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queenendless · 4 months

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💗Safe Haven (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader)💗

A/n: ... I legit had no clue what to write. So it's gonna be short. Sorry. God this JJK burnout is getting worse!

Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, and these two are enemies on opposites sides but in reality are secret lovers (though it ain't a secret to those who truly know them) with you as their third. And like reader-chan, I need comfort right now.

PLEASE DON'T PLAGARIZE, TRANSLATE, COPY, REPOST AND ETC MY FAN CONTENT. Reblog, like, and follow instead thnx u.

The front door of the apartment unlocked, swinging open as that familiar boisterous voice boomed out. “Sweetheart~! Your Toru is here~!” The door slide closed as Satoru Gojo took off his black dress boots to leave by your welcome mat.

His socked, heavy footsteps sounded getting closer in just a few strides. “Did ya miss me? Cause I sure missed — !”

The sounds of glass shattering followed by the loud thump of something falling made him run, honed in on your cursed energy. Finding you crumbled up on the glass shard covered floor of the living room.

“Y/n!?” Using the barest traces of cursed energy in his finger to collect the shards only to erode them into cursed nothingness, he could safely tend to you. “Hold on. I got you.”

Only when he slowly helped you roll around to sit up on your butt did he see crimson dripping down your hand from the cut open wound on your wrist.

“Fuck.” He muttered before speaking out loud. “I don't see any glass in there. Still,” He pulled off his blindfold to bind it tight enough to put enough pressure to stop the bleeding.

“Toru, your blindfold!”

“I have plenty of backups stashed back at my place. And here, of course. Besides, this is just temporary.” His updo now freed to let his hair down hang over those radiant eyes that bore anxious concern for you as well as the utmost confidence, pulling your uninjured hand up gently as his other arm wrapped around your waist to get you on your feet.

“Not to worry, my dearest angel. Your valiant lover will get you all patched up in no time.”

The sliding open of the rolling door leading to the balcony grabbed your attention.

Then again, you both felt that familiar cursed presence coming a mile away.

“Well now,” Seeing the manta ray returning to his own shadow, Suguru Geto hummed deeply. “What have we here?” He took off his zōri sandals to place by the open doorway. “Satoru, you're no healing nurse like Shoko is, ya know.”

“For your information, Suguru,” the sassy hurt in Gojo's voice betrayed the grin that was there. “I happen to be a wonderful nurse!”

Geto cheekily pointed out. “Then you have a small bloody puddle to wipe up, nurse-sama~”

Satoru groaned a bit. “Hang on. I can't be expected to do all the work.”

“My blood, my mess to clean up.” You meekly pointed out.

Satoru gently lifted you up by the waist just to plop you on the couch, clicking his tongue and wagging his finger at you. “Sorry love, but you look exhausted. No wonder you collapsed earlier and got yourself hurt. Now you need to take it easy.”

Suguru sighed deeply. “Very well. I'll help my dear Satoru out if it'll make him happy.”

Both men hummed as Gojo leaned over to smooch Geto for several drawn out moments to fill that mouth with its usual sweet taste. “Thank you~” Gojo beamed before stalking off to the bathroom where you kept the first aid kit under the sink.

Seeing a decent sized, withered red leaved Jubokko tree become sentient with blinking eyes creep out of Suguru's shadow made your curl away from it. “Sorry dearest, but it'll help clean up the mess much faster.” Suguru assured, despite cringing as its hole of a mouth sucked up every trace of blood on that floor, hissing as its root hands reached out for your bloody clothed wrist only to be sucked back into Suguru's shadow again.

“Wretched leech.” He griped, his white tabi socked feet padded over to you.

You flushed pink at the sight of Suguru undoing his gold-colored kāṣāya garment to drape over the couch as he rolled up his black yukata robe sleeves.

“Choosing to leave the sorcerer life is one thing … but living among these … monkeys. Honestly honey, I'd prefer you live with me and the girls … though with everything that's been transpiring lately …” He sat down and gingerly took your wrapped wrist, smiling faintly recognizing Gojo's blindfold even if bloodstained. “I can see why living away from all that chaos does seem safer.”

“I have returned!” Satoru slid in, holding the kit above his head like it was the newborn heir of the Pride Lands. “So, since I got here first and all, I figured you are up to playing nurse this time?”

“Fine by me. But best we clean it in the bathroom.” Geto recommended.

Gojo drooped, whining. “Back the way I came then. Jeez, could've told me that earlier?”

Geto scoffed. “Oh hush you.”

The cold tap water of your bathroom sink ran as the blindfold was unbound, plopping into the sink, crimson draining away as you kept your wrist under the running faucet.

“Fortunately, the cut isn't that deep so no stitching is needed. Still, I suggest you focus your attention elsewhere to make it seem less painful in your mind's eye, love.” Suguru cautioned as he doused a spare soft clothed rag on the countertop with your mild hand soap before letting it get wet enough.

“You can start by explaining why you're so pooped out?” Hugging you from behind meant you could lean on Satoru's sturdy body as your fatigue was coming back in.

“Insomnia.” You whined a bit as he lifted you up again just to plop you on the counter. “Depression. Lonesomeness – Figured it out now?” Your griping did unnerve them.

Your sniffling meant tears blurred your vision, looking away to face the wall and not them. Satoru weaved his hand through your hair, pulling your head to flush your weeping face in between his plush pecs as Suguru began dabbing and cleaning around the cut.

“I mean, work stress for one cause of course there is. Living here by myself for two. And seeing cursed spirits flock around here, harmless ones at that, still makes me anxious if things will escalate to full blown shit.” You felt yourself laxing as Gojo brushed your hair as well as your arm to reassure you that you weren't alone now. “I'm always gonna be worried for the day when you two don't come back … or for when you do return … but I'll be dead or worse.” The sting in your wrist was outweighed by the ache in your cracked heart.

Shadows covered both their faces, letting you speak.

“I know you both went through hell after Riko-chan … and Haibara-kun … and I thought leaving with Nanami-san would mean I find some semblance of peace and try to live as normally as I could.”

Gauze bandages gingerly covered your wrist as Geto's nimble hands got to work.

“Even so, I thought keeping in touch would be better than nothing … despite the risks … I needed to hear your voices again. See your smiles again. I'm sorry. I – !”

Tenderly holding your cheeks to have you look up at him, you became breathless as Gojo kissed you openly, his tongue brushing yours, capturing your sobs, brushing your streaking tears with those calloused thumbs of his.

“Never apologize for your big beautiful heart, you breathtaking angel.” Satoru heaved heavily, hot pants painting your trembling lips as various emotions swept through those big blue eyes.

Your chin was firmly grasped as your face turned to make way for Geto's lips as his thick neck flexed on how much he wanted to swallow your taste to drown out the horridness that is the taste of cursed spirits.

“How did two damaged beasts such as ourselves get to be blessed with the most endearing creature our eyes have ever laid upon?” Suguru whispered, devotion vivacious in his gaze.

Choked whimpers and shaky gasps leave your lips, submerged in their kisses of unified warmth.

“You were with me at my lowest point when I needed someone to hear me the most.”

“You knocked some sense into my dense noggin and dragged me back just so me and Suguru would hash things out.”

“Even prideful maniacs need to hash things out.” You yawned as Gojo carried you bridal style while Geto hurried packing the first aid kit away.

“I'm sorry we haven't made enough time for you, angel. I'm the biggest packing tank for handling the shittest messes those elders can throw at me. Doesn't beat seeing you though.” Satoru purred the last line as he flicked his pinkie finger to get your door to open. You giggled as he fell atop you on the bed, snatching Suguru's wrist as he just came in after. “Both of you~!”

Suguru's exasperated sigh was betrayed by his wistful grin as he smooched the smirk stretching on Satoru's face.

The sky went from cloudy and blue to the warm colors of the sunset.

Giant sculpted fingers traced your face. From your lashes to your nose. Brushing your forehead, your cheeks, then finally your breathing lips. Lost in deep sleep, Suguru watched in wonder at how serene you appeared.

Stripping off that black zip-up work jacket of his to drape over the dresser, Satoru laid down beside you, brushing your hair leisurely.

“So … what happens now?” Suguru murmured.

“Well,” Satoru hummed, raising a finger. “Option one: we keep going as things have been but that will still leave our little lamb all by her lonesome while we're swept up in the war of our ideals.”

“Option two: we both come clean about our secret but be labeled and hunted as partners in crime.” Suguru continued, raising his own finger.

“Or … there's always option three.” Oh Satoru the ominous.

“Which is?” Suguru was hesitant to ask.

“We three elope, you two and the girls can move into my place, we get two cats that look like us and we name them Catoru and Cuguru~!”

. . .

Suguru laughed under his breath. “You're such a doofus.”

“Well this doofus is all for you two to deal with til the end of our days.” Gojo drowsily put as he ruffled Geto's already tousled hair; his bun coming undone.

“Best to ask Y/n about it after she finally gets some good rest, first.” Geto kissed the wrist of Gojo's hand cupping his cheek; Gojo thumbed his earring filled, large earlobe.

“Hai Hai,” Pulling the younger man close enough, Satoru blissfully, deeply, lip lock danced with his best friend, partner in infamy, and one and only.

Well, one of two.

Heated panting hitting each other's faces, blue looked down, to which black followed.

Finally at ease, able to sleep with their distinctive scents and comfy warmth enveloping you.

For the first time in a while — what felt like forever to you actually — you were at peace.

Feeling velvety wet sweetness kissing you followed by another pair immediately after had you humming for more, to which brought you slightly out of sleep at how much they peppered your entire face with their loving kisses.

Sunset turned to night as their own exhaustion caught up to them both, spooning you from both sides, legs intertwined, snores filling the room, as three bundled into one among rustled sheets and strewn about pillows.

Your bandaged wrist brushed their bare wrists as their hands held yours.

Intertwined.

In hand.

And in life.

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doesfairieshavetails · 1 year

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What’s this? A Karaku appreciation post? You bet your left booty cheek it is!

[ Karaku (可か楽らく, Karaku, lit. Relaxed/Pleasure) appears as a fairly tall young adult male, possessing a muscular build, shoulder-length hair, and narrow eyes with the kanji of "Upper Rank" (上じょう弦げん, Jōgen?) and "Four" (肆し, Shi?) engraved into them. He has two prominent curved horns on his forehead and cracked markings under his eyes, similar to Sekido. Karaku also has the kanji for "relaxed" etched into his tongue. Karaku has pointed ears and sharp nails on each finger, like Sekido. He is usually seen wearing a gleeful expression on his face. Karaku wears nothing but hakama pants, a pair of zōri, and two sash-like accessories on both shoulders. Karaku is always seen carrying around a maple leaf-shaped Uchiwa (團扇うちわ, Uchiwa?).]

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#hantengu #hantengu clones #karaku #demon slayer #kimestsu no yaiba manga #swordsmith village arc #demon slayer anime #urogi #sekido #aizetsu #my gifs #kimetsu no yaiba anime #upper moons #upper moon four #kimetsu no yaiba #my gif #karaku demon slayer #kny karaku

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dawnstruck · 6 months

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a traveler's shade

In his pursuit of Mizu, Taigen finally makes it to London as well. He ends up learning more than he bargained for.

Tags: Post-S1, Spoilers for S1, prediction/wishfulfillment for S2, Mizu/Taigen, female-identifying Mizu, WIP, 1/3 chapters

Chapter 1

年暮ぬ another year is gone 笠きて草鞋 a traveler's shade on my head, はきながら straw sandals at my feet Matsuo Bashō, 1685

London is a miserable place, covered in fog and soot and shit, the sky constantly overcast.

Taigen has been here for a week, and not seen the sun a single day. Most of the time, it has been raining too, turning the smaller roads into rivers of mud and sewage. The main streets are decked out in uneven cobblestone that become dangerously slippery in the damp. He has already had to exchange his wooden geta for softer zōri sandals, to avoid making an ass of himself.

It’s bad enough that people are staring at him wherever he goes; he doesn’t need them to take him for a fool as well as a foreigner.

Is this how Mizu feels, he wonders, each prodding gaze like pinpricks on his skin. He hears people whispering to each other, laughing sometimes, but he knows only a handful of words in their confounding language. Are they insulting him, ridiculing him, or do his paranoid ears just misinterpret the gibberish?

Round eyes, wherever he looks, always already staring back at him, so he keeps his back straight and his gait steady, and silently dares anyone to openly challenge him.

What would he do if they did, he wonders, with his hands on the heft of his broken sword. He may be a master of the blade, but what good will it do him here, where men carry revolvers concealed in their jackets. He has seen what a bullet can do to even the sharpest of katana, and he does not wish to experience what it would feel like to have one ripping into his flesh.

It’s a small mercy that, unlike Japan, the island of England has not closed its borders. In fact, they have done the very opposite, sending their ships and their guns into the rest of the world. After all, the greed of the white man knows no bounds.

As such, while Kyoto has always had something of a butterfly to it - beautiful and delicate and each part lovingly crafted - London is more of a centipede: a squirming, restless mass of feet, dark and disgusting and poorly fitting together.

But it also means that, while Taigen sticks out like a sore thumb in his uwagi and hakama, he is by far not the only foreigner to walk these streets. The port in particular had been swarming with people of all sorts, some of whom Taigen would have mistaken for old wives’ tales not so long ago.

