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zodiacs-web · 2 years

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Erm hello ^^!!

Daki and Gyutaro x Fem reader

Fem reader makes origami and Daki and Gyutaro saw her make them then they want to try it out for themselves out of curiosity

Fem reader is a demon that is uppermoon rank but she isn't interested in joining them (no matter how many times Daki pestered her to join) because she doesn't like being controlled.

Fem reader is also ego centric (and arrogant) here and there but not always sometimes she can be very kind when she does things she likes such as making origami and being with her lover.

Origami

𖥔 Gyutaro & Daki x F!Reader

𖥔 Synopsis: Time with the origami demon

𖥔 What's in the web: minor character death, mostly platonic

𖥔 A/n: I didn't understand the part with the lover so I'm probably keeping it platonic. Reblogs are Appreciated!

Soft breezes pushed the colorful paper off the rooftop of the mansion, a sigh left your lips as they finally reached the bottom. The paper is being bent one more time, yet this time into a crane. You threw the crane over the edge, watching it fall.

The crane gracefully fell, then finally flapping its wings, her face lighting up upon seeing it as it fell onto the ground. She bent down to reach it and played with it, moving it in her hand and caressing at it. After a while, it sat in her hand, not before expanding and wrapping around her.

Gracefully, she fell into the floor and onto the roof where you sat. And afterwards? Let's say she went missing.

You roamed around the high-class grounds, where rumors that they were much better tasting, yet none of the other demons acted upon it. So, now you were here, watching your origami pieces float away to the red-district.

They always went there when the wind was rough, but sometimes victims were much harder to catch because of it. There it was, a disturbance in your area, the paper spider's thread around your hand shivered with distress.

You stayed on the roof, eyes on the rooftops just in case it was one of those Hashiras. Maybe one of them finally found you after all these years. How so? You were considered to be an uppermoon, yet no one could get you, not even Muzan who sent multiple threats to you, but never acted upon them.

"What bothersome Hashira is gonna come now?" You groaned as you quickly prepared a few paper lotus and hexagons.

You lowered yourself to the roof of the mansion, hiding your position as much as possible. It was like time stopped, two demons rose from the ground and up to the roof of another mansion, just a ways away from you.

"Muzan's lackies? Hah!" You laughed. "What a pathetic sight. He finally attacked after all these years. "

You stood back up and looked at them as they noticed you. Their eyes widening at the sight of you, ripped yukata with paper figures surrounding you. They came slowly, almost as if they were curious about you.

Once they arrived at the mansion you were standing on, they took glances at you then at the paper. You looked down at your feet, stepping on the colorful paper then back at them with a confused expression.

"What do you want?" You asked, eyes glaring at the two demons.

"What are those?" The girl asked. "Did you make those creatures with the paper?"

"Of course, she did. Hey! How'd ya make them?" The man barked.

You looked down then back up at them, they seemed relatively new. Like they didn't know you could kill them at any time for overstepping your boundary. A sigh left your lips as you reached down to grab a small pink square.

"I'll show you how to make a crane, BUT- you have to stay out of my territory. Understand?"

They nodded as they sat down and looked at you impatiently, the girl was like a child while the man looked like he was dragged here. You slid two pieces of paper in their direction, both of them fighting over the color.

"You want to start with the white side facing you, fold the top corner to the bottom corner, you can grab any corner. The color will then be facing you. Now, fold the right corner to the left corner. You got it."

They both nodded as they held the folded papers in their hands.

'What a pathetic sight to see myself in, teaching two people how to make origami. How sad.' You thought as you started instructing once more.

"You're really strong, (Y/n)." Daki pestered. "Maybe you should-"

"Daki." You stopped her. "I'm not joining Muzan now matter how hard he tries, I do not wished to be controlled by a freak."

Daki pouted and grabbed a paper lotus and prodded at it.

"Hey, (Y/n)" She spoke out, already bored of the one second silence. "Why do you like origami so much?"

You looked down at the street vendors at the red-district, visiting both of them after a long time, questioning how to answer.

"I suppose I just loved it. My parents thought I was insane staying inside and messing with the paper."

"When you were..."

"Yeah..."

Gyuutaro listened in, watching your moves and your hands, now steadying themselves to finish Daki's heart request.

"You know Muzan is coming for us, right?" Gyuutaro stepped in.

"I know," You responded, a somber look on your face as you held the heart in your hand, "but that doesn't mean he can do that to you again. I don't want that for both of you."

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nut-in-me-jojo · 1 year

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Been considering doing a mini Gyutaro side project just to keep myself refreshed while working on AWB.

So if I were to do so, I’m curious to see which you would all rather see🤔

#demon slayer smut #gyutaro #gyutaro x you #gyutaro x y/n #gyutaro smut #gyutaro shabana #kimetsu no yaiba gyuutarou #gyutaro x reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer gyutaro #kny gyuutaro #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x female reader #gyutaro kny

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lexinympho · 2 years

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ModernAU! Gyutaro who has a less-than-ideal job and will knock people in the jaw without a care in the world if they manage to piss him off just right. Despite his intimidating aura and blackened background, he'll fall to his knees at the mere sight of you, even go stupid in the head when you look at him with pure adoration and touch his arm affectionately.

And you, you show no fear, never have. You know how soft this man becomes for you, you've seen how he cares for his sister. Everyone tries to tell you you're just blinded by love, but you beg to differ.

And him, he never expresses his internal problems that arise when vermin tell him he doesn't deserve you, but you can see his struggles without any magnifying glass to aid you. You somehow quell his fears without calling them out, and he makes it known how much he appreciates you being in his life, loving him for who he is.

#gyutaro x y/n #shabana gyutaro x reader #gyuutaro x reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer gyutaro #kimetsu no yaiba x you #i'm amazed by how quickly i threw this together--why can't i always be this efficient #truth be told this didn't even need to be modern au lol #«lexi's writing»

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koishishi · 1 year

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Another Gyutaro x GN!reader concept

Hello, I'm back with another concept. I sometimes can't bring myself to actually write a chapter because i feel embarrassed for some reason but here i am. Modern!demon slayer setting. Again

Warning: Grammar errors (and cringe)

Another concept because i see the school one quite a lot-

POV: reader

Finding an apartment to a city you've never been to is difficult, considering the fact that i also don't know anyone here yet. So when i got the opportunity to find an apartment with someone who's willing to share it with me, i was overjoyed.

Though.. There's something weird about the people that lives next to us. There's always this weird aura that it gives off whenever i pass it. Residents just simply told me to ignore and try not to interact with anyone residing there.

The only person that only ever leaves the apartment is a white haired person and many of our interactions were either passing each other or we'll glance at each other before we part ways

Well that was short but i hope you get the concept. I might actually start this one because i accidentally started writing the first bit of the first chapter. But still, you're free to let me know what you think :p

#gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x y/n #gyutaro x reader #gyuutaro #ume #kny daki #x reader #daki demon slayer

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ryotono · 1 year

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More Upper moons and [Y/N] and quotes and Chaos, curse and whatever the god damnit it's this

Enjoy! :D

[Y/N]: good evening, my only amazing master Muzan, the glorious king of demons

Muzan: what did you do?

[Y/N]: I burned down a city

Muzan: what

[Y/N]: yeah ik I f*cked up but listen-

Muzan: [Y/N] YOUR MISSION WAS NOT EVEN NEAR A CITY, HOW DO YOU BURNT A WHOLE CITY?

