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sassysaxsolo · a day ago
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Life and Death
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Warning: Abuse, Neglect, suicidal thoughts, self harm, grief, depression, attempted non-con, non-con, violence, gore, bloodshed, reader needs help, ALOT of help, Kyojuro being a pure oblivious boi. Akaza being sneaky
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As the waning moon stares down at me with pity. I fold myself in half. An endless river of tears streamed down from both my eyes. My throat had become dry but that did not stop me from sobbing out the name of the only man I had ever loved.
He was everything to me, the very being that kept me strong, the only person I saw a future with.
And that horrible bitch stole him from me. I knew from the very beginning that she never loved him, she only used him as a tool to hurt me. All she’s ever wanted was to see me suffer. For what reason? I don’t know.
Some people are just born evil.
There was no future for me anymore. Within my five years in this organisation, I had many friends, I had also lost many friends. People all around me drop like flies, this one though, is the ultimate betrayal. It felt like someone had ripped my heart out and kicked me in the throat.
Life is hard. Life is full of suffering. Life isn’t fair.
Death would be easier. Death would be peaceful.
I take my sword from its sheath and line it up towards my heart, hopefully a demon would pass by and gobble up my remains so I wouldn’t be found. I take in a breath of fresh air and exhale. The forest was beautiful, cherry blossoms were in full bloom and the grass smelt amazing. I couldn’t have picked a more beautiful place to die.
I grip the handle and prepare to plunge it in.
“Hello (Y/n) san!” I snapped my head to my right without a moment's notice, my sword was kicked from my hands. It flew into the air and landed 20 ft to my left. I look at the culprit once again to register who he is and I freeze.
“A-Akaza…” I stutter. That put a massive grin on his face. “Ah! So you do remember me! It has been two years after all..”
I feel myself shake within his presence but I harden myself and sit straight. “I could never forget the face of an upper moon.”
He laughs, probably feeling quite prideful of his title. “Well I could never forget a woman like you, (Y/n) san.” He paces around me, with his hands behind his back, observing me like a fine piece of art. “Last time we met, you were a Hinoto. Yet you had such a fight in you. Now? After two years, you’re Kinoe! But now you point your sword to your own heart? Why is that?”
I scoff and turn my head from him. “How do you know about my rank? And what makes you think I’m obligated to tell you anything?” He chuckled and sat right down next to me. “Well, I make it a point to check in on my favourite demon slayer whenever opportunity seeks me. And to answer your next question, you’re not by any means obligated to tell me anything.”
This was weird, I had expected him to start acting sadistic and rip my arm off already but no. He turns to look me in the eye, I gaze into his golden eyes that read ‘Upper Three’ His body was covered head to toe in strange striped tattoos and his physique had been hand molded by the kami themselves.
He was gorgeous for a demon, but then again at the end of the day, that's all he was. A demon and I am a demon slayer. It was taboo of me to describe a demon with such colourful and pretty words. “But you are killing yourself, aren’t you? I figured, I might listen to your troubles. After all, I am the last person who you’ll see and talk to before you do the deed. So why not?”
I see his point. Besides kicking my sword out of my hand, he hasn’t acted that much hostile towards me. What could be the harm in telling him? After all, I do plan on ending my life afterwards. Nothing more could hurt me.
“I guess I could.. But where do I start …?” I quietly whimpered. Akaza tapped his chin before clicking his fingers. “How about the first time you felt...wronged? The time you felt so angry and sad but couldn’t do anything about it.”
I tucked my knees into my chest and shivered a bit at the cold, The Upper moon wrapped a surprisingly warm arm around my shoulders. I thanked him for it. “I guess it really started about nine years ago, when my brother left to become a demon slayer…”
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I was only a kid when he decided to leave. I lived in a nice big mansion in a very wealthy village. My parents were landowners and the proprietors of a vast mine that produced many minerals like diamonds, rubies, sapphires. You name it.
My older sister Mikako was the most beautiful girl in our village. Graceful and perfect in every way and she despised me since the day I was born. She would pour water on my futon and tell my parents I wet it and she would always steal my toys, gaslighting me by saying they were hers and that I was the one stealing the toys.
Whenever there was an argument between us, my parents would automatically defend her. My mother would scream. “Enough (Y/n)! Screaming at your older sister is bad form and improper of you!” and my father would roar. “Stop with these petty lies about your sister and grow up (Y/n)!” That's how the conversations always went.
My parents loved to dote on her, buying her beautiful kimonos and the most expensive jewellery and the best toys her heart desired. On the other hand, All I received were her hand-me-downs and plain basic kimonos. She also spread lies to all the other kids in town that I wasn’t actually her sister, that I was actually an ugly witch my parents felt sorry for, all the kids would join her to poke fun at me.
She would abuse me verbally and physically and no one believed me. Except one person though.
My big brother, Sawao. 
Sawao was a big gentle giant in my eyes. Whenever I got hurt, he would kiss my boo boo and fix me up. If I was sad, he would put me in his lap and let me cry into his chest while he patted my back. He would bring me to the local restaurant where I could eat all the yummy food I wanted and we’d go down to the beach where he would help me find rocks and seashells and we’d splash in the water.
He was the heir of my fathers wealth and properties, until.. The day our village had been invaded by a demon. It had taken many innocent people from us, even a few of his friends. When the demon slayers came and exterminated the demon, Sawao made his decision.
“YOU CAN’T JOIN THE DEMON SLAYERS!” My father screamed as he slammed his fist down onto the table, shaking the cutlery and plates. I shivered at his words, I had never heard my father speak so angrily. “I can and I will Chichiue and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” Sawao spoke firmly. 
My father ruled this town with an iron fist but my brother was the only one who had the courage to speak back to him. “If you do this, I will cut you off!  When I’m dead, you won’t get a cent from me! I’ll make sure it all goes to Mikako!” My sister’s eyes sparkled at the thought of receiving father’s entire fortune but then again, nothing new there.
“There is more to life than living comfortably in a big house with lots of wealth. People are suffering! I’d rather leave and go make a difference in the world than sit here miserably, knowing I could have done something! I will be gone within the week.” And with that, He sat up and left.
I quickly sat up from my seat and quickly followed him! “Anuie! Please don’t leave!” I cried as I grasped his leg. He stops and looks down at me. I had tears running down my eyes and snot dripping down my nose. “ If you leave, the demons will hurt you and I’ll be all alone!”
He bent down to face me. He smiled and patted my head. “I’m sorry, (Y/n) chan. But this is something I have to do.” I sniffled, he took a handkerchief to wipe my nose clean. “But whos gonna kiss me better and- and take me down to the beach to get me rocks- or - or eat with me at-”
“Shhhh!” He whispered as he pulled me into a hug, I sobbed into his shoulder. “You need to be strong for me, (Y/n). I need you to be strong for me and keep me in your prayers. Can you do that for me?”
I nodded sadly.
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A week later, before he left, I made him a parting gift.
As he walked out the gate, no one came to say goodbye to him. They thought he was on a fool's errand but I knew, even at the tender age of ten, that this was his choice and I needed to respect that.  I ran out the door, trying to keep up with him. “Wait!” I cried.
He stopped and I had to breathe for a bit. “I..I made you something...!” 
He bent down to see what I had and I unfolded it. Despite being very young, I had a gift for sewing and embroidery. I had created him a red haori with a long golden dragon and orange butterflies covering the ends.  “Here! You’ll need this to stay warm!” I handed it to him and he observed the piece of clothing with fascination.
“Make sure you eat all your meals! Drink plenty of water and don’t forget to stay clean!” I cried. “Don’t stay out in the sun too long and don’t forget to wrap up warm for the winter!” He stopped me short when he pulled me in for a hug. “Thank you, (Y/n) chan. I’ll always wear it.”
He took off his pack and put on the Hoari, it suited him well, “What do you think (Y/n) Chan?” He asked charmingly. I laughed. “You look very handsome!” I put two thumbs up.
We said our goodbyes and he left.
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Three years had passed since then. My sister’s abuse and my parent’s ignorance worsened. But I had found solace at the local tailor. She taught me how to improve my craft. I knew when my brother came back, he would probably need a new hoari. 
Three years since he left, I taught myself how to dissociate myself from my sister’s words and attacks and keep out of her way. It was for the best since neither my mother nor father would raise a finger to protect me. I was by myself but that was okay. I’ll be strong. For Sawao.
Tragedy finally struck when my Sawao finally came home. I had been by the koi fish pond reading haikus from my family’s old storage. Poetry was an escape from my sister, my parents and the blissful towns folk. No one could come into my world and cause me harm.
I heard the creek of the wooden gate and I thought that the gardener had finally come to take care of the flowers. “(Y/n) Chan?”
I was started by the voice, it was so familiar, When I whipped my head around. I saw him. Sawao was standing there. He was taller, wearing my hoari. He also was equipped with a standard demon slayer uniform and a sword attached to the buckle of his belt.
He stood with a young man, a few years older than me. He had long bright yellow hair with red streaks akin to flames along with two shoulder-length bangs and two chin-length bangs on the side of his head, black forked eyebrows, and golden eyes that faded to red with white pupils. His  physique suggested that he was incredibly strong and he had an overjoyed smile on his face.
“Anuie!” I screamed. I dropped my scroll and ran over to embrace my brother in a hug. “Why!? Why didn’t you come see me sooner?!” I cried. He laughed joyfully, rubbing the back of my head. “Forgive me, (Y/n) Chan! I was just so busy I didn’t get the chance to come visit you,”
I sniffled. I looked over at his companion and he put his hand on my back. “Kyojuro, I’d like you to meet my younger sister, (Y/n).” He raised his arm toward him and looked at me. “(Y/n), I’d like you to meet my friend. Rengoku Kyojuro.”
I straightened myself and bowed respectfully. “It is an honour to meet you, Rengoku san.” He in turn stood up straight. “It is an honour to finally meet my dear friend’s family! He talks about you quite often!” Sawao waved his hands frankly. “Kyojuro san..!”
“Really!? What did he say!?” I asked giddily. To think he would talk about me to his fellow demon slayers! “He tells me you are extremely beautiful and that you are the one who made him his Hoari. He speaks so fondly of you that many of us wish to meet you! I am so fortunate to be the first!” I blush at his words.
“R-Rengoku san..”
“Anuie sama!”
We turn to the door to see Mikako, in her newest kimono, trying to look as innocent as she can. “Mikako.” Sawao replies. A blank expression covers his face as she arrives. Kyojuro however smiles wider. “Sawao! You didn’t tell me you had another sister! She is just as gorgeous as (Y/n) here!”
I swallowed. This was going so well, why did she have to show up? “Oh my? Thank you, good sir! And who might you be?” She sang gracefully. Unfortunately, Rengoku was falling for her act. “Rengoku Kyojuro!”
She giggled. “Agawa Mikako~” 
My brother turned to face me. “I’m sorry (Y/n). Please meet us at the restaurant.” And with that, Sawao dragged Kyojuro away and out of the estate. I followed them and stopped by the door. I see Rengoku wave and I wave back, smiling.
When he turns around, I feel a pull at my hair. “Stupid Sow!” MIkako grabs me by the roots of my scalp and throws me into the flower bed. “Wipe that smile off your face! He was obviously waving at me!” She then proceeded to pick up dirt and throw it at me. “Don’t think for a minute that anyone would spare you a second glance! You’re a fat ugly cow!”
Before I can bite back, mother comes out of the house. “Goodness! What’s going on here?”
 “Hahaoya! (Y/n)’s playing in the flower bed!” It didn’t take long for my mother to come and yank me from my place. “Stupid child! Why would you do something as idiotic as that!? Now we need to get the gardener-”
I blocked out the ensuing noise of my mothers screams, telling me I was the worst thing that happened to this family. All I could see was my sister snickering by the ruined flower bed as I’m dragged inside the mansion.
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After that unfortunate occurrence I was able to wash up and meet the boys down at the restaurant. We sat and ate the food while I asked them about their adventures as demon slayers. My brother had been taken under the wing of Kuwajima Jigar, the former thunder Hashira and had learned the art of thunder breathing.
Rengoku on the other hand had come from a long line of flame Hashiras and intended to become the next one. It was eye opening and broadened my vision. Sawao and Kyojuro came to town because of a recent massacre that occurred at the Osaki homestead just on the outskirts of the village.
They believe it is the work of a demon and that it could still be there.
“UMAI!”
I almost choked on my ebi prawns when Rengoku let out that roar. He stuck his chopsticks into his bowl and chewed on a piece of seasoned pork before screaming “UMAI!” again. I look over at my brother who has a rather large sweat mark on the side of his head, “Why is he shouting, Anuie?” I ask quietly.
He waves his hand. “It's just what he does… He believes that shouting umai makes the food taste better..” I don’t think that’s how food works…
But as I looked over at Rengoku who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying his food, I put some more food into my mouth and yelled. “UMAI!” Rengoku looked over at me,  my cheeks were full of food and red from the embarrassment I put myself in. He ate some more food before shouting “UMAI!” I followed his lead.
“UMAI!”
“UMAI!”
“UMAI!”
“Everyone please! We’re in a restaurant…!” Sawao begged nervously.
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As night approached, we exited the restaurant. “Well, it's time for me and Kyojuro to head on over!” I grabbed him by his hoari and leaned in close to him.  It had been torn from time to time but looked like he had someone fix and mend it. It smelt clean and not like dirt or blood. “Do you wear it in battle?” I ask.
He nods. “Yep, because you made it, it gives me great luck!” I look up at my dear sweet older brother, anxiety fills my heart as I notice a scar on his nose. “Please be careful Anuie.” I look over at the flame breathing user. “And you two Rengoku san!”