He has seen tall strong men with faces as dark as coal and hair as coarse as wire brushes. He had watched a small group of people disembark a ship, whose skin was smooth like brass and who clad themselves in garments of leather, with feathers woven into their long braids. Once or twice, Taigen had caught the eye of such a stranger and felt a peculiar sense of kinship with them.

I, too, am far from home, he wanted to say. I, too, feel like a mute child on these unfamiliar shores.

Continue reading on Ao3

#Blue Eye Samurai #BES #Spoilers #Mizu/Taigen #Mizu #Taigen #Mizugen #Taizu

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 11 months

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Hello! How are you today? <3 this is my first time requesting on your blog after stalking it for a bit, if it's not to much can I get ror with an Hantengu reader?

Pairing: Loki, Thor, Hades & Poseidon

As the holder of the fourth highest title in the Twelve Kizuki, Hantengu is an extremely powerful demon. Through his Blood Demon Art, he is able to create four clones that were manifestations of his emotions, each of them possessing an Upper Rank demon's level of strength. They were able to hold off and overwhelm the combined efforts of Tanjiro, Nezuko and Genya, all of whom were powerful and seasoned Demon Slayers. Genya stated that Hantengu was particularly difficult to defeat as the Demon Slayers would have to play a cat-and-mouse game instead of a traditional confrontation, looking for the main body while being chased down by four Upper Rank-level demons

And getting their head cut off they split off into clones

Sekido (積せき怒ど, Sekido?) is a tall and muscular young man with long wavy hair that goes past his shoulders and narrow, deep red eyes that have the daiji of "Upper Rank" (上じょう弦げん, Jōgen?) and "Four" (肆し, Shi?) engraved into them. He has two prominent curved horns on his forehead and markings under his eyes that give his face a cracked appearance. He also has the kanji for "anger" etched into his tongue. As a demon, Sekido has pointed ears and sharp nails on each finger. He is usually seen wearing an irritated or enraged expression on his face. Sekido wears the same kimono as Hantengu, with the right half being covered in a pattern of flowers and lines with the left half being dark and lacking any detailed features. He also wears dark hakama pants and a pair of zōri. Sekido is always seen carrying around a Khakkhara (錫しゃく杖じょう, Shakujō?).

Karaku (可か楽らく, Karaku?) is a tall and muscular young man with shoulder-length hair and narrow, deep green eyes with the daiji of "Upper Rank" (上じょう弦げん, Jōgen?) and "Four" (肆し, Shi?) engraved into them. He has two prominent curved horns on his forehead and cracked markings under his eyes, similar to Sekido. Karaku also has the kanji for "pleasure" etched into his tongue. Like all demons, Karaku has pointed ears and sharp nails on each finger, like Sekido. He is usually seen wearing a gleeful expression on his face. Karaku wears nothing but hakama pants, a pair of zōri, and two sash-like accessories on both shoulders. Karaku is always seen carrying around a fatsia leaf-shaped Uchiwa (團扇うちわ, Uchiwa?).

Aizetsu (哀あい絶ぜつ, Aizetsu?) is a tall and muscular young man with shoulder-length hair and narrow, deep blue eyes with the daiji of "Upper Rank" (上じょう弦げん, Jōgen?) and "Four" (肆し, Shi?) engraved into them. He has two prominent curved horns on his forehead and cracked markings under his eyes. Aizetsu also has the kanji for "sorrow" etched into his tongue. As a demon, Aizetsu has pointed ears and sharp nails on each finger. He is usually seen wearing a dejected expression on his face. Aizetsu wears a black kimono with white lines running through various areas of the clothing and rope-like accessories tied around his shoulders. He also wears hakama pants and a pair of zōri. Aizetsu is always seen carrying around a Jūmonji Yari (十じゅう文もん字じ鑓やり, Jūmonji Yari?).

Urogi (空うろ喜ぎ, Urogi?) is a tall and muscular young man with long wavy hair that goes past his shoulders and narrow gold eyes with the daiji of "Upper Rank" (上じょう弦げん, Jōgen?) and "Four" (肆し, Shi?) engraved into them. He has two prominent curved horns on his forehead and cracked markings under his eyes. Urogi also has the kanji for "joy" etched into his tongue. Like all demons, Urogi has pointed ears and sharp nails on each finger. He is usually seen wearing an overjoyed expression on his face, similar to Karaku. Unlike the rest of Hantengu's humanoid manifestations, Urogi possesses an avian physiology, possessing two large wings on his back and raptor-like feet armed with sharp talons that take the place of his hands and legs. Urogi only wears hakama pants tied together by a chain of large round pearls.

And like the battle is getting heated against (god's name) Hantengu reader Sekido absorbs the clones and turns into their final form

Zohakuten (憎ぞう珀はく天てん, Zōhakuten?) is a short and muscular child with short hair that spikes up at various angles around his head and narrow orange eyes with the daiji of "Upper Rank" (上じょう弦げん, Jōgen?) and "Four" (肆し, Shi?) engraved into them. He is usually seen wearing an angry scowl on his face, similar to Sekido. Zohakuten's clothing seems to be a combination of Sekido's, Karaku's, Aizetsu's, and Urogi's clothes. He wears black hakama pants covered with a piece of cloth bearing a close resemblance to Sekido's kimono and tied together with a long strap of white cloth. He also wears long sleeves that bear a resemblance to Aizetsu's kimono. Finally, he dons a plate of armor that is gold in color that only covers his chest. Zohakuten has a series of drums connected to each other that are inexplicably floating behind his back, with each drum having the kanji of "hatred" displayed on them. He also carries around a bone-like dagger in each hand.

-Your battle was an intense one, to those watching the match, it was more of an exhibition match between you and several members of Hades’ Demon Slayer Corps, as the next fighters weren’t ready yet.

-You had been initially frightened, terrified of the prospect, appearing as a coward to the two Hashira and the 2 Demon Slayer Corps members.

-Gods were jeering at you, thinking you were an easy target, weak, and the humans were shouting at the Demon Slayers to make quick work of you.

-That was the case, until you evened the odds and split yourself into 4 different bodies, personifications of your personalities, while your true body, now teeny-tiny, was carefully tucked away in the cloak of your ‘sorrow’ personification, as the other three were quick to charge in headfirst.

-Each of your bodies were just as strong as your true power, the Upper Rank Four, so the Demon Slayers were facing 4 Upper Rank Demons at the moment, and you quickly turned the tide in the match and all those who were making fun of you were quickly eating their words.

-The match was very entertaining, you found yourself amused as these Demon Slayers weren’t backing down, as they had this chance to kill an Upper Rank, and you had the chance to take out several members of the Demon Slayers, including 2 Hashira.

-After Joy and Pleasure were nearly destroyed, you grew irate and the five bodies all came together, before being surrounded by black flames.

-The humans were all shouting at the Demon Slayers as they all leapt up, trying to attack but were instantly blown back head over heels as the flames shot out, revealing only one body this time, fused once more, but this time, you didn’t look cowardly or weak.

-You oozed power, your intimidating glare seemed to send shivers up the spines of gods and humans alike.

-You seemed to vanish, disappearing and you appeared behind the two lower ranked Demon Slayers, sending them flying back into the wall, knocking them out but not killing them, yet.

-You wanted to play with the 2 Hashira who were calling out for their friends, worried, scared. They smelled so delicious.

-Almost an hour later, you were slowly fading away, looking at the two Hashira, while you hadn’t killed them, you made them unable to fight another Upper Rank ever again.

-They surprised you with their teamwork, playing off each other’s skills, and in a moment of stupid bravery, the two lower ranked members that you probably should have killed, blindsided you, providing a momentary distraction.

-You were silent as you faded, as you wish you could have done more by actually killing your opponents.

-You felt like a failure, failing your Lord Muzan. You refused to give the humans the satisfaction to see you cry, even though sorrow was drowning your whole being.

#record of ragnarok #hantengu

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oh-ohagi · 2 years

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As if I'd let you.

Synopsis: You asked him some hypotheticals, and now he wants you out of the corps.

Tags: Sanemi x reader, established-ish relationship, angst to fluff to angst to fluff

Content warning: Spoilers for Swordsmith Village Arc up to the Final Battle Arc, low key hot spring make out sesh, explicit language, mentions of death and blood, new style of breathing

Notes: Yay! My first fic is finally here! The idea first came to mind while I’m reading You Wouldn’t Last a Second, during the very hot hot spring scene. Sanemi is so hot that I want to see him in pain, but after writing this I immediately regret it because I just hurt myself. I also took some inspiration from the fic Turn of Events. Both fics are reaaaally good because they’re written by the amazing @xxsabitoxx. Go check them out, unless you’re a minor.

Word count: ~7k whew!

"Leave the corps."

"Hm–" your eyes widened and your chest felt tight as his words sinked into you, "w-what?"

"You should leave the slayer corps."

“Where… i-is this coming from?” you’re confused as to why he’s acting like this all of a sudden and demanding you to do such a thing. “L/N,” he dropped his hands and finally looked at you since you arrived, “I said get the fuck out of the demon slayer corps!”

Is that how weak you are? Are you really that weak?

“Uhm, L/N-san…”

Corps members lay there lying in their own blood because you couldn’t do your job well. It took you so long to behead the demon who wasn’t even one of the Twelve Kizuki to begin with.

“L/N-san,” you snapped out of your blaming thoughts, turning over to the kakushi who called your name, “are you alright?” The kakushi’s eyes looked very concerned as if you’re bleeding to death. “Yeah I’m good. I think the other corps members need you more.” You really can't help but blame yourself for their injuries. “But L/N-san, your forehead….” You wouldn’t believe it if not for the feeling of blood dripping from your chin which trails from the right side of your forehead. “Oh… you’re right. I’m actually bleeding.” Looking at your bloody hand that touched your bleeding forehead.

You were called there to provide backup and finish the task. It was suspected that a demon from the Twelve Kizuki is lounging on that edge of a small town, as to why groups of corps members failed to return and complete the mission. But it wasn’t. It was just a regular demon who was skilled at disguising itself and manipulating the minds of people.

Aside from the bleeding forehead, you were left with a broken katana after the fight. Debating in your head whether the demon was just really strong or that you were not just at your usual and best self.

“Thank you.” You smiled at the kakushi who tended to your wound. By this time, the sun has already risen, generously bathing you with sunlight. Almost everyone already left, on the way to the butterfly mansion for further treatment.

“Aren’t you going back with us, L/N-san?”

You can’t go home yet. You cannot see him without your answer. You simply can’t face him. “No,” came out your lips softly, “I need to drop by somewhere.” adding to look more convincing. Besides, you really do need to buy something before going back. “Go ahead before me. Take care.” The kakushi bowed at you before disappearing into the woods.

You took the path opposite of them. On the way to the town two mountains away where you heard that the best sweets are sold. Dried leaves and branches meet the underside of your zōri, with the broken katana still in your hand waiting to be sheathed. You take a final look at it, Akki Messatsu, before finally putting it back on the sheath on your waist. “I suppose it’s time for a weapon change. Need to ask Tecchin-san to forge me that weapon I’m thinking of.” Ever since you changed your breathing style from Stone Breathing to Magma Breathing, you felt like the standard nichirin katana does not suit your fighting style well. And right now, having a katana with a blade a few inches in length, it is best not to encounter any demons.

After hours of walking, you let out a sigh of relief as you stumbled upon a hot spring. You do need some rest after all that fighting and walking. “I guess a hot spring stopover wouldn’t hurt.” You planned to go back before nightfall, there’ll still be plenty of time to buy those sweets for the Butterfly Mansion girls. Every time you visit the mansion for check-ups and treatments, you always bring some sweets or souvenirs for the girls. You love seeing them wear smiles on their faces.

As you slip down the hot spring, you remember why you were stalling for almost a whole day. Thinking of excuses to avoid going home early. It was because of the argument you had with Sanemi before you departed for the recent mission. You have to give him your answer when you see him. He wasn’t actually asking you something but demanding you to do something. You can’t answer him because what he wants is the last thing that you would want to do.

You dunk lower with your head under the water, feeling its warmth reminds you of Sanemi. You miss him and his touch so much. You haven’t seen each other for weeks but when you did, he wouldn’t even look at you.

Hot spring. You thrust yourself up from the water and shoot your eyes open as the last time you and Sanemi bathed together flashed before you. The time before he acted colder and colder towards you.

You groaned as the warm water embraced your sore muscles. Eyes closed while flexing your shoulders, you rotated your neck to relax those muscles and nerves in there, which brought you some pain for a while now.

“I knew you’d be here.” Your eyes snapped open to the sound of that familiar voice. Facing towards the source of the sound. “I heard you’re back.” Your lips curled up at the sight of Sanemi wearing a tiny towel around his waist which he dropped at the moment you faced him and proceeded to dip beside you in the hot spring. Your eyes followed him with your lips now wearing a grin, as if cupid struck you an arrow.

“How’s your training? I went to see you when I got back but you’re busy, so I went here instead.”

Sanemi let out a grunt, looking unimpressed,”you should’ve let me know when you got back. I didn’t finish my training and went looking for you.”

You tried your hardest to keep a straight face, feeling the butterflies flutter in your stomach with every word he utters. “Looking for me?”

