won’t be able to go with me later…What will I do then?”

You rub her back and flash a smile that has here sucking up her tears and blushing

“You’ll have to have all the fun for me and after that you can share your finds with me. Can you do that Suma?”

“Y-yeah.”

So she’ll happily continue on holding your train and enjoying the parade and aligning festival

‘(Y/n) really cares…I don’t want this to ever end.’

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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I've decided it been long enough since I have harassed you so here: Exotica getting caught in the middle of daki/gyutaro battle and getting hurt and all of sudden these two demon siblings go from cocky to downright murderous. Poor exotica is probably tramatize from all the times she seen someone be killed.

Exotica: An Accident

Like it wouldn’t even be the demonslayer’s fault

You’d just be running or something and you trip or even a stray roof tile just coming to bonk you on the head

At the first sight of your blood they see red immediately going out of their way to brutally murder everyone within a 50 mile radius

I doubt the pillar or our favorite trio would survive

But if they did it would be through both Daki and Gyutarou’s mindless anger that they barely escape with their lives

You on the otherhand are cradled as both siblings freak out

Daki is crying because ‘why are humans so weak?”

And Gyutarou is freaking out a) because he can’t rationalize turning you right here and now and b) without the know how to properly treat human wounds

Thankfully in the midst of their mayhem someone is sent to clear the way:

“Ne~? Did you ruin That Man’s favorite human?”

Douma in all his glory arrives practically skipping over the mangled corpses and nearly dying citizens of the Red Light district. Making his way to the still frazzled duo he’ll assess the damage before scooping you up and taking you back to his sanctuary where he’ll hand you over to his followers to save and care for you.

When you wake up at first you believe that you’d be in the Butterfly mansion. So as relieved as you could be, you got up and had begun to walk around hoping you’d get a glimpse of the butterfly hashira. When you smack into the chest of the Upper Moon you are in for a rude awakening.

“Aww~the favorites awake now aren’t you an oddity~?”

With a new business model you're set up as the reclaimed goddess of night. The same business just has less physical meetings–with paying clients. Douma by all means is going to take every chance to explore his charge seeing as That Man doesn’t see this as overstepping. At first it's sparingly he has a cult to run after all. But soon this becomes an obsession, a drug he makes time to indulge in. He’ll have you in his sea of pillows, smiling relentlessly as you come undone underneath him. Should any of his followers peek or interrupt during the early days of his interest he won’t be so peeved. But after that grace period he cannot resist you and will show no mercy to interlopers. Now he feels the illusion of sympathy as to what his subordinates felt before their punishment. How he wants to own every bit of you or how he can’t stand to hear that you actually remember the names of his followers.

Oh, he'll gladly take on the job of caring for the injured Exotica! Granted he probably won’t help your injuries if it means you have to rely on him but hey at least you're not getting punished like Daki and Gyutarou. Those poor siblings, if Muzan decided to let them live, he’s making them eat over a hundred demon slayers before they can even lay eyes on you again.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Exotica | Its Only Just Begun

You knew they were here

From the moment you heard the squeals of the headwife about ‘a handsome man who gave an ugly girl’

You were both thrilled and horrified

With the conflict right under your nose you still had no idea what you were doing

Evacuate everyone? Of course as many lives saved as possible is the best but what next

Fight alongside the demonslayers? Never you hardly knew how to use a kitchen knife

Warn the demons? As if, even if you felt sorry for them you didn’t condone what they did in the slightest

So what then?

What about going home?

You’d been so caught up with improving everyone’s lives you’d hardly thought of your own

You pushed it away for now

Now you’ll focus on helping these ‘girls’ fit in

You opened your sliding door to casually check on the newest recruit

You slid the door to find the women of the Tokito house crowded around a made up Tanjiro

You giggled alerting everyone of your presence

He looked as ridiculous as the anime made him look

You remembered seeing the teaser and believed you’d see a cute crossdressing episode

Alas Zenitsu and Tanjiro looked absolutely ridiculous

If you were a headwife you wouldn’t let them in

You allowed yourself to step through the path made by the surrounding girls

When you finally reached Tanjiro you sat down, bowing in greeting

“Welcome to the Tokito house. I’m (Y/n).”

“H-hi! I’m Sumiko.”

“Exotica-sama if you could please fix-er-help Sumiko-chan out with their face...”

You obliged, guiding ‘Sumiko’ to your room followed briefly by your handmaidens who brought the materials before dismissing themselves

You invited your guest to sit with you as you wet a rag in a given bowl

Hesitantly, he did just that clenching his fists against his robe all the while as he waited for the shock that would have come with his real face:

You were so gentle. The cloth was cool but the strokes along his face reminded him of his mother. He pushed the thought away trying to remain as still and unresponsive of the cakey wait of his makeup being wiped away.

“You have a heavy weight on your shouulders.”

