I literally haven't published a chapter in 10 days and I'm already working on like 3 different things and I'm starting this new thing 😭😭😭

Anyways yay!! :::3 Readapting classing theatre/dance into kokuzan because I saw my little sister's kids version of it a few weeks ago and I was bored watching so I came up with this and now I'm finally writing it down!! 

Theme: Idk what to call it tbh 

Au: Nutcraker??? Idk. But Muzan is Clara (His name is still Muzan though) and Koku is like a samurai doll that's in the place of the nutcracker. 

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3RD PERSON POV 

The party was loud, boring, and a waste of time as it was every year. Muzan hated going. Sure, he got some cool gifts, but that was about it. At least he could drink this year.... He took another sip of his wine and sighed. He didn't want to be hear, and he didn't want to talk to any of his awful family members or their annoying friends. Every person at this party was insufferable. 

"Come on, Muzan!" His father said. "Join the party, have fun!" 

"No." He replied blankly. 

"You're older now, you need to be building more of a reputation with these people." 

"Why? I hate them all, and I don't care for reputations." 

"Ugh..." His father sighed. "At least make an effort to participate a little when your uncle gets here? He said that he brought something special for you this year." 

"Yeah, sure.." He said sarcastically to drive his father away faster. In reality, he didn't really believe that what his uncle was bringing would be all that great. Yeah, sure his little robots were cool party tricks, but they only did little one minute dances to wow the guests. Nothing he's ever done so far had ever stuck with Muzan for longer than an hour. 

Little did Muzan know that this year was different. 

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"Gather round, gather round everyone! Take a seat!" Muzan's mother called out to all the guests, which meant that his uncle was about to arrive in a few minutes time. As Muzan took his seat and was forced to abandon his drink, he was glad that this this uncle was the only one who could make it this year, so he could go another few more months without seeing his detestable cousin and his family. 

The rest of the guests took their seats, which were less luxurious than Muzan's, of course. Muzan knew it didn't really matter, but he liked that if he had to be bored, he could be bored while looking more powerful than everybody else. 

As he was finding the most comfortable position to sit in on the chair, as he predicted he would have to be here for a while, a smoke-bomb like thing goes off, revealing his toymaker uncle and 4 boxes. 2 smaller ones on the right, 1 larger one on the left, and one which was fancier than the others directly behind him. 

The audience cheered upon his arrival, and he took a bow in response. He then moved out of the way, and made it over to the chairs where Muzan's family was gathered, landing him standing right in between the chairs of Muzan and his father. Then, he took out a remote from his pocked, pressed a button, and the two smaller boxes opened up, revealing two jesters. 

The audience gasped, and seemed surprised and excited. To Muzan, though, this was just a reskin of the ones he brought last year. Sure their dancing was smoother and their outfits were nicer, but that was really the only difference. After them was a dancing bear. 'How funny.' Muzan thought sarcastically. At least it was a little new, he was expecting a remake of the dancing doll from last year. 

After the bear was done, his uncle (I can't spell the name so he's just called 'uncle 😭) took out a new remote from his pocket. He pressed a button, opening the box to reveal something unlike anything Muzan had ever seen before. Inside, there was a tall doll of a man whom he assumed to be a samurai, judging off his sword. He had 6 eyes, a fire-like mark on his forehead and neck, a purple yukata with a black hexagon patterns, and black pants. 

He stepped off the bottom of the box, and turned towards the uncle and Muzan, almost as if he was looking for a signal. Muzan's uncle nodded, which the samurai doll responded to with showing the audience a few sword moves. He wielded the sword elegantly, and clearly had it mastered. 

Now Muzan was impressed by this. Not only was the skill of the samurai beautiful, but the doll himself was. Muzan found his face and build quite attractive, despite the fact that he was only made of artificial materials. 'If only they made human men like this.' Muzan thought. 

With another signal from his uncle, the samurai came over to Muzan's chair and sat on the ground, on top of his legs, right in front of Muzan. He looked up at Muzan and greeted him respectfully with a wave and a head nod. Muzan looked up at his uncle and inquired about the samurai doll. 