With his face looking like he had no intention in answering your mocking question, he studied you and asked, “how’s your mission? Got any injuries?”

“Hmm, nothing from that mission. That demon was a quick kill. Anyway, have you ever fought a demon from the Twelve Kizuki?”

He frowned at the quick change of subject. ”I killed several lower ranked but haven’t faced any upper ranked. Why’d you ask?”

“Well… I’m just wondering what they are like. Like, how strong they are and whatnot, ‘cause you know, I haven't met one. Strangely, everytime I’m about to fight one, fate just won't let me.”

You jolted and instinctively flew your hands to the nape of your neck as you felt a streak of pain in the area.

“What’s with your neck?” You can’t see Sanemi but with his tone, he is definitely concerned.

You rotate your neck muscles to ease the pain, “uhm… not sure but whenever my neck experiences some sudden movements, there’s like a muscle or nerve that feels like it’s going to snap.” There was a beat of silence, “so whenever I’m going to give you a head, you can’t just abruptly grab my neck.” You meant that as a half-joke but it came out of you in a completely serious tone.

You opened your eyes to Sanemi looking very perplexed, mouth gaped as he let out a few huffs. You worried that your joke was that cruel before he let out the loudest guffaw you have ever heard from him. Loud enough to startle the birds sitting on the nearby trees and fly away. Now you worry about disturbing the neighboring estates and the passersby while his laugh continued for a good two minutes, loudly echoing around the area. Seeing him buying your silly remarks makes your chest tingle. You thought you should make him laugh more often since laughing suits him well. His features look beautiful, glistening under the daylight, just everything about him is so perfect. You did not do it intentionally, but a smile naturally appeared on your face just from the sight of him, on the fact that he’s right next to you, and that he’s yours.

His laugh slightly calmed down and he faced you, reaching for you.

“How’s that?”

“You’re funny, c’mere,” his hand is now cupping your jaw, his face close to yours, “may I?” his lips still have traces of laughter, “of course you may, silly.” You leaned forward to kiss him but he pulled away quickly, just giving you a peck. Your eyes shut open, shocked at how quick that was. You were about to protest but his lips are back at yours. The moment you closed your eyes again, he pulled away. “What a tease!” you howl in annoyance. He enjoyed your reaction, smashing his lips back at yours, laughing against your lips. You placed your arms around his neck to lock him in place, positioning yourself to sit on his lap. Both of his hands fell on your hips to guide you in whatever you’re trying to do.

The kiss was surprisingly soft and gentle. It was... slow and sweet. As if all the time in the world was yours and you have nothing to worry about. Unlike the usual where everything seems to be rough and in a rush, like you’re so badly desperate for each other.

Being in his arms feels like returning to a warm bed after a long, tiresome day. His calloused hands that were on your hips, snaked to your lower back. Muscular arms hugging you perfectly, as how a blanket perfectly does. One thing you could think of was how safe and comfortable you feel around him. Oh, to be in those arms, you wouldn't trade it with anything in the world. You felt like you would want to wake up everyday just to feel all that all over again.

When was the last time you had something to look forward to? Since when did you feel like you’re afraid to risk your life just to be in his arms even for just a little longer. As if you did not join the corps in the hopes of giving yourself an honorable death as soon as possible. Oh right, you're still in the demon slayer corps. Your bliss washed away. You became so lost just in the feel of Sanemi's touch. Sanemi. Yes, you're in the arms of Shinazugawa Sanemi, which is too good to be true. If it wasn't for that joint mission that the Master gave you two, you wouldn't be in each other's arms like this. You used to loathe each other's presence until that very mission.

You began to doubt your ecstatic thoughts and caused the kiss to be sloppy and out of sync. You pulled away from his lips but still close enough for your foreheads to be touching each other, Sanemi's lips came chasing after yours as he slowly opened his eyes, looking a little vexed. "What?", "hey, uhm..." you rest your hands on his chest, tracing a scar with your thumb, "let's say, uhm... what if,” you took a deep breath, “I'm gone, what would you do?" the moment you said that hypothetical, you realized just how dumb that question was. "What do you mean 'gone'?'' Looking baffled, he pulled his head away to take a good look at your face. "I mean like, you know... ugh nevermi–" but before you could even finish your sentence, both of his hands cupped your cheeks, "as if I'd let you." He kissed your forehead, down to both of your cheeks before turning back to your lips, with the same slow and sweet pace. Your face feels hot and can't help but smile against his lips.

"Are you ready?" Sanemi looks you in the eyes with a smirk. "uh, are we really doing it here? I mean, we’ll get dizzy if we stay for long." What he wanted to do excites you to the bones, but you know him, he takes damn his time, and staying in a hot spring for a long time really makes you dizzy. "I don't mind." His smirk became a grin as he moved closer to give you a quick little kiss because he misses your lips after too much talking.

The weeks after that time you and Sanemi had in his hot spring are very hectic and busy weeks. Handful of long and short missions, both of your schedules just didn’t allow you two to meet for more than an hour. You leave some letters at his estate to read when he gets home, while he leaves some treats at yours in response to your letters. But recently, he doesn’t drop something as often as he used to. What you didn’t know is during those times you had separated from each other, Sanemi pondered on something concerning you.

While you’re on your way to Sanemi’s estate for a visit, your crow quacked you with new orders, to provide immediate backup located on a small town on the edge of the first mountain up north-northeast. It was said that a demon of the Twelve Kizuki is feasting on the villagers there, as well as the deployed corps members. As the crow flew away, you thought you might as well drop by at Sanemi’s since you’re already on the way.

As you entered his estate, you figured out that he’s in his kitchen. You slide the door open to peek and you have confirmed that you’re right. He’s making ohagi while having a cup of green tea on the side.

“Knock, knock” you cheerfully knocked on the air as you popped your head on the doorway to greet him a hello. It took him some seconds to acknowledge you with a grunt, giving his whole focus on the rice and red bean paste on his hands. You took a few steps in, leaning your head forward to have a peep on what he’s doing. “Oh, I see you’re making ohagi, hopefully I can have some.” you giggled a little.

He scooped some bean paste with his hand, flatting it out before placing some rice inside and squishing into a ball. You observed his hands attentively, forgetting anything else, just looking at how ohagi is made. He has made two ohagi while you stayed like that before you remember you had a mission.

“Oh, right,” you snapped your fingers, “I won’t be staying for long. I just received new orders.” He still didn’t provide any response or any acknowledgement of your presence, and that’s when you began to hear your own heartbeat. It was quiet and everything suddenly felt colder. “Uhm,” you gulped, feeling uneasy “is… everything alright, Sanemi?” Still, no response. As if you weren’t there talking and asking him a question. You took a few slow steps towards him,

"Leave the corps."

"Hm–" you stopped in your tracks, eyes widened and your chest felt tight as his words sinked into you, "w-what?"

"You should leave the slayer corps."

Your mouth fell open, gasping for air as you felt like your breathing stopped. What is happening? Why is he like this? First, he called you by your last name, stared at you dead-eyed, and he nearly raised his voice at you.

He was aware that he almost raised his voice at you, which he hates. He pledged that he will never raise his voice and a hand at you. He will never in his life become like his father.

He returned to carry on with the ohagi he’s making and to turn away from you. “There is no use for a Hashira who couldn’t even finish a demon of the Twelve Kizuki. You said it before, you think you’re weak for a Hashira. There’ll be a grave waiting for you and the corps members you’re with every time you set out on missions. We can’t have a fighter dragging the whole slayer corps down, let alone a Hashira. You have that hobby you always love, right? Go do it for a living and quit the Demon Slayer Corps.”

You couldn’t care anymore about your inability to breathe. Eyes clouded with tears as every word he said pierced you. While searching for a thing to say, tears quickly fell from your eyes. You immediately looked up and wiped the tears away. “No,” you mumbled under your breath, “you don’t mean that.” You turned away, ready to leave, “I’ll get going.” You moved past his doorway, your hands fell on the door, about to close it. “I don’t want to be with you anymore. Let’s end this.”

Your hands froze at the door, tears rapidly falling down your face, you felt like your legs are giving up but at the same time, you cannot move your whole body. No words are coming out of you. You’re finally able to take a ragged breath, “we’ll talk about this when I get back.” You swiftly closed the door and leaped away as fast as you could. When you were at a some distance from his estate, you heard Sanemi let out a loud crying “fuck!” which made you feel shivers and stop to look towards his estate, a trail of tears still in your face, before setting out on your mission.

You got the sweets for the girls at the Butterfly Mansion, and you bought some extra because you might get hungry on the way back. You got a little carried away strolling through the town and you forgot about the time. If your calculations are correct, you’ll get back home before the break of dawn.

“One mountain down, two to go.” You mumble while catching your breath as you walk at a brisk pace, hurrying since you remember you can’t fight a demon with a broken katana. It was the third quarter of the hour of the ox when you were half down your second mountain. Everything was peaceful, or so you thought. You were stopped on your tracks as a short and very thin old-looking man, crouching on the ground while weeping, appeared before you. You didn’t detect its presence but you were in no doubt that it was a demon by the moment you saw it. Someone with two horns and a huge bump on their head couldn’t be a human. You were about to unsheath your katana and assume a fighting stance when the demon bawled louder about being kind to the weak, that he’s innocent, and that he deserves pity.

“What if… I'm gone, what would you do?"

"I mean like, you know…”

It’s already past midnight and Sanemi is still on the grounds, exhausting himself training. More than a day since you two last talked, he still can’t get you out of his head, your voice and face kept flashing before him. Since he came back from patrol, he has never left the grounds, training with his katana instead of a wooden one. His attacks became sharper and more violent as he convinced himself that he did the right thing and the best that he could do.

During that time in the hot spring, Sanemi took your hypotheticals as a hundred percent joke, because he knew that it would never happen. Why does he know that? Because he will never let you die. He will protect you with his life and everything he has. He loves you, he’s certain about it even though he rarely says that he loves you. You’re one of the most important people in his life, way more important than his. Master Ubuyashiki, whom he respects from the bottom of his heart, Genya, his beloved younger brother whom he couldn’t bear the thought of him breathing the same air and living on the same land as the demons, and you, the love of his life whom he never once thought would even happen to him and whom he vowed to love for the rest of his life.

Sanemi didn’t even realize how much he loves and cares about you, not until during his patrol, when he was fighting demons and he suddenly thought of you. You are a Hashira and he doesn’t think you’re weak, but his gut just couldn’t take the thought of you risking your life fighting demons. It’s idiotic to ask you to quit the corps, and he thinks that he has no right to ask you that because you are a Hashira long before you two got together.

Your voice asking those hypotheticals, playing over and over in his head, adds fuel to his fire. Even while he’s on missions, he’s so worried about how you’re doing, while you’re away too busy with your own dangerous missions. The letters you leave at his estate are his only way to know that you’re doing alright and that you’re safe. Unlike with Genya, he can check on him from afar once in a while, and him being under the guidance of the Stone Hashira is a huge relief for Sanemi. But it is to his distress that he cannot get his brother out of the corps and live a normal and happy life.

“KAW! KAW! WIND HASHIRA, SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI, YOU MUST HEAD TO THE NORTHEASTERN SIDE OF THE SECOND MOUNTAIN UP NORTH, IMMEDIATELY! DEMON OF THE TWELVE KIZUKI IS SPOTTED! MAGMA HASHIRA, Y/N, IS FIGHTING THE DEMON. PROVIDE REINFORCEMENTS! IMMEDIATELY! KAW!”

The information that the crow squawked regarding the Upper Rank Kizuki alone already had Sanemi ready to bolt away, but with you facing a Twelve Kizuki demon, veins began to pop on his face and bloodshot eyes clouded with tears. "Dammit, y/n, what are you doing that far away? Hold on right there. Wait for me, please.”

Since his realization, the more time you spend away from each other, the more Sanemi gains ample time to think about you and what you are to him.

“Knock, knock.”

Just from the moment Sanemi felt your presence as you entered his estate, his heart and mind felt the tranquility that he longed for.

He has decided on what he wants to do. What he needs to do. Your cheerfulness and the way you cling on him reminds him of his late older brother figure, Masachika, who he owes a lot yet in the end he couldn’t save from a demon. He believes that his loved ones died because he couldn’t protect them. He won’t make that mistake with you. With you and Genya.

“Oh, right. I won’t be staying for long. I just received new orders.”

No, please stop. I can’t bear to lose even you.

“Uhm, is… everything alright, Sanemi?”

No. As long as there are fucking demons here living in this world, nothing will be alright. I hope everything’s alright. I’ll annihilate all the demons if I can, to keep you safe… to keep everyone safe. Just… please let me protect you. Let me keep you safe.

"Leave the corps."

"Hm– w-what?"

"You should leave the slayer corps."

“Where… i-is this coming from?”

“L/N,” Sanemi dropped his hands and at the moment he looked at you, he just wanted to give in and wrap you in his arms. But doing that will make it harder for him to ask you to leave the corps.

“I said get the fuck out of the demon slayer corps!”

If he has to push you away, he will even if it pains him. Even if it pains the both of you.

