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Hey gng, new to this dog shit but anyways this is fire, basically a situation ship between Leewon x taekjoo, Leewon x vladmir  while also trying to juggle Caesars balls, Tanjiro trying to not get PTSD, Sukuna giving Muzan viscous backshots, Gojo crying about Getoes not coming with him, Shadow milk and Hanako appearing in a random bathroom, Nobara and Some other characters rarely getting dialogue because my ass decides to hyperfixate on the more 'popular characters.

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It was the 30th of may, 2024, USA NYC. One of Caesar's mansions no one had used for a century. Now it had been renovated and made all pretty. The sun was already setting as all the residents had taken their places. Tomioka and Kyojuro were in one room, nextdoor was Tanjiro, Yuji, Nobara and Megumi. The ‘twins’, Power and Denji slept in the same room due to being the only ones to tolerate one another. Loid slept in one room alone, never getting any sleep and Anya slept with a pink haired girl and a black haired girl who had insisted she slept with them for a good night's rest. This was mostly Madoka's offer that she hadn't let gone of, and Homura just did what she said. Sukuna slept in the room across from Muzan, them both talking frequently and somehow getting along. Gojo slept alone, as Geto had refused to come along with him. In the room next to the master bedroom lay Zhenya and Taekjoo, Taekjoo often taking pictures (sometimes mugs) of Zhenya, awake or asleep. Till and Ivan were meant to be sleeping in opposite rooms, yet Ivan kept breaking into Till’s room. Yet if this was unachievable he’d just start blabbering on outside his door or crying until Till had let him in. Finally, at the end of the corridor sat the master bedroom, where Leewon and Caesar slept. The only room with double doors (minus Sukuna just so he can walk in).

It was now 5:30 am, people dragging themselves to the dining table laid with piles of food. Half dedicated to Caesar and Sukuna. The dining room, to say the least, was havoc. Power and Homura were fighting as
Power wanted to sit next to Denji and Homura wanted to sit next to Madoka, yet there was only one chair between them. Muzan and Sukuna were talking, making ‘arrangements’, which Anya had mindread and had come across some unknown words. Tanjiro was happily talking to the big 3, about his journeys and patiently listening to theirs in return. Kyojuro and Tomioka were talking happily (mostly just Kyojuro and Giyuu following with hums or nods) and Vladmir also adding in comments as he was permitted to sit as far away from Leewon as possible. Gojo was now boasting to Taekjoo and Leewon about how lonely he was and ‘one and only’ refused to come with him. Till had now commented many times on how Gojo was a loner, and then being followed by Ivan saying that he and Gojo had another thing in common. He was hit in the head by a flying pancake. Caesar sat at the head of the table, Leewon to his left and Zhenya to his right, the two blondes making an agreement on where to go the next day.

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It was now 8 pm, blaring lights projecting from the various rides and attractions at the world's most famous theme park. The Moon shone high in the starlit sky. Caesar, Sukuna and Yevgeny were too tall to go on any rides to prevent being beheaded. Muzan blatantly refused to go on, and the only people excited were the ones under 20 (minus Kyojurou and Gojo.)

“Well, you certainly chose…uniquely.” Leewon murmured, peeking up from his phone, taking a video of Gojo screaming his head off on the spinning teacups due to Power spinning it far too quickly for RCT to catch up to him.
“Do you like it?” Caesar asked, leaning down for him to hear him over the screams and blaring music.
“It's not the worst thing you've pulled.”
“What's the worst?” Caesar questioned despite knowing full well.
“You wouldn't believe…”

“It's very loud here, Kyojurou..” Murmured Giyuu, questioning if he was actually speaking or just mouthing the words as he couldn't even hear himself speak.
“WHAT WAS THAT MY FRIEND?” Kyojuro yelled obnoxiously, the only thing Giyuu could hear over the music.
“Nevermind…”

“These are very bright, Till.” Ivan began, trailing behind Till. “And I’m pretty sure we were not meant to get this far away from the group..”
“I saw how you were looking around. That shit was way too loud for you and you know it.” He blurted it out, very matter-of-factly.
“I’m surprised it's not the same for you, Till.”
“My owner put me through this shit a lot at the karaoke bars, or whatever the aliens called them.”
…
“Till?”
“Ha?”
“Why did you turn back? When we were back at AKANAT garden, I mean.”
“...Why do you still care about that shit? That was ages ago.”
“Till, I’m just asking. No need to get so mad-”
“Just fucking let go of it. We're out anyways now despite having to live with crazy motherfuckers. So drop it.”
Ivan picked up some ear defenders at the empty stool. Walking back without another word to Till.

“Where are they?” Taekjoo puzzled, “I swear I just saw Till and Ivan walk past..”
Zhenya hummed without another word, smoking a cigar he stole from Caesar, including his lighter.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Madoka?” Homura queered, her head perched on Madoka's shoulder.
“Mhm, I’m surprised they chose something so thrilling for us all, as of their backgrounds..”
“Yeah… I’m just glad you're happy, Madoka-chan.”
“Well, whenever you're happy, Homura, I am too!” Madoka exclaimed, a little too loudly, resulting in some turned heads.