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[Y/N]: I will die for you.

Kokushibo: we are demons, in fact we can't just die

[Y/N]: I would take a bullet for you

Kokushibo: It wouldn't affect you

[Y/N]: I WOULD SET MYSELF IN THE SUN FOR YOU

Kokushibo: don't be dumb and kill yourself, you need to serve Muzan

[Y/N]: kokushibo for the glory of akaza tits, pls accept my demonstration of love

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Douma: ngl master Muzan, but [Y/N] is your favorite isn't?

Muzan: of course they are, they can f*ck the whole mission? Yeah, but at least THEY COMPLETE THE MISSION, THING NONE OF YOU DO, Y'ALL PIECE OF DOG SHI-

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Daki: oh yeah, how did you get rid of that group of slayers?

[Y/N]: well...

Demon slayers: We got you demon, there's nowhere to run!

[Y/N]: Guess have no choice, going to use mine Blood Demon Art...

[Y/N]: SHIMMY YAY SHIMMY YA SWALLA LA LA

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Kokushibo introduces Kaigaku to the rest of the upper moons:

Kaigaku: hi

[Y/N]: what the f*ck was that

Kaigaku: It was me, Kaigaku, the new upper moon

[Y/N]: oh, jesus christ! Is that a fucking Gremlin?

kokushibo: [Y/N] no

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Akaza: How are we going to tell Muzan that we failed the mission?

[Y/N]: distracting him!

Akaza: how?

[Y/N]:

Akaza: ?

[Y/N], dancing: tell me, tell me, tell me, you, want me, want me-

Akaza: NO

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After Swordsmith Village Arc events:

Muzan: [Y/N] what do you have there?

[Y/N]: oh, after you sent me to help Gyokko and Hantengu and they failed miserably, I was on my way back and found this doll.

Muzan: doll?

[Y/N]: yeah look! (show Yoriichi Type Zero)

Muzan: FUCK-

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Extra!

X: What's your opinion on [Y/N]?

Muzan: just another lazy pig who works for me (you are his favorite child)

Kokushibo: as longs they serve Muzan, I'm fine (he loves you)

Douma: [Y/N]? I love [Y/N]! Even when I can hear they walking inside my walls, threatening me, almost ripping my head of, and giving me nightmares every night, I love them!

Akaza: it's okay ( he loves you too, especially after you beat his ass in a fight)

yes you're strong as hell here love u

Hantengu was crying a lot, so take it as his opinion.

Nakime: PLEM PLEM PLEM sorry (Translation: she likes you, good job!)

Gyokko: That Satan and Lucifer bastard child, always breaks my pretty pots and calls my art bullshit! (bc it's bullshit, anyway, Gyokko doesn't like you since he gifted you a pot, you yelled "YEET" and threw it away)

Daki: [Y/N] is not like these uglies, they have good taste! She is referring to herself (She adores you and would do anything to protect you, but would probably fail and call her brother)

Gyuutaro: meh they cool I guess (Guess what! He loves when you hangout with him and his sister and you ofc)

You three match nail color

Kaigaku: Terrifies me (In fact, he is traumatized because of you)

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More Extra! (Because I think this post is short, and not that funny)

[Y/N] missions be like:

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That's all for today!

Thank you all for interact with my other post about [Y/N] and Upper moon, makes me really happy, love y'all!

Again, sorry for any spelling mistakes, english is not my first language.

Bye ;)

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bleach-your-panties · 2 months

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ᯓ★BATTLE OF THE BANDS 🎸

As a part of March Craze 2024, I have three fics planned: all involving band AUS.

[Title Classified🔏] x Toge Inumaki prev apart of the 'aita' collab by @/antizenin (deactiv.)

"Crybaby" x Sen Kaibara for @/honeybleed's underrated characters collab. will contain black!y/n.

"Battle of the Bands" x Gyuutaro featuring @/nymphoheretic's band AU as well as mine. also part of her poppin' cherries collab 🍒

ᯓ★All three of these fics will contain explicit sexual content, and the Toge fic will also contain dark content and dark themes.

Curate your own online experience.

BATTLE OF THE BANDS ©️bleach-your-panties 2024. do NOT steal, copy, alter, rewrite, repost, or upload my works onto other sites. comments and reblogs always welcome.

#toge inumaki x reader #sen kaibara x reader #gyuutaro x reader #byp botb 24🎸#byp2024🏀#byp🌹#divider creds: benkeibear #divider creds: firefly-graphics

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kisatsutainet · 2 years

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— 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒.—

Below, our bunnies’ works starring our playboy, Gyuutaro.

WRITING.

references: sfw, nsfw, dc.

🐰 — SOULMATES ; by @httptamaki ( nsfw )

🐰 — TAKE ME OUT ; by @uzuiz ( nsfw )

🐰 — BATHS ; by @httptamaki ( sfw )

🐰 — GREEK LIFE AU ; by @uzuiz ( nsfw )

VISUAL WORKS.

references: sfw, nsfw, dc.

[ COMING SOON. ]

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dumbdemonslayertexts · 3 years

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Can I request gyutaro having a crush on a black fem reader?

YES BB!! I HOPE THIS IS IC ENOUGH!!

"...for real, i was so happy we got paired together for this-- i know how much you're into historical weaponry and stuff so," you set out your notebook to a blank page, adding it to the spread across the available surface with your notes for the week between you both, along with the paper that listed all criteria for your upcoming project at the table you and gyuutaro shared. you were already buzzing with ideas and eager for his input, "i knew you were getting an A whoever you ended up with!"

looking up, finally, you notice deep absence glossing over his face. his eyes were somewhat downcast, lids drooping even heavier than usual... lost somewhere in thought so distant that you realized he hadn't heard a word you'd said from the time you'd both sat down.

"hey," you called softly. your voiced looked to capture his attention, but you were already about to drown in embarrassment for having so thoroughly bored him, and this quickly. it hadn't even been five minutes. you managed to give a caring smile once his gaze met yours, even over the dread expanding in your chest, asking him quietly, "you okay..?"

"oh. yeah, sorry, i'm cool," he laid an arm on the table, resting his cheek over a fist before he was swept away in the same current of thought that carried him off in the first place.

the truth was, he had spent the last however long clamoring mentally to talk himself down. in the time he and you and been named partners and left your desks to share a larger table, gyuutaro had caught himself staring more times than he could count. watching you walk in front of him, catching the scent of you as you sat so closely, even caught up in the elegance of your fingers spacing out sheets of fucking paper for the two of you to reference. all of it had him drifting into the clouds. your skin was glowing even more now with the summer months upon the year, your lips were so tantalizing with the gloss you had on--tinted slightly orange and juicy enough to want to bite into. you had your hair in a low puff, and the overhead lights reflected on your curls and your smoothed parting like they were a work of art. they were to him. you were. fuck, man. this girl is unreal.

he forced himself to tear his eyes away and glue them to the wall. otherwise his ribs would shatter from his heart pounding through them.

"i know, i need to take it down like fifty whole notches, right?," he heard you nervously laughing, fighting to rescue the moment from the awkward silence threatening you. "got you bored as hell already, huh."

"what?" he was snapped out of it in an instant, "bored? you're crazy..."

his words, you could tell, were meant to soothe your doubts, but his tone read of hesitancy. and it spoke much louder for him.

"gyuutaro, trust me, it's alright. i got a big mouth, itn't anything new."