He folds his arms and continues smiling. “Thank you for the concern (Y/n) san! You have no need to worry though! We will come back safely!” I smile in response to Rengoku’s positivity. Sawao makes a surprised face and begins to root through his pockets. “Oh yeah! I almost forgot to give you something (Y/n) Chan!” He pulls out a gorgeous spider lily hairpin. 
It looked like the real thing but it was shaped with wire and made with a crimson resin. Three separate lines of rubies dangled down from the hairpin itself, Giving it a sophisticated look. “Oh Anuie! It's so beautiful!” I gasp. This is the first piece of jewellery I had ever received and I couldn’t have been happier.
My brother smiles and pats my head. “We must be leaving now, Go home (Y/n), I will contact you as soon as I’m back.” He stepped away. He and Rengoku nod at each other as they both start to sprint towards their destination.
I turned on my feet and began to walk home. I twirled the hairpin in my hand and smiled. I like to imagine what I’d look like with my hair up and the pin in. Would I be gorgeous? Would I look pretty? Would I-
“Who gave you that hairpin!? Did you steal one of mine again!? Give it to me!”
I stopped in my tracks. As soon as I get home, Mikako will probably see it and try to take it from me! She will tell mom and dad that I stole another one of her hairpins and force me to give it to her. They buy her so many accessories like hairpins as such, they don’t remember half of them and think I did steal it
No.
No way.
There's absolutely no way that she's getting her hands on this! I won’t let her, I gaze over at the higher class housing district, yes, Life is easy. I eat everyday, I have a nice futon to return to and I get to go to school. But my house doesn’t feel like a home. It feels more like a prison.
I don’t want to go home.
I turn around and head in the opposite direction where all the shops and services areas are. There's only one way into this town and that's by the gate. I go by the townsfolk blowing out the lights and closing down the stalls.
The lights by the gates remain lit thankfully. I pass the gate and walk halfway down the stone step. I sit down and gaze at the sky. A myriad of stars decorate the night sky and the moon shines brightly. I smile to myself and whisper “Kon'ya wa tsuki ga sutekidesu” to no one in particular.
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I feel groggy and my body is cold. My eyes are heavy when I open them but I resist the urge to close them. I fell asleep on the stone steps, no wonder I was so cold! I shivered and felt something in my hand, I had clung on to the hair pin Sawao gave me.
I rub my eyes with my free hand and stand up, stretching my arms and legs. I let out a yawn as my bones crack uncomfortably. My neck felt extremely sore from sleeping on it lopsided. I really needed to get home. I’m positive everyone will be asleep  by now. I could find a place to hide my hair pin within that time-
“Uuuuuuggggghhhhhh”
I snapped my head towards a figure stumbling out of the woods. I couldn’t see them at first since they were mascaraed by the shadows of the tall trees. Once they were within the moon's light, I could see what looked to be a young man, the same age as Sawao. He was gripping the side of his neck and his clothes had been dyed red. He was injured.
“Sir! Are you okay?!” I ran down the steps and sprinted over to him, his hair was matted and covered his face. He had terrible cuts and bruises all over his body. “Sir! You don’t look well! You need to see a doctor!” I take his muscled arm and try to pull him along.
But he would move, he was like a buddha statue, heavy and unmoving. No matter how hard I pulled, he wouldn’t walk. “Please sir! You need to see a physician-”
“Shut up.”
I was startled by how deep his voice was. Then My eyes lingered on his body. His cuts and bruises were healing at a rapid rate and when I saw his hands, I was petrified.  On each finger, there was a sharp claw. The type of flesh shredding claw you only hear about in stories.
I let go of him and back away slowly. “I-I’m sorry..” He lifted his head and his hair moved from his face. His teeth were oh so sharp and his eyes were like that of a snake. A silted pupil. “What's wrong?” He asked, tilting his head, cracking his neck.
“You’re not scared of lil’ ol me? Are you?” He stalked closer to me and I continuously backed away. “P-Please! Please don’t! Please I beg of you!” He grabbed me by the neck and hoisted me into the neck. All the blood left my face and I struggled for air.
“Those damn demon slayers drove me out and now I’m starving! Nothing personal, kid! Although I must say, you might’ve grown into quite the beauty. It's unfortunate I need to eat!” He opened his big ugly maw and there I saw all his sharpened teeth. This was it! This is where I die. Sawao! Rengoku! Please help!
“Thunder Breathing! Fifth Form: Heat Lighting!”
Not even a second later, My brother came dashing forward, sword in hand and slashed the demon’s arm off, releasing me from his grip. “(Y/n)! RUN!”  But I couldn’t move. I was frozen in my place.
“YOU’RE MINE” The demon screamed as he reached out to me with his other arm.
“(Y/N)!!!”
I was pushed out of the way and I landed in the dirt.
I heard a squish sound, like minced meat being pulverized. I turned around and there it all unfolded.
“Gah! Urgh!” My brother stood there, His sword half way through the demon’s neck and the demon's arm in the gut of my older brother's abdomen. “Stupid sword’s man! This is the end of the line for you!” He cackled, removing his appendage from my brother’s gut and pushing him to the ground.
“SAWAO!!! NOOOOO!!!!!!” I screamed, racing over to him and shielding him from his attacker. “PLEASE! Don’t kill my big brother! Leave us alone!” I cried.
 The demon started laughing at us though, as if it were some funny joke to him. “Aww but your precious ‘Oni-chan’ is already dying. Tell you what, ‘Sawao’ kun, Instead of killing you right here and now, I’ll give you pleasure watching your cute little Imoto become a woman.”
The demon then proceeded to grab me again. “NO! Get away from her!” It only giggled at his response.
“Please Stop-!”
“Flame Breathing! First Form: Unknowing Fire!”
Rengoku came through the forest at rapid speed and took the demon’s hair clean off. “NOOO!!!” It roared. The demon released me from its grasp and fell to the ground, not moving.  I scoot away from it as its body slowly starts to disintegrate.
“(Y/n)! Are you hurt!?” Rengoku bent down next to me to check for any wounds. “Hm, you had a close call.” I sniffled and pointed over at Sawao. “My-my Anuie!..H-he-”
We scuffle over to my brother and watch as he lay dying. “B-brother! Anuie! I’m so sorry!” I sobbed into his chest, he raises his hand and caresses my cheek. “It's ok. Please don’t...cry…” He said with a gentle smile. I continued to cry, no matter how many times I wiped away the tears, more came to replace them.
“Saving you.... Was always something I was gonna put first… that what it means.... To be a demon slayer…” He coughed out blood and his face was turning paler and paler. “Hold on Sawao! Kakushi are on their way! You will be saved!” Rengoku stated. Sawao shook his head.
“Please Kyojuro, don’t give her false hope…” He took his hand off his wound, it was painted crimson scarlet. “Thank you..for being my friend..” He said soundly. He then turned to me and pulled me down to meet him. He kissed my forehead and sighed.
“You were always my favourite sister… Please, know your worth...and be good to yourself.... I love you…. (Y/n)…” He uttered. Then his hand fell from my cheek...and his soul passed on.
“SAWAO!!!”
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His funeral was a quiet one. He was buried with our grandfather at the old cemetery. My parents nor my sister said anything at all. Maybe it was the fact that Rengoku was there too. We were the last ones to see him alive after all. And I know my family wouldn’t want to cause drama with guests around.
He was buried in his uniform and with his sword. I clung onto his Hoari, folded in my hands as he was lowered into the ground and buried. My family didn’t stay long. Me and Rengoku just stayed there, unmoving. “I sent a crow to headquarters. They’ll make him a tombstone there so that we may remember him.” Rengoku stated. I turn around and stare at him in his uniform.
All I can see is Sawao.  Three years ago, he left home to train as a demon slayer and kill demons. They took many of his friends, friends he wouldn’t see again. I wore the red spider lily hairpin today, praying silently that one day I would meet my brother again in the next life. That black uniform that all the demon slayers wore.
With the kanji ‘destroy’
Only now after three years do I realise why my brother wanted to don that uniform. Not for the sake of endless revenge. But to ensure that what happened to him doesn’t happen to anyone else. He died saving me, yet that smile on his face and the look in his eyes.
Given the choice, he would probably do it all over again. Not just for me but for anyone else that was at the end of a demon’s teeth. “Rengoku san…” I uttered quietly …
He sat down beside me on the path, I clung to Sawao haori and held back my tears. “Could...Could I ever be as strong as Sawao..? Could I ever live up to his name …?” I voice through my shakiness. Rengoku puts his hand on my shoulder and I peep over him.
“Sawao did what he did because he was a demon slayer. He would want you to live your life as you saw fit. Sawao was as strong and great as his fellow demon slayers. He would want you to take pride in your own strength and what you do with it is up to you..”
With that, I dried my eyes and stood up with Rengoku.
I had made my decision.
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I got an old bag and began to pack my things. Nothing much, just spare clothes, Sawao’s old clothes. Where I’m going, I won’t need kimonos. I folded up the map that I had memorized and put it in my pocket. I sit by the mirror and comb my dark hair and put it in a low bun. I slid Sawao’s hairpin in and put on his mended Haori. I had on his old clothes, hakama and all.
I looked myself up and down in the mirror and I knew it was time. I picked up my sack and left my bedroom, not looking back. I exited the mansion I unfortunately ran into Mikako. She was playing with a Temari ball with her friends. She took one look at me and snorted. 
“Where do you think you’re going? Dressed like that? The circus?” Her friends giggled at her ‘joke’. I just ignored her and walked past. She aimed the ball at my head but I quickly caught it. The rage I felt of being tormented by her for all these years finally exploded and I threw the ball right at her!
I hit her square in the face and all her friends gasped dramatically. Her crocodile tears activate as she screams for our parents. “CHICHIUE! HAHAOYA! (Y/n) HURT me!” Of course, they came out in an instant to come to their baby's aid.
“(Y/n)! How could you act so unladylike! Such improper behavior! And what are you wearing!?” My mother shouted. My father butted in and realised what I was doing. “Where do you think you're going!?” He said dangerously, grinding his teeth together.
“I’m going to join the demon slayer corp.” I said sternly and proudly. My father pointed his finger at me. “Don’t you think about it! Or I’ll-” 
“Or you’ll what? Lock me up? You never cared about me then, why care for me now?” I demanded. He was taken aback by my outburst. “(Y/n)! Apologise to your Father and your sister and come back inside!” My mother demanded. I look her in the eyes. “No, Goodbye Hahaoya, Chichiue, Ane san. The next time you see me. I will be a demon slayer.”
I left the estate with my parents screaming at me to come back. I had a long way to travel in order to get to Kuwajima Jigoro’s residence. I will learn Thunder Breathing and I shall honour my brother.
I will do this.
Not just for myself and Sawao,
But for Rengoku san,
Next time he sees me, I will be a respected member he can depend on.
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“明宏....” I groaned, biting my lip as I dragged the small blade across my skin, carving the kanji of my recently deceased friend. Akihiro was a good man. He had a mom and a little brother waiting for him to return home. Home he would return, in a body bag that is.
“松子...”  I carved her name to the best of my ability. Matsuko was a sweet girl. One of the first girls I met when I became part of the organisation. We used to go on a lot of missions together and then we would get together for food. I heard that her body was so mangled they couldn’t open an open casket for her.
“安央..!”Yasuhiro was reckless and bold. He and I met in the final selection. When he came out, he acted cocky like the whole process meant nothing to him. He confessed to me three months ago but I turned him down. I only had one man in my heart. I was told that his body had been split down the middle.
 It had been three years since I left home to join the demon slayer corps and three years since the death of my beloved Anuie, Sawao. My hand goes to my collar bone where I carved his name. My top half is naked. I look at myself in the mirror and all the names I’ve carved into my skin. So far I had twenty two names carved in.
When I first joined, I didn’t think I would make any friends. Mikako would always tell lies and people would laugh at me just as she wanted them to. I also spent a year and a half with Kuwajima sensei. Hardening myself and learning the art of thunder breathing. The minute he saw my Haori, he knew who I was.
He wasn’t gentle by any means. He’d pummel his fist into my head day in and day out until I learned what he taught me. He would train and fight with me until my bones ached, til my lungs were set on fire and till my heart burst out of my chest.
After I passed final selection, I was solely focused on bettering myself and killing as many demons as I could. I didn’t expect to make any friends. But when they started dying like flies, I thought I was going crazy.
Maybe this was the kami’s way of telling me that I wasn’t supposed to have friends. That I wasn’t meant to be loved. It drove me insane. So much so, All their faces became one and that one became none. I became so deathly afraid of forgetting them so one night, I took the smallest and sharpest blade I could find and began to carve their names into my skin.
I do this so I can always remember them, I do this so I will never forget them.
I hear the flapping of wings and I look over to see my crow enter my room through the room.. “Agawa sama! New mission! New mission! You are to head to a town south west of here! Young adults have been going missing!” He squawks annoyingly.
 I sigh and begin to bandage the fresh carvings on my side. I’ve been a demon slayer for a year and a half and through all my grueling training and work, I’ve secured my rank as a Hinoto. Although I’m halfway on my journey to being a Kinoe, I am an accomplished demon slayer with about nineteen kills under my belt.
One of the many things I learn as a Demon Slayer is that the minute you hesitate, someone dies.  Maybe that's the reason I was able to live so long.
After I buttoned up the top half of my uniform, I put my hair in a low bun with the same spider lily hairpin my brother gave me all those years ago. I slide on the Haori I made all those years ago and dip my finger into some rouge. I wipe it across my lips, painting them red.
I had recently grown accustomed to putting on makeup. It made me feel like a different person. Not the silly little girl who got her brother killed. Once I look at my completed look, I feel like the woman who's on her way to becoming a Hashira.