Your voice pierced the silence, making him snap his eyes open looking at your shrouded form as though checking to see if you actually spoke. It was hard to tell with the veil, your giant hat, and the magnificent kimono that revealed hardly anything. As if you could read his thoughts you removed your hat and veil to reveal your face.

Huffing through the matte red of your lipstick, you revealed your pearly whites in a beautiful welcoming smile.

“See. I’m not even wearing makeup now. So don’t be worried.”

Right, worried about his makeup. He hoped his ponytail was enough to fool you and that you didn’t notice his muscles underneath his kimono.

His thoughts were interrupted by the flicks of a brush being made on his cheeks. You were so close. He could smell the faint wisps of jasmine in full force now that you practically nose to nose with him. Your (e/c) eyes were focused on him not on his eyes but on his sunkissed skin; he just couldn’t help the blush that sprung on his face. You chuckled as you turned to reach for a red paste, grabbing another brush with finer tip.

Before he could catch a break, you moved in even closer practically on his lap. You lightly held his face, staining your fingers with the foundation you previously put on. Tanjiro focused on the wet feeling of his lips with the paste painted on his lips–or at least he’d try to. But it was even harder to focus when the heat of your breath tickled the bridge between his nose and mouth.

“Almost done…”

It was said in passing with a bite of your lip as you tried to steady your hand. Gosh you wished you had some lip liner. Doing the best you could, you retouched his makeup before allowing yourself to rest.

“U-hm (Y/n)-san are you an Oiran like Koinatsu?”

“Oh, no I don’t think what I am has a name just yet. But everyone calls me Exotica.”

Interesting. He wanted to press more but the knock of the headwife and the appearance of Koinatsu herself had you both ending your conversation. In excitement the headwife escorted him away fawning over his new look allowing him to think about what you said.

“Goodbye Sumiko, wish you the best for your mission!”

It was said under your breath and the underlying scent, hidden by the jasmine, of all-knowing.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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I liked to make coffee by hand ( manually, like used a hand grinder, heat the coffee pot, used the filter on this special coffee pot to make coffee )

Is it okay for Exsotica make coffee for the head wife in each house she stay?

Exotica | Coffee Maker

Thats awesome

if I may I’d like to dub this talenteted anon as ☕anon!!!

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Anyway just cause you transmigrated to a place where it isn’t the most popular doesn’t mean you don’t make it

If you aren’t making coffee for yourself every morning you’ve meticulously taught the your maiden girls how to make it how you like it

Because you typically are left on your own for makeup if you hurry you’ll have time

In your casual yukata you quietly slide along the tatami

Another business oppurtunity? You bet

...if it comes down to it

for all the innovation you've brought sometimes things are just better kept to yourself

or with you and the working women of the industry

Like many things it's something you’ll have to introduce

Even if its accurate that coffee was around it doesn’t seem like a hot~ commodity (See what I did there)

So when you provide it to one headwife its foreign

but she smiles a bit wider

She held her head a little higher

And a pep in her step

She brags and suddenly all the headwives are feigning absolute exhaustion

But you can never forget the first time:

You woke up early, ground your beans making yourself a fine cup of coffee. In the midst of your morning sip; you heard the faint sounds of crying. Worried and slightly disturbed you rose, coffee in hand, as you tried to quietly move across the tatami. Cupping your hand around your ear, you felt like Zenitsu as you zeroed in on the Tokito headwife’s room.

Listening from behind the door you could just hear this woman balling her eyes out. You knew it wasn’t easy being loved by everyone but it certainly wasn’t easy being the subject of hate either. You let yourself into the room sitting down next to her. Realizing you were there she tries to stop but you encourage it by rubbing her back. As she rested her face into your shoulder you pushed your drink into her hand as you hugged her full force. As she de-escalated to sniveling she tentatively went to drink, nearly spitting up.

“W-what is this?”

“Coffee, do you not like it? I can take it away if..?”

She held it away from you, taking a few more sips before keeping it close to her chest. Chuckling, you give her a final squeeze before heading back to your room scurrying in hopes of beating your handmaidens who would be freaking out if you weren’t there.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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~♡ ♡𝓔𝔁 𝓸 𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓪 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮?♡ ♡~

A Mysterious Fellow in the Sun

You sighed in relief as you continued to stroll within the courtyard of one of the houses. A small piece of zen that you failed to gain when you spent the last four hours soothing a client with the sounds of the bowl. While it may have soothed him it stressed you out since its boom in popularity you had been stuck, showing how-to play it, playing it, and organizing others to play it. It was non stop.

You were able to excuse yourself hiding in a nearby hallway to arrive at where you were now. It wasn’t completely silent: the dripping of water, the muffled sounds of the house busied with early clients and business meetings. You stayed in the shade with the raised floor, knowing full-well you wouldn’t risk the time and energy to fix your ensemble to step out into the sun; only to be found too hot in mere seconds.

“Awfully warm out isn’t it?”