"no, y/n, nah, i'm," he shifted in his seat, letting his gaze slip to straight ahead of him, "i'm just an idiot."

his voice was so dejected and low that it pained you, but he spoke again before you could argue.

"and you look unbelievable today..." he spoke almost with longing, "shit, every day... "

his disposition turned on a dime after that, and he faced you with a grin more aligned with his normal self. "too bad you got stuck with my ugly ass for two weeks, right?"

when your lips landed at his cheek, his body and brain froze.

"if you think i think you're ugly, you are an idiot."

#gyuutarou x reader #gyuutaro x reader #gyutaro x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #black reader #black y/n #demon slayer x poc reader #demon slayer x black reader

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tothemeadow · 3 years

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Hi! May I please have a hotdog with cheese and onion rings for Gyutaro?

Yes you certainly may!

Summer Feelings Event

'dirty little secret' / Gyuutaro x Reader

warnings: NSFW, public sex, slow fucking/cockwarming

words: 364

“You shouldn’t squirm so much,” Gyuutaro drawls into your ear, voice dark, low. “Man, imagine if everyone knew what was going on under this blanket.”

You hate that he’s right. Around you, the other Upper Moons crowd around the roaring fire, chattering amongst themselves and slugging back drinks – human blood, of course. Meanwhile, you stay perched on top of Gyuutaro’s lap, a thick blanket wrapped around the both of you. Your pants and panties are hiked down your thighs, clinging to the tops of your knees; Gyuutaro’s clothes are in a similar fashion to yours, his long, veiny cock stuffed deep inside your pussy.

It’s so hard keeping your composure. All you want to do is bounce on his cock, make him grunt and curse into your neck like he always does whenever you ride him. You feel the rumble of his chest through your back as he purrs, resting his chin on the crook of your shoulder while his hands tighten their grip on your thighs. He makes easy work of rocking you onto him, the movements deep and slow. Shit, you just want him to ram into that tight pussy of yours, to manhandle your thighs and breasts while you make a show for everyone else.

“Gyuutaro,” Daki speaks up, a pout evident on her pretty face, “you haven’t been saying much.”

“Mmm,” Gyuutaro hums, “it’s because (y/n)’s so warm, you know? Makes me wanna sleep.” Oh, you’re warm alright, smug little bastard.

“Ooo, can I join in on the cuddles?” Douma chirps, clapping his hands together. “She’s always so soft and warm – I wanna hold her, too!”

“No can do,” Gyuutaro mumbles. “All of this is mine.”

The very word has you squeezing down on his cock. Gyuutaro quickly nips at your shoulder in warning. Don’t make a scene.

“I don’t think you’d want to join,” you tell Douma. “Gyuutaro’s all bone and nothing else.” You smirk when Gyuutaro pinches your thigh. Dirty bitch, keep your mouth shut.

Douma blinks owlishly. “Come again?”

To the side, Kokushibou groans as he slings back the rest of his drink. “Gods, I really wish my brother would’ve killed me.”

Uh oh, the secret’s out.

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #gyuutaro x reader #kny gyuutaro #kny gyutaro #summer feelings event

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tinaotaku · 3 years

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Moshi moshi

Could you please do yandere Muzan x dark breather pillar

Like the reader was fighting daki & gyuutaro

Then daki remember that she cannot hurt the pillar It was an order from muzan to bring the pillar

To him alive ?

I’m sorry if it’s too hard or something!!

Note: I made this request halfway until my hand clicked on the X button. :( I’m so so sorry... but I will write more! Don’t worry. (Edited)

Daki’s eyes widened as she saw a crack in your defense. She ran and jumped through the air and aimed for your head. Being a Pillar you are, you dodge the attack easily and push the Nichirin blade through her stomach. You wanted to kill the Upper Moon 6 fast and swiftly, but her brother went somewhere else which makes you a bit suspicious.

Well, it’s not every day you see a demon left his kind. But again, they are demons, you couldn’t understand their way of thinking.

The blade that went through her stomach is covered with blood. It’s quite disgusting and smells bad. You kicked her body and sighed.

“How weak,” you commented harshly. Daki, on the ground, is coughing badly. She covered her mouth as blood kept running and spilled the ground. Daki tried to call her brother, but alas she choked on her blood. You glared at her before slowly walking to her.

“Daki, isn’t it?” You asked, dragging your blade on the ground. “I thought Upper Moon 6 will be a lot stronger than those lowly demons. Guess that isn’t true, huh?” You snickered.

Daki glared at that comment.

She is strong! Muzan compliments her and told her that she was ‘special’ She is strong and beautiful, more than everyone she had come across, but in the presence of the Dark Breather Hashira, the feeling of insecurity came to her heart. Not only she is jealous of her beauty, but her powers and breathing technique are also something the demons have never seen!

Of course, all of the demons know this particular pillar. Her shiny hair and cold eyes are something that they are afraid of, next to Muzan’s of course.

Her name is (Y/n) (L/n). Nobody knows where she came from, where did she learn the technique, or her age. She is mysterious. Oyakata-sama knows that behind that thick shell, lays a very lonely woman that has nowhere to go. So he decided to have her in the demon slayer corps.

All of the Hashira respected her. Heck, they are reluctant to greet her! The Dark Breather Hashira has a reputation to hold. Her achievements in the corps are not something you should underestimate.

In her life, she killed more than 300 demons and 6 Lower Moon on the same night. Yes, you read that right. She slaughtered those and returned without a scratch on her body. Oyakata-sama organizes a huge party for the next 3 days which he invited all of the Demon Slayer Corps to celebrate. Meanwhile, the Dark Breather Pillar didn’t think too much of it, and decided to end the night by sleeping on her estate.

As the first Pillar to achieve this, lots of the slayer beg her to make them her tsuguko and her answer will be a ‘no’. None of those pesky slayers caught her eyes.

In her mind, Demons and Humans are all the same. They either wanted money, power, woman. or position. They have the same sins, none of them is ‘innocent’ or ‘sinful’ None of them is higher than the others.

Next is how she injured Akaza more than 15 times, whether it’s to cut his arms, legs, eyes, even almost cutting his head off. Douma, on the other hand, is having a hard time catching up with her. Her attacks are magnificent and gorgeous. His attacks never reach her. Kokushibou’s pride is crushed when she pinned him to the ground easily.

Alas, all of the Demons went back to the Fortress. They were lectured by Muzan and almost killed for the 2nd time. Muzan at first was surprised to see the 3 Demons almost died in their blood. He can’t imagine how strong this woman would be, or how surprising her breathing technique will be.

It’s safe to say that he is more than intrigued.

After that scenario, he secretly stalks her. None of the Upper Moon knows what is his purpose. The more he stalked her the more he turned insane, everybody knows this.

Nakime claimed that she heard Muzan talking to the mirror about her.

Akaza was ordered to go and bought lots of expensive kimono.

Kokushibou admits he found hundreds of poems scattered around Muzan’s chamber. All of them are dedicated to (Y/n) (L/n), the Dark Breather Pillar.

So all of the Upper Moons claimed that Muzan is obsessed. Probably because he didn’t understand what love is and thought that his obsession was love.

After waiting for more than 2 years, he finally makes a move which is to order Daki and Gyuutaro to bring her to his side. He couldn’t wait and make her his. His patience is running thin ever since he found that Hanafuda-earring boy having a mission with the Dark Breather Pillar. His jealousy made him kill his ‘wife’ and ‘daughter’ claiming that she will not look at his eyes if she knows that he is not ‘available’

Daki on the other side hates it when she knew that she has to get the strongest pillar in history. That’s why Gyuutaro was dragged into this mess. He knows that whether to help Daki or not he will get killed. Going to this mission is just like going on a suicide mission.