“There is no use for a Hashira who couldn’t even finish a demon of the Twelve Kizuki. You said it before, you think you’re weak for a Hashira. There’ll be a grave waiting for you and the corps members you’re with every time you set out on missions. We can’t have a fighter dragging the whole slayer corps down, let alone a Hashira. You have that hobby you always love, right? Go do it for a living and quit the Demon Slayer Corps.”

I’m sorry. Please just live a normal life, far from risking your life, far from demons. I’ll protect you, I promise. Just please…

During that time, you didn’t know how hard Sanemi is trying to keep his tears from falling. It pains him more that he has to hurt you like this.

“No, you don’t mean that. I’ll get going.”

Please don’t go. Please don’t make this harder.

“I don’t want to be with you anymore. Let’s end this.”

That’s a lie. I want to be with you. I want to be by your side for the rest of my life. But… it’s just that… we can’t. I can’t. I want to protect you. If I could get you away from demons, it would be easier. But if I can’t, maybe it would be better this way. Maybe this would make you leave the corps.

“We'll talk about this when I get back.”

Come to think of it, if we stayed together while any or both of us stayed in the corps, it’s like we’re knocking on death’s door each and every time. Maybe… I will be fine if you'll marry and build a family with someone else if it means that you’d be safe. Just, please…

All that Sanemi could do is yelp a curse as you hurriedly left his estate, weeping from what he did to you.

You’ve been fighting this demon for who knows how long. You’ve lost your sense of time since it appeared. Too occupied by trying to finish the demon while figuring out how to make use of your half-useful katana. What you noticed about the demon was its skill at remaining hidden, it moves unbearably fast, and its neck is annoyingly tough.

“Please don’t attack me. I never did anything wrong. I am a kind-natured weakling.”

Trying to catch your breath from all the playing chase, “you’re fast, huh! How many people did you eat?”

“No, I did not kill anyone. I have never! I’m only trying to get a meal. Be kind to the weak.”

"Shut up with your nonsense! I’ve had enough of your screeching.” As of now, you have successfully reached its neck multiple times, but not deep enough to behead it. With your katana in this state, it can really be maddening. You speculate that the demon might be one of the Twelve Kizuki, you have never fought anyone this strong and its aura is really something.

Magma Breathing, Fourth Form: Flow of Lava. In a new attempt, you were able to bury your katana on the demon’s neck. Your multiple slashes miraculously managed to finally behead the demon.

As you waited for it to crumble into the air, you couldn’t believe your eyes as the demon’s head grew a body and the body grew a head. You knew you were done for. There’s no way you can get out of this fight alive. You’re reaching your limit. It became worse when you saw the demons’ eyes. Upper Four.

“Fuck, y/n, where are you?” Sanemi arrived at the mentioned location, wandering around the mountain looking for you and the demon. He began to wonder if the crow gave the right information and why he couldn't feel any demon presence.

The last thing you know was you were left unconscious when you absorbed a hit of lightning from one of the demon’s Khakkhara staff and the other demon sent you flying away using a huge leaf-shaped fan. You open your eyes thinking that you’ve already died as Sanemi greets you awake. “What the fuck happened, y/n?” Ah, you’re still alive. As you remembered the demon you were fighting just awhile ago, you used all your remaining strength to get up. “What time is it?”

“The fuck, does that even matter right now?”

“Yes it does. Beheading… the demon is no good. It multiplies. We… need to keep those under the sunlight. Go… there, the demons’ there.”

“Just stay right there. You’re in no state to fight.”

Both you and Sanemi felt like you were just running in circles around the woods as the sun began to rise fully and you still couldn’t find the demons. You finally catched up to Sanemi, “I thought I told you to stay right there?!”

“How would you expect me to just stay right there? If I’ll die, I might as well take a demon with me.”

You tried to position yourself ahead of Sanemi to take the lead when all the aftereffects of your injuries suddenly hit you. Beads of cold sweats cover your whole face, your head suddenly feels hot and heavy, your vision getting darker and spinning around, and your legs giving up. You suddenly felt the urge to cough, but once you did, blood just kept spilling out of your mouth.

Sanemi rushed to catch you before you fell hard on the ground. “Fuck, y/n! I told you to–” he decided to stop his scolding and gently placed you to the ground, preparing to provide you first aid. He took out some supplies he had on hand, starting to fall apart at how much of a mess you look like. Your haori and remaining uniform shredded, hair dripping wet with your own blood – the one you probably got when your head hit the tree as you were sent flying, your forehead wound reopened which now extends to your hairline, your chest bleeding from the time the demon stabbed you with a staff, and with multiple cuts, abrasions, and sprains all over your body.

Sanemi finally decided to begin to tend your wounds starting from your head. He held your head to cover it around with a cloth to slow down the bleeding.

“I'm sorry, Sanemi.” What were you sorry for? For not killing the demon? For not being worthy of a Hashira? For being weak? For being this kind of mess? Actually for a lot of reasons.

With your last remaining strength to keep your eyes open, you keep them focused on Sanemi. He unbelievably looks calm. “Sanemi,” he’s so focused at tending to your wounds and as if you were not giving your final words. Your wounds are not that fatal, but it is the blood loss that will end you. “I’m letting you go.”

“Shut up.” Tears straight away flood down at Sanemi’s cheeks, while still keeping a straight and calm face. “I–”, “shut up! Shut up, y/n! I take that back! You’re right, I don’t mean it. That’s not what you want, and so do I. I’ll handle this. I’ll take you home and we’ll be together until we get old and wrinkly.” Tears just keep falling from Sanemi’s face, avoiding your gaze as he breaks out from his clam facade. “Shit, where are the fucking kakushi?”

His words and efforts to keep you alive gave you a sense of relief. At your final moments, he’s by your side. “Sanemi,”

Sanemi slipped his arm under your legs and the other held your back as he carried you, hurrying to the butterfly estate.

Your lips curled up to a smile as you brought your hand up to caress his cheek one last time, he finally looked you in the eyes, “thank you…” for everything.

Never in your wildest dreams did you think you'd be a demon slayer. You used to live a normal Taisho-era life, until almost all of your family members, relatives, and people you care about died from illness. Aside from your childhood best friend, who was killed by a demon right in front of you. You were so helpless and if it wasn’t for a demon slayer, you’d also become a meal of that cruel demon.

You had nowhere to go, until a cultivator accepted you in. Since then, you’re mercilessly killing demons. And that became your only reason to live, but not enough to make you afraid of losing your own life.

You don't care about the rankings at all, as long as you could kill demons you’re fine. You’re so used to beheading the usual demons, and you swear that you could behead a demon even with your eyes closed. You initially turned down the offer of becoming a Hashira. You said you have no interest in it and that you didn’t even meet the qualifications. But one time, you were called to the Ubuyashiki Mansion. What you didn’t know is that is when your life will start to change. It was Ubuyashiki Kagaya himself who asked you to become a Hashira. You haven’t got the chance to kill a demon of the Twelve Kizuki, but as a Kinoe, you were able to kill around a hundred of demons. He believes that you could handle becoming a Hashira. With his calm demeanor that you couldn’t resist, you finally gave in.

Almost everyone has been kind to you, even after you become a Hashira through that other way. One of the exceptions was the Wind Hashira. You were still a Kinoe when you two first met and you both got on each other’s nerves on your first meeting. You thought once you became a Hashira, maybe you could smooth things over with him. But no, it became worse. You two can’t stand to be in the same room. You have only attended a Hashira meeting once, and during the time before and after the Master arrived and left, there was a tension between you two that no one could deny.

The Master is surely a cunning one. You and Sanemi were sent on a joint mission and it did not only smooth things between you two. After that mission, you even tried to act like the usual and hide the tension – which is a different kind of tension now– between you two. Later on, the other Hashiras just happened to know about you two out of nowhere. In fact, it delighted the Master.

You’ve never been happier since you and Sanemi became a thing. You felt like that time when the Master asked you to become a Hashira is also the time you were reborn as a better version of yourself. Everything since that incident was nothing but something that you are grateful for.

A little girl’s voice called out your name, “you’re finally awake. How are you feeling?”

You glanced towards the little girl, it’s Sumi. Her face is glowing in solace. You smiled at her with weakness in your eyes. “Wait here, y/n-san, let me just get your medicines.” Her hair bounced as she hurriedly left the room. Your eyes wandered around the room, feeling incredulous as you made it out alive. Sanemi. You wondered where he was and how he was doing. Your eyes happened to land on the bedside table, where there is a vase of your favorite flowers that grows just on the way to your estate. It looks like it was just freshly picked.

“Oh, that flower,” Sumi is back, with Naho and Kiyo peeking from the threshold, “someone leaves flowers of that kind almost everyday.” The girls shyly smiled at each other before Kiyo added, “we think it’s from Wind Hashira-sama. We’re not sure about it but we once saw him come out of your room one evening. Then the flowers in your room changed to a fresher one.”

Your rested hand clutched the bedsheet beneath you as you felt a familiar tingle in your chest. The weakness in your eyes was lessened as you smiled at the girls. “I’m sorry. I bought some well-praised sweets but I think I left it somewhere.”

“Oh, don’t bother with it, y/n-san,” Sumi walked towards you with the tray of medicines, “you were unconscious for more than a month. Shinobu-san said that if Wind Hashira-sama brought you here a minute later, you might not survive the blood loss.”

You and the girls continued to chat about the things that you missed while you were unconscious. They said, even the Master dropped you a visit. Because of the resistance your body has and with Shinobu’s medicines, you were feeling a lot better on the second day after you woke up. You insisted that they discharge you already because you need to catch-up on a lot of things and a Hashira couldn’t waste any more time. Even Shinobu was against your request.

You felt useless in the Demon Slayer Corps after what happened and, even if Shinobu will get mad at you, you decided to sneak out of the mansion to start on your training and reports. It seems that things are going slightly according to your plan when a number of corps members arrive at the mansion for treatment, which means they'll be too busy to attend to you.

You left your room quietly, hoping that no one would see you. By the time you turned a corner, you were surprised by Sanemi, holding the same flowers you have in your room and a box wrapped in a furoshiki cloth. “What are you doing?” His tone is like a parent’s who caught their child doing something they were specifically told not to, “where are you going?”

“Well, I…” while you’re trying to think of some acceptable excuse for him, he placed the flower in his other hand holding the bento and grabbed you by your forearm with his newly free hand. “You’re not going anywhere. Kocho told me that you insist on training while you haven’t recovered fully. You're as stubborn as ever.”

“Well, uhm…” You couldn’t do anything as Sanemi already brought you to your room before you could even protest. He dropped you on your bed, “Just stay here, y/n. Your training could wait.” He walked towards the bedside to change the flowers like he always does, but now he has ohagi and anpan– both that you really love – with him. “But I… I already wasted so much time and I have to make a report about the demon I encountered.”

“You’re not wasting time here, y/n, you’re recovering. Besides, no one is rushing you about that report, everyone understands your situation.”

“How about the second Hashira Meeting for this year? I have to prepare for that–”

“It’s done. It was the day before yesterday. For fuck’s sake, y/n, why can’t you understand that you can’t just go out there living recklessly and waving at death? I… I-” Your mouth fell shut as Sanemi reproached you. “We’re demon slayers, that alone is already dangerous and I can’t have you living like your life isn’t important. I can’t bear to see you bleeding to death like that again. Do you think I don’t care about you? Stop being so selfish, y/n.” Sanemi immediately turned away from you and was about to leave the room as shame rose on him for saying those words at you. For saying what he actually felt.

Five days after your attempt to escape, Shinobu finally allowed you to leave the estate under their care. As Sumi, Naho, and Kiyo send you off, you see Sanemi waiting for you at the gate of the estate. You felt butterflies flutter in your stomach and you couldn't fight your lips from making a grin. You waved the girls goodbye while Sanemi approached you.

“How are you feeling?”

“A lot better, now that you’re here” you lowered the volume of your voice at that second part, hopefully he didn't hear.

He hummed a laugh in victory as he walked a little ahead of you. The whole walk was quiet yet comfortable. “Uhm, Sanemi, this is the way to my estate…” You said hesitantly as he was about to keep walking towards a different direction, “I know. We’re going at mine.”

“But I… I have some things to take care of at mine,” you replied in objection. “Like what?”

"Like dust off my house, check on my plants if they're still alive, and some general cleaning. You know I haven't been there for quite a while, I don't know if my house is still standing–"

"I already took care of those things. Your house is free of dust, your plants are still alive, and your house is still right where you left it, if that's what you're worried about." Sanemi sounds like he's pouting, shy to admit that he did all that for you. Even if his face is turned away from you, you're certain that his face is red right now.

"What's funny?" he defensively asked you when you giggled, "nothing" while bringing your hand up to cover your curled up lips. "Hey, don't you have a mission to take care of?"

"I'll supervise your training until you're back at your feet. I asked Oyakata-sama to allow me. I'll be taking at least two weeks off."

"You really went that far, huh?"

He fiercely looked at you from his eyelids before rolling his eyes.

He's back. You're both back.

"Won't you get moving? You still have that training you're dying to do."

"Hey, wait," you wore a shy grin "are we… still together?"

He rolled his eyes at you again, closing the distance between you two before wrapping his arms around your thighs and carrying you over his shoulders. "Like I said, your training is waiting for you, we have to get moving."

"No, no wait, answer my question."

"Of course we are. What else would we be?"