Meanwhile, on a spinning teacup sat Giyuu, Rengoku, Gojo, Denji and Power. All squashed onto the same teacup. Gojo was holding onto the wheel, attempting to get Power and Denji to stop spinning. Yet, it was futile, as he only got burned on the soles of his palms.
Rengoku was laughing with his eyes blown wide, his face a little unsettling, like that of an owl. Yet, Giyuu was too busy holding in bile to realise the horrifying look on his comrades face. Denji surely noticed as he stopped spinning the teacups so much. Gojo had noticed as well, and yelled at Rengoku to keep it up, which he did so, oblivious to how creepy he looked. He was just enjoying himself.

Nobara, Fushiguro, Itadori and Tanjiro were buying sweets from a food stall. Nobara got a chocolate apple , and Yuji got a candy one. Fushiguro got Sour patch kids, which he sucked his face in at, so ended up throwing them at Gojo as he spun around screaming. Them occasionally getting in his mouth. Finally, Tanjiro got just a plain ice cream, which he ended up dropping on the ground, which Denji slipped up on as he walked out.

At the entrance of the park stood two kings, one of curses and the other of demons.
Muzan was leaning up against a lamp post. Muzan hadn’t said a word the entire time he had been at the theme park, while Sukuna just told people to fuck off. Except for Muzan, however.
“Why.” Sukuna began.
“Why what?” Muzan very quickly replied.
“Why haven’t you spoken? The entire time we’ve been here.”
“There has been no reason for me to do so. I have only been asked yes or no questions, which can be responded with gestures such as nods or thumbs up. Not everything has to be expressed with words.”
“Yet that couldn’t be told without words, could have it? And by the looks of it, you've been storing that for a while now.”
“Shut it.” Responded Muzan.
“You like talking, Muzan. You just don’t know when to talk, especially with this many people around.”
“Hey guys, we're going now!” Leewon yelled over the carnival music, which some groaned at and booed, resulting in a couple gunshots.

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In the kitchen, a natural colour palette with a built in bar and dining table. Flour coating the worktops as Yuji kneaded dough. Nobara was whipping cream and Megumi was oiling the pans. Tanjiro didn’t know how to operate the modern-day equipment, so he had to read out the instructions to them. Despite barely knowing how to read. In the living room, Anya was watching bondman with Loid, Madoka and Homura. Gojo was chatting away to Rengoku and Giyuu, not really Giyuu though. he was fast asleep. with his head rested upon Kyojuro’s shoulder. Rengoku didn’t mind though. He was used to Giyuu’s unnatural sleeping habits, including Gojo’s as he would pretty much sleep anywhere he wanted while believing there would be no consequences. Sukuna was leaning against the doorframe to his bedroom, Muzan sitting on the edge of his bed, seemingly recomplentating life. Denji was tackling Power in the middle of the living room, which Till recorded and convinced Ivan into doing the same. Taekjoo, chugging a glass of water that he imagined to be vodka to keep himself together for a little longer. Zhenya was watching him the entire time, wiping the water that dribbled down his chin. Leewon, half awake and groggy, walked in the bathroom, before jumping back out with a shriek.
“Theres a fucking cookie and teenager in the bathroom!” Vladmir, running to his side before getting bodied by a crying muppet. Caesar managed to peek his head around the corner, met with Hanako-kun, chatting away with a fuckass blue cookie with a staff hooked over its shoulder.
“Sooo, what type of apparition are you? After all, you do look fairly…. unique.”
“Apparition? Ha! Schizophrenia and deceit really do affect the young teenage girls these days.”
“I’m not a girl.” Hanako replied, an eyebrow raised.
“I wonder what really affects teenage girls then,” Murmured Homura, appearing behind Hanako.

“So…” Started Tanjiro “You seem about my age… What's your name?”
“My name is Hanako, so you may just call me that.”
“Okay Hanako-kun!”
“You’re a dick.” Began Vladmir, still too salty to make eye contact with Shadow Milk.
“How crude!” Giggled Shadow milk, his blue skin, dough, whatever, catching Anya’s eye. Which made her speak up for the first time today.
“Are you homosapien?”

After a couple minutes, they sat down at a round table, cookies in the middle. Which shadow milk was eating a little too enthusiastically.
“So…” Madoka began “How did you all get here..?”
“The toilet I was bound to was used as a replacement for the previous one.” Hanako began.
“Sukuna, if your fatass didn’t break the last one we wouldn’t have a ghost twink.” Gojo shot at Sukuna.
“I had beans that night.”
“No wonder why that foul stench knocked me out..” Muzan replied.
“I thought demons couldn’t sleep?” Anya queered.
“So did I.” Replied Muzan.
“Well, for me, the window was open and I was bored. But, you seem to have enough rooms to have me stay there.” Shadow milk trailed off..
“We don’t have enough rooms,” Caesar insisted.
“We do, you're welcome to stay if you’d like.” Leewon corrected, pinching the nape of Caesar’s neck.