So they went to a nearby village and slaughtered them in 3 days. It’s enough to make the HQ send a pillar. To their luck, the Dark Breather Pillar came and was ordered to eliminate all of the Demons.

To the Pillar side, she knows having to fight Upper Demons is going to be an easy thing. But the thing that made the Pillar suspicious is the Demons aren’t focused on fighting her. No, they are afraid to hurt her. They remembered what Muzan told them, which is to ‘not hurt her’ in any way.

Now, Muzan is listening to Gyuutaro’s rubbish. Gyuutaro is afraid as hell, as he remembered how he left his sister fighting the Pillar. No matter how heartless he is, he still loves his sister.

Muzan sighed before standing up.

“If you can’t capture her, then expect a punishment when I came back,” It’s his only response before going to the village. Gyuutaro’s heart didn’t calm down. At least, it’s better than getting killed by a human than having a punishment from Muzan.

***

Daki growled as she tried to heal her hand. It seems like it’s impossible because no matter how hard she tried, she still can’t do it. Someone or something is blocking it.

You realized her situation before smiling ‘innocently’, “Oh, dear, did that hurt? I suppose you can’t do it because of the WIsteria Poison, huh?” Daki’s eyes widened at that name. Sooner or later, she will die from it.

Of course, you didn’t pick the strongest poison. After spending more than half of your life slaughtering more than 500 Demons, you decided to ‘play’ with her first. After all, whether you were killed or kills someone is not that important. Besides, Oyakata-sama is using you to defeat Muzan. He never really cares about you in the first place.

You readied your blade before running to her face. Her eyes widened not because of you, but because of Muzan in the back are staring at you with lust and ‘love’

Muzan being an impatient demon he quickly hits your neck, which makes you faint in a second. Muzan looked into your unconscious state where he loves it so much. Oh, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on your body and soul! He’ll make sure to pamper you with lots of ‘love’ and other things.

His mind is filled with thousands of scenarios where you will be pregnant with his child, or simply accompany him working at his lab. He is impatient as hell. So he glared at Daki, mentioning how disappointed he is at her work and will punish her at the Fortress.

***

You looked into the mirror as you combed your long hair. The smell of fresh marechi blood was served in front of you. But you have no intention to drink it now because you have no appetite.

Muzan quietly opened the door before closing it. His sinister smile is making you a bit worried however, you know that Muzan will not hurt you in any way. Even almost choking him to death, he still ‘loves’ you very much. You can see it hidden in his eyes.

Muzan went to your back before hugging your body tightly. “Dear, are you ready?” He whispered in your ears. His low voice sends a shiver down to your spine but you’re hiding it very well.

You looked into his eyes before nodding, “Yes, Muzan-sama”

Muzan smile’s widening before landing a kiss on your forehead. “That’s the beautiful demon I knew. So obedient and cute, just how I like you,” Muzan’s comment made you blushed but your mind kept shouting at you to run from this beast. There’s something wrong in his mind. You couldn’t put your finger on it no matter how hard you tried.

A Biwa sound was heard, before he and you are standing in front of the HQ, ready to kill all of the Slayers.

Let’s say the both of you (with the help of the Upper Moons) are close to having a victory. Most of the Hashira’s are killed by your hands.

You weren’t going to lie, they put up a very bad fight. You quickly slashed their head in one quick motion.

One of the Hashira with purple eyes stabbed you in your shoulder. Frankly, you don’t feel anything at all, not even pain. So you grabbed her neck and threw her into the ground with minimal effort. You knew she’s going to die from her broken ribs so you left her and find more Demon Slayers to their death.

Not long later, you find a man scattered with scars. His blade is covered with blood as he tried to slash your neck. He is screaming some gibberish stuff before pointing his blade at your chest. You being Muzan’s mate dodged it before kicking his pathetic stomach. You glared into his existence before walking to the other side of the HQ.

-Timeskip-

After Muzan killed Oyakata-sama with his wife and children, he knows that the Hanafuda-earring boy is near his beautiful mate. His blood quickly boiled before running to your side.

On the other side, you looked at the Maroon head with his sister trying to kill you. You never realized how familiar this warmth is. Your mind suddenly remembered how warm his smile is. You also remembered how those pink-eyes looked at you with love and adoration.

When did you meet them? More importantly, do you know these children?

If so, then why can’t you remember anything other than waking up with Muzan on your side?

Tanjiro yelled before doing the Hinokami Kagura Dance.

“My name is Kamado Tanjiro and you are one of the Hashira! You are the strongest woman I’ve met! If only you realized how hesitant the Hashira in killing you, you surely know them as being your comrade!”

That fact almost hit you like a brick.

You realized how you live your human life before turned into a demon by Muzan.

You also realized whether you hate or like the Hashira, you know that they are a great friend and they will never leave you alone.

All of the human memories came back to you before Tanjiro’s head fell to the ground. His lifeless eyes told you to leave that Demon alone and went to the afterlife instead. Nezuko in the other hand was pinned by Kokushibou.Your eyes are filled with tears before Muzan wiped one that fell.

You can’t let them die! No, you can’t!

“I’m sorry, dear, but you must not remember all of this. I’m sorry for making you remember... I’ll swear that you will spend the rest of your life with me,”

The next day, you woke up without remembering any memories. Muzan looked into your lifeless eyes as he whispered to you, “Welcome back, my dear,”

#muzan #kibutsuji muzan #muzan x reader #muzan kibutsuji #muzan-kibutsuji-x-reader #kimetsu muzan #yandere-muzan #yandere+kimetsu+no+yaiba #Kimetsu no Yaiba #KNY #demon slayer #demon

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zodiacs-web · 2 years

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Hello!

Can i request Gyutaro x fem! Reader please?

Imagine the reader is the owner of restaurant near the kyogoku house where daki works, reader is a very kind person who would give free foods to sick or poor people which makes gyutaro notice her,then meet her to see her reactions which turns out making gyutaro fell in love deeper.

(Oh dear, my imaginations ideas are getting wild😂)

I hope you have a nice day!!^^

Hunger

𖥔 Gyutaro x F!Reader

𖥔 Synopsis: Falls in love with the owner of the reataurant

𖥔 What's in the web: nothing much

𖥔 Part 2

It's always been a usual thing for patrons of houses to serve food to them. Yet, seeing a restaurant open just for others not attending the feast of pleasure, but for hunger. For one, he didn't realize that many didn't need the pleasure of another, but something as much as eating brought one another together.

That was something you strived for, to be honest, you never actually saw your restaurant gaining traction. So, seeing many wait in line for the pleasure of enjoying your food made you happy. The giddy feeling in your chest flying every time someone complimented the hospitality your place gave.

There was another thing you wanted to give. Give to those who couldn't lead a life due to their place at the bottom of the barrel. Happily serving those who came into your restaurant with either pristine boxed lunches or divine platers. He paid no mind, you're just a restaurant owner.

Every day he watched the ones with nothing beg and beg for something, only to be given disgusting pitiful looks. For a while, there was this old man with his four children, bones prominent from their skin as they walked by begging.

A sigh left his lips, this country doesn't give an ounce of care to their homeless even in need of jobs they're considered nothing. This time they looked different. The kids held proper clothing while their complexions were healthier than last time.