The voice was a man’s, joyful and nonchalant. You could’ve mistaken him for Uzui if you couldn’t make out his silhouette. The sun’s rays shone strong around him leaving his face an absolute mystery to you as you looked through the veil of your hat.

“It is…now who are you?”

It was a valid question. A young man lounging on the walls of the Tokito House that kept women and wealthy people quite often. You didn’t want to assume; but you were curious.

The man chuckled, his shoulders bouncing along. Abruptly he stood, still using the sun to hide his face as he shot his hands into the air.

“I CAN’T WAIT! I CAN’T WAIT FOR YOU!!!” He shouted. The words could have been made for pain if it weren’t for the joyous tone he had. He gave another distinctive laugh before freefalling on the other side of the wall.

“W-what? H-hey! Are You Okay!” You shouted.

Immediately the sandals of your handmaidens and the headwife stampede towards.

“We’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

“Exotica-sama he’s becoming restless, come.”

“Glad we got here, it's so hot you could sweat out your hair.”

“B-but a boy-er-man fell off the wall over there. As long as he doesn’t need help then I”ll be okay.”

“Hush hush, you're always worrying about everyone else you’ll get a heatstroke!”

“I’ll check for you!”

“Thank you Mei, alright alright I’m coming.”

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Exotica | Inching Closer

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You took your time saying goodbye

Being sure in checking everyone was a happy camper before you moved to the Kyogoku house

Because there was a chance you may not see them again

You weren’t allowed as much time as you would’ve liked with Tanjiro but you knew if anyone was really going to take your hint it’d be him

“Goodby Exotica-sama.”

“Please Koinatsu, call me by my name. For all this time you’ve been such a dear help for me. I truly wish the best for you.”

“Thank you for that, (Y/n). I’ll miss you.”

“And me, you.”

You gave her a hug before moving to stand in formation with your transitioning parade

Your arrival to the Kyogo house had your heart pumping with excitement not only were you getting to see all your friends but Inosuka Hashibara

The wild child of the kamboko trio, self-proclaimed god of the forest, the demonslayer with boar for his head:

“Come look, Exotica-sama! We just got this new girl! She wore the ugliest makeup but underneath all that she is a beaute!”

You chuckled lightly at the head wife’s use of the word as you continued to make your way into the Kyogoku household. Containing your excitement you made your way to your room, your maidens and the headwife following closely behind. Chatting excitedly on a range of different topics you let that be the ambience to your excited thoughts. Passing by the streams of the younger women as they began to prepare for the night they stopped what they were doing to greet you. Proudly regailing their triumphs and assignments you had assigned, you couldn’t help but fight the quiver in your smile.

You’d miss this when it was all over. When everything would be laid to waste and become a horror for anyone who wasn’t already dead. Seeing their faces a light with joy only called for the rising trepidation as you replayed the battle from the anime. Every moment must be cherished especially when you may be helpless to do anything in the future.

“Oh yes, and this Inoko. The new girl I was talking about.”

Seeing the jaw-dropping beauty of Inosuke Hashibara in person was truly an experience. You fought your own reaction, nodding your head in greeting. He didn’t seem to react, instead just staring straight at you. You didn’t take it to heart, considering Inosuke needed to keep quiet anyway. Not to mention you might be the first person he’s met that looks like you. It wasn’t bizarre to meet those who were…less than kind about your appearance. You took it in stride already walking with your entourage back to your room.

“D-don’t worry about her! She doesn’t speak much anyway.”

You nodded if only to soothe the headwife before beginning your night time routine. You couldn’t deny your excitement had waned a little but you couldn’t let that get you down. Especially when you had an entire community to worry about.

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Inosuke was glad to have shaken off the other girls who practically demanded they sleep with their futons together. If it were anyone less agile he would have struggled but he was Inosuke Hashibara so of course it was easy. A new element had arisen. Exotica. Praises all around it sounded like when those nurse-girls talked about Tanjiro. It was sickening and he couldn��t wait to meet her. He’d have the jump against that flashy god of light or whatever his name was. Getting ahead of Monitsu and definitely Gonpachiro would surely get them to follow him like the best underlings they can be.

Finally meeting you, there was no way you could be a demon. He did his soul search and watched your behavior; all that rose was that uncomfortable fluttery feeling in his stomach.

He couldn’t even see your face properly but your presence alone gave him that butterfly feeling. He had to investigate this, perhaps this was the power of an Upper Moon. Carefully stepping on the least creaky floorboards he made his way to Exotica’s room; ordained by the larger room and the emblem of the Kyogoku house.

He was careful to slide the door a small fraction so that he could peek at the infamous Exotica. Sat without a veil staring up at the moon from the open window. Your skin was enlightened by the moon’s pearly rays and that same feeling came agan. He clutched at his nightwear, specifically the area where his heart beat irrevocably fast as he spied the exposed neck…and collarbone..and your barely covered chest. Staring intently at your form he realized you were sweating, letting your clothes hang haphazardly off your shoulders. He wanted to venture further. You had the temperament of a stressed animal and he was overcome with an urge to comfort you. Perhaps he would have if he wasn’t stricken with the overwhelming feeling of a true predator.