That was the reassurance that you've been waiting for.

You're liking the view that you got. Even if your view is upside down, the way his ass moves on every step he does makes your legs tingle.

"After the training, do you want to go to the hot spring?"

Endnotes: Aaaah it's finished! I think I overplanned this and got a little carried away. But anyways, thank you for reading until the end. I hope you have enjoyed reading this just like how I enjoyed writing it. Love, reblogs, and feedbacks are highly appreciated! ♡♡♡

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Name: Edo Madara In jujutsu World

Sypnosis: What would happen if Legendary Uchiha somehow end up in the curses world. When Gojo got sealed by Geto aka Kenjaku, Madara somehow ended up in jujutsu kaisen world in an edo tensei form. Now what the uprising and horror would bring Madara in this world and how many will die bcz of their stupidity at the very hand of Madara. Discord: /2fVKC5an

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Chapter 1: Ghost of the Uchiha

Hello guys this is my first ever fanfic. So I thinks it's not that good I tried my best to keep the original Madara in the storyline and I will try to keep it that way. And most of the chapter here is just a copy from manga to introduce Madara in this world. So just only this and yes English isn't my first language and I m not too familiar with the jjk manga so there will be mistakes in the story.

Gojo Satoru, exhausted from his relentless battle against approximately a thousand transfigured humans, found himself panting heavily after expanding his domains of a mere 0.2 seconds. He stood there, resembling a demon with two transfigured human heads gripped tightly in his hands. Just as he prepared to resume his unfinished task of eliminating the special grade cursed spirits, his attention was drawn to an ominous square-shaped cursed object that was thrown its way on the ground.

Gojo's six eyes widened in shock as he gazed at the enigmatic artifact before him. It exuded an unsettling aura, causing a shiver to run down his spine.

Just as some unknown voice uttered the words, "Gate... Open."

As if responding to his command, the square-shaped cursed object began to stir, its rigid form breaking apart into four distinct pieces. The fragments expanded and transformed into a grotesque sight—a pulsating mass of red flesh, dominated by a colossal, bloodshot eye that ominously dripped with crimson. Four pins protruded from the corners of the eye, adding to its eerie appearance.

Gojo stood there, frozen in astonishment, unable to process the bewildering scenario unfolding before him. Lost in time and space, he found himself captivated by his own reflection within the blood-drenched eye.

Suddenly, after a brief moment, Gojo's body jolted into action. He instinctively turned, intending to evade the approaching cursed object. However, before he could make his escape, a familiar voice pierced through the air, calling out to him with a cheerful and jubilant tone.

"Yo, Satoru!" the voice exclaimed.

Startled, Gojo spun around to identify the source of the voice. To his utmost disbelief, he beheld a figure standing before him—a man he never thought he would see alive, not even in his wildest dreams. The man stood tall, his long black hair partially tied up at the back while the rest cascaded down his back. His small black eyes were closed, but a broad smile adorned his face, as if reuniting with someone after an extended absence. A prominent feature on his forehead caught Gojo's attention—a large scar adorned with stitched patterns.

The man donned a captivating attire—a gold-colored kāṣāya garment draping over his black yukata robes. Completing his monk-like ensemble were white tabi socks and zōri sandals.

Gojo's bewildered expression remained fixed on his face as he blurted out a single word, "Huh?"

The man adorned in a yukata chuckled and extended his hand towards the air, a warm smile gracing his features. "It's been a while," he said, his voice filled with nostalgia.

In front of Gojo stood someone he had thought he killed with his own hands just a year ago—the person he considered his one and only best friend.

As he laid eyes on the man, a flood of thoughts raced through Gojo's mind. Could this be some kind of deception or a transformation technique? He desperately grasped at any possible explanation to deny the existence of the man before him.

But no matter how hard he tried to rationalize it, Gojo's six eyes dismissed all the reasons and possibilities. Memories surged forth, overwhelming his thoughts—three years of shared experiences, laughter, and camaraderie with his closest companion.

"He's real...!" Gojo realized, the truth sinking in.

The square-shaped cursed object, also known as the Prison Realm, required a condition to be activated—a minute of standing in the same position. While it was merely an instant for everyone else, in Gojo Satoru's mind, a substantial amount of time had passed.

As the condition for the Prison Realm was fulfilled, the cursed object shattered its red flesh exterior, breaking into six parts that swiftly encircled Gojo, rendering him completely immobilized.

"Tch!" Gojo clicked his tongue, frustration evident on his face. A realization struck him, 'Dammit! They got me!'

"C'mon now, Satoru. Are you letting your mind wander during the midst of battle?" the man in the black yukata remarked, his voice laced with a hint of admonishment.

Gojo's body remained devoid of cursed energy, his muscles unresponsive to his commands. He tried to exert his will, attempting to tap into the well of cursed energy within him, but to no avail.

Is this a checkmate? The thought swirled in Gojo's mind as he desperately sought a way out of his predicament.

With a newfound realization of his helplessness, he redirected his focus towards the enigmatic figure standing before him.

"So... who are you?" Gojo questioned, squinting his eyes at the man who bore his friend's face and wore the black yukata.

"Suguru Geto, of course. Did you forget? How sad," the man replied, feigning a tearful expression while wiping imaginary tears from his cheeks, a sly smile playing on his lips.

Gojo's gaze hardened as he studied the man, analyzing his body and the flow of cursed energy within him. His six eyes confirmed what his instincts had already sensed—this man before him was Suguru Geto.

"Your body… and even your cursed energy… my six eyes tell me you are Suguru Geto." said Gojo looking at him with furious and rage in his eyes.

"But my soul tells me otherwise! Answer me now! Who the hell are you?" Gojo's voice thundered with fury and rage.

The answer came swiftly, catching Gojo off guard. The man raised his right hand, fingers brushing against the scar and stitch marks on his forehead. Then, with a deliberate motion, he began to pull a thread from the stitches.

"Yeesh!" the man exclaimed, a twisted satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he extracted the thread successfully, holding it delicately in his hand.

"How did you know?" the man, claiming to be Suguru Geto, asked, his smile taking on a maniacal edge, his eyes closed in a sinister he pulled out a thread successfully and open its upper head and take it out in his hand.

The man's head fully opened, revealing a grotesque sight of exposed brain and jagged teeth, resembling something straight out of a horror scene. Gojo clenched his teeth, a mixture of revulsion and determination etched on his face.

"It is a cursed technique that allows me to hop between bodies by switching brains. And of course, it grants me access to the innate techniques of the host bodies as well," the imposter Geto explained, twirling the open forehead in his right hand.

"I coveted his cursed manipulation and the exact circumstances that led to this. Didn't you have Shoko Ieiri dispose of Suguru Geto's body?" the fake Geto asked, wiping a liquid substance from his cheeks that had seeped out during the grotesque display.

"You only think of these things during such inconvenient moments. Thanks to your oversight, I acquired this body without much trouble," the imposter continued, his tone dripping with sinister satisfaction as he began to fix his head back into place.

"But don't worry. The seal will eventually wear off. In a hundred... no, perhaps a thousand years," the imposter reassured Gojo while meticulously stitching his head with a thread. "You see, you're just too strong. You're in the way of my plans."

"Heh!" Gojo snickered, a hint of defiance in his voice. "Don't you remember? Who was it who defeated that body before it was killed by me."

The imposter Geto pondered the person Gojo referred to. "Yuta Okkotsu, huh? I fail to see what everyone sees in him," he mused as he completed the stitching on his forehead. "His ability to unconditionally copy cursed techniques and his boundless cursed energy. Both are the consequences of him having to suppress the soul of his loved one."

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but Yuta Okkotsu can never truly become the next Satoru Gojo. Good night, Satoru Gojo. Let us meet again in the new world," the imposter declared, his tone laced with a disturbing mix of confidence and malice.

Gojo responded with a faint smile, though it carried a somber undertone. "Yes, perhaps it is good night for me. But it is about time for you to wake up."

"HOW ARE YOU GONNA LET YOURSELF GET USED LIKE THAT… SUGURU?" Gojo's voice pierced the tense air, his tone laden with seriousness and disappointment.

The fake Geto's right hand instinctively reached for his own neck, as if trying to grasp the gravity of the situation. However, his response was far from somber. He burst into laughter, the grip of his hand tightening around his throat. "Ha ha ha! This is nothing new to me!"

"Geto..." a voice called out from behind him.

Geto turned around, locking eyes with the one who had called his name. "Mahito... take a look. You theorized that the soul precedes the body, but in reality, the body is the soul and the soul is the body. Otherwise, the phenomenon of the body's memories persisting in my mind even after changing hosts cannot be explained."

Mahito regarded Geto, his tone playful and relaxed. "Must it be the same for everyone? Considering our jujutsu techniques, you and I practically live in different worlds."

Geto took control of his right hand with his left, expressing his thoughts to Mahito. "So, techniques dictate our worlds, huh? I find it rather poetic."

"Hey! Let's get this over with. This is uncomfortable, and I'm not enjoying the sight of you two either," Gojo interjected, his words tinged with a hint of cheesiness.

"I must admit, I am rather enjoying the view myself. But I suppose you're right. We can't risk anything happening," Geto concurred, aligning with Gojo's statement.

"Prison Realm... closed," Geto announced, enchanting the prison realm to fully encapsulate and devour Satoru Gojo.

With swift reflexes, Geto caught the prison realm as it closed, suspending it momentarily in the air.

"We can't use that anymore, right?" Mahito inquired.

"Yeah, only one occupant at a time. Unless the person trapped inside takes their own life, it remains unusable," Geto confirmed with a hint of boredom. "Well, anyways..."

"Satoru Gojo... Seals complete!" the words reverberated, as like marking the end of an era.

Underground shibuya station

Beneath the sprawling expanse of Shibuya Station, Yuji, Mei Mei, and Ui Ui navigated the labyrinthine underground train tracks, their destination shrouded in mystery.

"What the?!" the loud screamed can be heard from the trained tracks.

Suddenly, a piercing scream echoed through the tunnels, causing Mei Mei and Ui Ui to whirl around, their eyes widening in concern at Yuji's distress.

"What's wrong?" Ui Ui inquired, his voice laced with worry.

Yuji frantically scanned their surroundings, his voice trembling as he explained, "There's... something on my ear."

A mysterious device materialized on Yuji's ear, catching everyone's attention. Before the device could utter a word of caution, Yuji instinctively lashed out, cracking it with his hand, his fear and uncertainty driving his actions.

But amidst the chaos, a voice emanated from the damaged device, desperately pleading, "Wait, wait, wait! I'm on your side! This is Mechamaru from Kyoto High! There isn't much time. I'm only going to say this once..."

Tension hung heavy in the air as the fragmented voice continued, "Satoru Gojo... has been sealed."

Having successfully ensnared Satoru Gojo within the prison realm, Geto found himself in the company of Jogo and Choso, who had just regained consciousness after being affected by Gojo's domain. Sensing an opportunity to discuss their next course of action, Geto began to speak, "looks like you are all awake. Now, about what happens next-" but his words were abruptly cut short as the prison realm reacted violently, trembling with an unsettling energy.

"What's happening?" Jogo questioned, his eyes narrowing in concern.

Geto attempted to steady the prison realm, his hand straining under its weight. With a swift movement, he managed to release his grip just in time, narrowly avoiding being crushed as the prison realm plummeted to the ground with a resounding impact. The sudden turn of events left everyone present in a state of shock, their gazes fixed upon the fallen prison realm and the immense crater it had created.

Frustration etched across his face, Geto muttered in annoyance, "Tch! This guy..."

Mahito, intrigued by the situation, directed his attention towards Gojo, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. "So, what's the deal with this?" he inquired, pointing towards the fallen prison realm.

Geto took a deep breath, preparing to explain the situation. "The seal is complete. However, the prison realm requires time to process Satoru Gojo. We won't be able to move it for a while," he clarified, his tone filled with a mix of determination and impatience. Little did they know that their conversation had not gone unnoticed.

Unbeknownst to them, an unwanted presence had overheard their discussion, a device silently relaying the information to an external party. Sensing the intrusion, Mahito swiftly extended his hand, obliterating the eavesdropping device with a single fluid motion. However, it was too late—the information had already been transmitted.

"Tch! They've got us," Geto grumbled, his irritation and anger evident as he glared at the remains of the destroyed device.

As the realization sank in, a voice rang out, declaring the impending arrival of reinforcements. "Hmph! Looks like the jig is up. The Jujutsu Sorcerers will increase in number and head this way soon," someone remarked, their tone laced with a mixture of annoyance and resignation.

Just as those words hung in the air, the ground beneath them began to tremble. It wasn't a mere earthquake, but a disturbance that engulfed the entire Shinjuku area, shaking the very foundation of their surroundings.

"What's happening?" Mahito questioned, his eyes looking around as the ground continued to tremble.

"What is happening? Is it a earthquake."

"I don't know but I think it's not just in this area."

"What do you mean?"

"Take a look at someone streaming online their location siatuation is the same."

While the normal people just making assumptions, something completely different was happening in shibuya station.

"What's happening?" Mahito questioned, his eyes looking around as the ground continued to tremble.

