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Snakeskin // Chapter Four, family matters

Shinazugawa Sanemi x OC (female)

Rating: mature, general for now

Story Contains: sanemi is tasked to be a bodyguard, unhealthy relationships, family issues, violence, shitty men taking advantage of OC, mutual pining, she falls first he falls harder, strangers to lovers basically, hurt/comfort, sanemi tries really hard to be nice, OC is dense because she's been locked away most her life to be married off, loss of innocence, assault, eventual smut, dom sanemi, size kink, over protective sanemi, easily jealous sanemi, really really slowburn

Word Count: 2259

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The sound of sharp knuckles piercing the wooden door made Sanemi go on alert, reaching for his nichirin sword out of instinct. His fingers grasped the hilt with force as his movements became silent as he crept towards the door. He'd just finished getting ready and was going to head to Neon's room before the interruption. But he soon relaxed as a familiar voice made itself known. When Sanemi opened the door, Daisuke stood on the other side with a content look on his face.

"Mr. Mitsui wants to meet with you, you ready?"

"Yeah." Sanemi just grunted in return.

Daisuke nodded for him to follow, taking great pace down the halls, "advice, don't speak your mind. Only if he asks for it. Don't tell him how stupid of an idea it is to try to buy demons or whatever. It'll just anger him."

"Figured."

"Don't even try to back up my decision to bring you in. Just say you'll keep Miss Neon safe and leave."

"Got it." none of Daisuke's advice bothered Sanemi. He didn't care, he was here for Master. And the pay. If he had to catch his tongue every once and a while- so be it.

Sanemi continued to be awed by the sprawling mansion, more rooms and halls than he imagined a place could have. Surely bigger than his own estate by the butterfly mansion. Still, he memorized the paths they took by markers like the unique artwork. Soon the aura in the air changed, the amount of guards increased and windows became few. An eclectic door was at the end of the hall which Daisuke motioned him towards, alone. Sanemi had no care as he walked towards the door under careful eyes, he strode in as if he owned the place, couldn't be bothered. Then density of pure evil smacked him right in the face as he entered the room.

Mr. Mitsui was a surprisingly short man with pitch black hair. It was growing out from a once shaved style Sanemi could tell. He wore a loose robe with a pipe in hand that he smoked with dark eyes. A solemn glass sat half full with an amber liquid with round ice cubes, crackling from the cold touching room temperature liquid. His study was large, books and souvenirs lining the walls. Swords, artwork, vases, statues... expensive materials surrounded him to flex money. Men stood by his side and by the door, stoic faces clad in matching uniforms. Sanemi felt no fear towards the mafia boss or any of his thugs, knowing he could slice them to the ground in seconds. It almost amused him how hard they tried to show strength.

"You must be the hashira of the demon slayer corps." the mafia boss's voice was gravelly as he began to speak, "Daisuke insisted you'd be needed for my daughter. I assumed I should meet the boy who'd be with my daughter for the next couple days."

Sanemi felt anger flare in his chest from the sly remark, he was no boy. But he stopped himself from reacting and giving him a piece of his mind.

"What's your name?" Mr. Mitsui continued as he brought the pipe to his mouth.

"Shinazugawa Sanemi."

"And you hunt demons yes?"

"Yes."

"So regardless of demons, you can protect my precious Neon from people I assume?"

"Yeah." Sanemi crossed his arms, curious as to where the conversation was going. He wasn't surprised the mafia boss was straight to the point, not wanting to waste time. But Sanemi's answer wasn't exactly the truth- yes, he could easily protect her from any weak ass human, as they all were in his mind outside of hashira. But he certainly would make it no goal of his to slay a person unless it were in self defense. No.

"There's always threats on important families during the black market portion of the auction." he began to explain. "it would be nice to have the confidence that I wouldn't need to worry about her. You see, I keep my daughter hidden away so hardly anyone could recognize her. For her safety of course, my daughter is a light to me, for this family in a way." Mr. Mitsui stood up from his desk, gliding across the room to pour himself another class of liquor, "I want you to take care of my daughter like your life depends on it. They say having a boy is the biggest gift of all, but for this line of work a daughter is equally as good. As a daughter brings opportunity through marriage."

What the fuck, screamed in Sanemi's head.

"Now I would never deny her this auction, she looks forward to it each year. But this year, to increase our status as the monopoly merchant family because, even 'mom and pop' businesses will not do- I want demons. Their blood. Old slayer artifacts are of hot commodity right now, which don't worry nobody wants something from one that's alive." he chuckled cruelly, "I'm sure you think it's an insane idea; but, money wins over all and if I can successfully buy and transport demons under my care, it would be a masterful feat."

Sanemi felt like his head was going to pop off, smoke escaping from his ears. He almost felt dizzy from the ridiculous words that rolled off the tiny man's tongue. So he hears of the danger yet avoids the warnings? A real man knows when he's beat, when to listen, and stop. Yet these men who lead mafias of their country had no regard for innocent people and their families, feigning worry about them whilst enacting a death wish on them. Sanemi almost found it funny that Mr. Mitsui spewed love for his daughter but was making her vulnerable by doing this. Fuck, Sanemi felt determination run through him to just make sure Neon had a good time this weekend before her life seemingly falls apart before her father gets into demon trading. Pathetic.

It infuriated Sanemi thinking of his own past- that he would have done anything to keep his family out of harms way from demons, never fathoming bringing demons into their lives for power. In a selfish way, Sanemi hoped this backfired on Mr. Mitsui and he can learn like the rest of society that came in contact with demons.