He couldn’t see it but he knew that you could. He watched as you stopped your intense staring at the moon to speak to whatever was in the corner of your room. It was hard to hear you even for someone as talented as Inosuke. If only Monitsu were here!

“...No’ings wrong….I’m okay…just catching ma breath…”

Another voice spoke garbled or nonsensical Inosuke couldn’t make heads or tails of their speech. In a moment whatever was speaking stopped, which had you looking at the small crack in your door pretending you didn’t see anything. He was grateful that he could consider Exotica an ally at least for this moment. You mumbled something to the creature which had their presence dissipating as fast as possible.

Inosuke was surprised to wince at the stray beam of the rising sun. He debated further interrogating you but he watched you tiredly slump to the floor barely making it to your futon. Turning away he planned to head back to his futon actually feeling the weight of tiredness and not willing to hear the whining that’d he’d get if he got eye-bags. But that same tug on his heart stopped him only easing up when he let himself into your room. It was easy for him to tuck his muscular arms underneath you before laying you on your padded futon. He lingered after pulling the blanket over you; you were so soft. He felt that tingly feeling that made him quietly fume at your sleeping form before closing the window and booking it to his futon.

He laid there trying to still his beating heart and the itchy hotness that refused to leave his cheeks. He will find out who Exotica is. And if he could help it, save you from whatever that creature was.

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The mentioned of asmr made me think that some clients would be wanting to hear something that is not music

Exsotica bunting in an unusual instrament that she bought with her own money ( a metalic small bowl ) and starts creat this most zen music sound that relax her customer to the point of sleeping, with little handmaiden help out in the background gently move a small box of dry leaves and uncooked rice to make a sound that made it even more interesting to relax

Wut u think?

Internal joke anon here

I did get your message about the actual name for it being Tibetan Song bowl

While I think it's really cool if Exotica founded this from the bit of research I did I found out that in Japan this was called a "rin" that was used for meditation among the Buddhist religion

But the money you'd get from the side-hustle of music therapy? *chef's kiss*

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Exotica | Tibetan Singing Bowl

It was a gift from one of your foreign clients

While some were a little nervous about what a foreigner gifts you

but you reassured them, translating the good vibes it was supposed to bring

Some of your older girls called it a "rin" asking you to play it often during tea meets and just down time in general

Eventually one of the girls would ask for you to play it for them and one of your clients would beg the question

'What the heck was this thing'

Judging by his typical skepticism you avoided the talk about the religion behind it and focusing on the sound

Coming up with a super technical term in English you prefaced what he was about to hear

As you were twirling the knob at the bottom of the bowl if this were a cartoon your light bulb would have appeared above your head

A new business opportunity was afoot and you would not miss this

After the clients time expires you asked him how much he enjoyed the sound

Already sniffing another brilliant idea of yours he immediately promises his investment

From there you get to work:

"Hello my ladies I've called you all here today for another opportunity of business."

Expecting this, the headwives and their Oirans silently watched your colored lips craft your pitch. As any good business proposal, especially yours, you commanded their attention to you and only you.

"Sound Therapy." You smiled in confirmation. "Through the medium of sound," the Tibetan bowl started singing "relaxation and zen can be acquired."

The headwives seemed moved by the sound. You clinked your cup twice and the younger girls, sitting at the edges of the room, began the light wacking the thistle sticks. On the fifth beat, like you practiced, the light tap of homemade drums

A song of rhythm had begun physically causing the headwives to sway and the Oirans to smile even behind their fans. And just like you practiced at the shake of pebbles in a teapot for the fourth time everything stopped for your voice to ring the loudest.

"We already have an investor and I suggest you each will have a sound unique to you."

The headwives were all quite excited but you could tell they were holding back their excited expressions with tight faces. Noses to the sky; they loved how you treated them with so much respect. Almost as if they were business partners even though at your mere suggestion you could very well get rid of them.

"Why should we let you?"

Cold and final Oiran Warabihime was the one to speak. You visibly didn't react and that familiar vein popped out on the white forehead of the prized Oiran of the Kyugoko house.

"Why should we let you decide anything, your a child!"

This wasn't about sound therapy.

"This has nothing to do with me this is an opportunity for you. if you don't understand how business works than you might as well leave us alone."

Leave. Me. Alone.

"I say let's pick up this conversation in a little bit." The angel Oiran Koinatsu cut in. "I have a client to prepare for. It was wonderful having tea with you again, Exotica-sama." She said standing with her headwife. The Ogimoto house followed suit dismissing themselves before the final headwife received a glare and left the room too.

"You always think your so much better than me, smarter than me; especially when you know nothing at all."