What could have changed in these past few weeks? He saw more poor people, smiles on their faces as they headed a specific way. It was your restaurant, they were waiting outside near the back of it. They all sat down on the floor with makeshift tables in the middle of the groups.

Then the door opened, and there you were, holding plates of food and handing them out to people. Boxed lunches dropped off as the ones who took them head off. He stopped to look at you, a blush on your cheeks and a grin as everyone thanked you.

He felt something in his stomach, was this hunger? No, it feels like something else. He hasn't felt this way in such a long time, it felt euphoric, and he wanted more. He searched for other ways to feel this feeling he had with you, and seemingly he had no luck.

Was it only with you? He had a hard time believing this feeling. On one hand, he believed he was just hungry, and on the other, he felt as if this was a delusion. He didn't know and wanted to know. Maybe all he had to do was go to the source of his frustration.

Standing at the top of your restaurant, he waited until you closed, which in his mind took centuries. He watched all the people leave, grins on their faces, one he wished to leave once he speaks to you. Wait. Did he hear that right? Leave with a smile on his face.

It's just hunger, there's nothing more to it.

Just as everything closed, he quickly slipped in. Looking around, he noticed he was in a room full of boxes, all filled with utensils and other utilities. He didn't have time for this, he needed to see you. As he ran to the shoji, he ripped it open, and there you were, right in front of him.

He was going too fast, he quickly placed his hands on the wall right above you. He looked down and noticed your expression. A shocked face, but an adorable one that soon turned into fear. He didn't really like that look on your face, he'd rather get rid of it, to be honest.

"I'm not here to hurt you." He murmured. "Don't be afraid."

Noticeably, you gulped and attempted to calm yourself down. Wiping the threatening tears off with your yukata, you took a deep breath.

"Why are you here then?" You trembled.

"I'm not sure."

You both stood there in awkward silence, unable to figure out what to do next. While you stood there in fear, he eyed your entire figure, eyes fixating on your face most of the time.

"Beautiful..."

A murmur from his lips, your beady eyes widened a bit, lips slightly open, and a hand on your chest. Oh, he liked that. He could stay forever staring at you, but unfortunately, he had to leave.

"(Y/n)-sama. I've got the requested items for you!" The voice at the bottom of the restaurant boomed.

Quickly, he turned around, back to the room and stood by the window. He turned around one last time, oh he loved seeing your expression. Almost a sorrowful one, like you wanted to say something, but he had to leave. And off he went.

Standing on the roof of your palace, a blush crept onto him. He's thrown himself into a rabbit's hole of emotions and there's no escape from the hunger of seeing your expressions.

#gyutaro x reader #kny #demon slayer #kimestu no yaiba #gyutaro #gyutaro x you #gyutaro x y/n #kimestsu no yaiba gyutaro #kny gyutaro #gyuutarou #kny gyuutaro #fem reader #female reader

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nut-in-me-jojo · 1 year

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Always Will Be - Chp.9

Pairing: Yan!Gyutaro x Fem!Reader Chapter: 9 Series Warnings: NSFW, extreme depictions of death, extreme violence, dead dove don’t eat, forced relationship, yandere, non/dubious consent, kidnapping, degradation, slut shaming, stockholm syndrome, poverty, dacryphilia, misogyny, dumbification, (If you don’t like dark yandere’s this story isn’t for you.) Word Count: 2.9K Summary: Gyutaro has lived for over a century now, still plagued by memories of the past and haunted by its ghost. You are one of his only two regrets.

IMPORTANT CHAPTER NOTES:

I’m letting y’all know rn that there is an implied sex scene between minors (Yuna and Gyutaro) However, I decided to make this a “fade to black” situation, meaning there is nothing graphic regarding that scene. This scene is here because as the author, I find this event to be critical in conveying the nature of the relationship Yuna and Gyutaro had with one another to my readers. You have all been warned so I don’t want to hear SHIT about it.

Chapter Song:

Now, please enjoy✨

You knew this room to be unknown, yet familiar all the same. There was little to no light, only the soft gleam of the moon that crept inside through an open window, casting shadows across the shoebox of a room and the small pieces of furniture it held. There weren’t many, but you noticed how very dated they looked to be.

Someone sat crouched before you, the darkness obscuring their face from view, but the moonlight had just enough give to illuminate the outline of their wavy tresses and their messy topknot.

You didn’t need more to know exactly who it was. Startled by the intrusion, you instinctively wanted to cry out. But no sound came.

You wanted to ask your frightening regular of a customer what he was doing here in—what you suddenly considered to be—your room at this hour. What he wanted. If he was going to hurt you again. But none of those words slipped from your mouth.

Your lips felt sealed tight all this time despite your wishes. But they moved on their own as you whispered out in a hushed tone.

“You shouldn’t be here Gyu-Chan.”

“No, you shouldn’t be here.” Came your customers crackled whisper.

“You need to go, we’ll be in so much trouble if we’re caught.” You tried again.

“We won’t be if we’re not caught.”

You let out a huff, reluctantly accepting that he would not be leaving as you had advised.

“Are you doing alright?” He asked pensively.

“Yeah…I’m ok. It’s just like that bastard said, baths, a bed, and plenty to eat.” You replied solemnly.

“Have they made you…”

“No, not yet. But soon they will…they’ve already been talking about sending me to the harimise…to the highest bidder.”

The top-knotted figure shifted in his seat.

“This is all my fault, Yuna..” his scratchy voice lowed, “if I hadn’t been so fucking weak you’d still be-“

He was cut off as your lips slotted against his in one of the most loving kisses you’d ever bestowed in your life. Worlds different from any kiss you’d shared with customers.

“Shhh,” you hushed him as you withdrew, “you know it couldn’t be helped. And I’d do it again a hundred times over to save your life. I’m going to work hard here. I’m going to work so hard that Ume will never have to come to this place. I’ll get us enough money and we’ll leave and never come back just like we promised.” You assured him gently.

His lips pursed tightly. He knew you were putting on a strong face for him. He saw how you cried that day, how terrified you had been about almost being taken. How you started making Ume hold your hand anywhere she went. All those nights you’d sleep holding him tighter than usual. This place was Yuna’s idea of hell on Earth.

With each word you spoke, every name he had ever been called etched themselves deeper.

Worm. Dim-wit. Sad sack. Coward. Good-for-nothing.

All these names and then some combined weren’t enough to label something like him. Why couldn’t those men have killed him that day before she showed up. Had he just died then, there was a chance that those thugs would have given up their chase. Sure, she and Ume might have been upset. But he knew Yuna would take care of her for him. They would have been better off. If he had just died maybe she wouldn’t be here. He wouldn’t have this cross to bear. To know that he was why.

“My life isn’t worth yours…it’s not-“ a stifled sob leaving him as his guilt overwhelmed him and his composure dissolved despite your words. “I’m not worth your purity Yuna, I’m fucking worthless I’m not deserving of such sacrifice, I’m not-“

Your lips cut his off once more before they trailed to string kisses along each birthmark on his face. He was silent with the exception of a few sniffles as he let you kiss him how you pleased. “You are worth my purity, Gyu-Chan.” You cooed sweetly into his ear.

He shuddered under your hot breath, it took him a few seconds to realize what you had meant. He only stared off as you kept kissing his marks over. “You…don’t mean that.” He whispered out.