Mr. Mitsui fished around in a drawer beneath his desk, pulling out a clothed bag, "this is filled with gold and silver coins, for each day of the auction you'll be given a new one for Neon to spend."

The tiny purple bag with drawstrings at the top was slid across the top of the desk. Sanemi just nodded and took it, feeling the weight of it burn his hand by the incomprehensible amount probably inside, "okay."

"I suggest you don't let her do the bidding." Neon's father chuckled, "she sees too much good and honesty in people, you've probably already seen. She's precious, isn't she?"

Sanemi swallowed hard, just staring at the shorter man without a response. He tried to rid of the flames in his eyes or how clear his face showed his anger, he needed to seem like he couldn't care less, "is there anything I need to know to do my job?"

"Hm," the mafia boss grunted, "day two is when the underground auction begin, Neon should stay in when the sun goes down. Some are worried that demons could make their escape."

Strange that Master didn't find the situation to warrant multiple Hashira in the area- unless he was just left in the dark about such plans, "how have... the demons managed to be captured?"

"From my understanding, strong metal bars lined with wisteria. And they're also weak demons in general, only having consumed a person or two. Is this information important?"

Perhaps that was why Master didn't see Sanemi needing backup, "yeah, never heard of anything like it before."

"As night falls that's when the underground auctions will begin, security will be tight but with the uniform I've given you, you will have no issues going anywhere. Any buildings that hoist symbols of crows signify the difference.."

It was like he talked in riddles and Sanemi took every word he spoke to register it in the back of his brain, "I see. We'll steer clear."

It angered Sanemi that someone could endanger their family the way Mr. Mitsui did, with no thought to his actions having consequences. People should appreciate and care for what they had better, not how the Mitsui's did.

Sanemi could tell if was time for him to take his leave, the guards shuffling and the conversation fizzing out. So the demon slayer turned on his heels to leave,

"One last thing before you go."

He stopped, looking back, "what."

"Limit who talks to Neon, especially men."

"Yeah sure."

Sanemi couldn't have cared less about his last comment, the man needed to relax about his daughter's social interactions. He huffed as he left the office, escorted out by the guards and pointed in the right direction of the kitchen and then Neon's room. Sanemi prepared himself for another day with the talkative, happy-go-lucky girl.

Neon was bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waited for Sanemi to arrive— and when he did, she practically bombarded him with questions. For a girl hardly allowed to go anywhere she was dressed and ready as if she would be seeing everyone in the town. Hair pristine, makeup, and not a wrinkle on her kimono.

"Are you excited for tomorrow?"

"Sure." he responded dryly, staring down at the tiny girl as she rocked back and forth on her heels in front of him. God she was so tiny...

"You don't sound too positive."

"I'm not a positive person." Sanemi countered as he stepped past her and to take a seat. He knew she wouldn't mind as he plopped himself down at a table.

"I am."

"I've realized."

"Well," she huffed with a pout sensing his lack of interest in talking, "once you see the auction in full swing you'll have a change of heart. I want to look at everything."

"What is it you even want? Can't get everything."" Sanemi asked casually as he leafed through the book's pages that sat on the table in front of him. It was a historical flower booklet.

"Well I love fragrance, so anything along those lines. There's supposed to be a really rare one for sale on day two," her eyes were sparkling as she talked, rambling on and on as Sanemi listened intently (until it became to much to bear, "so basically I am willing to do anything to smell it, because if it doesn't smell good on me why would I want it?" he didn't understand as she talked about layers within perfume or which ingredients she preferred. To be honest, it bored him.

"Okay well, guess we'll find it."

"We can look for things you're interested in too." Neon said absentmindedly as she skipped towards her bed to hop up.

"What?" he was thrown off by her statement, which rarely ever happened, looking at her with blank eyes.

"Is there anything you'd like?" she reiterated.

"I don't know what gets sold at this auction. So I don't care." he grunted.

"Hm but consider it my thank you?"

"I'm getting paid to be here." he told her that yesterday but apparently it didn't seem to get through her thick skull.

"Still." she grinned looking back at him, eyes squinted as she seemed genuinely excited. Which annoyed him.

Sanemi was in a worse mood than usual as his thoughts were stuck on his conversation with Neon's father. He understood when he took the job what it was, but hearing it from that man's grimy mouth sent shivers down his spine. A man like him didn't deserve to live. Those involved with this underground market didn't deserve their lives as they threatened others with the outrageous need for power. And power over demons never worked.

Neon recognized that Sanemi wasn't an outwardly kind person, a harsh exterior and personality that wouldn't mesh with hers in the slightest. Yet, she liked him! He'd come around to her the more they talked she was sure, he was the only person she had to spend time with for now. And there was no way he wouldn't warm up to personality as she planned to figure out his interests, to try to do something to show her appreciation.

"You know Sanemi-san, there'll be ohagi for dinner!" she squeaked feeling excited for dinner, liking being able to do things for others.

He couldn't deny the fact he was looking forward to that, but he wouldn't tell her, "Mhmm."

Sanemi was proving to be tougher to crack than she imagined after they were able to get along fairly well yesterday. Maybe he woke up on the wrong side of the bed! So Neon figured she'd let him have his quiet as he nonchalantly fiddled with his uniform sleeve still sitting on one of the couches. She studied him as she would glance up from the pages she couldn't seem to finish reading. Even with the scars he was incredibly pretty, he looked strong, and something about his eyes seemed so honest. As someone who wanted to be useful for the people in her life, Neon hoped to brighten up his a bit as he was constantly surrounded by the darkness that came with demons.

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