"If you're talking about your demon blood that means nothing in a testament to growth."

"Says who?!"

"Says me!"

"You know I could change You right here right now!"

"What?!"

"Than you'd understand. YOU'D UNDERSTAND WHY YOUR WRONG! WITH HIS BLOOD YOU'D UNDERSTAND WITH HIS BLOOD YOU WOULDNT BE SUCH A--"

"That's enough."

"...Ni-chan?"

Gyutarou stood in the dark, illuminating the crimson hue of his eyes. After realizing her fight for your enlightenment was in vain she slunk to the ground crying. You stayed rooted in your spot, it was like when Muzan was here. No, it looked like he was here when Gyutarou was glaring you down with such intensity.

In actuality it was pity. In some strange way he knew how badly the desire to avenge yourself must have been; to be a weak human amongst demons. He allowed your outburst, your treatment of Daki but how he wish he could give you that man's blood as well. He'd give all of his if he could but the risk of your reaction to it was a risk he was not about to take. He retreated back into his sister patting her head as he disappeared.

After his form was fully gone you sat still listening to the quiet crying of Daki, debating whether to comfort her or not. You didn't have to make the decision because she crawls on all fours to lean herself onto you before shoving her nose and mouth into the crook of your neck. Wrapping her arms around your shoulders she cries, even harder now, and in between her borderline screaming you can hear on fateful phrase that allows you to return the hug and shed a tear. 'I'm sorry. Please don't leave us."

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Exsotica with all the other girls? Like Exsotica have this very rare moment that she doesn't have any costomers and this a small tea party and some food with the head wives and some selected woman's in the party and talked about what to improve the business and also hear any issue and help out

Exotica: Tea Ceremonies

When it comes to tea meets you had those organized everywhere and in-between your schedule, thanks to your individual clients

But the exception would be your monthly tea meets

You often find a majority of your time spent dealing with typical clients and not so typical clients

It can be so exhausting sometimes

Especially when you have to scold and mediate grown men who argue like babies

You much preferred your monthly tea meets

During these meetings you reconnected with the girls and talked about what was going on in the town

Typically you have these during the day automatically excluding Daki

(A gift inits own right)

You would host these tea sessions as a way to meet up and speak with the girls about their missions

What missions?

Well Exotica's missions were tasks that furthered

You forced them to confront a part of themselves they struggled with

Emotionally or physically they would then present it to the group using the manners you instill with ever tea meet

For instance your little handmaidens were being taught the proper way to conduct research by keeping numbers on what behaviors were shared by the clients

Or one of the younger girls were being taught about fighting off the desire to gossip

Or, for fun, the older women would appreciate the way you made missions specifically to instill confidence in them

These are your girls and if everything is going to be leveled thanks to Gyutarou and Daki you wanted these women to be leaders and ambassadors for change

If they survive

You weren't an idiot to not realize that the traits that hurt them the most made them desirable but it was important that no matter what happened that they realized how valuable they are as people

You'd consider this a way to keep the morale high among the girls:

In the Kyugoko house you had your handmaidens help you collect the saucers and cups for the Tea meet. "Hi (Y/n)-chan!" The little girls looked at eachother and gulped as the infamous Oiran Warabihime addressed you so casually. Your really name wasn't what made goosebumps pickle their skin it was the very apparent dislike for her that made them worried. One night while finding you nearly sick out of your mind, you avidly refused to see her when she tried to visit. You even sucked your teeth when the headwife spoke about her in passing. You grit your teeth and fought the urge to break the dishes in your hand. You debated if you should just angrily tell her off now or play it cool. Instead you walked by her with no acknowledgement whatsoever heading out to the outside set up under a canopy. "My apologies Oiran-sama, they only want to focus on our tea party today and since it's in the morning they didn't want to inconvenience you for tonight. Excuse us." They bowed before trailing after you as you rushed to complete the setting of the table. She looked on in anger as you ignored her once again. She didn't bother hiding it as she swiftly returned to her windowless room. She laid down on her futon, disguising her use of intense hearing for sleeping. Using the reach of her sash she could only hear the very faint whispers of the kyogo headwife and some girls from the same house. "(Y/n)-sama seemed really angry with Oiran-sama today." "Yeah I wonder why?" "I heard it was because Oiran tried to take a client of theirs-" "I heard it was because -" "Now Girls! Do your missions mean nothing!?" "Sorry Kyogo-san, but it's just strange for (Y/n)-san to be soooo…"