I remember a year ago, I heard of the newest flame Hashira coming to power. He came from the oldest bloodline that produced all the flame Hashira and that he always had a big smile on his face. I knew who he was. As soon as I heard that news, I worked as quickly as possible to better myself. After my brother’s funeral, he was off again. A demon slayer’s duty is never done of course.
Rengoku must have been working so hard. The thought of seeing him again makes my heart beat quickly. I want him to see me and be proud of me. It’s because of him that I am where I’m at today. If he hadn’t inspired me to use my strength, I’d still probably be living at that house.
Speaking of my family. After I left, the villagers were left to gossip. I was made out to be a hero of sorts. The girl whose brother was tragically killed by a man eating demon and left home to honour him and fight the demons in his stead. I was the proud and honourable daughter of the Agawa Clan. When I came home two years later, my parents' attitude immediately changed.
All the villagers would usually gossip about the beautiful Mikako (that hasn’t changed.) But when word got out about me, They flocked to my parents, praising them for raising such a strong and noble daughter. Only then did they acknowledge me. Asking me if I wanted a new kimono or if I was interested in getting a new piece of jewellery.
Unfortunately, they have yet to realise that money can’t buy love. So of course I rejected their offers. Mikako on the other hand had become more and more bitter. Of course she grew more and more beautiful with suitors coming and going. But if the townsfolk had to pick who they respected more, then I was the obvious choice.
She would come at me with petty insults and harsh jabs. But at the end of the day, they were just words. A broken arm is much worse than having your feelings hurt. With that being said. She once tried to hit me while my back was turned, I stopped her assault and threatened to break her arm if she ever tried to put her hands on me again.
Now of course, it's against the rules to hurt innocent humans, but she doesn’t need to know that, nor does anyone else. Needless to say, she didn’t try anything like that ever again. I don’t stay for long anyways. Duty always calls.
I get up and strap my nichirin blade to my belt. It's time to hunt some demons.
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I finally reached the town. It was quite busy, lots of people were scrambling about, doing work. I heard a squawk from above. I look up to see my crow circling me in the air. “Hidetsugu! What is it now?” I yell. He soars towards me and I lift my arm for him to rest on. “Squawk! Squawk! I forgot to mention! On this mission, you’ll be assisting a Hashira assigned to this case! Squawk!”
“A Hashira? Why would a Hashira need my assistance?”  I ask. But the damn bird starts pecking. “Squawk! Squawk! It is not your job to ask questions! It is your job to follow orders! Squawk! Squawk!” I smack him away in one fell swoop. “Peck me again and I’ll tear out all your feathers! One at a time!” I scold, fixing my hair. “Anyways, where do I find this Hashira? Is he somewhere in town?”
“Squawk! Squawk! Follow me!” He flies further into the town and I run to keep up with him. Sometimes I wish for a quieter bird. One that wouldn’t do my head in every five minutes. I also wonder, who is this Hashira I’ll be working with? I’d be getting my hopes too high if it were him. But to be truthful, I have never met a Hashira before, well excluding Kuwajima sensei.
Hidetsugu finally leads me to a restaurant. He perches himself on the slander roof. “Squawk! Squawk! He awaits inside!” I nod and make my way inside. It's crowded and full of people. A woman shuffles over holding a tray. “Welcomes dearest customer! Will you be eating alone or are you here with friends?”
I fix my haori and look around the establishment. “You could say that, I’m looking for someone with a uniform similar to mine.” She puts her tray under her arm and points her arm over to the private room. “Oh why yes, One of the guests is expecting company. Please follow me.”
She leads me to the back rooms, this was probably the v.i.p. Area. I wouldn’t expect less of a Hashira. They’re the most well paid within the organisation. I could smell the food from every direction and it made my stomach tighten in response. It made me realize just how hungry I was.
“UMAI!”
The ground shook. The poor woman almost fell over but I quickly caught her. “Umai! Umai! Umai!” The voice from down the hall continued to bark. “I do apologize! He’s been like this ever since his food arrived.” She bowed. That voice though, I remember it so well. Though it sounds deeper and more manlier.
There he was. The same man that inspired and encouraged me to become a Demon slayer. He looks a lot older now. Much taller. His body is more defined and muscled. His fiery hair is much longer and he has grown much more handsome with age.
“Please miss, let us hurry then.” I request. We walk with haste down to the room and the doors are opened by the woman.
“I’ll bring you some supper to miss.” I step inside and she closes the doors behind me. Finally, the man in question stops eating and looks at me. “Hm?” He puts his plate and chopsticks down and puts his hands on his lap. “So, You must be the Hinoto assigned to assist me.”
“Y-yes! Rengoku sama!” I drop to my knees and bow to him, my forehead touching the tatami floor. My heart is thumping in my chest and my legs feel weak. This is truly a most special and glorious day, to be reunited with him made my heart swell and my cheeks flush. I felt like I could die right here and still be the happiest and luckiest girl on the planet.
“Hahahaha! Come now! No need to bow like that! Although I must admit, what has got you so flustered young one?” I look up and I see his smile. His smile hadn’t changed. It was still big and filled with joy and wonder. How can a man who's so powerful and dangerous look so happy and gleeful all the time?
“I wouldn't expect you to remember me Rengoku sama, after all you are a Hashira and always busy. But we met three years ago. You were friends with my brother Sa-” He holds his hands up. “Hold on a minute, young one! Please sit up so I can see you properly!” I did as he commanded.
I feel his eyes caress my being, observing me from top to bottom. Did he ask me to sit still so he could admire me? “Your face, that hairpin and Haori.. Agawa (Y/n)! Sawao’s sister, am I correct?” I feel my face redden even more. “Y-Yes! I am!”
He laughs as he points to the other end of the table. “Hahaha! As I suspected! Come sit!” I scuttle over to the other end and remove my katana, placing it beside the table. “I’m so honoured that you remember me, Rengoku sama.” I bow my head to show him the respect he deserved.
“Enough! Enough! I’m flattered you would grace me in such a manner. So tell me. What have you been up to for the past three years?” I placed both my hands in my lap and looked off to the side, both my cheeks were painfully red as I still couldn’t believe I was right next to my idol and saviour. “I spent the first year and a half training under the former thunder Hashira. I’ve slayed many demons and I’ve been training everyday so I can be stronger…” 
He seemed happy with my development. “That's fantastic! It’s always refreshing to see such people like yourself aspire to newer heights! Tell me, how is your family? Are they well?” Well that put a damper on my cheerful mood. I roll my eyes, “They’re fine I guess.”
The shoji doors open and the woman comes in with a tray with my food. “Here you are Miss, please enjoy the food.” I reach into my pockets to get my pouch. “Here, let me pay you now.”  But Rengoku holds up his hand again. “You needn’t worry. Put her order on my tab! I’ll happily pay!” Before I can protest, the woman nods and leaves the room.
“Rengoku sama! You didn’t need to do that. I would have happily paid for it myself!” I argue flustered. But he laughs. “Nonsense! This is the least I could do! Your presence alone gives me joy. Let us eat and discuss our plan of attack!” My presence gives him joy? My presence? Gives him joy? I felt like squealing in delight!
“Y-yes Rengoku sama!”
“What seems to be the matter (Y/n)? Your face is extremely red? Are you perhaps sick with a fever?”
“N-Not at all!”
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As night fell, we left the restaurant and discussed what we needed to do. Many young adults had been taken over night. Male and female. They are reports of people being dragged into the forest by other young adults. When confronted, those adults would have a rather dull expression. A tired expression as if they had been kept up for hours on end and would become violent if you interfered.
Those same adults who were captured and brought in for questioning would not answer. They would become hostile and attack you next. One officer interrogated a male under the same type of hypnosis. The only thing he said was. “Back, I need to go back.” They couldn’t get anything else out of him.
They sent a search party for the missing one morning, they climbed to the top of a mountain, there they found a cave. There were noises of moans and groans of young lovers and then the growl and roar of a fearsome creature. No one was brave enough to enter the cave.
And that’s why we were called in.
Tonight, we would head up the mountain, go into the cave, kill the demon and rescue the survivors. We get to the forest and Rengoku stands before me. “Are you ready, (Y/n)? We have a long trail to embark on!” His Haori flutters in the wind, no other article of clothing could have suited this man better, it was fit for a king and the man in front of me exuded dominance and power. “After you Rengoku sama!” I bow.
He folded his arms and hmphed. “I see! Off to battle with us then!” We both broke into a sprint. Three years ago, I would never have imagined being able to keep up with someone like Rengoku. But I kept a steady pace. We ran through tall grass and ducked under tree branches. Jumping over puddles, builders and logs. 
The more we ran uphill, the air got thinner but thanks to my training and the months I used to learn total concentration breathing, I’m able to keep my breath. “Rengoku sama! What shall we do when we locate the survivors?”  We jump onto a small rift and proceed to make haste towards our destination. “There’s a great possibility that the demon we’re dealing with is one of the twelve Kizuki! I will face the demon head on! You will escort the survivors to safety!”
Soon enough, we locate the cave, I run for it but I feel a strong hand grab the back. “(Y/n)! Wait!” He pulls me beside him, behind a bus. I feel his chest against my back and my face flushes red! I can feel his abs and his firm hard chest. “Rengoku sama..!” I squeak.
“Look.” I peek over the bush and there I see a humongous demon! He was about eight feet tall, muscled and hideous. The only thing on his face was a big wide mouth. And two horns protruded where the eyes should be. “You go now. And don’t come back until you bring fresh meat.” A group of young men and women, older than Rengoku and I, walk out from the cave. Three of them were men while the other two were girls.
There are marks all over their bodies. Bruises and something else I recognise. Hickies. I know from all the times I go visit home. Mikako always had a new boy toy over to play the ‘innocent virgin’ with. She loved it when they kissed her neck because it was ‘Oh so sensitive’. What was funny was that mom and dad still thought she was still a virgin.
They all had tired looks on their expressions, lazy even. But the way their bodies moved quickly down a nearby trail was baffling. What was even more baffling was that their eyes glowed purple. “Interesting. It seems like whoever this demon is, he has them under some kind of compulsion spell.” Rengoku commented. I spy the demon as he turns around with his back to the outside world. “Rengoku sama, This demon at the cave, with the way he’s facing. I think he’s trying to keep whatever’s inside from coming out.”
“He scratched his chin while observing the demon. “You may be correct. There are many types of demons. I don't think he's the one compelling all those people. The caster must be deeper inside the cave.” We stand up and come out from the bush. “This demon is quite large. I should be able to deal with it myself but…”
“But?” I questioned.
He turns around to focus on me. “I am curious to see you in action (Y/n). So this is what we’ll do.
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Rengoku struts over to the large demon and yells. “Good evening foul creature!” It spins around and sees the flame Hashira standing before him. “What!? A demon slayer!?” It yells. Rengoku stands bravely with his arms folded and his grin present. “You seem to be holding some innocent people captive! I will be taking them all home now if you don’t mind!”
The demon burst into a print and charged at him. “FOOL! We will never let you leave alive!” The massive creature rushed forward and reached out a massive arm towards him. Rengoku with reflexes quicker than the eye unsheathed his sword and slashed at the demon. “Flame breathing. Second Form: Rising Scorching Sun!”
Half of the demon’s arm was sliced off instantly. He reeled back in shock. “What!? How-!?”
“Thunder breathing: First form: Thunderclap and Flash!”
I zoom forward with incredible speed from my hiding place and slice the demon's head off in a single slice. It screams in horror and surprise. Its head rolls off its shoulders and body falls to the ground, slowly disintegrating. I huff in relief and put my sword back in its sheath. 
“Amazing work (Y/n)! I must say I am thoroughly impressed!” he barks. He comes over to me and lays his hand on my shoulder, I shiver with joy at the contact. “I see you’ve mastered total concentration breathing. A sound feat.” I turn around and bow to him. “T-thank you Rengoku sama! Y-your words of-kindness are wasted on m-me!” I stutter.
He laughs at my nervousness and turns back around to the cave. “Come now! We needn’t waste time here. There are still many people who we must rescue!” I stand up straight and nod my head. “Yes! Of course!”
We then make a break for the cave. We run inside and are confronted with lower rank demons. “We heard Chobyo scream. So your his killers! Mistress Madoka told us to stop anyone who gets past Chobyo!” They all rush forward.
Me and Rengoku took out our nichirin blades and began our slaughter. A dance of Thunder and Flames. We slashed and sliced. Chopped and diced our way through. I fell in love with the dance as we spilled more and more blood. The demon's screams were like a twisted melody as me and Rengoku continued fighting like it was a choreographed dance and this cave was our stage.
We kept running and fighting, sprinting and killing demons till we came to a fork in our path. “Damn! Which way do we go!?” I voiced. Before Rengoku could answer, we saw another herd of demons barreling our way from the left. “(Y/n)! Go down the right! I take on these demons! I will catch up!”
I nod and race down the right path. Surprisingly, there were no demons. I thought it was quite odd that there seemed to be a hundred demons on the left and none on the right. The circumstances seemed fishy to me but I had no time to question it.
I keep running till I see a light at the end of the tunnel, I slow down and hide behind a large boulder. “That’s right.... Everyone..! Enjoy yourselves.... It’ll be your last night on earth..” I heard an array of sounds. The moans and groans of people entangled in intimacy… the cries and sobs of hopeless souls and... the growls and grumbles of a demon.
I peer over from my hiding spot and I see something dastardly. There were cages over at the very back of the room. It was filled with people a few years older than myself. girls were cuddled up to each other, crying their eyes out, their expressions were ones of pure terror. The men were by themselves, hugging their knees or shaking on the bars. They had been utterly traumatised by something. They were all covered in blood, not their own but rather others that had been splashed onto them.