“Gyu-Chan please, I don’t want my first time to be with someone I don’t know.” Now it was your turn to cry as your voice threatened to crack. “I want it to be with someone I love. I want to have a choice in at least just this one thing…so please, will you be my first?”

Gyutaro sat back on his haunches, dumbstruck by what you were implying. In one way, there’s nothing he could’ve possibly wanted more in this world. In another, the very thought made him want to crawl out of his own skin.

Someone like you should never be tainted by something like him. The only reason you’re asking him is because of a simple shit-hand you’d been given in life. Had you been born in a normal life with a good family, you’d never even look at him. And you’d certainly never willingly lose your virginity to him. This isn’t real, none of this could be-

You’d been sitting there studying his expression and you knew he was gearing to retreat, so you grabbed ahold of his boney and calloused hands that you had come to love so dearly. “Please Gyu-Chan, my heart couldn’t take it if you say no.”

“This…isn’t right.” He muttered out.

Tears welled in your eyes once again as he was already making quick work of breaking your heart. “How is it not right? It couldn’t possibly be more perfect.” You warbled. “I-I promise no one else has ever touched me I-“

“I don’t care about that. I just shouldn’t touch you is all.”

Your brows knit as you grew more determined. “Gyu-Chan you are the only one I’ve loved since the day we met. I asked to be your friend because I wanted to. And now I ask you to be my first because I want you to be.”

Gyutaro merely sat in place, his gaze shifting from your breaking one to his lap, downcast and unconvinced.

All his life, he had lived by a saying. To take before you are taken from. He had put it upon himself to teach Ume as well as Yuna this. He felt this phrase, this teaching, would keep them safe. It was all he had known, it’s what the world itself had conditioned him to believe.

But yet, Gyutaro felt it vile for the likes of him to take something so precious from Yuna. He’d never been in this position before, never had to take from her before. Because despite his best efforts, Yuna had never quite grasped his philosophy. The way she ever so faithfully shared all she had with him and his sister proved it. Her food was their food. Their tears were her tears. Her love was their love.

She gave all she could no matter how little it may have been. And it wasn’t until now that Gyutaro realized he didn’t live up to his own motto either, because he had always done the same for her.

He had always wanted many things in this life. But was always mercilessly denied them. Deep down the one thing he wanted above all else was to love and be loved. Something he felt he could never understand no matter how much he desired it because it would never authentically be his.

Yuna may not realize it, but he did, she didn’t mean what she was asking. She didn’t want him. How could she? How could anyone? It felt unfair to deny her of her request, what right did he have to tell her no when her situation was his own fault?

Ever such an opportunist, it went against Gyutaro’s nature to not take advantage. He felt any scraps that came his way were the least this world could do for him and he would take without a second thought.

But not her.

Ripping his hands from yours, he briskly made way to the window he’d snuck in through. You didn’t know what you were doing. He couldn’t rectify your fate here. He couldn’t go back and keep you from having ever met him and change any of this. All he could do now was keep you from making an even further mistake on him.

He was always quick on his feet. But you had always been neck to neck with him. He froze as your firm grip clasped the back of his obi.

“Gyutaro…”

A shiver ran down his spine as his full name left your lips, a rarity to say the least.

“You can go if you really want to…but first I want you to ask yourself, when have I ever asked anything from you?”

He was silent, though his arm remained outstretched to his exit.

“More importantly, when have I ever lied to you?”

Gyutaro’s muscles finally laxed slightly as he was forced to reflect.

“I know what you’re thinking. You think I’m too stupid, too naive to make my own choices. That I don’t know what I’m saying. Am I right or am I right?”

His unyielding silence being broken by your half-hearted chuckles. “I know, I know you so well huh?”

“Yuna-“ He tried to interject.

“What hurts is that I thought you would know me well enough by now to know that if I’d ask something of you, I must know…but you doubt me because you doubt yourself so much. That’s not fair to me.”

His hand finally dropped from the windowsill to his side as you circled around to face him. “What more do I have to do to prove that I love you, Gyu-Chan?”

He swallowed thickly as your gaze held his. “You…really love me?” His voice nearly inaudible.

Raising to your tiptoes to meet his towering height, your lips meshed with his. His arms instinctively wrapping around you to seize everything he’d ever wanted, as if it would slip away just as soon as it had appeared.

Nose to nose, you withdrew to answer him properly. “When have I ever lied to you?” You repeated.

This time, you were met by no resistance as you guided him back to your bed.

It was starting to dawn on Gyutaro that maybe he’d had his desire the entire time. That maybe this wasn’t by chance, but in fact he was chosen. Whether it was only wishful thinking or not he didn’t care. For the first time, all the hate and doubt in his heart parted just enough for him to believe right now. That for once, it was fortunes turn.

“I promise…you’re the only person I want to touch me.” You vowed, guiding one of his hands to rest atop your thigh. “I think we deserve to have what we want…just once.”

Gyutaro felt as if she had read his mind. She must have. For things to make so much sense in this moment. For his love for her to eclipse his hate for himself. For his twisted gangly body to feel so destined against her sublime curves on this quiet night that they both could almost believe was anywhere but here.

Your eyes shot open as you sat straight up in bed. You were in your room again. Your real room.

You sat there dumbly as you stared out into your room, almost as if it was expected to provide you some sort of explanation. But you had only woken with far more questions than answers.

But as your breathing and heart rate steadied themselves, the real answer became clear. It was just a dream.

Thoughts overflowing as you scour your psyche for any answer as to why you would dream of this man you feared so much. Had it been just a flatout nightmare, it would’ve made more sense than…

Your cheeks burned hot with shame as you thought over what you had asked of him in your dream.

God, you were sick.

You knew you were by how deep inside, you wished that’s how things could’ve been for you.

Your dream hadn’t been just a dream nor a nightmare, but rather a dirty disgusting fantasy your subconscious had chose to torture you with.

You knew what was happening here and you couldn’t stomach it. You were growing fond of your customer.

You knew it by how you suddenly found yourself praying to any god that would listen to bring him back to you. And how you pleaded to them, telling them that “soon” wouldn’t be soon enough in your eyes.

What had changed? What had happened to you? Since when does sucking a man off ever do this to you?

Having decided you had wasted enough time by now, you got up and folded away your bed. You had chores to do around the house before it was time to get to real work for the night.

But as you carried on with your day, not once did he leave your thoughts. As you polished floors, prepped vegetables for lunch, and scrubbed dishes; he lingered in the back of your mind. No matter where you went, you couldn’t shake the feeling of his gaze on you. At any moment, you felt that the second you’d blink he’d be at your side with that same mystifying speed of his, glowering down at you like always.

All day your mind asked the same things. Anxiety would come in the form of, “Will he come tonight? What if I upset him again? Will he hurt me?”

But a thought that somehow felt even worse came, what if he didn’t show up tonight? Not just tonight, but ever again. Where would that leave you? Back at square one, forced to entertain any and all men that were willing to pay up no matter how old or disgusting they may be.

Why were you this pathetic? So lowly that you’d think this new sir of yours was such a better alternative to any other patron. This man had insulted you, threatened you, choked you, and had practically forced himself down your throat. It wasn’t just his words and actions that scared you so much, there was something about his presence alone that just reeked of danger. You had felt it from that first night you saw him in the harimise. He frightened you more than anyone ever had. So why?

As you carried on with your chores, you were too busy toiling away with your thoughts that you didn’t even notice all the whispers behind your back or the way everyone kept out of your path. Everyone else had heard of what was to come for you tonight. Except for you of course.