"I-i know…but for now let no one speak of it, alright?" "Yes ma'am." Cheered the girls before scurrying to complete their tasks. Daki pulled at her hair forcing it out from the elegant style that took hours to do. Were you crying about something as stupid as that?!This was the first time you so boldly refused her. Despite popular belief she wasn't entirely oblivious to the fake reactions you gave. Heck she's been doing this for over a century. She tried to ignore it the light twitch in your matte covered lips as you smile at her. She couldn't deny that she could hear the grinding of your teeth and the subtle twitch in your resting hands. "Is it…all my fault?" She wasn't stupid you had been punished because of her, yes but was it so bad you couldn't stand to look at her? She was convinced that you would have forgiven her once you realized your mistake. "They don't understand their not a demon like us. They just don't understand." In reality Gyutarou was frantically trying to assure the both of them that you still loved them (him). His own fearful motto blurs into Daki's conclusion about you. You were just ignorant of the bigger picture, you are human after all. That's what she'll tell herself as she sees you retreat from everyone to your quarters. Resisting the urge to follow you in, she steps away. On her own. Maybe you just need some time to process this, who is she to try and explain this to a stubborn human? Perhaps if you were like her you'd understand.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Exotica accidently letting it slip that she knows all the uppermoons to a demon slayer. Like they have good hearing and now she is suddenly being hunted and that's the last straw for muzan who turns her into a demon if and or exotica saying "fuck it , just this once" and getting a particular nasty men (someone who's deserve it) killed by asking daki or gyutaro.

If you've been following along you'll know I typically make asks as cannon as I can but this one's going to break this pattern because it just doesn't fit with the storyline that I am working on.

Anyways I hope you enjoy!!

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Exotica | Consequences

It slipped while you were trying to warn a Mizunoe, the second lowest rank of a Demon Slayer. The truth about the upper moon that they wanted to face was that they couldn’t be beat by typical means. When asked why that was the case you explained the fighting style that Douma had, encouraging them to leave before the sun set. Pressing even further they forced you to spill whatever else you knew about the upper moons all the while pleading that they leave as soon as possible. Alas they didn’t listen and instead held you at sword point saying ‘if you mean so much to them, surely they’d be willing to save you from certain death.’ You knew they wouldn't violate the code and you gathered this was a tactic to avoid your interference but nonetheless it was a threat and a certain duo didn’t play when you were in any hint of danger.

Sure enough Gyutarou and Daki were standing menacingly in the corners of your room.

The amateur demonslayer continued to taunt them as they just stood there, as if held back by something. You were concerned but not for you. You knew full well how fast Gyutarou and Daki could move; surely a lot faster than this guy could pierce your skin. If they were holding themselves back for anyone it’d be on the command for That Man.

“Demon slayers are quite cocky these days, aren’t they?”

Immediately after, the warmth of the Mizunoe’s presence on you vanished and the cooling splatter of what had to be blood replaced it. You tried not to hyperventilate even as you slowly moved your hand to cup the gash that split the skin of your neck leaking out your own crimson contribution. You didn’t scream, you wouldn’t want to scare the girls, or the siblings in front of you. Who were both already crying or screaming. You couldn’t hear them. As the light faded from your (e/c) eyes you hoped everyone would be better off.

When you awoke, you felt strangely healthy yet on the brink of death. You looked at your skin, it looked healthy but something felt off. Realizing you were dressed in a flowy western style robe you would gain your bearings. Searching the Japanese style room that was filled with lavish furniture, paintings, and books. You eventually would slide open the door to be met with the confusing collection of Japanese styled hallways and stairs.

You were in the Infinity Castle.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

The upper moons who had gathered upon That Man’s request were shocked to hear such a noise bouncing off the walls of the castle. Daki, who was representing both her and her brother at the time jumped in joy.

“(Y/n)-chan!!!”

Leaving the other moons to look curiously at their break in character. Intrigued, Douma is the first to invite themselves to follow along.

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Landing on the balcony you seem to be leaning on for support Daki is in awe of your appearance. She lands on the ground in front of you dropping to her knees and offering her open palms to you.

“D-daki, am I what I think I am?”

“As perfect as That Man himself? Now You Are!”

You begin to stand on your own clutching the cloth of your robe as you make grips with your situation.

“Who’s the new blood?”

The conniving voice of the rainbow-eyed demon pierced through as he was playfully perched on the jutting bridge along with the upper moons. They all seemed to change their tunes when you turned to see them all. You had the likeness of That Man. Your confused gaze initiated the immediate urge to protect you. Dominate you? Own you? The demons were in absolute disarray. Your beauty and foreign looks shook them to whatever core they had left. Before any of them could take the time to jump you the presence of That Man demanded order be restored.

“Muzan what is-?”

You put your hand over your mouth as though it would stop the absolute destruction of yourself. You waited for the horrifying end you remembered of the Temari demon. But nothing happened. As shocked as you were, the others were even more so. You could feel more than their worried gazes on you, you could feel the exact thoughts of them all.

‘How are they still alive?!’

‘Is this a human? But they don’t smell like one?!’

‘Their horrified expression is delicious.’

Cringing a little, you looked into those magenta eyes that looked down upon you. You didn’t have to say anything because you knew, he knew. Finally blinking in response the Demon king introduced the newest demon as his parallel and near equal: you.