In the center of the room, was something I thought I’d never see.
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It was too late to cover my eyes, I have already seen it all! In all my life, I had never witnessed anything so scandalous! Men and women alike were disrobed and engaging in all sorts of acts of intimacy. One girl casually rode a man, her kimono bundled around her waist while her breasts bounced and the man’s ‘manhood’ could be seen through her stomach as he rearranged her guts.
I tore my eyes away from them and gazed upon my target sitting on a large chair, gazing down upon these people like it was all one big show. The woman had long hair with flowers growing from her scalp. She had strange markings all over her skin like veins. She dressed like an Oiran and her nails were extremely long and pointy. But what stood out to me the most was she had only a singular eye on one side of her face, the other empty socket had a flower growing out of it.
The eye she had left read- ‘lower three’
Rengoku was right! We’re dealing with one of the twelve Kizuki!
The female demon’s eye was opened, she gazed down at all the young lovers as they continued their sexual intercourse. “Some of you better pick up the tempo or your necks are gonna go Snap! Snap!” She cackled. They immediately started going faster and harder with each other.
Their eyes glowed purple and their expressions were ones of bliss and pleasure. Wait, hold on.. Lower three’s eye was also a shade of purple.. Of course! She was behind the compulsion! She hypnotised all these people to engage in sex. These guys have no idea what's actually happening!
I wrap my calloused fingers around the handle of my blade and slowly pulled it from its sheath-
“Hey there stranger.. What are you doing back here..? I slowly turned around to see a girl standing behind me. Her hair was disheveled. Her glowing purple eyes held dark bags underneath like she hadn’t slept in weeks. Her kimono was covered in creases and hung around her shoulders. Her skin was littered in hickies and bruises. 
“Shit…” I curse as she gets down on her knees and crawls over to me. “Mistress Madoka says we must have enjoyed ourselves…” She gets closer and tries to mount me but I aim my foot for the center of her chest and kick. “Get off me!” I say in a hush voice but she cries out at my attack. I said her hurling 5 feet back and her scream echoes off the wall of the caves.
“Well, what do you have here..?” I turn around and hold my sword in place. The demon rises from her seat and makes her way over. People stop what they’re doing and make way for her. “A demon slayer! Tell me little one, have you come to join the adults..?” Her voice is sultry and seductive as if she were a siren trying to lure me to my death.
“These people aren’t in they’re right mind, are they? They’re only doing...this! is because you're compelling them! Aren't you!?” I scream. The demon chuckles and pets a young man’s head, he shivers in joy as if believing that he enjoys it. “I do so enjoy watching young lovers make ‘love’. At such an age where they’re so full of vigor and passion! The young ones really do give all they can to satisfy each other, so full of love and compassion. It will be the last thing they feel before I swallow them whole..”
The crying youths sob and cry harder when they heard they’re fates come from the demon’s mouth
“I don’t wanna die! Please help us!”
“Kami sama! Please forgive me! I can’t die like this!”
“Otou-san! Oka-san! Please come get me!”
“I’m gonna wake up tomorrow… and this is all just gonna be one bad dream…”
“We’re doomed! Finished! We’re all gonna die! ALL OF US!”
 “Fantastic. Now you’ve just got them all riled up now.” She groaned as if I had just woken up a baby. I was visibly shaking, not in fear but in anger. My teeth clenched before I gripped my sword harder. “You are disgusting! No- You’re a parasite! A DISEASE! Forcing these people to fulfill your sick voyeuristic fantasy is appalling! You are one of the most unpleasant demons I had the displeasure of meeting! I’ll kill you and free these people from your wicked spell!!” I proclaim.
 “Very well, COME AT ME!” Veins popped out of skin and grew in size. They zoomed over towards me and I changed my breathing. ”Thunder Breathing: Fifth Form: Heat Lighting!” I slash at the oncoming veins. “Impressive, demon slayer! Show me more!” She used her long purple veins like whips and began to swing them at me.
I used my nichirin to deflect and cut them down with each strike. She aimed them at my feet and I backflipped away from them, landing on my feet just in time to cut down the next set of veins flying for my face. “A young and invigorating girl like yourself would’ve had so much fun here with me and my friends! Most unfortunate that I must kill you now!”
 Her eye glowed and  I was instantly captivated. “What are you doing!?” I yelled. she grinned and spoke. “I just had a thought! Why should I kill you? You’re in my grasp now, killing you would be a waste. Instead, I think I’ll turn you into one of my marionettes, then you can have as much fun as you desire. Now, Drop the sword..”
I could feel myself being compelled by her foul sorcery. My mind was telling me to drop the sword but my heart was telling me to not let go. My fingers were in a constant war. Trying to decide whether to listen to my brain or my heart. “Hmm. You are a tough one, aren’t you? I guess I’ll just tell you one more time. Drop. The. Sword.” Her forehead was against mine and my heart was beating faster and faster. 
My fingers were getting looser and looser. I couldn’t drop the sword. I can’t drop the sword! “When you drop it, I’ll be sure to-” She was cut off by a sudden flash of fire. “Flame breathing: Third Form: Blazing Universe!” Rengoku came zooming down the cave and toward us. I was pushed out of the way as he slashed at the lower three’s eye. “AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!” She screamed. She stumbled back, holding her now destroyed eye.
I look around to see all the sexually active survivors snap out of their spell. At first, they were confused as to what was happening, then they all screamed out at the realization of what they had done or rather, what the demon had compelled them to do. They cried and screamed. Waking up to find that you were sexually assaulted and raped. I couldn’t imagine what that was like. “(Y/n)! Hurry! I will distract the demon, take the survivors and escape!” I got up and ran over to the cages.
I broke all the locks and opened the cages. “EVERYONE! Follow me!” Everyone got up and followed me. I kept my sword out to kill any demons I came across. As we ran, we just stumbled upon the decaying and disintegrating corpses of demons. Rengoku must have taken care of them. I saw many people fall over but there was always someone ready to help them up and they kept running.
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As we exit the cave, I look behind me to check if everyone is still there. “Is everyone present and accounted for!? Were there any survivors that the demon trapped elsewhere?” I questioned. One man, thin from hunger and incredibly shaken from the experience, raised his voice.
“U-um ..no. She kept us all together. We were ….” He stopped short on what he was trying to say. Everyone was staring. No at me though, it seems whatever caught their attention had then shaken.
“What..?” I looked behind me and I heard a snap.
I froze.
It was one of the men who had descended the mountain earlier. He was held up in the air by a strong arm. His neck was snapped and bent in an unnatural way, his face was white as all the life had been drained from him.
His jaw was flimsy, the cheeks had been ripped and his jaw was hanging loosely. His fingers were snapped. And his insides had been hanging out of his stomach.
The demon finally cranked his head in our direction and smirked. “Well, What do we have here?” He voiced. 
Everyone started screaming in panic. “ANOTHER DEMON!” One man screamed. “WE’RE ALL DEAD!” a girl screamed.
I grabbed the handle of my sword as he dropped the man’s body and arched his body towards me, there I got a proper look at him. The demon took the form of a tall and muscular young man with fair skin decorated by a pattern of thick blue lines, which resembled criminal tattoos from the Edo period.
had short, bright pink hair that fluffed out around his head, and inward-tilting yellow eyes with pink eyelashes and blue sclera that looked somewhat like cracked glass. But what caught my attention the most was the kanji for "Upper Rank Three" etched into their irises.
He walks forward on his bare feet, an evil grin on his face. “So. which one of you weaklings would like to die first?”
This demon was not only a member of the twelve Kizuki.. But he was part of the upper rank. The demons responsible for the deaths of the Hashira. Oh god. This is it. This is where I die. There's no way I can depend on Rengoku to come to my rescue again.
I can feel the fear radiate from the survivors, they’re as scared as I am, but. When I think of this fear in the depths of my stomach, telling me to run away, I think of Sawao. Would he run away?
Absolutely not.
He would stay and fight to his very last breath. And this is how I will honour him.
I will see my duty fulfilled!
“EVERYONE! MAKE A RUN FOR IT! GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THE MOUNTAIN!” I scream in my loudest and clearest voice so they can all hear me. I couldn’t let them mishear my instructions. Everyone ran to the left where the path down the mountain is, I could hear the terrorized and panicked screams as they escaped. I unsheathed my sword and direct it in the demon’s direction. “Your fight is with me!”
He had stopped in his tracks. “What’s this? A female swordsman? Can’t say I’ve had a woman challenge me before, they usually start running when I eat their sons and husbands.” I growl. I change my stance and my breathing. There’s no way I will be able to beat him in a fight. So, I will try to inflict as much damage as I can. I need to hold out until either Rengoku comes or the sun rises. I can’t let him reach the survivors.
So I breathe.
“Thunder Breathing! First Form: Thunder clap and Flash!” I zoom over and aim for his neck, he sidesteps and I am only able to slice off his ear. He spins around with a massive smirk. “What a magnificent attack! Your speed is incredible!” He praised as he rushed forward and aimed his fist at me. I blocked him with my blade but his punch had such force behind it that I’m sent flying back!
I land on my feet and he comes at me with another attack, I dodged by a hair and got into my next stance. “Thunder Breathing! Fourth Form: Distant Thunder!” Lightning struck down where the demon stood but he flipped away and spun in the air. “Destructive Death: Air Type!” 
He sent a fury of compressed air attacks my way, I ran and dodged the compressed air attack he sent my way. “Come now! Don’t you have any more attacks to use?” He laughed, mocking me. I spun on my feet and continued my advance. “Thunder Breathing! Sixth Form: Rumble and Flash!”
Flashes of lighting storm down in front of me, halting the compressed air attacks., I set them on the pink hair demon but he dodges them with ease. Only having a few fingers slashed off, but he was able to regrow them in a matter of seconds. “What an amazing form!”
I was about to commence my third form but the demon zoomed past my attacks and landed his fist on my lower ribs. I hear a crack and I let out a shriek of pain and shock. He was so fast, I didn’t even see him! I feel pain whirl up on my left side, and I fall forward.
I feel blood well up at the back of my throat before I cough it out. I felt a warm arm catch me in its grip. I look up to see the demon smiling down at me. “Heh.. You put up a good fight miss, But your power wasn’t enough-”
“AAAHHH!” I roar, swinging my sword toward him, He caught it with his bare hand, before smashing it to pieces. “No..” I choke, dropping the sword. He lays me down on the ground and strokes my head. “As I was saying. Your power isn’t enough. Your human body would’ve never been able to keep up with me. You never had a chance to win.”
I grimace at his gentle touches and cough. “ That wasn't the point, I wasn’t trying to kill you ….. I was trying to buy time for the survivors.... Living through this battle would’ve been… a mere luxury…”  I tried to move my arm so I could reach up and wipe the blood from my mouth. The demon himself, took his thumb and swiped it away,
“Even so, You did put up an incredible fight. You were indeed skilled, but you are still in your prime youth, you haven’t even reached your peak yet.” I was confused by what he said, why is he praising me? “Are you going to kill me..?” I uttered. He smirked and pressed his index finger against my forehead, keeping my head pinned to the ground, I groaned.
“Kill you? Such a thing has never crossed my mind. I’ll let you in on a little secret, I don’t eat women, not that I don’t think they taste good, women are very nutritious. But they are of the fairer sex. they’re far more delicate and I wouldn’t dare desecrate a woman's body.”
This stunned me. He didn’t eat women? How was he able to become an upper rank moon without eating women? But that’s not what puzzled me the most. “Then why did you bother to fight with me?! What was the point of it?!” I spurt. I keep a hand against my fractured ribs.
The upper three demons smile down at me with excitement. “Because you excite me!”
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“There’s nothing I enjoy more in this long life of mine than a good battle. I was planning on knocking you out and going after the flame hashira in the cave, but you came forward with that amazing attack of yours. If I were a lesser demon, you might’ve taken my head off. You are an incredible woman and an even more amazing fighter.”
He removes my hairpin and places it beside my head. He unravels my hair and I feel his fingers caress my scalp. I knew I should fear for my life, he could crush my skull at any moment but as he massaged the roots of my hair, I couldn’t help but feel relaxed.
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“Tell me, Young lady. What’s your name?” He looks into my eyes.
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“(Y/n)…” I moan, Looking into his golden eyes.
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“I am Akaza..” He replies.
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He picks up my  broken sword and puts it on my chest, grabbing my hand to have me grip it. “You will not die here, (Y/n). I see in you strength and ambition. Passion and power. I believe you have what it takes to become a Hashira. When you do, come find me. I wish to fight you again.”
He stands up and begins to walk away, I watch him retreat. He stops and looks back at me. “When we meet again, When you’ve overcome your limit...I’ll decide if you're worthy.”
What..?
Before I could query him for answers, He disappeared. I sigh in relief that he had left, although I can’t stop the black dots forming around my vision. I’m tired and I’m in so much pain. I change my breathing so I can try to ease the pain and stop the bleeding. My vision becomes darker and darker, and I’m starting to black out.
“(Y/n)!”
I hear a wonderful voice call out to me. He's okay.. I’m so grateful…
I can rest easy, knowing he is safe.....
“(Y/n)!”
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The morning rays peek through the curtains of the room I’m in. My eyes feel heavy but I pry them open with force. I’m in an unfamiliar room, a row of beds in order, all empty. I feel something heavy at the end of my bed. I look down to see Rengoku sitting on a stool, with his arms folded on the bed. He had his cape on which made me believe he had not left my side since the fight.