You were met by your reflection as you got ready for the night. Splotches of violet littered your neck that hurt just as bad as they looked. The knowledge that you had walked around like this all day burned at your ears. Perhaps if you weren’t so sick in the head, these bruises would serve as a bitter reminder of him. But with his pollution of your mind, they were just another present of his, a weighty necklace of rubies and amethyst he had left you. A sound mind would have called it for what it was. A collar.

About now you’d normally do your best to paint over them, but he’d made it very clear that he did not like the make-up. And he’d made it even more clear about the repercussions of doing something he didn’t like. You wondered briefly if you should abandon ship with the lipstick before your thoughts jumped to something else.

The perfume.

God forbid what would happen should you fail again to put on that perfume he generously gifted you. You clamored to grab it out of your drawers, best to put it on now lest you forget.

As the perfume set into your skin and clothes you let out a heavy sigh, one less thing to upset him was crossed off the list.

You checked yourself over and over again to ensure you hadn’t forgotten anything—or worse—done something you shouldn’t have when a detail of your dream suddenly came into focus.

Gyutaro

That was what you had called him.

Surely, that couldn’t really be his name right? It was hardly a name and more like a title.

Debt-collector

If it truly was his name, you wondered if he was some symbol of your karma. Perhaps you had done something so horrible that he was now here to collect from you. Whatever sin you could have committed for such punishment, you had no idea.

Without much thought, you watched as you uttered the name to your reflection. It formed easily on your tongue yet the name felt to be a curse just as much as a prayer.

You’d whispered it with both hope and dread that it would somehow summon him.

The emptiness that rushed you as he failed to manifest before your eyes was nauseating.

With nothing left to do, you were just about to force yourself to put on your nicer “work” kimono when the screech of your paper door slamming across in its tracks cut through the room like a knife. Your stomach flipped in both fear and a twisted sense of glee as you assumed it to be him. But as you whipped your head around, you were met by the sight of something you’d come to understand very soon was something far worse.

I TOLD y’all I hadn’t lost interest in writing this🥳

I’m sooooooooooooo sorry for how long it took me to write this, but I had a whole lot of life happen to me within this (almost) year it’s taken me to post lol.

One cool thing that happened in my absence is that I met the one and only Brandon McInnis. He’s a real nice guy, I told him I had to get his autograph since I write for Gyutaro and told him about this fic and he laughed and told me he’d check it out. I almost really hope he doesn’t😅 could you imagine? He’d be like “that girl was sweet but god damn she is FERAL” lmaooooooo I have his autograph posted on my tumblr if you wanna see! He had his artwork for his Gyutaro autographs custom made by an artist, he said he told them to make him “disturbingly attractive” and they really delivered I tell ya hwat lmfao

Anyway, I’m so very glad to be back!

#gyutaro #demon slayer #gyutaro x reader #yandere gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x y/n #kimetsu no yaiba gyuutarou #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer gyutaro #kny gyuutaro #gyutaro x you #yandere demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer x female reader #gyutaro kny

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zodiacs-web · 2 years

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Hey! ☺️ idk if you already planned on it, but my request would be a continuation, if you would like it, of the story about the restaurant owner and gyutaro! I think it’s a lovely idea. Maybe to wrap up things? I’ll leave it up to you! Xx

Hunger Pt. 2

𖥔 Gyutaro x F!Reader 𖥔 Synopsis: Gyuutaro falls for restaurant owner

𖥔 What's in the web: Fluff,

𖥔 A/n: My bad if it took too long, I was occupied with school.

𖥔 Part 1

Laying on the futon and attempting to sleep was such a struggle, all you could think about was the demon. You didn't even know anything about him, and you were already wishing to see him. For what purpose? You were debating many reasons.

There was just a sense of wanting to speak to him, like you want to know the answer so desperately, be it wrong or not. And it was wrong, but you were falling for it. All you wanted was for him to answer you, but now that you're standing behind your restaurant waiting says it all.

That word that drove you wild was actually your reason for being out here so late in the night. Beautiful. That one word that drove you up that wall, a word you rarely received in your life, and it was killing you slowly. And yet, there was this feeling, like butterflies in your stomach erupting from their cocoons at the mere thought of him.

You needed this closure, this connection to confirm your everlasting feeling. A disgruntled sigh left your lips as you looked up at the moon.

It felt late, too late and you didn't want to be out here anymore. It's fine though, not like anyone is going to hurt you, right? You pursed your lips and your head lowered; your eyes now glued onto your feet. Your sandals, the only thing you kept after selling everything to make this happen, still fit you after a few years.

Momentarily closing your eyes, you sighed once more feeling a sense of dread. Maybe he's not coming and it's getting cold, so you didn't want to stay out here for too long. You opened your eyes to see another pair of feet right in front of yours, the grey feet shuffling. Your head quickly looking up to see the man before you, involuntarily, smiling at him.

His face scrunched up in delight at the expression you made, smile as bright as diamonds, eyes glowing like the moon and your beauty radiating as ever. He felt nervous now that he realized the position he was in. Like before, his hands were right above your head looking down at you as he was drowning in your expressions.

And there he was, confirming your feelings.

"I-"

"I'm so happy to see you again!" You interrupted.

"Eh?!"

"Honestly, I've been waiting for you for such a long time." You squealed, "I was worried you wouldn't come.

"I... I want to speak to you!" He yelled a little groan of embarrassment leaving him.

Your eyes widened and your lips were still curved into a smile. Oh, he likes that expression too. He's feeding off of those and he can't help but be hungry for more. He finally came to terms with it after watching you from his sister's room, his face growing smiles as he watched yours bloom.

"I wanted to talk with you as well..." You stepped closer to him, "It feels wrong but maybe we can go somewhere."

His hands left the wall and over to your shoulders, you didn't jump, and you didn't have that scared expression on you like before. He loved this one you had right now. Eyes half-lidded with a smile that can power a city.

"I also... want to be with you." He quickly muttered the last part, hoping you wouldn't hear it.

"Be with me?" You giggled as he looked away in embarrassment. "I don't even know your name."

He stopped thinking for a second. That was true, he didn't give you his name. Well at that moment wasn't the perfect time but it can be ignored.

"My name is Gyutaro." He responded, "And yours?"

"My name is (Y/n) (L/n). I hope we can get along."

#zodiac's web #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro #kny gyuutaro #kny gyutaro #kny #kimetsu gyutaro #gyutaro x y/n #gyutaro x you #fem reader #female reader #kimetsu no yaiba gyutaro

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nut-in-me-jojo · 2 years

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Always Will Be - Chp.6

Pairing: Yan!Gyutaro x Fem!Reader

Chapter: 6

Series Warnings: NSFW, extreme depictions of death, extreme violence, dead dove don’t eat, forced relationship, yandere, non/dubious consent, kidnapping, degradation, slut shaming, stockholm syndrome, poverty, dacryphilia, misogyny, dumbification, (If you don't like dark yandere's this story isn't for you.)

Word Count: 4K

Summary: Gyutaro has lived for over a century now, still plagued by memories of the past and haunted by its ghost. You are one of his only two regrets.

Author Notes: PARASEXUAL ACTIVITY UP AHEAD!!! Yes, we've FINALLY made it to the NSFW parts so continue at your own discretion!!!

“Oh! Hello sir, it’s so good to see you agai-“ You heard the house madames voice from your room before another familiar voice interrupted.