No questions asked or time to register you felt the slight pull of your waist and the shifting of the walls and floors of the castle. Suddenly in a room similar to the one you woke up in you were sitting on something soft. You tried to get up but the engulfing arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back into the lap of none other than Muzan Kibitsuji. You tried to adjust yourself to make some space between you two but the pale head that slithered along your shoulder wedged itself against the jugular of your neck stopped you.

“Your neck. The vermin cut it as his last and final wish (Y/n). Isn’t that cruel (Y/n)?”

Evertime he uttered your name you could feel the rumbling of his chest in tandem with the husky breath fanning your neck. A light puncture of the skin and the forgiving caress of his tonuge had you breathe audibly hitch.

“Those demon slayers you seem to love so dearly wouldn’t think twice about hurting you.”

He released your waist to pull at your robe leaving you exposed to the draft of the room. You promptly sought to cover yourself up and he let you, gliding down your arm to your hand; re-enforcing the protective cover you placed.

“And how many times have I had to save you? Have my subordinates had to?”

He straightened back up, removing his head from its place. Pushing you down against him even more, if that was possible, to the point where your head rested against his shoulder. Curving his head practically on top of yours.

“Drink.”

You weren’t going to but something within you begged you to. Hesitantly you went to nibble at his neck finding the fangs that had sprouted to enter the skin. Acting as straws, the delicacy of his blood clouded your judgement, abandoning your soft nature for more of a starving one. Your hands that were previously protecting what privacy you had left went to busy themselves with the notion of bringing you closer to Muzan. His hands in the meanwhile replaced yours further holding you as closely as you wanted. You stayed like that for a while before you awoke from your hunger-driven trance to stop drinking, reeling back in horrified reflection. Removing yourself as much as he would allow you too, you focused on protecting your modesty and trying to grasp the reality of the situation. You were a demon. A monster.

“I-i’m sorry I-”

“You are mine. Meaning you are perfect or almost will be.”

You tried to escape his hold on you but you couldn’t break free. Leaving you like a deer in headlights as Muzan’s hands carded and tangled his hands in your elongated (y/t) hair.

“This is your problem, you care like them too much.”

Swiftly laying you on the tatami floor he easily held your wrists together kneeling by your frame.

“Give me a name.”

“What? For what?” You knew exactly what for.

“NOW.”

“No.”

“Give me a name or all those girls die.”

“...Horishii Take.”

A vendor for some merchandise you needed to be sold but a notorious predator upon the girls and even the boys of your found-family. Too long had you been unable to do anything about it. At least this was a good thing, right?

“Good. We’ll let Daki and Gyutarou deal with it.”

He left you in the silence of the room with the moonlight shining down upon you. You cried for the first time as a demon.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Ok but can we get a post on how muzan acts with exotica. We can kinda see snippet throughout but I would really like to see a post foe him.

Of course, Cookiekitty!! Though this is especially drastic (and Graphic) But he's pretty ambiguous anyways

Exotica | The Deal With the Demon King

⚠️[Warning: Graphic Imagery, Violence, PTSD]⚠️

The funny thing is you’re not all that sure either

There was that one time where he comforted you

The times where he just kind of stares at you

But You really don’t know with him

And your pretty sure he kind of likes it that way

But there are a few things you can definitively know

1) Never will he enter a room right in front of your eyes

Always showing up when your turned away or distracted

It typically scares you, whether you voice it or not

Gyutarou does similar stuff and you’ve learned to just kind of roll with it

Alarming but you could get used to it

2) When he asks a question you have to answer

If just being in his presence alone doesn’t make you pee your pants this man glaring at you would definitively do the trick

You typically answer right away because your more afraid of his assumption that you’re ignoring him

3) and final note keep your mask on

Don’t for the love of everything beautiful DO NOT LET YOUR MASK SLIP

The moment you reveal what you’re feeling you suffer the possibility of being punished

For Exotica–you to be punished was not something you ever thought would be uttered within the same sentence:

“You deserve to be punished for this!!!”

You were still sitting in front of the now-cold tea, trying to hold your temper as the oiran wailed at you. Daki had come to visit you to not only rant about whatever she did, she also came to demand that you leave a certain client behind. They were beautiful, yes, and wealthy, and generous with the whole house, even so he was respectful of your inability to leave the district. According to the demon, he had paid for her services and revealed how he was a demon slayer while bragging. Disregarding her persona she slammed her growing nails on your tea-table and told you to stop encouraging business with him because she was unsuccessful in getting him alone.

You tried to keep your calm even as she became unraveled, her whole argument was hollow. This man even in all his popularity was doing wonders for the Yukaku economy; really helping the district make more of a mark than with their ‘entertainment ventures’. You voiced this to her confident and concise, you didn’t expect her to understand but you were hoping she realized you had a reason for doing this.