"I don't know, maybe it's an earthquake or something," Geto responded, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

As if in response to his words, the ground beneath them intensified its trembling, but this time the disturbance was localized to a small area not too far from where Geto and the prison realm stood. Fissures snaked across the ground, and to their astonishment, a wooden coffin emerged from the depths.

"Hey, look over there! Something's coming out of the ground... It looks like a wooden coffin," Mahito exclaimed, pointing towards the enigmatic object.

Jogo turned his gaze towards Geto, suspicion glimmering in his eyes. "Did you bring this, Geto?" he questioned, seeking answers from the enigmatic figure.

Geto shook his head, his voice firm and resolute. "No, why would I?" he replied, his words carrying a hint of bewilderment.

As they pondered the origins of the peculiar coffin, cracks began to spiderweb across its wooden exterior. The tension in the air grew palpable, and with a resounding crack, the front of the coffin shattered, propelled by an unseen force and the sheer strength it contained. Geto and the others instinctively tensed, their guard raised, but to their surprise, no cursed energy emanated from within the coffin.

As the dust stirred by the coffin's emergence settled, a voice resonated through the air, brimming with unwavering confidence. It was a voice that exuded power and authority, capturing the attention of all who heard it.

"So, it finally happened... It appears that the little brat Nagato has managed to grow," declared the figure who had emerged from the confines of the wooden coffin.

Jogo couldn't help but voice his curiosity, directing his question to no one in particular. "Now, who the hell is he?" he queried, his words hanging in the air, eager to unravel the mystery that had just materialized before them.

"I don't know either. I've never encountered this type of summoning before," Geto admitted, his memory failing to recall anything resembling the situation at hand.

Mahito, his guard seemingly relaxed, couldn't resist injecting a bit of humor into the tense atmosphere. "Hey, hey, hey! Doesn't he look like a samurai with that armor?" he jestingly remarked, his tone light-hearted as he sensed no cursed energy emanating from the enigmatic figure.

Jogo, however, remained inquisitive, his gaze fixed on the cracks that marred the man's face and armor. "What are those cracks? Is he some kind of puppet or something?" Jogo questioned, his confusion palpable as he struggled to make sense of the peculiar sight before him.

The atmosphere shifted abruptly as the man in the red samurai armor spoke, his voice deep and chilling, sending shivers down their spines. "What did you just say? Cracks?" he retorted, his tone laced with a cold edge.

In response to the mention of cracks, the man glanced down at his hands and the armor adorning his body, confirming their presence. However, he quickly realized that something was amiss. In the technique of rinne-rebirth, such imperfections shouldn't exist. Instead, he found himself clad in an armor, a telltale sign that he had been subjected to a different technique altogether.

"It seems this isn't rinne-rebirth but a reanimation jutsu," he concluded, his voice filled with a mix of realization and frustration. Reanimation jutsu, infamous for bringing the deceased back to life with an immortal body and infinite chakra, was a far cry from what he had expected.

"This wasn't part of the plan. What the hell is that brat doing, resurrecting me in this form?" the man pondered aloud, his thoughts racing. He couldn't shake the feeling that the young Nagato had ulterior motives, orchestrating events with a purpose of his own. Clearly, things were not unfolding as intended. However, before he could delve deeper into his thoughts, he was interrupted.

"Hey, you... What is your name, and where is this place?" he demanded, his piercing gaze fixed upon the individuals before him. As his eyes swept across the group, he couldn't help but notice that they comprised not only humans but also beings reminiscent of animals or otherworldly creatures. The mystery deepened, and his desire for answers intensified as he awaited their response.

Geto, recognizing the need for some form of introduction, took a few steps forward and addressed the man in the red armor with a hint of reproach in his voice. "Wow, you certainly lack manners, don't you? It's common courtesy to introduce yourself before asking others for their names," he remarked, emphasizing the importance of social etiquette.

The man in the red armor appeared genuinely perplexed by Geto's response. "Hmm... You don't know me?" he questioned, his confusion evident.

"Well, it seems that time can be a cruel thing, causing even people to forget or remain unaware of who I am. Allow me to enlighten you."

"I am... Uchiha Madara," he declared, his words resonating with an air of cold authority. The name carried weight, evoking a sense of awe and acknowledgement in those who were familiar with the legendary figure. But sadly there was none here or in this world who were familiar with the mentioned figure here.

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kumoriyami-xiuzhen · 17 days

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Hakuoki Drama CD - Shimabara Disturbance Track 5 English translation

It probably says something about my interests when I saw the You Can Call Me Bill documentary in theatres that I was probably the youngest person in the audience. Also, I was able to post this right away since I translated this way back in January 2021... as I have a tendency to do shorter things first lol.

Hakuoki Drama CD - Shimabara Disturbance Track 5 - What I wanted to convey

Translation by KumoriYami

Hijikat: Damn it, where the hell did that guy go?

Okita: What should we do? Hijikata-san, it's already dark.

Hijikata: No way around it. We're going back to headquarters.

Toudou: Eh? We're not going search anymore?

Hijikata: We'll go back and talk about how to deal with the situation. Isn't it useless if we keep looking around here?

Sen: We'll keep looking. As soon as I know where she is, I'll contact you.

Hijikata: Why? Don't you disapprove of Chizuru staying with us?

Sen: Although that's what I originally thought, it's a bit different now.

Hijikata: Different? What does that mean/What do you mean?

Sen: Since I first heard about you guys wanting to see her in a beautiful kimono, I've been thinking that, perhaps you might not be simply using Chizuru-chan.

Hijikata: Mhm...

Sen: Chizuru-chan is still missing, and you're all doing everything you can to find her. If you were just taking advantage of/using Chizuru, you could have other people look for her, and there would be no need to inconvenience yourselves. I finally understand why she's happy when she's with all of you.

Hijikata: I don't understand what you're saying, we're going/let's go!

(everyone leaves)

Toudou: Where the hell did Chizuru go?

Saito: A girl doesn't have that much stamina, so she shouldn't have gone far.

Toudou: That guy, she suddenly taken away [kidnapped], and wasn't even wearing straw sandals [zōri]. Are her feet are hurting right now?

Okita: That won't matter, will it? Maybe she's hiding with someone/someone's hiding her?

Toudou: Someone? Who do you mean?

Okita:Who knows? She looked so pretty, so who knows how many men would help hide her?

Toudou: Uh... No...no way! That definitely won't happen!

Saito: Souji! Don't make careless speculations without any evidence!

harada: Hm?

Okita: Oh? What's wrong, Sano-san? Why did you suddenly stop?

harada: No.... wait a second.

Nagakura: What? Did you forget something?

Harada: No, I'm not you. Over there, isn't someone in front of headquarters?

Toudou: Eh? Co-Could that be.... hey~!

(runs)

Toudou: Chizuru! It's really Chizuru!

Harada: Ah? Really?!

(everyone else runs over)

Hijikata: Hah.... Chizuru! You're okay!

Toudou: That's great! We were all worried about you!

Harada: I didn't expect you to come back to headquarters.

Okita: Indeed. Why did you come back? This was obviously a good chance for you to escape.

HIjikata: Oh...? You couldn't help but come back here? Haha, you....

Okita: Haha. Truly, you're such a strange kid.

Harada: Well, whatever. Anyway, it's good that you're okay.

Saito: Hah...

Nagakura: What's wrong, Saito? Why do you looked so dazed?

Saito: Ah... it's nothing.

Hijikata: It's useless just to stand here. Chizuru's come back, and Sen needs to be told.... At any rate, let's go back to headquarters.

Harada: But, Chizuru can't come in while she's dressed like this. Anyway, I'll go get you a change of clothes, so wait for a bit.

Saito: What's wrong, Yukimura? Why are you staring at my face?

Saito:...I'll stay with you until you have a change of clothes. I can't leave you here alone by yourself.

Saito: Don't mention it. This is also part of my official duties.

Saito: Oh... hah.... Today Kazama caused quite the commotion, I'm sorry. The next time we hold a banquet, I will talk to Osen about borrowing another kimono from her for you.

Saito: Yukimura.... I haven't been able to say this to you today... your kimono... it looked perfect on you.

---to be concluded---

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beasiannow · 9 months

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Having spent a day in Huston, Texas unsuccessfully job hunting and not having much else to do, local woman Chloe Russel went into a small nightclub she had never seen before called The All Points East.

Featuring unimpressive food and an okay but nondescript house band Chloe was about to leave when the apparent star of the club came on stage, a stage magician calling herself Terri the Terrific.

Chloe had to admit that she at least was impressive, doing a number of magic tricks that she could not figure out how they had been done.

For a last bit, Terri called for a volunteer from the audience and then insisted that Chloe be that volunteer. Stepping on stage with reluctance.

Terri made an Asian-style fan appear out of nowhere and asked Chloe, “Ever been to Japan?” “no,” said Chloe, “I see you need a job.” said Terri shifting gears with no warning, “ah, yeah…?” said Chloe, not knowing how she could have known that or where this might be going.

“How about a job IN Japan then?” asked Terri. “Depends on what sort of job, I guess,” said Chloe trying to play along.

“Well, if you are going to get a job in Japan, you would need to dress the part, wouldn’t you?” said Terri ignoring Chloe as she waved the fan she had pulled out of the air and shouted, “Sōdesu!”

To Chloe’s surprise, the small fan produced a wind strong enough to push her back a few feet.

That remarkable feat was nothing compared to the next thing Chloe noticed; all her clothing was gone from her sweater to her jeans and shoes, they having been replaced by a kimono, thick white socks, and zōri footwear.

“What the hell?” said Chloe, “no time to explain said Terri, your plane leaves in less than an hour. “What?” said Chloe. “Sōdesu!” shouted Terri the Terrific even louder in reply, “GASP!” went the small audience.

“What is going on?” shouted Chloe, knowing something even more extreme than her clothing being changed had just happened; she didn’t know what. That what had come out of her mouth had been the Japanese words “Nani ga okotte iru no ka?” meaning what is going on had not yet dawned on her.

“Just a few more ticks and tucks, and we’ll be done.” Said Terri stepping up to Chloe and making an odd gesture. Chloe went out as two assistants came on stage and carried her off.

“Good night, everyone!” said Terri to the audience, “Remember to tip your waitress, I’m out of here!

Chloe awoke in an airport, knowing she was about to go on a long trip, she also somehow knew from now on, she would be known not as Chloe Russel but by her new name of Chizuru… her new Geisha name.

Not that she was a geisha, but she was on her way to becoming one as soon as she got to the town of Fujynshida near Mount. Fuji and her new home at the Warau Kyūbinokitsune Okiya which she knew to mean the Laughing Nine-Tailed Fox Tea House.

She knew this because it seemed she now spoke fluent Japanese, which was natural enough as she was also aware that somehow she was now a Japanese person.

She was aware of all this by an inner knowledge she now seemed to have that Terri the Terrific had not been a human stage magician but instead, a Japanese fox spirit called a Kitsune and that the Kitsune had been hired by the Tea House to recruit women to work there.

And as the owner couldn’t find any local women interested in taking the job, she decided it would be amusing to do the recruiting among gaijin… after that, she would fix it so they weren’t gaijin anymore, which is what had happened to Chizuru.

The former Chloe very much wanted to talk about all this with someone, but she didn’t know anyone she could do that with as of the few acquaintances she had only spoke English, and Chizuru could tell that she now could only speak Japanese.

Then Chizuru saw four other bewildered-looking Japanese women in traditional dresses pulling luggage to the same spot where she was waiting.

It didn't take long for her to discover that she was not the only one who had been chosen and remade by Terri for a new life at the Laughing Nine-Tailed Fox Tea House. The five freshly minted Nihon-jin, no doubt, were in for a very unusual adventure.

As for whether the newly imposed Japanese versions of themselves, their old Texas Gal selves, or perhaps even a newer and as yet unseen blend of the two would become dominant in the end, remained to be seen.

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hakodate-division · 1 year

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"Peace of mind is the meaning of life."

Introduction

Kotan Anchikar is the leader of the Hakodate rap battle team, Kuma no ie. He is known by his MC name, Kamuy. The newly-appointed chieftain of the Ainu people after his father sadly passed, this young man has very large shoes to fill as he tries to lead his people the right way in a world that is ever-changing. With Chuohku exerting their influence over all parts of Japan, can he and his tribe continue to maintain their way of life in this constantly shifting landscape?

As a member of the Ainu people of Hokkaido, Kotan has sunbaked skin, which is ironic considering his people thrive in cold climates. He has black eyes that are very keen and perceptive. Underneath his eyes are red lines that symbolize his heritage. He has black hair that is tied in a short ponytail that goes down past his neck, stopping at the top of his back. He doesn't have noticeable muscles but is in shape due to his lifestyle.

He dresses rather formally, as depicted by his attire, which is due to his job as the chieftain of his tribe. He dresses in the Kinagashi style, wearing a light blue haori with an olive-colored nagagi underneath. His nagagi is fastened with two haori himo. He wears tabi socks and a pair of zōri over them. On the back of his haori, there is an imprint of a bear's face. Finally, he has a charm earring in his right ear.

Name Meaning

Kotan (古潭) - means 'owl god' and has the numerology number seven.

Anchikar (アンチカル) - means 'evening', is one of the famous last names used by the indigenous people in the Ainu culture.