“R-Rengoku sama..?” I whimper. He opens his eyes at the sound of my voice and springs up. “(Y/n)!” He yells! I’m taken aback. He has his big smile back on his face with his arms folded with his chest broad. “I’m glad to see you awake! You made me pretty worried!”
I tried to sit up but he placed his hands on my shoulders to keep me down. What is with men trying to keep me pinned lately? “I wouldn’t move if I were you. Your ribs have been fractured, let me get Lady Kocho.”
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After a few minutes, I had the pleasure of meeting Lady Kocho Shinobu, the insect Hashira. She ran a few tests on my condition and came back with the results. “Well, the good news is. Your ribs haven’t punctured any fatal organs, sadly you will need a few weeks worth of bed rest.” I nod my head. “I understand. Thank you, lady Shinobu…” She smiles. “(Y/n), I was wondering. What was it that attacked you? Was it another demon?” Rengoku asked.
I pout and look down at my bedsheets. Should I tell him? Will he believe me? No Hashira has survived an upper moon but here I am, still breathing. “I… well…. It was a demon.” I answer. I twiddle my thumbs as he observes me, waiting for my answer. “He said his name was...Akaza…”  My mind was brought back to the very demon himself. I couldn’t help but feel insulted. He was an upper moon and had every opportunity to take me out.
But he didn’t, simply because I was a woman. “He…was a very strong demon. But he knew a Hashira was around so he escaped before you arrived, Rengoku-sama.” He shook his head. “Very good!” He smiled. He looked over at lady Kocho with the same smile. “Lady Kocho, Would you mind allowing us to have a minute alone please?”
She had a similar smile, more gentle and graceful. “Certainly, Just don’t get up to anything too crazy.” She left the room and shut the door behind her. ‘Anything too crazy’? What was that supposed to mean? “(Y/n)!” Rengoku boomed! I was startled by his sudden voice. “Y-yes? Rengoku sama?” I stuttered.
“Last night, you showed me what a capable and strong swordswoman you are! When we reached the bottom of the mountain, all of the survivors had been there, waiting for our return. They told me that you had gone to take on the demon while they escaped. You put your life on the line to protect the innocent, your brother would have been proud of you.” Rengoku's warm light aura invoked mine.
I could feel my eyes water and my throat go dry. I couldn’t stop myself from crying. Neither could Rengoku. He instead of trying to console me, wrapped his arms gently around me and caressed my head that was now in the juncture between his neck and shoulder.  I held him and let the tears flow. I was happy. I'm so happy. I had waited years for someone to speak those words to me.
“Thank you… Thank you, Rengoku sama!” I sobbed, getting his uniform wet. He slowly pulled away and stared into my eyes. “You are strong (Y/n), and I know with the right guidance, you’ll get stronger. Which is why, I want you to become my Tsugoku.”
 I had to stop. I looked into his red eyes and thought. ‘Tsugoku? Me? Rengoku wants me to be his Tsugoku?’ “Are you serious..?” I ask. Maybe this is a dream and I haven't woken up yet. “Absolutely, I want you to be my Tsugoku more than anything. You have great potential, Training you would be an honour. Tell me what it is that you want?” He asked. I already knew what I wanted. From the moment we spoke at Sawao’s funeral, I knew what I wanted. I wanted him and… “I want to become a Hashira…”
He nodded. “Then Become my Tsugoku, I’ll be sure to help you on your path to becoming a fine Hashira, It’ll take lots of hard work and most importantly, You need to have the will to push through. Will you be ready for that and accept my proposition?” He asked.
I took his hand and bowed my head before looking back up to gaze into his wonderfully bright eyes. “Yes, Rengoku sama”
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“Are you ready (Y/n) chan?”
I stood ready with a wooden sword facing the lover pillar. She too held a sword and we stood facing each other in the dojo within the Demon Slayer Headquarters. We both were dressed in traditional juban’s tucked into our hakamas. “Yes! Kanroji sama!” I obey.
We race towards each other and class our wooden swords together.
It has been two years since Rengoku offered me the position as his Tsugoku. Within that time I grew stronger. Rengoku was an amazing teacher and through him I met Kanroji Mitsuri. She two had been an excellent mentor to me. Also a very good friend.
My hair had grown so long it's impossible to put it in a singular bun any more. So I keep it in a top knot. Always with my red spider lily hair pin. “You’re doing so well (Y/n) chan!” She strikes her sword at my side but I block it.
Within those two years of being Rengoku’s Tsugoku, I was able to reach the rank of Kinoe. A hard to reach goal had it not been for his help. As I grew more attached to him, my feelings for him had skyrocketed. There were so many places we’ve seen and so many battles we overcame.
“Thank you! Kanroji sama!” I continue to collide my sword with her, her indomitable strength overwhelms me, but I see an opening. “Take this-”
“Oops! Fooled you!” She giggles before swiping my feet from underneath me and holds the sword under my chin. “You’re distracted, aren't you?” She giggled before offering me her hand. “I’m not distracted. You’re just too good.” I gasp, taking her hand and pulling me up.
“Wanna get some food?” She asked. I shook my head. We sat on the engawa in the shade of the sun while eating seasoned rice balls. “Oishi!” She moaned into her food. I took a bite of my rice ball and muttered a single. “Umai.” 
When you spend most of your time with a man like Rengoku. You pick up his habits. “(Y/n) chan, what made you so distracted?” She said with her mouth stuff. I swallowed my rice ball. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I picked up another rice ball and shoved it in my mouth.
“Come on! I know you were thinking of your favourite Flame Hashira!”
“There's only one Flame Hashira Kanroji sama.”
“Ah! So you were thinking of him!” She burst out. I continued eating. “I didn’t admit to thinking of him.” I munched hard as she scooted closer to me. “Well, you didn’t deny it either.” That made me blush. Kanroji was the only person that could see right through me. She had a scary intuition.
“So! How was your trip to see your family..?” She asked carefully. I just swallowed my rice. “It was ok… Rengoku wasn’t bothered…” I couldn’t help myself when I shoved the ball of rice into my move to stop myself from talking.
One thing I learned about Rengoku was he and I weren’t all that different. He had a complicated home life too. He and I would take turns visiting our families together. Once a month, we’d go visit either his or mine.
His brother Senjuro was an absolute sweetheart. He was shy and timid like a bunny. He and his brother were total opposites. Senjuro was easy to talk to. He is well mannered, kind and easy to tease. I remember one time how I pinched the poor boy’s cheek and squealed. ‘Any girl would be lucky to have you, Senjuro kun!’
I was drunk at the time and I still ridicule myself to this day.
His father on the other hand was not at all what I expected. He was the former Flame Hashira and not at all what the stories described him to be. He was a cruel, alcoholic dead beat. When I first arrived, he didn’t bother with any hospitality. He just shouted at me in my face.
He said and I quote. ‘You’re nothing but a bloody fool if you think being a demon slayer will make you special, Follow my son and you’ll surely end up in an early grave. Just like your brother.’ I wanted to cry, but I held my tears back. He met Sawao a long time ago and undoubtedly gave him the same treatment.
I looked at Rengoku but he didn’t do anything. Simply tolerated his behaviour. I remember asking him why he allowed his father to treat him and Senjuro like that. With cruel words and negligence. He told me. ‘My father still grieves for the death of our mother. She was his whole world , still is even after illness took her. I know deep down that he still cares about us. Senjuro and I know that we must be patient.”
He was trying to recover his relationship with his family. Just like I was. To be honest, I didn’t exactly have the patience like my mentor. The only reason I still visit my parents is because I hold out the hope that they will admit to their mistakes and try to repair our relationship. They still smile at me and attempt to give me gifts to be doting parents.
But all I want is an apology and to heal.  Sawao would want this too.
That’s why I visit them. Rengoku comes with me and I show him some of the places me and Sawao used to go before he became a demon slayer. He interacts with my family and my parents adore him, asking him ‘Have you found someone to settle down with?’ Like that's appropriate to ask my mentor.
Speaking of inappropriate things, whenever we visit, my sister makes it a point to get clingy and flirty with him. Staring at him through her long eyelashes and giving him lidded glances. It makes me sick. It's why I always keep it a point to separate them whenever they’re together. She probably makes him terribly uncomfortable whenever she’s around.
Rengoku isn’t a person you can simply flirt with, he’s….’pure’... in a sense.
And no, I haven’t told Rengoku of my parent’s negligence or my sister’s abuse. He himself has enough problems at home with his father. He doesn’t need me to lay all my problems on to him. We’re demon slayers after all. Our only concern should be killing demons.
“How is your relationship with Rengoku san going anyways?” She swallowed her rice ball before picking up another. “What’s it to discuss? He is my master and I am his Tsugoku.” I sigh, looking out into the garden and over at the koi fish pond, where they all swam around casually and carefree, with not a single worry about them.
“I know how you feel about him, (Y/n) Chan, ever since we first met, I knew just by looking at him, that you were in love-” I quickly pounced on her and covered her mouth. “Kanroji sama! Please, not so loudly!” I hush before taking my hand off her mouth. I sigh in frustration before taking another rice ball and taking a bite out of it.
“But you do!  It's so clear that you do! You should tell him!” She squealed. I swallowed and gave her a hard look. “I can’t, Kanroji sama! I’m his Tsugoku. I am his trainee. Do you have any idea how that would look if he were to suddenly start dating? It's inappropriate and taboo…”
“But...not really, you’re only two years younger than him and you’re a Kinoe!” she analyzed and I scoffed. “That’s not the point of Kanroji sama. I’m still weaker than the both of you. I don’t want to be like this if we’re to be together, I want to be the best version of myself before I say anything. I want to be Hashira, his equal before I tell him how I feel…”
She made a noise of acknowledgement before nodding. “I see! So you want to be strong like your future husband before you commit! I can understand! Like me! I’m also looking for a strong husband! Let's do our best!”
“Kanroji sama!”
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I finish drying my hair and look at my reflection in the mirror. I turn my face from side to side, up and down. My skin is clear and void of any markings. I can’t say the same with my body though..
I unravel my towel and observe my naked body. My arms are covered in the carved kanji of my deceased friends and faint scars from previous battles. But they were still visible. I look in the mirror and can't help but feel… ugly. It had been a year and a half since I carved a name into my flesh.
Many comrades  I had met met their unfortunate ends and I still grieve for them. But whenever I look at myself, naked… I can only picture Rengoku’s disgust. Within the six months of being his Tsugoku, I started having dreams and nightmares. Dreams of me and him on the very beach me and Sawao used to play on. We would sit together on the sand and he would hold me close as we enjoyed the sunrise and the sounds of the water crashing onto the shore and seagulls squawking in the early morning.
Nightmares would come in the form of me naked in a dark room with thousands of eyes on me. Although the only eyes that mattered to me were Rengoku’s and he would always hold expressions of visible disgust and walk away from me.
I always had my body covered whenever I was out. The only person who knows about my scars is Lady Kocho. The day Rengoku asked me to be his Tsugoku, she asked me about the carvings and I begged her not to say anything. She kept her promise and has even supplied me with a special ointment that would help heal the scars so that they will eventually fade away.
The names are faded but they are visible. I shiver in shame before tugging my juban over my shoulders and wrapping my hoari over myself. It’s times like this where I can’t stand to look at myself and I feel miserable.
“Lady Agawa. Lord Rengoku has returned and requests your presence.” I hear from behind the shoji door. A servant boy who works for Rengoku’s estate. I throw a piece of cloth at the mirror before answering. “Tell Rengoku sama I will be with him in a moment. I have just finished bathing.”
“Yes, my lady.” He replies.
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“Hello (Y/n)! How are you today?” Smiles his usually bright smile as the shoji doors are opened for me by the servants. I step inside and I hear them close behind me. “I'm feeling wonderful today, master, Me and Kanroji sama had just trained this morning.” I beam. I kneel down and bow my head in respect. The respect my beloved deserves.
“Fantastic! The servant will bring us food soon, in the meantime, let's talk.” I sat across from him as he poured us tea. I had offered to do it instead but he shook his head and politely refused. That’s my master, always so kind and polite.
“How was your mission, Rengoku sama? I heard you and Iguro sama had a joint mission.” I sip on my tea and he does the same. “Yes, We finished that three days ago. I had some other business to attend to.” I nod my head. “How lovely” I smile.
It wasn’t unusual for Rengoku to disappear after a mission. He always said it was some form of business of his so I just left it at that. After all, I am in no position to question my master about his whereabouts. Besides, it's not like my master could do no wrong. He is good and kind and has always done right by everyone he meets.
“Things will be different around here soon (Y/n). Lots of things are about to change.” He currently had his cape discarded and folded on the floor beside him. “Oh really? How so?” I asked. Are we getting the estate refurbished? Is he going to take in another trainee?
“I’m happy to tell you that I’m getting engaged, (Y/n).” He grinned while blushing lightly. He radiated with pure sunshine.
I dropped my cup onto the floor and the hot tea soaked into the tatami and splashed onto my clothes. I gasped in shock before I grabbed a handkerchief and frantically tried to clean the tea from the floor. “Gods! (Y/n)! What's the matter?!” he burst out.
I kept rubbing the tatami, hoping to get the tea out. “I-It's nothing!” I whimpered. When in reality I was collapsing on the inside. I was too late! Rengoku! My Rengoku! He’s getting married! Since when did he plan on getting married?! Who is it that he’s marrying?! “C-Congratulations R-Rengoku s-sama! I’m extremely overjoyed for you!” I say through closed lips. 
I try to hold everything in while my heart shatters to millions of pieces while the thought of him being with another woman made me sick. “(Y/n), You have hot tea on yourself.” Rengoku said concerned but I waved him off as my lip wobbled. “It’s fine! It’s nothing! Just a light burn! The pain will go away eventually!” I say carelessly. 