"Can he talk?" 

"Yup." His uncle responded. "But since I'm experimenting with new and advanced technology, he's developed a personality of his own, causing him to be a little shy." 

"What's his name?" 

"Kokushibo."

"Kokushibo..." Muzan repeated excitedly. He then turned back to him and placed a hand on Kokushibo's head after giving him a head pat. "Well Kokushibo, your sword skills are quite impressive." 

"Thank you.." He responded slowly. 

"Damn why'd you make his voice hot.." He addressed his uncle under his breath. 

"Because I made him for you! I'm not oblivious like your parents." 

"... I am made.. of porcelain... I do not have.. lungs or vocal cords.. It is impossible for me to produce.. warm temperatures.. with my voice..." 

"That's not what I meant, Kokushibo." Muzan looked back at the six-eyed doll and spoke sweetly as he moved his hand from the top of his head and cupped his cheek.

"Your hands.. they do not jar.. my touch sensors... as other things do..." He told Muzan in response to his cheek being caressed. (Who knows the ref 🤓👆) 

"You can feel my hands?" Kokushibo nodded. "Awh, that's adorable!" he turned back to his uncle "You weren't kidding when you said he was advanced!" 

The uncle chuckled and nodded, before being flagged over by other family members. Muzan then took that opportunity to sneak away from the party with Kokushibo, and bring him too his room. 

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Muzan patted the spot next to him on his bed, signaling for Kokushibo to sit next to him. Kokushibo followed, and got surprised at the texture of the blankets and pillows when he sat on the bed. 

"Do the blankets jar your senses?" Muzan asked. 

"No.." He responded. "I like the feeling of them.. they're soft.." 

"I'm glad." He responded. "My uncle said that he was experimenting with advanced technology with you, and you developed your own personality.. so do you have feelings, too? Like happy, sad, angry..." He hesitated for a moment "And love?" He wanted to know if the samurai could feel like a human. 

"Yes.. I can.." He started. "I have.. the same emotional range.. as a human. However.. I am not as good.. at understanding.. or expressing.. how I feel..." 

"Mmm, I see." Muzan said as he nodded. "So, do you wanna try going out later?" 

"Out..?" Kokushibo  questioned

"Yeah like out on a date." 

"A date...?" 

"Yeah. I think you're pretty, and when humans find someone pretty, they ask them out on a date." 

"Can you.. elaborate..? What does one.. do.. on a.. 'date'..?" 

"Most commonly people take their dates to restaurants, but I'm assuming you can't eat, right?" Kokushibo nodded. "So since it would be pointless to go to a restaurant, we'd go someplace else." 

"And what is.. the point.. of a date...?" 

"People take each other on dates to see if they'd like to be in a relationship with one another, and to see if their compatible." 

"And how do they.. determine such..?" 

"They see how they feel about the date. If one went well, they usually go on more." 

"Ah.."

"Anyways.." Muzan yawned "The party's tired me out, so I'm gonna go to sleep... feel free to join me if you want.." He said. "Wait.. can you sleep?" 

"Yes, I am capable.. I just have to press the button on the back of my neck.." 

"I see!" 

"Would you like.. me to sleep.. with you...?" 

"..." Muzan hesitated for a second. He was thinking about making a joke but realized that Kokushibo wouldn't get it, and that he definably meant it literally. "Sure." He responded. 

"Okay.." Kokushibo reached up to the button on his neck. 

"Wait! Don't press that yet. Lay down and get under the covers first." 

"Does that help humans sleep?" 

"Yes." 

"Alright." He laid down on one of Muzan's extra pillows and pulled the blanket over himself. 

"How do you wake up?" 

"The sleep... times out... sometime between.. 8 and 10 hours." 

"K." Muzan said. "Goodnight, Kokushibo!" He laid down himself.

"Goodnight.." 

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It's already at 1548 words and I don't wanna write anymore today.. so there will be a part two!! It will contain the rest of act one and act two :3