Aliases

Chieftain

His father's son

Big Brother/Onii-Chan: His younger sisters

Biographical Info

Gender - Male

Age - 26

Birthday - November 27th

Ethnicity - Ainu

Hair Color - Jet Black

Eye Color - Black

Height - 178 cm/5'10"

Weight - 71 kg/156 lb.

Star Sign - Sagittarius

Piercings - Charm earring in his right ear

Markings - Two matching red lines under both his eyes. Plus, faded scars on his arms and legs.

Family

Mother (Deceased)

Father (Deceased)

Younger Sisters

Grandmother

Voiced By - OZworld (Rapping)

Fun Facts

MC Name - Kamuy

Occupation - Chieftain/Spokesperson of the Ainu People

Division - Hakodate

Team - Kuma no ie

Position - Leader

Favorite Food - Cep Ohaw

Least Favorite Food - Sea Lion

Likes - His heritage, his way of life, his younger sisters, bears, snow, his people, hot tea, hunting, mountains, skiing, rituals, festivals

Dislikes - Poachers, people who insult his way of life or heritage, people who insult or hurt bears, hot days, his sisters teasing him, people comparing him to his father

Hypnosis Microphone

Kotan's Microphone is a ribbon mic on a stand. Both the mic and the stand are made entirely out of wood. The stand is based off the inau sticks that the Ainu people use during rituals. The stand is also decorated with yellow feathers.

His Speaker takes the form of a spectral bear that stands up on its hind legs. In its paws, it is holding onto a speaker.

His rap ability, Blessings of Kim-un-kamuy, allows Kotan's speaker to fuse with him, drastically improving his attack, defense, and stamina. It also makes him immune to any negative effects the enemy may use on him. The downside is that he can only stay like this for up to three minutes. If he and his team haven't won the battle by then, he is automatically eliminated.

Kotan's rap themes are centered around the Ainu people and his way of life. He often raps about how the world is evolving or changing too quickly and that people need to slow down and enjoy life as it comes. He also raps about the struggles and rewards of responsibility, and about his love for his family and friends.

Personality

A humble and somewhat soft-spoken young man, Kotan is not exactly what one would expect as the chieftain of his tribe. He often appears to be meek, innocent, kind, moderate, and nice in contrast to many other people in Japan. A pacifist by nature, he dislikes violence and arguments, often seeking other methods of trying to resolve a conflict. His father, who was a skilled talker, always instructed him to never resort to violence, unless it is a last and final resort. And maybe not even then.

That's not to say that Kotan will not defend himself or his people if needed. Despite disliking violence or arguments, he will gladly fight to protect his home, his family, his tribe, and his way of life. He does not suffer insults or being mocked gladly, and won't stand by while someone degrades him or his people. He also will not tolerate poachers preying on the animals. If they are hunting for food, then that is one thing. But he won't tolerate or forgive people who kill animals for sport or, worse yet, for fun. However, he will not reciprocate and kill them as it is his principle to never take a human life.

As stated, Kotan deeply respects the Ainu culture. The Ainu revere nature and consider animals godlike beings kamuy, so he always honors his prey and everything he uses as gifts from the kamuy. Because of his love for people's way of life, he often struggles with new-world ideas or things that conflict with the Ainu way of life. However, he knows that the world is constantly changing and evolving, and he is not so foolish as to believe that he and his people will outlive the rest of the world. This makes sticking to his ways all the more difficult. He often wishes there was a way for him to preserve his people's independence and a way to ensure that the Ainu will never be forgotten or erased.

As the current chieftain of his tribe, Kotan often feels the pressures of his position. Though he is dedicated to leading his people, he often suffers from self-doubt and stress due to his bad habit of trying to handle everything by himself, or by trying to appear fine when he really isn't. He wants to be a great leader like his father and often finds himself comparing himself to the former chieftain, which only helps to stress him more. It often takes his grandmother lecturing and chastising him to bring him back to his senses. She frequently chides him to 'stop being someone that he is not, and just be himself.'

Though he often appears cold and withdrawn, around those he is comfortable with, Kotan is very jovial. He loves his younger sisters very much but wishes they wouldn't tease him so much. And he always looks to his grandmother for some sort of wisdom or guidance. He is good friends with his family friend, Ted Bridges, and has a good relationship with Kokomi, who taught him how to ski, which helps him with hunting. Though he is cautious around outsiders, after warming up to them, he is a good friend to have.

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Trivia

His sisters frequently tease him about the fact that he hasn't shown interest in a girl before.

When he is stressed, he'll often disappear from the village for a time to walk through the mountains and forests to calm himself.

He owns a wolf and a hawk, both of which help him to hunt.

The land that he and his people live on was given to them by the former Japanese government.

#hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic #kotan anchikar #hakodate division #character bio

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wysteria-bloom · 2 years

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🍙 Random Prompts 🍙

I apologise for going on such a long hiatus, i just haven’t found the will to write lately. But I ended up finishing the demon slayer manga and i really wanted to write something about these amazingly written characters. I cried like a goddamn baby when reading the manga bro, that shit hit HARD

For this, I used an OTP prompt generator and put [name] and a random KNY character’s name and whatever prompt I got, I had to write it and I wasn’t allowed to re-roll it at all lol This is how it turned out. If you want to do this as well here is the link for the website:

Characters: Rengoku, Sanemi, Giyuu, Uzui, Yoriichi

Prompt: Rengoku and [Name] having a snowball fight.

[ A/n : This sounds so sweet oml—]

It’s been a long and gruelling mission of consistent walking and Rengoku’s consistent talking.

Not that [Name] minded listening to him speak, not at all. In fact his little stories about his younger brother and the food he ate yesterday was what kept her sane on this seemingly un-ending mission.

His enthusiasm may have not been contagious, but at least it was relaxing.

“Ah! I’m probably talking your ear off at this point, haha!” He gave her a guilty smile,” If you wish for me to stop say the word.”

“Eh?” [Name] blinked at his words, breaking out of her daydream,” Umm… I don’t mind listening to you Rengoku-san. It’s making this mission more bearable, I assure you.” She stated bluntly as usual, a tiny smile on her face.

The man hummed happily, smile widening,” I see, I see! That’s good to hear.” He seemed pleased with her response,” I’m happy to be on a mission with you, [Last name]-san. I feel as though we barely have any together anymore as Pillars. I enjoy fighting alongside you!” He said genuinely before glancing down at the snow crunching beneath him. He was glad he heeded [Name]’s warning about wearing snowboots instead of his zōri.

Ignoring how hot his words made her cheeks feel, [Name] watched the snowflakes fall slowly with half-lidded eyes, blank stare holding a fondness towards the snow.

But in her serenity, there was always something that had to ruin it.

When the coldness hit her face, she knew instantly what the cause of it was when she heard the boisterous laughter of the flame Hashira.

Looking over to him slowly with slightly wide eyes, she wiped at the snow that stuck to her face,”… was that a declaration of war, Rengoku-san?” She threatened him light-heartedly.

Calming down from his laughter, his eyes twinkled with mischief and joy as he sent her a boyish grin,” What would happen if I were to say it was—?” But he was cut off when a snowball hit him straight in the mouth.

[Name] snickered when he began spitting the snow out with a disgusted expression.” That was a sneaky move.” He sputtered out.

The woman shrugged at his words, bending down to make another one,” You should know not to let your guard down, Rengoku-san.”

“ It’s hard not to when you’re so distractingly beautiful~!” He grinned out, making a snowball of his own.

The girl’s eyes widened at his words, cheeks heating up completely,” O-oi you better st—“ But the sight of a snowball shooting straight for her made her stop her complaints at him as she had to focus on dodging the snowball.

Upon dodging it successfully, she threw her snowball at him, running towards a nearby tree to hide behind it and make a new snowball.

Rengoku ran after her, two snowballs held in his hand as he grinned mischievously,” Don’t hide from me now, [Last name]-san! I wanna see your pretty face!”

“Stop spewing such embarassing things!!” The woman exclaimed, peeking behind the tree and chucking a snowball at him frantically. It hit him in the chest but it wasnt enough to stop him, he ran straight straight for her with a loud laugh, throwing both of his snowballs at her.

One hit her straight on the head but she managed to dodge the second one. But with her distracted, Rengoku was able to capture her in his arms, pulling her close to his chest with an adorable grin spread onto his lips, cheeks flushed pink from the cold and happiness.

“R-Rengoku-san!” The woman stuttered out as her cold face was pushed into his chest, his warm arms pulling her close and flush against him as he nuzzled his face into the top of her head.

“ I apologise if I’m crossing any boundaries…” He mumbled into her hair and [Name] was shocked to hear how shy he had sounded upon saying this.

She couldnt help but slowly lean into his warmth upon hearing it, her cold face warming up from embarrassment and the amount of heat Rengoku’s body gives off.

“I d-don’t mind….” She murmured,”… but we should probably keep walking if we wanna get this mission finished on time.”

“…. I forgot we were suppose to be doing that.”

prompt: [Name] and Sanemi sharing ice cream/cake/a dessert.

[ A/n: I CANTT THIS IS TOO CUTEEE!! Sanemi deserves the world broo ]

“ What the hell are you doin’?” His sudden gruff voice made the woman jump slightly.

“ You scared me, jeez…” She mumbled, pouting at him from over her shoulder.

The man shrugged and walked into the kitchen,” Your fault for bein’ shit at sensing other people.”

“ I can only do that with demons, dumbass.” She snapped back, continuing to stir away at the rice flour in her bowl,” Hashira are harder to sense, y’know?”

His arms wrapped around her from the back, pulling her close against his chest as he settled his chin on her shoulder comfortably and he closed his eyes with a tired exhale.

Frowning a little at the sound, she leaned her head against his,” Long day, baby?” She questioned gently.

His cheeks heated up slightly at the tone of her voice and he found himself burying his warm face deeper into her shoulder,” Yeah…” He muttered,” Miss not seein’ you around as much anymore…”

She leaned against him more, kneading the rice flour thoroughly,” i know baby…”

“But m’ glad I don’t have to worry ’bout demons hurting you again… Retiring from the corps was probably the best thing you coulda done.”

“ I wanna focus on building our family anyways,” She giggled at when she heard him choke on his breath,” Whaaat? Don’t you want kids, ‘Nemi? Little you’s and me’s running around?” She teased before letting out a yelp upon feeling him nip at her neck.

“ Stop teasin’ me…” he grumbled out before burying his face back into her shoulder,” What are you making?”

“ Dango… I’m in the mood for something sweet. I’m making some cake as well.” Then she brought a spoon up to his lips,” Here, try the frosting.”

He opened his mouth and leaned forwards, engulfing the spoon completely. As soon as the frosting hit his tastebuds there was an explosion of sweetness and a fruity taste mixed together. He hummed contentedly, lips curling childishly at the taste as he pulled away from the spoon.

“Holy shit.” Was all he could say.

Laughing at the reaction, she turned her head slightly to look at his expression and found herself falling even deeper in love with him. His eyes were staring at her softly and with adoration, lips curled upwards ever so slightly. A smudge of frosting sat on his lips teasingly.

She leaned to his face, smiling when she saw him closing his eyes, expecting her to kiss him.

But no, she only licked away the frosting on his lips before pulling away,” You had a little something there.” She explained before going back to kneading her flour. But she knew this wouldnt last long.

She was spun around abruptly, bowl being taken from her hands as her back was pushed into the counter by Sanemi’s body.

“ What’d did I say ’bout teasing me?” He mumbled out lowly, eyelashes hanging over his eyes in a sultry gaze.

Not waiting for her to answer, his lips crashed onto hers in a sweet kiss that could rival any dessert.

prompt: Giyuu pressing his forehead against [Name]'s forehead to check if she has a fever.

[A/n: Uh oh… Giyuu’s too socially constipated to do something like this but I’ll try my best to write this 😭]

“ What do you mean you’re sick?” Giyuu muttered out with a deep frown settled onto his face,” In what way? Do you have a fever?”

“Ehhh Giyuuu… stop interrogating me, I’m too tired…” His girlfriend whined out from underneath her sheets,” Can just pleeeease ask Shinobu to come here?”

His concerned expression shifted into a slightly offended one,” Why would you need her? I’m here.” He argued,” I’ll just take care of you until you get better.”

“ You have a mission to go on today,” [Name] groaned out, hating how horrible she sounded,” Shinobu would find out what’s wrong with me quicker anyways-“

Suddenly the blankets were pulled away from her body making her yelp and look up at her boyfriend with a shocked look. He didnt look particularly happy with her.

His eyes narrowed slightly,” I’m your significant other, she isnt. Just let me take care of you,” He stated, not letting her argue with him any further as he pushed her back into her mattress with a gentle-yet firm hand.

“ Wh-what the hell are you?…” Her eyes widened when he began leaning down towards her face,” Oi you’re gonna get yourself sick too you idiot-“ she stopped talking when his cold forehead pressed against her hot one. It felt nice.

“Knew it,” He confirmed to himself, pulling away too quickly,” You have a terrible fever… I’ll get a cold cloth and some water.” But when he turned away to get her these things, the tug on his sleeve stopped him.

“… Can you… press your forehead against mine again? It felt nice.” She mumbled, cheeks flushing pink.

Giyuu gave her a confused look,”… wouldn’t a wet cloth be more logical?”