To be honest I couldn’t even feel the burn, All I could feel was the crushing pain as I realised that I could no longer pursue Rengoku as I envisioned. This wasn’t supposed to happen! I was so close! I had only had forty three demon’s slayed! I only needed seven more demons! Seven more and I could have become a Hashira!
I could have then confessed to him, told him how I felt! He might have accepted it! We could have been beautiful! I would have made him happy!
The stain wasn’t coming out, so I stood up and went over to the shoji door. “I’ll get a servant to come and clean the stain!”  I opened the door but Rengoku held his arm out in confusion. “But! We haven’t had dinner yet!”  I turn around and bow my head. “Forgive me! Rengoku sama! It would be unseemly to dine with you in the state that I am in! I ask you to enjoy supper without me! I'll have the servants bring something to my private quarter!” 
I rush out of the room and slam the door behind me. I ran to my room and locked the door behind me. I slid down before bursting out into tears. I sobbed ugly wails and crawled over to my futon to bury my face into my pillow where they would be muffled.
This couldn’t be happening! This was all just a bad dream! Rengoku! Rengoku! Kyojuro! Oh how I so desperately wanted to utter his name but even saying it to myself in private is disrespectful to his being! I grip my hair by its roots and pull them from my scalp. I toss and turn but the pain will not go away.
It dawned on me that whoever marries Rengoku will also be called Rengoku..! Oh gods! Another girl will get the honor of receiving his last name! She will have the pleasure of calling him Goshujin sama! Someone who's not me will get to wake up next to him every morning and gaze upon his kind and gentle smile.
It was too much! I could breathe! I had to do something before I had a complete panic attack! The wooden pillar! The will do-
Without a moment's hesitation, I smacked my head against it and I black out.
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I woke up later to the feeling of something cold pressed against my throbbing head. “My My (Y/n) san! You’re finally awake, you had us all worried there.” Lady Kocho cheered as she sat next to me. I was laying on my futon in my room. “What’s going on..?” I asked cautiously.
“Well, we were hoping you could tell us that. Rengoku san had to knock your door down when you would answer. He found you out cold on the floor.” She answered. I sigh when I remember the events of earlier, when Rengoku had revealed his intentions to marry. I had to knock myself out before I did something irrational.
Well, what I did was irrational but I had no idea what else to do. “I must have banged my head when I was changing my clothes.” I responded. Lady Kocho removed the wet cloth from my head and dipped it into a bowl of water, rinsing it of water and reapplying it to my head. “You didn’t sustain any serious damage, just a bump!” 
The Shoji door opens to reveal Rengoku. “Kocho! How is my Tsugoku?” He boasted, which made my heart pound a thousand times faster.  “She’s all better!” Kocho replied. She stood up and left the room and Rengoku took her place by my side.
“You certainly gave us all a fright!” Rengoku voiced. “I’m sorry Rengoku sama…” My voice was small and I couldn’t help but feel ashamed of my actions. “Don’t be! It was an accident!”
We sat in silence for a while… It was killing me, so I had to ask him something that has been on my mind for the past few hours. “Who’s the lucky woman?” I ask weakly. I see a blush forming on his cheek as he responds. “She is a most beautiful and graceful woman. She comes from a good family and whenever we’re together, I’m the happiest man alive.”
Ow… That hurt.
“I’m happy for you… Rengoku sama. When’s the wedding?” I ask. He scratches his cheek before answering. “ Next week, It’s a family event so I will only be inviting My father and brother.” That was fine with me. I didn’t think I could bear watching the love of my life marrying someone else. “That’s ok. Will she be living here?” I ask. He nods. “Of course, She’ll move in a month after the wedding.”
I sigh, closing my eyes and relax. “I’m happy for you master, I really am.”
But that couldn’t be further from the truth.
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“Kanroji sama!” I sobbed into her lap. Rengoku had left for his wedding and me and Kanroji were to continue our training but I broke down half way through. She had only learned of Rengoku’s wedding the other day so she was as shocked as I was to say the least. “Oh gods! Kanroji sama! I have no idea what I’m going to do! What will I do!?”
I felt her pat my head in an effort to calm me down. “I still can’t believe he’s getting engaged in a week and we’re only hearing about it now! I didn’t even know he was seeing anyone.” She rubbed my head and I sobbed. “Neither did I..!”
I look up with her with a blurry vision. “He’s going to bring her home! A month after the wedding! I can’t be there when she arrives!”  She pulls me up into a hug. “There, There! It's alright! It’s not the end of the world, I promise you!” She whispers into my ear, but I pull away.
“But it is! If I become a Hashira, I’ll have to be in the same room with him during meetings and I’ll have to work alongside him! As his Tsugoku… I’ll have to live in the same house as him and...her!” She pulled me back into a hug.
“Rengoku Kyojuro is the silliest man alive! He had a good thing with you, it could have been better once you were a Hashira! That’s his loss, there are plenty more fish in the sea! I promise!”
I pull away and sniffle. “There is no one like Rengoku..! Once I become a Hashira, no one will want a woman stronger than them..!”
Kanroji deflated at my comment and I covered my mouth. “Oh my gods! I’m so sorry, Kanroji sama!” She gets up and recovers from my analysis. “Its ok... You're not wrong though, it's the very reason I became a Hashira too, to find a stronger husband ....” All of sudden a lightbulb appeared above her head.
“I have an idea! Why don’t you seek out the other Hashira for courtship!” She suggested but I just deflated. “Kanroji sama… that's probably not a good idea…” I say, void of any emotion. “Why not? They’re all very handsome! How about Tomioka san! He’s very strong!” She boasts, but I sigh.
“Yeah, but he’s very crude. He once told me I smelt very bad after a day of training. I don’t like the way he looks at me…” I answer. “Okay? What about Shinazugawa san?” She asked again.
“He’s very brutal and cruel to everyone. Besides, gods forgive for saying this but I don’t think he’s one hundred percent over the death of Lady Kocho Kanae, Gods, rest her soul.” I replied.
“Himejima san?”
“Too old.”
“Tokito kun?”
“Too young!”
“Uzui san!”
“Too many wives!”
“What about Lady Shinobu?”
“She’s a bit condescending sometimes. She’s a raging demon behind her innocent mask.”
“Well....what about...Oban..”
I sit up and press my finger against her mouth. “I’m gonna stop you there. Obanai loves you, he wouldn’t go for me even if you paid him a million yen!” I mumbled frustrated and flopped onto the group. She blushes widely, from her rosy cheeks to the tips of her ears. “You think..?”
“Squawk! Squawk!” A familiar voice rattles my ear drums. Hidetsugu flies in through the window carrying a letter. “Miss Agawa! You got a letter from home! A letter from home!” He squawks continuously, dropping the letter into my hands. I sit up and open it.
“If you don’t mind, (Y/n) chan, but what’s it say?” She asked. I scan the letter and recognise it as my mother’s hand writing.my heart grows heavier with disapproval. “My sister is getting married. Apparently she's been seeing a guy for a few months and now she wants to tie the knot with him.” I fold the paper up in my hands and rip it up.
“(Y/n) chan, why did you do that?” She asked. “You know me and my sister aren’t on good terms. She’s rotten and the most horrid person on the planet. I hate to see who this guy is, only a man with an equally rotten heart could love her.” I say bitterly.
This week could not get any worse. Not only is the man of my dreams being taken away from me but my spoiled and evil older sister is getting married. Life couldn’t get any worse. “Well, will you go to your sister’s wedding?” Kanroji asked, picking up the scraps of my mother’s letter.
“I suppose I’ll go. I don’t want to dawdle around here and wait for my master to come back. Besides, I want to see what kind of man my sister is marrying. With any luck, he’ll be an old fart with rotting breath and a face only a mother could love.”
Kanroji laughed at my remark, I giggled back.
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After a day and a half of travelling, I finally made it back to my hometown. The lights were on and the whole town looked to be celebrating. I was dressed in my uniform, with my hair in a top knot bun, accompanied by my spider lily hair pin and my red hoari. I walk inside the gates and I automatically get a few waves and greetings.
“Hello Lady Agawa!”
“How are you Lady Agawa!”
“You look well, Lady Agawa!”
I nod and smile at their kind words and gestures. I walk through the town and I can hear the town buzzing with gossip. I can hear them talk about a ‘Wedding’ and a ‘lucky man.’ They’re obviously referring to my sister and her mystery man.
I arrived back home, to the biggest house in the village. There are lights everywhere and servants bustling about to get everything ready. “Welcome back, Lady Agawa!” They greeted me, I nodded and continued to walk by them. I step inside and immediately spot my mother. 
She spots me in turn and jogs over to me. “(Y/n)!” She envelops me in a hug but I feel no warmth. “We’re so glad you could make it! Your sister will be so thrilled to know you’ve come!” I nod. “Thank you, Hahaoya.”  She holds my hand and pulls me along the halls. “Come now! I’d like for you to greet our soon to be in-laws! Life can’t get any better than this!”
I hold in a groan of annoyance and proceed to follow her, she brings me to the dining room where the doors are currently shut. “You’re father is there with the groom’s father and brother. Make sure you greet them properly!” She commanded. I had to keep myself from rolling my eyes as she opened the doors.
“Sorry to keep you gentleman waiting! I would like you to meet my youngest!” She boasted. I turn to my left where my father was at one end of the table. He had a light drink in his hand. “Welcome back (Y/n)!” He greeted me.
“Hmm.” I heard from the other end of the table. It was a familiar grunt I recognised. I felt my heart drop as I turned my head to the opposite side of the table. Sitting there was none other than Shinjuro, decently dressed but still clinging to his sake bottle and a shy, quiet Senjuro with his hands in his lap.
“(Y/n) san!” Senjuro chirped.
I could only stand there as my throat went dry and I stumbled to find my words. “Senjuro...kun?”
If they were here….. That could only mean….
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The shoji door on the opposite side of the room open and there walking inside the dining room was none other than my precious master, Rengoku Kyojuro with my cruel and vile sister, Agawa Mikako…
They noticed me on the other side and proceeded to greet me. “(Y/n) chan! I’m so glad you could make it!” The witch greeted. “(Y/n)! I’m glad you arrived!” Rengoku smiled.
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We all sat around as our food was served. The witch sat closely to Rengoku, her arm around him constantly. I felt sick watching this. This is by far the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I hated this. I hated watching them being so close together, I wanted to storm over and tear her away from him.
While Rengoku was happy and joyful, Mikako  smiled at me with malicious intent. That fucking bitch! “So… Rengoku sama… Ane san... why didn’t you tell me you two were seeing each other..?” I said through gritted teeth. Rengoku was the one to answer me. “We wanted to surprise you! Ever since we started visiting your family, Mikako has always treated me with kindness. I’ve always felt happy seeing Mikako…”
“Ever since I first laid eyes on Kyojuro kun, I knew I had to be with him! Kyojuro always makes my world brighter.” She teased, cuddling up with him. I wanted to pounce on that stupid cunt and pull her hair from her roots.
“This will be good… Now (Y/n)-san will be part of our family… By the way (Y/n) san… How many demons have you killed?” Senjuro asked me shyly. All eyes were on me. “I don’t think that would be an appropriate conversation for dinner..” I mutter.
“No! By all means (Y/n)! Please tell us! I haven’t been able to keep up with your record, so please divulge.” Rengoku insisted. One part of me felt insulted that he hadn’t noticed how many demon’s I’ve killed. The other feels proud that he would want my acknowledgments recognised in front of my family.
“Forty...Forty one-”
*Splash!*
I felt cold. A jug of water splashed over my form as a servant from the other side of the room tripped over. My eyes were quick enough to recognise Mikako’s foot by the servant. But was quick enough to pull it away and put on an act. “Oh my goodness! (Y/n)! Are you okay!”
My father was quick to scold the servant for his ‘clumsiness’ as he begged for forgiveness. “(Y/n), you're soaked!” Rengoku said concerned. I quickly stood up from my seat and waved it off. “It’s fine! I’ll just take a bath! It’s not a big deal!” I turned around to exit the room, before I fully left, I heard Shinjuro whisper “weakling” under his breath. I had to choke back a sob before rushing off.
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After bathing in the onsen and letting out a few bitter tears, I make my way to my room. I fasten my yukata around my body and begin combing out my wet hair. Mikako is a sly and horrible bitch, she always has been. But I never thought she would stoop this low to hurt me. 
I don’t know how Mikako managed to worm into Rengoku's heart but warm her way in, she did. Now she's got my master wrapped around her finger..! I don’t know if there’s anything I could do at this point to change Rengoku’s mind. GARGH! It still infuriates me that the venomous bitch spoke his first name without a care. I don’t think I’ll be able to attend this wedding.
I just can’t. I’ll say I’m sick and get out of town as soon as I can-
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Can….. where the fuck is my hair pin?
I scan the small table where I had placed it. My red spider lily hairpin was nowhere to be seen. I don’t understand. It was right here! I remember putting it here, I never misplace it! Someone must have taken it. There was only one person who could have taken it …!
I threw my Haori over my shoulders and slammed my shoji door open. I stormed down the hall, passing by servants terrified by my façade. I made it to the end of the hall where Sawao’s room used to be. After he died, Mikako took up residence there since it was the second largest bedroom in the mansion.
“Oh Mikako! That hairpin looks wonderful on you! You truly are the most beautiful girl!” I could hear my mother praise. I could hear my sister reply to her. “Thank you Hahaoya! I’m sure Kyojuro will love this outfit! Oh! Mother, would you mind bringing some tea? I’m very parched.”