“He believes he’s one of those lowlife pests–a demonslayer. As if, he hardly dresses the part, not to mention he told me of all people!”

She was angrily mocking him and you couldn’t deny if this was true. then it truly meant this man was a fool but at least he was a fool with influence. You tried to speak but she interrupted you.

“He told me he suspects you! NOT ONLY IS HE THREATENING MASTER BUT HE'S TRYING TO HURT YOU! GET RID OF HIM, NOW!”

“WARABIHIME, you're such a brat. I'm not-” “Uhm excuse me Oiran-sama, you have an appointment soon.”

Once again you were interrupted, this time stopping the way you were about to blast this girl, by one of her little maidens. You return to your typical demeanor avoiding eye-contact with the astonished, distraught look on her face. She would quietly gather herself to leave before turning her head and tilting it up.

“I’m telling him of your ignorance.”

You keep still as the shivers run over your body. You dreaded the fact that the two of them had a direct link to the big man himself. It was like which sibling could be the first to tell a parent who punched first. And unfortunately you didn’t have that bio-tattle-tail-phone in your blood. So all you could do was wait ‘till nightfall when you knew you’d get it.

While waiting for Muzan looking at the moon you heard the shuffle of your door closing.

“It’s awfully improper for you to be visiting me so late.”

“I bet you were waiting for me. It’s been awhile since I’ve encountered one of your kind.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

You kept your eyes trained on the nightsky, even as you felt the presence of a blade to your back. You kept your mask up while looking at your favorite view to maintain it, it’d be easier to speak calmly without looking at the weapon.

“Did you not hear from your friend earlier? I claim you, are a demon.”

“A baseless assumption, to fool everyone I presume?”

“Excuse me?”

“You aren’t really a demon slayer, you’ll just use that as an excuse to do what you want, right?”

Silence on his end. You continued.

“But I think you’re missing an opportunity, good sir.”

“I’m listening.”

In a short time you divulge your plan of his involvement in this district into another. By the end of it his sword was sheathed once again and he was sitting next to you looking at the moon.

“Exotica you–”

“BELONG TO ME.”

The angry voice of Muzan Kibutsuji had the client paling in fear and you in a cold sweats. In less than a second a splotch of blood bloomed on the garbs of the man next to you leaving him gasping. You on the otherhand were busy being pulled back by your comfortable kimono,your veil being torn from your face. Held by your jaw you struggled against the pressure those cold hands were inflicting as they pointed you to the gasping man struggling across from you.

“He could survive, you know, I’ve only taken out his vocal chords. Since you like to hear him talk so much.”

You struggled as he unrelentingly tightened on your jaw and airway. You tried to defend your actions and maybe save this guy's life.

“I-I on-ly wanted w-what was best for the econ-omy.”

He pulled you back to look at his angered face veins popping so far out of his head. Incredulous at the suggestion he threw you to the ground coming down on top of you, holding you down, pulling your face up with a grip on the entirety of your head.

“ECONOMY!? ECONOMY?! This will be your economy if you ever do this again.”

Forcing you to keep looking ahead, you had to watch in horror as something beyond your vision pierced the man’s eye. A spewing of blood from the socket had the man clutching it wheezing in the place of screams.

“Please just stop! I’m sorr-”

The hand holding your head switched to hold your mouth closed and your eyes trained on the man who was slowly being bloated with what had to be Muzan’s blood. The explosion of guts and blood coated your entire room; you were by some miracle untouched, same as Muzan.

You went limp on the ground as he stood tall, licking a drip of blood that he saved on his finger. Casually walking up to the spot the man had laid beforehand; he grimaced at the bloody tatters of his yukata.

“This is a warning (Y/n). Don’t betray me, you’ll know who’s going to suffer in your stead.”

He looked at you now curled in on yourself and silently crying. He stepped over the evidence of the man before to grab you by your waist. He carried your exhausted self to the roof of the house lying you there. He let your dead-looking eyes look to the moon as he called upon Daki and Gyutarou who were kneeling on a nearby rooftop.

“Clean it up.”

“Of course Master.” They spoke simultaneously and went to complete their task.

Muzan turned to look at you still crying even as you looked to the moon. He stared at you as you continued to go through bouts of crying.

When you awoke your room was clean your veil was folded neatly beside you making you question if what happened was even real. You would struggle to get ready, making everyone who would typically help you in the morning quite worried. It would only hit you once more when the head-wife speaks of an oddly placed letter telling that the client that was so helpful has gone on to do other things. You silently begin to cry and everyone wonders why you're so distraught but because your reaction is so out of character they call this an emergency. Cancelling your schedules and appointments to have a little break; they send you home to your found family. Without makeup, the business tea parties, or the clients you relished in the quiet barren room they had reserved for you. You take a week to recuperate, readjust your mask, and move on with your life. Everyone is relying on you. For their sake you would go on. So you’ll bury your hate, your sadness, all of it in hopes that something will change for the better when that day comes.

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