“ A wet cloth isnt you.”

“ I would hope not,” He raised a brow at her and tilted his head slightly,” Are you alright? Is the fever getting to your head?”

“Giyuu, if you don’t put your forehead against mine right now, I will walk to Shinobu’s myself.”

Safe to say he pressed his forehead against hers pretty quickly after that.

But maybe a little too quickly because he ended up head-butting her accidentally.

prompt: [Name] and Uzui holding hands because there's a crowd but not letting go when they get out of it.

[ A/n: PLEEEEASE THIS MAN IS SO FINE AND FOR WHAT?? ]

‘ I feel like I’m being stared at…’ [Name] thought with an exhausted expression on her face as she trailed behind the Sound Hashira reluctantly,” Remind me why I agreed to do this mission again?” She grumbled out to him.

At her tone, he stopped himself from teasing the girl, raising an eyebrow at her with the tiniest bit of concern,” Something wrong?” He questioned.

“ I’m being stared at constantly… do you men seriously have no self-control?” She spat at him with a sharp glare that made the man’s heart flutter ever so slightly.

Clicking his tongue in disapproval, the man rolled his eyes at her,” Stop whining, you’re lucky I made you look so flamboyant otherwise we might not be able to find my wives—“

“Your wives, riiiight…” She scoffed,” I pity those women immensely for being betrothed to a brute like you.”

“ You sound so jealous,” He pointed out,” What? Are you wanting to become my fourth wife finally?”

“For the fourty fourth time— no. I would not like to be your wife.”

“ It’s cute that you’ve been keeping count~”

Suddenly the crowd began to grow much larger, making [Name] struggle to stick close to her tall comrade due to her much smaller stature.

Hearing her discomfort, Uzui reached towards her hand and intertwined it tightly with his larger one. He sent her a tiny grin of reassurance, eyes warm,” Stick close, wouldn’t be very flashy of me to lose a pretty lady in a crowd, would it?”

The woman argued against protesting as the crowd only began to grow. So she settled for nodding to, holding his hand tighter.

His hand was comforting as the many bodies pushed by the girl, knocking into her every so once in a while so they could get to their destination quicker. [Name] typically wasnt great with crowds, and she hates to admit it but having Uzui there reassured her a lot.

Soon, the two made it out of the crowd, but despite this fact [Name] still squeezed Uzui’s hand tight.

He took that as a sign to not let go of her hand.

prompt: [name] booping Yoriichi's nose with her finger.

[ A/n : I’m CRYING!!!!!!. you dont understand how much i love this man ]

“ Hey hey, ’Iichi,” [Name] caught the man’s attention instantly, his grip on his sword loosening as his eyes fluttered over to her curiously,” You frown a lot, y’know? You’re gonna end up getting wrinkles~” She teased with a lazy smile.

She laid out on the grass comfortably, the sun beating down upon her like a spotlight.

“ Will I?…” He hummed, looking at the sword in his hand with his usual solemn expression,” Why should that be a concern for me? We all grow old, after all. It’s not as though you will be free from gaining wrinkles, [Name].”

“Grr—“ The girl growled with a tick in her brow,” Don’t be so blunt! The least you could do is take my precious feelings into consideration before saying such hurtful things!” She whined, glaring at him.

Her reaction amused him slightly,” Stop whining…” He sighed, setting his sword down,” I thought you said you liked when I’m brutally honest?”

He sat down next to her, not complaining as she dragged him by the arm so that he was laying down with her as well.

“ I do, I do,” She chuckled out,” I think it’s rather cute.”

“Cute?…”

She nodded with a hum, smiling up at him when he turned his head to look at her,” I don’t think you realise how much you make my heart beat even when doing the most simplest of things.” She admitted wholeheartedly.

He couldnt stop his cheeks from heating up, her honesty was incredibly endearing. His blank look may not have changed, but his eyes were soft as he continued to gaze at her features,” Now you’re the one being blunt.”

She gave him a shrug and teasing grin, bringing her finger to his nose and booping it. He followed her finger with his eyes, causing them to cross adorably.

At his reaction, the girl squealed happily,” Stop being so cute, ’Iichi!” She cupped his round cheeks lovingly, smooshing them together so his lips puckered. The expression made the woman laugh joyfully.

Lips twitching into a slight smile, Yoriichi gripped onto one of her wrists gently, bringing it to his lips as he pressed his lips where her pulse was.

This kiss was a promise.

A promise to keep her safe. He wouldn't lose anyone else.

#kny x you #kny x reader #rengoku x you #rengoku x reader #giyuu x you #giyuu x reader #sanemi x you #sanemi x reader #yoriichi x reader #uzui x y/n #uzui x reader #uzui x you #Yoriichi x you

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reccd · 2 years

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Naruto, Chapter 23

#naruto #warari #zōri #fight scene

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cesarwheezer · 6 months

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Part two, Cruelty.

Nezuko let out a gasp, seeing someone rapidly approaching with a golden blade in hand. she quickly flipped her and Tanjiro over to barely miss the blade, it cutting her hair in the process. her and tanjiro rolling, hitting a tree due to the sheer force. snow flew around. Nezuko's back hit the tree and she let out a grunt in pain, keeping Tanjiro close to her so he wouldn't get hurt. Tanjiro shrunk back to original size.

Nezuko opened her eyes to look at the man. ’what the... who's that?’ she thought. the man who almost killed Tanjiro stood there was a smile on his face. the man being awfully pale, having light blonde hair that seemed to want to avoid his face with the way it curved out, and his most noticeable trait, those rainbow eyes.. he wore a white button up shirt with golden buttons, white pants to match the shirt, a buttoned white leg-wrapped kyahan and a pair of white zōri with light cyan traps and tabi socks underneath, he also wears an odd long black and purple fabric that drapes down from his shoulders all the way to his waist. he had an unnerving smile on his face.

"eh?" the man turned to look at Nezuko. Nezuko stared back with fear in her eyes, holding Tanjiro to her chest.

’blade like fans..?’ Nezuko noted the weapons in the man's hand. he held two golden sharp metal fans that had 'destroyer of demons' engraved in them as well as less noticeable lotus flower designs.

"why are you protecting it?" The man asked Nezuko, having a slight undertone of irritation in his cheerful tone. "he's my brother." Nezuko replied, keeping Tanjiro close protectively. The man's eyes narrowed. Tanjiro started growling again, trying to get out of Nezuko's grip. "Tanjiro!" she said, trying to keep him near her. the man paused. "...you call that thing your brother?" he asked, almost sounding mocking. Nezuko didn't have a chance to respond as the man dashed towards her with speed shed never seen before. she ducked down to protect Tanjiro, but as her hands hit the snow she didn't have Tanjiro within her hands anymore. her eyes widened with fear and worry. she looked up to see the man restraining Tanjiro with no effort whatsoever. Tanjiro growling while trying to break free. "Tanjiro!" Nezuko said worriedly, about to take a step forward. "don't move!" the man said.

a cloud of dust mixed with snow formed around the two. "my job is to slay demons, needless to say, I'm gonna decapitate your brother." he explained, sounding a bit.. bored. "h-hold on! Tanjiro hasn't killed anyone! b-back at my house there was a scent I've never smelled before!" Nezuko started, trying to defend Tanjiro. she could see the man's eyes narrow at her like she was crazy. "that's probably the one who killed my family! it wasn't Tanjiro! I don't know why he turned into that, but... but still!" she said, not wanting her brother to die..

"it's quite simple!" the man started, saying it in a condescending tone. "because his wounds were exposed to demon blood, he turned into a demon! that's how man-eating demons multiply!" he explained, smiling while still using that condescending tone. "Tanjiro would never eat humans!" Nezuko said, rising from the snow and taking another step forward.

"you're... you're joking. just now you were about to be devoured!" the man said, his tone sounding pitiful but his eyes saying otherwise. "I'm sure he knows who I am!" Nezuko replied, the panic in her eyes and tone visible as well as audible. "I won't let him hurt anyone! i swear! I'm gonna turn Tanjiro back into a human! I swear I'll heal him!" Nezuko said, her voice breaking slightly. Tanjiro continued growling while trying to get out of the man's grasp. "he cant be healed, silly girl! once turned into a demon, you can never be human again!" the man said, using his still cheerful tone, but his smile starting to falter. "I'll find a way! no matter what! so... so please don't kill him!" Nezuko begged, bringing her hand to her chest. "I'll hunt down the one who slaughtered my family! I'll make everything all right! please! please don't do it!" she begged. the man raised one of his fans to Tanjiro's throat. "don't take anyone else from me.." Nezuko said, tears starting to form in her eyes again as she laid down on the snow to beg. "I'm begging you not to.." she said, her voice weak with emotion. "please! don't kill my big brother.." she said, her voice wavering. she sobbed softly. "please don't do it.." she said.

the man tensed up, his smile falling. "don't give others a chance to murder you." he said, raising his voice a bit. "stop that pathetic groveling!" he shouted, his smile completely gone as he looked now emotionless. "if it was the least bit effective, your family wouldn't be dead!" he said harshly, his eyes starting to show anger rather than emptiness. Nezuko's eyes widened, looking up at him. "how can a weakling like you have any hope of finding a way to heal your brother? or even hunt down the enemy? don't make me laugh!" he scoffed, glaring at Nezuko as he gritted his teeth. "the weak have no rights, or choices!" he said gripping his fan so hard it started to dig into his palm. "their only fate is to be crushed, like the bugs they are." he said, his voice lowering from its high volume. "the demons might know how to cure your sister, but don't you dare think that a demon would respect your will or wishes. naturally, I have no respect for pathetic children like you either. that's reality." he snapped, his tone harsh and unforgiving. Nezuko was speechless, her eyes starting to show she was losing hope. "why did you throw yourself over your brother earlier? was that your way of 'protecting him?'" he asked the last part mockingly. "why didn't you swing that hatchet? why did you show your back to me? all those mistakes led to your brother's capture." he said coldly, pointing his metal fan at Nezuko. "I could've easily slashed him along with you." he said emotionlessly. Nezuko was speechless, gripping her shirt.

"NO!" Nezuko screamed, as the man slashed him across his chest, blood spilling out the wound. "don't you touch him!" she said, picking up a rock and throwing at him. he easily defected it with his blade. she grabbed the hatchet from the snow covered ground, running to the trees and throwing another rock from there. she ran straight towards him with her hands behind her back, carrying the hatchet. "you fool!" he said, hitting her with the dull side of his fan, knocking her to the ground. she let out a yelp. the man managed to keep ahold of tanjiro. Tanjiro stopped growling, looking down at Nezuko on the ground. "wait. where's... her hatchet..?" he questioned, not seeing it in the snow where it should've been. he looked up at it just in time as it landed right next to his head in the tree, chopping some hair off with it. "just before she hid behind the tree.. she threw the rock and hatchet at the same time.. she hid her hands as she pretended to attack. So I didn't realize she was unarmed. she knew she couldn't beat me, her whole plan was to bring me down after I struck her." the man said to himself, honestly surprised at the girl's intelligence. "this kid.." his thoughts were interrupted by tanjiro kicking him away.

"damnit!" he said, landing in the snow. "he will kill him!' he thought, his eyes widened. he took a pause. he saw the demon putting himself in front of the girl, protecting her. he thought back on the girls words. "he'd never eat a human..." he thought, watching the demon boy charge at him while growling, looking like a rabid dog. "someone said the same thing, only to be devoured by a demon. when a demon is starving, it will kill and devour even it's own parents or siblings because they're nutrient rich. I've seen it happen more times than I can count." he thought, his expressionless eyes unfocusing for a second, before bringing himself back to reality. "this boy had been wounded, and he's expending energy to heal those injuries." he thought, evading his attacks easily. "he must've drained vast amounts of his strength as he transformed into a demon." he thought, backing away and doing a front flip to evade more of his attacks. he shoved her back into the snow. "this means he's severely starved at this moment, without a doubt. he must've wanted to feast on a human right away." he thought, his eyes flickering to the passed out girl in the snow. "yet he protected her instead by intimidating me.. I wonder if.. these siblings might be different from the others." He thought as the demon boy launched himself at him from a tree, he sheathed his fans and put them on his hip, before hitting the demon on the neck and knocking him out.

"I'm sorry to leave you behind, Nezuko. take care of Tanjiro for me, all right?"

Nezuko woke up to tanjiro laying at her side, he was now wrapped in his original blanket. she gasped and shed happy tears at seeing him still alive. Tanjiro now wore a bamboo muzzle around his mouth. he seemed to be passed out. "you awake?" the man asked. Nezuko quickly looked up and brought Tanjiro to her chest, not wanting him to be harmed again. "go see an old man named Keizo Soyama who lives at the foot of Mountain Sagiri. Tell him that Douma Hashibira sent you." he said, smiling like before. "since it's cloudy, he seems to be alright at the moment. However, never let him be exposed to sunlight." he said, before disappearing. nezuko couldn't help but smile softly.

Nezuko sat at the freshly dug graves for her family. finishing praying with Tanjiro besides her. she sighed softly before turning to Tanjiro. "let's go." she said, gently taking his hand and walking. Tanjiro simply followed. Nezuko looked back at the house with sorrow before leaving with Tanjiro.

#demon slayer #demon slayer au #fanfic

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