“Oh course dear.” I hear footsteps and my mother exits the room. “Oh! (Y/n)! Go look at your sister! Kyojuro san is going to bring her on a stroll through the garden!” She cheered like a school girl as she skipped down the hall to get the tea. I stepped over to the doors to see my sister.
She was dressed in a red kimono with the ends dyed black. It had a pattern of pink roses. She had a gold obi wrapped around her waist with a yellow translucent rose attached to her obijime. Her make-up was done finely, painted red lips, her face powdered white and red lining her eyes. Her hair was done up in a traditional bun with one extra touch.
My fucking hairpin.
She turns around in her seat and looks at me with a malicious smile. “Good evening, My dear Imoto, what do you think of my outfit?” I growled. “Why do you have my hairpin?” She stands up and saunters in my direction. “Why, It was just lying there! I thought it would look so much better on me so I just ‘borrowed’ it.” She giggled.
“You had no right! That hairpin belongs to me!” I snapped. Clenching my fist as veins visibly showed on my face. She frowned and looked at me with the same venomous glare. “Is that any way to talk to me? Your Ane san?”  I could feel my nails dig into my palms and my blood boiled.
“You bitch! Tell me the truth! You don’t love Rengoku! You’ve been seeing other men, I know that for a fact! You may have fooled our parents but you don’t fool me! Tell me, why are you doing this?” I demanded. She broke into a grin and started giggling mischievously.
“Because, You love him.” She answered.
I broke into a cold sweat as she caught me in shock. My jaw loosened, my eyes went wide and my flesh went white from horror at the realisation of her motives.
She squints her eyes at me dangerously before taking out a fan and hiding her lower face behind it. “Little sister, You’re more obvious than you’d like to be. From the moment we first met Rengoku, you had your little eyes sparking and your cheeks went all rosy. Granted, at the time I thought it was just a little crush that would eventually die but after the years went by, you proved me wrong.”
She sauntered over to the large mirror on the right side of the room when she could fully admire herself, she put her fan down and began fixing her hair for any stray hairs. “Ever since you brought him home, I could see the love filled gaze you would bestow upon him every time he wasn’t looking, like the little creep you are.”
My jaw tightened again and my fists clenched once more. “So.. you're doing this ….. All this? Just to hurt me..?” I seethe. She turns around to put her hand on her waist and smiles at me. “Why not at all. I don’t want to hurt you. I want to destroy you.” She chuckled.”
If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she wasn’t my sister. That she was a demon wearing my sister’s skin and impersonating her. But that's not how it is. My sister is a demon, she doesn’t eat people but she’s no better than them. Like a demon, she likes to torment those below her and use the weak for her own gain.
“Ever since the death of our brother, You’ve clung to Kyojuro, haven’t you? In your mind, he’s your saviour and you’d be nothing without him, right? Well, that’s what you’re about to be, nothing! I’m going to marry the only man you’ve ever loved and watch you crumble. I’ll have his last name, his wealth, his house and eventually..*giggle* his children..! I mean, I already had a proper demonstration of what his manhood can do.”
No! They didn’t! They couldn’t have! Rengoku would never- could he? When?!
“You’ll watch from the sidelines as I take everything you’ve ever wanted with him and more! All the men you’ll move on to in your life will be nothing but hollow shadows who don’t compare to him. You’re going to be miserable for the rest of your life and I’m going to sit back and smile!”
I was speechless. Absolutely speechless. My heart was hammering with anger. My blood had reached its tipping point and my breathing got faster. “Why? are. you. doing. This?” I growled. She paused for a minute before smiling again. “Now, if I told you? That would spoil all the fun. Now if you could please excuse yourself, Hahaoya and Kyojuro will be here any moment.”
I couldn’t think.
I could see.
Everything was white.
“Give me back my Hairpin.” I growled.
“No, It suits me better-”
At that, I lost it. I sprinted over, knocked over the dark wooden table that separated us and pounced on top of her. I wrapped my hands around her neck and began to choke her. “I HATE YOU!” I screamed. I saw the fear in her eyes at the realisation at what she had gotten herself into. I squeezed harder and harder by the second as saliva pooled up in her mouth went past her lips.
Her bun had come undone after colliding with the ground and the hairpin slipped out. But I didn’t care, I just wanted to strangle this bitch to death.
“I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU! SAWAO HATED YOU TOO! WE BOTH HATED YOU! YOU HORRIBLE FILTHY BITCH! YOU LYING DECEITFUL CUNT! FUCKING DIE AND GET OUT OF MY LIFE! YOU TWO FACED REPUGNANT WHORE-”
“(Y/n)!”
Everything happened so fast. I was thrown against the wall and I felt the wind get knocked out of me. I fell to the ground. I hold my lower back in pain and look over to see who threw me. It was Rengoku. He kneeled beside Mikako who was crying into his chest. “ K- Kyojuro! S-she!” She stuttered but Rengoku shushed her, “It's ok my love, It’s alright.”
Why…? Why was he holding on to her like that..? He stood up and looked straight at me. He had a face of contempt and disgust. A face I feared I would get from one day and it broke me.
“(Y/n)! You know as well as I do that harming innocent people is against corps rules! The way you treated your sister was absolutely appalling! Apologise to her at once!” I was visibly shaking, this could be happening. It couldn’t. “I-I-I-I c-can’t..!”  I was hyperventilating, this couldn’t be happening! This had to be a bad dream, a nightmare! It’s not real!
“(Y/n), words can’t describe how disappointed I am in you! Until you apologize to your sister, I hereby effectively resign you from the position of Tsugoku! You can not go around putting your hands on innocent people!” He scolded. 
My world broke...  My master… My precious Rengoku is lost to me. Mikako has won… Rengoku loves her and there was nothing I could do. The pure and bright vision of my perfect master was dirtied and had become wrong in so many ways I couldn’t even describe.
He was no longer my master and I was no longer his Tsugoku. He wants nothing to do with me. Rengoku doesn’t love me….
Rengoku ….. hates me!
I huff, and I scream.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
Rengoku flinched and covered his ears, Mikako retreated to the far corner and covered her ears too. My eyes welled with tears and they fell from my face like fast raindrops from the sky. My face was red and my heart felt like it was being torn from my chest. Everything felt wrong and disgusting! I felt revolved and polluted by the world’s cruelty and I just wanted it to end!
“(Y/n)! Calm down!” Rengoku reached over to put a hand on my shoulder but I quickly smacked him away. “DON’T TOUCH ME WITH YOUR FILTHY HANDS! YOU DISGUST ME!” I screamed. He was taken aback by my insult, I had never insulted him ever, not once. I was even surprised by it myself but my anger disguised any shock on my face.
I got up, grabbed my hairpin and ran from the room. I couldn’t stay here anymore, I couldn't. I won’t. Everyone I had ever known in life has always worked against me! My parents, Mikako, Shinjuro and Rengoku! The only one who ever really cared was Sawao, and he’s dead. 
As I entered my room, I finally realised that I only clung to Rengoku because after Sawao died, I felt absolutely hopeless, like nothing would be better ever again. Rengoku gave me hope and today, that hope has been effectively crushed.
I have no future. Not a happy one at least.
I would rather join my brother in heaven.
I grabbed my nichirin sword and ran out of the house. I could hear the calls and yells of multiple people, calling my name, telling me to come back. But I ignore their pleas. I sprint out of the estate and through the dark streets of the village. A few stragglers wondering what I’m doing out with my hair still soaking wet.
I hop through the village gate, the same place where my dear brother Sawao died and into the forest where I could no longer hear the call of my name.
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I ran and ran and ran some more. I ran until I stopped for breathe. I I held my sword in both hands before I collapsed to the ground and broke down into a fit of sobs. I don’t remember where my hairpin was, I assumed I had dropped it somewhere along the forest path.
As the waning moon stares down at me with pity. I fold myself in half. An endless river of tears streamed down from both my eyes. My throat had become dry but that did not stop me from sobbing out the name of the only man I had ever loved.
He was everything to me, the very being that kept me strong, the only person I saw a future with.
And that horrible bitch stole him from me. I knew from the very beginning that she never loved him, she only used him as a tool to hurt me. All she’s ever wanted was to see me suffer. For what reason? I don’t know.
Some people are just born evil.
There was no future for me anymore. Within my five years in this organisation, I had many friends, I had also lost many friends. People all around me drop like flies, this one though, is the ultimate betrayal. It felt like someone had ripped my heart out and kicked me in the throat.
Life is hard. Life is full of suffering. Life isn’t fair.
Death would be easier. Death would be peaceful.
I take my sword from its sheath and line it up towards my heart, hopefully a demon would pass by and gobble up my remains so I wouldn’t be found. I take in a breath of fresh air and exhale. The forest was beautiful, cherry blossoms were in full bloom and the grass smelt amazing. I couldn’t have picked a more beautiful place to die.
I grip the handle and prepare to plunge it in.
“Hello (Y/n) san!” I snapped my head to my right without a moment's notice, my sword was kicked from my hands. It flew into the air and landed 20 ft to my left. I look at the culprit once again to register who he is and I freeze.
“A-Akaza…” I stutter. That put a massive grin on his face. “Ah! So you do remember me! It has been two years after all..”
I feel myself shake within his presence but I harden myself and sit straight. “I could never forget the face of an upper moon.”
He laughs, probably feeling quite prideful of his title. “Well I could never forget a woman like you, (Y/n) san.” He paces around me, with his hands behind his back, observing me like a fine piece of art. “Last time we met, you were a Hinoto. Yet you had such a fight in you. Now? After two years, you’re Kinoe! But now you point your sword to your own heart? Why is that?”
I scoff and turn my head from him. “How do you know about my rank? And what makes you think I’m obligated to tell you anything?” He chuckled and sat right down next to me. “Well, I make it a point to check in on my favourite demon slayer whenever opportunity seeks me. And to answer your next question, you’re not by any means obligated to tell me anything.”
This was weird, I had expected him to start acting sadistic and rip my arm off already but no. He turns to look me in the eye, I gaze into his golden eyes that read ‘Upper Three’ His body was covered head to toe in strange striped tattoos and his physique had been hand molded by the kami themselves.
He was gorgeous for a demon, but then again at the end of the day, that's all he was. A demon and I am a demon slayer. It was taboo of me to describe a demon with such colourful and pretty words. “But you are killing yourself, aren’t you? I figured, I might listen to your troubles. After all, I am the last person who you’ll see and talk to before you do the deed. So why not?”
I see his point. Besides kicking my sword out of my hand, he hasn’t acted that much hostile towards me. What could be the harm in telling him? After all, I do plan on ending my life afterwards. Nothing more could hurt me.
“I guess I could. But where do I start …?” I quietly whimpered. Akaza tapped his chin before clicking his fingers. “How about the first time you felt...wronged? The time you felt so angry and sad but couldn’t do anything about it.”
I tucked my knees into my chest and shivered a bit at the cold, The Upper moon wrapped a surprisingly warm arm around my shoulders. I thanked him for it. “I guess it really started about nine years ago, when my brother left to become a demon slayer…”
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I don’t know how long we were there for. I’m sure a few hours had passed but it felt like an eternity as we sat together on the grass. At some point, I don’t really remember but I had ended up between his legs. I felt his muscled and sculpted chest press against my back as he kept his two strong men- killing arms wrapped securely around my chest, keeping me warm against the cold air. 
I spoke to him about my life. From the time Sawao joined the demon slayer corps, to coming home with Rengoku. Sawao’s death and me falling for Rengoku. Becoming his Tsugoku and our bond growing stronger every minute we spend with each other. My sister’s deviance and her marriage to Rengoku. Rengoku denounces me as his Tsugoku and realising who he picked.
At the end of this, I was crying again. The pain was just too much, I hated it. I hated feeling this miserable and angry. “I came here… to join my brother… no one else cares about me the way he did... I think I’m better off disappearing…” I sobbed into my fists, trying to hold in my ugly wails.
“Wow.. That is truly pathetic.” The upper moon commented. I spin my head around, shocked by his cruel words. “What..? What do you mean..?” I’m the one who gets backstabbed by everyone who was ever supposed to care for me and that's all he has to say?!
“Well, what I mean is, you're an accomplished swordswoman, aren’t you? You're strong, you’re talented, you’re beautiful…” He lifted my chin so I could gaze into his strange golden eyes that read his rank number. “Akaza…” I mumbled.
“You’re a Kinoe, you only needed to kill seven more demons and you would have earned yourself the title of Hashira. You would’ve been the next Thunder Hashira, wouldn’t you?” He said all knowingly. I gulped as I developed a cold sweat. “H- How did you know that..?” I stutter.
“Didn’t you hear what I said before? I’ve been keeping an eye on you and your development. I’ve witnessed all your accomplishments, all the demons you’ve killed under the span of two years. I like you, (Y/n). You amaze me.” He grinned, pushing a hair out of my face before kissing my cheek.”
“A-Akaza! What do you think you’re doing!?” I blushed furiously, trying to break out of his grip. But my strength was nothing compared to his, my efforts were futile. “Showing you my affection, The flame Hashira who you’re so ‘in love’ is none more than a pathetic fool who lost a good woman. Any man would be lucky to have you.”
He turned me around so I was sitting on his lap, so I was facing him. My face went red as I gaze into his beautiful golden eyes. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t move. I just stayed still as the tattooed demon caressed my face with one hand while using the other one to hold my waist.
“You shouldn’t die for a man who never deserved you affection… for a man who you fear will hate all your scars…” He reached his hands on both my shoulders and pulled my clothes down! My haori and yukata came down and my naked breasts were exposed to the cold air. “NO!” I flinched and covered them as quickly. But it wasn’t my breasts he was focused on. It was my arms covered in the carvings of all my deceased friends' names. He traced the kanji and huffed. “You shouldn’t have done that to your beautiful skin, all for a bunch of weaklings who weren’t strong enough to defend themselves.”