“So, this will be your room,” Till gestured to an empty room, which was meant for Hanako. “Cookie, yours is at the start of the corridor.”
“Why is it empty?” Hanako queered.
“We go shopping every Friday, we’ll get beds then.” Answered Ivan.
“It sure looks roomy, huh?” Shadow milk acknowledged. Hanako hummed back.
“I suppose so! I’m still trying to decorate mine..” Madoka giggled, rubbing the back of her flushed neck.
“I can always help you, Madoka. You just need to ask.” Homura insisted. Which made Madoka cover her beet-root red face.
“Heyy kiddies!”Gojo began, before getting cut off by Teakjoo yelling ‘pedo’ from the kitchen.

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It didn’t take long for the crisp winter Friday to roll along. Robins perched on trees all across the vast garden and the wintergarten far colder than in summer. Muzan was sitting on an L-shaped sofa in said wintergarten. A coffee mug in his hand along with the sweet yet faint smell of caramel. Hanako was still walking around, attempting to get used to the vast expanse of area. Roses in plant pots were scattered around the shelves, water had been freshly topped up. Most likely by Muzan.
“What makes you get up so early, Hanako?” Muzan queered, taking a sip of his coffee.
“I don’t need to sleep, but I do anyway. Not for long periods of time. Why are you drinking coffee?”
“I don’t need to eat, but what's the fun in not?” Muzan replied.
“Fair enough… When’s the tall guy gonna come down? By the looks of it he doesn’t need sleep either..” Hanako trailed off before Muzan stopped him.
“Which one?”
“Uhm… Pink hair.. 4 arms..”
“Ah,” Muzan blurted, “He will be down soon. He usually comes down about now..”
“You make it seem like a routine,”Hanako pointed out.
“I suppose it is at this point.” There were hunky footsteps, before a huge, pink-haired tattooed guy rifled through the kitchen.
“Where the fuck is the yakult?” Sukuna yelled to Muzan, not bothering to turn his head around.
“The bottom drawer above the stove, far right. Keep them away from the flame hashira, he has lactose intolerance.” Muzan hollered back.
“Thought you hated him? He’s a demon slayer after all.” Hanako murmured, his head cocked to the side with a raised eyebrow.
“I usually do, but it's a break from everything for the moment. No wars, arguments, murders , the sort.” The demon responded, flicking the space between Hanako’s eyes yet making sure to not inflict any pain.
“I didn’t realise kings had breaks?” The ghost queered.
“God did, so can I.”

“Ms Madoka?” Anya pondered. “What happened to all these people so that they came here?”
“If I’m being super duper honest with you, Anya-san! I truly have no idea…”
“Anya,” Loid cracked the door open, “Bondman has started if you’d like to watch it?”
Anya nodded eagerly, getting up from the colouring table and waving goodbye to her newfound friends. Loid gave an appreciative nod to Homura, before getting dragged away by Anya. Meanwhile, Power was screeching at Denji as he attempted to shove her into the shower, claiming she stank of chicken and shit. Which she did, but no one would admit it. (She did get eventually showered.)

Nobara, Yuji, Megumi and Tanjiro were playing in the snow. Nobara attempting to strangle Yuji with her scarf and Tanjiro and Megumi making a snowman. Which was destroyed by Gojo coming along and giving it ass. He did bring out a carrot for them to stick on the snowman, which they were grateful for no less. Taekjoo was cooking pot noodles, which Zhenya had a taste of and then immediately downing a cup of milk.
“Pussy,” Taekjoo murmured, blowing on the noodles before he took a big bite,
“What was that, hm?” Zhenya replied, his voice off from the cup still pressed to his mouth swollen. The milk around his lips was a stark contrast to his very red face.
“Nuffink..”

“Jesus christ..” Leewon murmured as Shadow milk and Rengoku argued outside his door. Vladmir telling the beast to ‘piss off’ and Giyuu trying to get Rengoku to lower his voice. He rolled over, stealing all the blanket off Caesar. Caesar huffed, allowing Leewon to do as he pleased as he fought the urge to tell them to argue somewhere else.
“So loud, I wonder if Kyojuro’s voice ever grows hoarse.” Caesar groaned into the lawyer's back, which took Leewon by surprise.
“I thought he was partially deaf? From some kind of demon..” Leewon grumbled, hiding his eyes from the sunlight.
“....How did you know that?”
“Don’t start getting jealous… I just overheard his and Giyuu’s conversation, that's all.” Leewon snapped, giving a light smack to the Tsar’s head, who let out an unenthusiastic ‘ow’.
Suddenly Muzan burst into the room, Hanako behind him.
“Shopping day,” Muzan spoke, a list in his hand which Caesar had to squint at to read.
“Fine fine, let us get up first..” Caesar yawned, clicking his knuckles as he reached for a glass of water as Leewon stole the blanket once again.
“Like.. five more minutes,” Leewon mumbled into the pillow.
“Leewon I quite literally don’t have a bed, I feel like one of Ash Trevino’s kids.” Hanako spoke up to get his point across.
“I’m getting up, I’m gettin’ up..” He mumbled, sliding out of bed and leaning against the wall as he clicked his back, stretching his free arm down.

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I've been SO busy recently I'm so sorry that I haven't posted as much as I'd like to.
Currently writing Shopping pt.2, so hopefully be longer than that of my other chapters