I growled. “Those weaklings were my friends! They-”
“Where a waste of tears and suffering.” He cut me off. He grabbed my face so I couldn’t take my eyes off him. “Even now, you still suffer. You shed tears for weaklings and fools who don’t value you for the great warrior you are. It holds you back from reaching your true potential, all this emotional baggage that just drags you down. Stop caring!”
His smile became more and more devious. He was up to something. Something terrible, but I didn’t know what. His lips moved and he spoke the next few words that would forever change my life.
“Become a demon, (Y/n).”
I gulped. It took a few moments for me to mentally register what this man had said before replying to him. “W-what..? Become a demon..?” I didn’t know what else to say. He just nodded his head before speaking again. “That’s right. You will become much stronger than you are right now. All those scars on your body will heal and your emotions can be flipped off!” He snapped his fingers. “Like a switch!”
This was truly surprising. Here I was minutes away from death’s door and now a member of the twelve Kizuki wants me to become a demon. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. Here was giving me a chance at a new life as a demon. I didn’t know what to say. “B-but wouldn’t I have to eat people..?” I say quietly. He waves it off like it didn’t matter.
“Yes, and? When you’re a demon, all humans are just your meat. I mean, would you consider the same for livestock you eat everyday? Do you ask the pigs and cows if they have families they’d like to see again?” I grunt, he did have a point, as messed up as it is.
“You would have me become a demon. What would I do for the rest of my immortal life..?” He chuckled before reaching for my clothes and tugging them back over my shoulders. “Sweet girl, As far as anyone is concerned, you can do whatever you want. You can better yourself for the next one hundred years and not break a sweat.”
A life to be forever young where I refine myself to be better and better. But I’d still be a demon. A demon who must feed on the flesh of innocent humans to survive. I heard many demons forget who they once were and become ugly mutated monsters. I would never be able to enjoy the sunlight or the fragrant scent of the wisteria trees. Eat my favourite foods or enjoy the comfort of another’s company again.
“I would be all alone… wouldn’t I?” I ask. He doesn’t answer at first. He just wraps his arms around me and into an affectionate hug. “You would have me.” He whispered.
“If you become a demon, we could train together, hunt together and enjoy each other’s company, now until forever. I will help you become the best version of yourself and that starts with becoming a demon.”
I pull away from his hug and look down into his chest. This was a lot. This was an awful lot to take in. Would I give up this weaker version of myself and become the demon Akaza wants me to be? Or would I stay a human and let myself be miserable for the rest of my life?
“I… I need to think about this..” I say after a while. I put my hand on my heart to calm it down but nothing works. Akaza on the other hand just shrugs. “That’s okay with me, I understand. It is a daunting offer.” He points to the moon, gazing upon the lunar goddess, the demon’s sun. He speaks again.
“I’ll have to leave soon. But I will come back tomorrow night, until then. I expect you to have made a decision. Whether you become a demon or remain a human, I suggest enjoying the sun while you still can. You will come back here at this exact spot, you will either be reborn as a demon or I can help you fulfill your wish to die.” He smirked. I was taken aback by his response.
Either way, Both of those options are better than the third. Live and watch Rengoku be with my bitch of a sister and waste away until I’m nothing but a sad and pathetic old cat lady. I nod my head. “Okay, I will.”
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I woke up to the sounds of the cicadas the next day. I sat up from where I was to look at my unfamiliar surroundings, I was at the top of some kind of hayloft, sitting on a pile of hay. I rub my eyes and look out the window to see the early morning sun beginning to rise.
I wondered if what had happened last night hadn’t been more than a strange dream. But I see something sparkle red on the wall, like you would see in the water. I scan my surroundings and my eyes land on something akin to red jewels. It was my hair pin! I scurried over to pick it up, My sword was there too, along with a note of sorts.
I pick it up and unfold it.
‘You dropped this while running. - Your friend.’
So last night wasn’t a dream. I had really met the upper three demon moon again. I don’t remember coming to this place. I must have fallen asleep in his arms and he must’ve carried me to this...barn? I don’t know exactly where I am. I  descend the hayloft and exit the barn. Once I make it outside, I immediately recognise where I was. The Osaki homestead!
It was abandoned of course and had been for years. After the brutal massacre the demons had caused years ago, the owners didn’t want to live in a place where their employees were tragically killed so they packed up and moved up north.
There was no breeze as the sun began to rise and I could feel its heat on my skin. This would be my last day on earth, my last day alive. I was given the choice to either become a demon or let myself die to go join Sawao in heaven.
Which choice do I choose?
Will I live as a Demon?
Or will I die as a Human?
What should I do?
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This story will have two different endings! One where you will end up with either one of the boys. It may take a while since I am in University but I will do my best with updates! Anyways, I do hope you lads enjoyed it!
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serodev · 2 days ago
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Ooh boy could I request Rengoku, Mitsuri, and Shinobu with an SO who as a prank will wipe their mouth after they kiss
Warnings: None!
Pairing: Rengoku, Mitsuri, Shinobu x gn!reader
Note(s): Oh my Gosh, the first thing I can definitely say is that Kyojuro and Mitsuri are going to be so heartbroken when you do that... Poor Pillars...
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Kyojuro
» As I said in the notes, Kyojuro's going to be so heartbroken when he sees you wipe your mouth!!! He knows that it's a small joke by the way you look at him, but he's still going to pout while looking at you with these puppy eyes.
» It won't stay like that for long, though, because the next thing the Flame Pillar tries to do is to pull you into a new kiss because he doesn't want you to wipe your mouth anymore. However, if you do it again, he will probably comment something about it in a defeated tone.
» "Y/n... Please don't be so mean to me... You know how much I love to kiss you..!" That is one of the things he will say while pulling you into this suffocating hug.
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Mitsuri
» Mitsuri's just like Kyojuro when it comes to the joke, but instead of looking at you with puppy eyes, she'll raise her hands on top of her mouth with a "horrified" expression.
» You know that "You kick Miette?!?!" meme? Imagine that, but instead, it goes like: "You wipe your mouth?!?! You dare to wipe your mouth after my kiss?!?! Jail for Y/n, jail for a thousand years!!!"
» Mitsuri's quick to forgive you for the joke, but please kiss her again without wiping your mouth... She just wants to share her love with you.
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Shinobu
» I believe that Shinobu's going to react extremely passively to the whole joke, and the reason for that is because she can always kiss you again. Of course, she won't do it right after you've wiped your mouth, but she will remind you that you can't just escape her kisses like that.
» It's clear that she's amused at herself after saying her own small joke about not being able to escape, and the sight is pretty cute! It's also clear that Shinobu meant that because she will take gentle hold of your chin after that only to press a light kiss on top of your lips.
» It's impossible to escape her teasing after doing that, so I recommend that you don't wipe your lips often! (Unless you like being teased, of course.)
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Author's note: I would love to say something right now, but my head is sadly empty of thoughts, so I'm not sure if I can comment on anything without sounding stupid! However, I still hope you liked these silly headcanons!
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Rengoku family hc's
Hinata thinks Kyojuro's the funniest thing in the world
the tips of her hair didn't start turning red until after her first hair cut.
Shinjuro low-key cried when he met Hinata for the first time. Seeing his son who was just almost killed, harboring the most precious child with his wife who cherished the both of them made him envious but it made him so proud. He was glad to see Kyojuro live the life he wanted.
Senjuro doesn't stop visiting daily until Kyojuro is fully recovered and physically has to stop him from showing up.
Hinata clings to her uncle desperately as she gets older
her first words were Umai (Koyjuro cried for an hour)
as she got older, she started imitating the little noises Kyojuro makes
the two of them are inseperable
she loves story time, especially when you talk about eachother
she cried when she met the pillars, she only calmed down with Obanai much to everyones surprise.
Kaburamaru and Hinata are besties, Obanai HAS to come visit so they can spend time together.
Really likes crawling behind the turtles that show up from the pond behind your house
Hinata loves the outdoors so her and Kyojuro spend alot of time out there
When the Kamoboko squad come over for training she likes to watch.
doesn't like zenitsu, hes too loud
inosuke wont touch her
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silverynight · 2 days ago
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Tanjirou is in Nezuko's room when Rengoku arrives to the butterfly estate; he doesn't find out until the flame hashira walks into the room. His sister is still asleep; he doesn't worry too much about her when she's like that, he knows now that sleep is essential for her to recover properly after a fight with another demon.
"It's been a while, my boy," Rengoku smiles, sitting right next to him on the bed. "I've missed you."
Tanjirou looks up at the Pillar with a grin on his face; he's excited to see that someone as important as him remembers him enough to miss him.
"I've missed you too! I–I" he stammers when he feels a gentle hand on his right cheek. Rengoku's expression has softened, the smile on his face is almost fond.
"I was thinking..."
Suddenly, Tanjirou is pulled away from the flame hashira to the other side of the room, he's not sure what's going on until he hears a growl and notices hands around his waist.
"Nezuko! No! What are you doing? He's not going to hurt me!" Tanjirou doesn't understand. Nezuko knows now that all humans are her allies, that she must protect them.
The demon girl huffs, still glaring at Rengoku, but stops growling, although she doesn't move from her spot in between her brother and the flame hashira.
Rengoku doesn't look concerned or angry about Nezuko's behavior; he observes everything with curiosity.
"She doesn't like me," he whispers to himself, but Tanjirou hears anyway.
"I'm sure she's like that because we just came back from a mission!" Tanjirou says; after what happened in the trial, the last thing he wants is to lose the hashira's approval.
"It's alright, my boy," Rengoku assures him, rising from the bed. "I'll see you later."
Nezuko glares at him until he walks away.
***
It happens again, this time when Iguro and Kanroji rush towards him to say 'hello'. It's night, Kanroji is smiling from ear to ear, arms spread out towards him ready to hug him, when Nezuko jumps in the middle of them, glaring at her. This time she doesn't growl (Tanjirou has talked her about it a couple of times) but her attitude is the same as last time.
"Why?" Kanroji looks devastated. She almost pleads to the demon girl. "I like him! I just want a hug, please!"
Nezuko shakes her head and doesn't move from her spot, prompting the love hashira to look at the ground.
"I'm really sorry!" Tanjirou mumbles over the demon girl's shoulder. "I don't know why she's acting like this!"
"It's alright," Kanroji says as she lets Iguro pull her away.
***
Watching her frowning at Shinazugawa or even hissing at him is the only thing that doesn't surprise Tanjirou; after all the wind hashira was the one who attacked her a couple of times during the trial.
Although, the weird thing is that she doesn't act hostile until the Pillar reaches out to Tanjirou.
However, Shinazugawa doesn't look angry this time; he looks from Nezuko to Tanjirou as his lips quirk up into a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.
"So you don't approve of me, huh?" The hashira says. "I can see why."
***
When it happens to Tokito and Uzui as well, Tanjirou starts thinking that maybe Nezuko doesn't like Pillars, because she's comfortable enough with Zenitsu and Inosuke.
"She doesn't even let me flirt with you," Uzui comments, looking at the demon girl with curiosity. "So Sanemi was right. She doesn't approve of us."
"Were you flirting with me?" Tanjirou blushes to the tip of his ears as he says it.
A mischievous smirk appears on the hashira's face.
"I'm constan–"
Nezuko cuts him off with a hiss, putting her arms around her brother. She's sitting on his lap.
***
The Pillars start approaching Tanjirou during the day, when Nezuko is asleep in her wooden box, however, he knows they're not really happy with the situation.
"At first I thought it was because she didn't like us in particular," Kocho explains once, noticing with amusement the way Rengoku stares at Tanjirou with longing. "But I think that she just doesn't approve of our intentions towards her brother."
"What intentions? She doesn't want you to train me?" Tanjirou asks, feeling really confused.
Uzui grins and even Shinazugawa leans to ruffle his dark red hair, the gesture is so gentle it surprises Tanjirou.
"I'm supposed to be the distracted one, Tanjirou," Tokito mumbles, but he's smiling fondly at him.
***
Tanjirou doesn't have time to warn Tomioka about Nezuko the next time he sees him; the water hashira seems to be desperate, because Tanjirou hears his hurried steps as the Pillar rushes into the room.
Kocho doesn't warn him either; she just sits at the other side of the room and observes everything.
It's been a while since he's seen Tomioka, Tanjirou can't help but smile when he feels fingers on his cheek.
"Are you alright?" Tomioka asks with concern, eyes roaming all over Tanjirou's body and stopping for a moment on his arm.
"Just a broken arm. There's no need to worry, Tomioka-san," the young demon slayer assures him.
"I always worry about you," he mumbles as a soft smile quirks up the corners of his lips. Tomioka leans closer to press his forehead against Tanjirou's.
He hears Nezuko move and remembers she doesn't seem to like hashira so he's about to tell Tomioka as much when the demon girl curls up on the bed next to him and purrs when Tomioka puts his arms around them both.
Tanjirou feels the water hashira's lips pressing against his hair and watches in shock as Nezuko smiles under the bamboo over her mouth.
Why? Perhaps this is all about the trial after all and Nezuko only likes Tomioka because he was the only one on their side that day. He even risked his own life for them.
"Giyuu, you're going to help us," Kocho tells him then, startling Tanjirou (he had completely forgotten she was there too). "You have to."
When the others find out, they look at the other Pillar with a little bit of desperation.
Tanjirou feels suddenly guilty, it seems like they're putting too much effort in earning Nezuko's trust just because of him.
He's not sure if their plan is going to work.
***
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