“Same girl. Same deal.” The males scratchy tone cut off rudely.

“You want the same one? Sir, we do have other girls if you’d be inter- Wait! You can’t just-!”

The paper door to your room slams open to reveal the same “ugly guy” from the night before. You knew it was him from the moment you heard his voice; you knew that he said he’d come back. Yet somehow you were still shocked, you didn’t think it would be this soon.

Though he was displeased to see your pretty face painted up like a whore’s once again. Gyutaro seemed to lax slightly at the sight of you, relieved to see that you were alright and not a mangled bloody mess. But his muscles tensed once he caught a whiff of something rather...troubling.

“Leave us.” He told the house madame before tossing a satchel of coins into her and shutting the door in her face.

You were nervous to say the least, your last encounter with him was less than favorable and he was already proving himself to not be in chipper spirits. You couldn’t muster so much as a greeting as you sat in your spot quaking from the furious look on his face.

“What did I fucking tell you about wearing that perfume?” He seethed through grit teeth.

Your eyes widened in realization as fear punched through you; you were wearing that same wisteria fragrance you had lost. Someone else in the house happened to find it in the trash and returned it to you. You didn’t have a clue how it would’ve gotten there, you were just so happy to have it back that you had forgotten your customers instructions from last night.

“I’m sorry, I-“ Was all you could get out.

“WHAT DID I FUCKING TELL YOU?!” He roared at you, making tears well in your eyes as you cowered in fear from his boiling rage.

“What the fuck are you waiting for?! Take off your clothes and get it OFF!!” He drones like a drill sergeant.

You were able to break through your fear just enough to do what you were told, more afraid of what he’d do if you hesitated any longer. You grabbed the wash basin in your room, fumbling fingers moving to untie your obi in a jittery rush.

This was insanity, how could someone hate a scent this much? Such a flat out overreaction this was. It wasn’t even strong, how could he smell it from the door like that?

Your muscles strained taut as your kimono slipped off your shoulders, leaving you bare in front of him. You were used to being naked in front of strangers, it’s all part of the job after all. But this was different.

Your hands trembled around the cloth you held as you washed your skin off, trying to rid yourself of the damned perfume. You tried not to look at him, but you knew he was looking at you from the weight you could feel off his pressurizing gaze.

Just as you had suspected, Gyutaro was indeed staring at you. Each of your movements not escaping him. Demons didn’t have to blink, you know.

But his observation wasn’t that of a simple lecher. No, he stood there examining you like a jeweler would appraise a diamond. Meticulously analyzing each curve of you, checking for any blemishes in his recovered gem, anything that would differ from his Yuna. Anything that would make you a “fake.” But he could find nothing. Just as the treasure in the river had been; you were perfect.

He let out the faintest of breaths as relief washed over him. No bloodied wounds covered your body; not so much as a scar of your demise from all those years ago remained. And for the first time in a long time, the demon felt grateful for something.

Though his assuagement to your evident wellbeing did not travel to his face as his baleful glare seemed to incinerate you from across the room. You kept on scrubbing, nearly rubbing your skin raw in fear of stopping before he deemed you to be wisteria-free.

But your efforts seemed to not be good enough.

“Ugh!” He growled in outright abhorrence of the ever lingering stench. “I STILL fucking smell it!!!”

It seemed that you had only blinked and he was at your side towering over your crouched form; his face scrunching up even further now that he was close. “It’s in your fucking hair!” He hissed before grabbing the basin and dumping it over your head. You gasped as cold water drenched your body entirely, your perfectly crafted hairdo beginning to shift and loosen as (H/C) locks fell sloppily into your face.

And in seconds his hands were scrubbing and kneading throughout your hair, enraged snarling filling your ears as strands tore and ripped out of your head from his rough administrations. “Ahhh! Stop! Stop! Please stop, you’re hurting me!!” You cried out as your panicked hands shot up to try and pry him off your steadily bruising scalp.

But he swiftly smacked them away, not seeming to care in the least about your pain as he carried on in his violent treatment. The flesh of his fingers began to sting, slowly bubbling and blistering from the blasted wisteria that encased your precious locks. His scrubbing grew even more rushed and careless as he worked your head over, exasperatedly trying to rid your hair of the poison faster than it could melt him.

Your hands now favored to brace yourself against the soaked tatami mats beneath you as the force of his hands increased, threatening to press you into the floor from their sheer strength. “Stop it!! PLEASE!!” You begged him once again.

“Shut up, this is your own fault! None of this would’ve happened if you had just DONE WHAT I FUCKING SAID!!” He roared back as he continued cussing you out. “You ungrateful fucking bitch, I give you a new and better perfume and this is the fucking thanks I get?! You’re fucking lucky you’re not getting way worse than this.”

At long last, his calloused hands yanked themselves back out of your hair. Your own shooting back up to soothe your now throbbing and aching skull as you crumpled into a ball on the floor.

You watched his feet stomp over to your makeup stand, kneeling down to yank something off your jewelry box before moving to your window. He slammed the sun shield open before hurling your belonging out the window. The faint sound of shattering glass in the street below told you it must have been the perfume he had chucked.

With his attention preoccupied, you reach for your kimono in an effort to try and cover yourself from him. Scrambling to have a bit of decency back from his brutalization.

The sound of the window shutting back froze you in place. “Don’t.” He commanded, turning to face your pathetic form once again, making you shiver on the ground.

“I like you better this way.” He sneered with a click of his tongue before carrying on. “You have some nerve to defy me.” An eerie calmness shrouding his words and before you knew it he was once again at your side; seeming to move at the speed of light. His hand now moved to clutch around your throat, forcing you to your knees to look him in his ghastly face.

“But sluts aren’t exactly known for being the smartest, now are they?” He degraded you once again.

“I-I didn’t know y-you’d be b-back so-“ You sputtered out between his choking grip on your neck.

“I-I-I-I didn’t know!!!” He mocked you in a shrill girlish voice as he laughed in your face. “Oh but you did know, I told you I’d be back my sweet but stupid girl. As if it even matters when you thought I’d be back, I told you to do something didn’t I? And worthless whores like you are only born to listen to what a man tells you. So why…” He carried on with the same coolness before amplifying his force on your airways. “Would you not listen to me?”

At this point, you couldn’t even muster any words as he choked you out so fiercely. The pressure felt like your neck was going to snap, as you coughed and wheezed desperately for air flow. Black spots dotted across your vision, giving him extra marks as your sight of his enraged countenance began to blur out of focus. All that remained clear were his icy blues that seemed to bore straight through you as your consciousness waned.

Something about this all gave Gyutaro a sick but instinctive pleasure. Your flushed face that blazed past your half melted makeup and watering eyes as life threatened to leave you was such a wonderful sight. He was starting to not hate the makeup, it added dimension to your cute and despairing expression. But no, he couldn’t end this all now. Of course not, he still needed answers. But no mortal would ever disobey him no matter who they were. So, Yuna or not, you’d be learning your lesson.

But perhaps your likeness to his dearly departed is what made him refrain from drawing out his torture for longer than he normally would.

Suddenly he let go, air burning as it filled your lungs once again. You fell forward, nose nearly colliding with the floor as you laid coughing and gasping for air as a groveling mess at his feet.

“Oh, I guess it doesn’t matter. You could never help that you’re so stubborn and not the brightest, maybe that’s why I’ve never been able to stay mad at you. Besides, you won’t ever do that again will you?”

You shook your head “no” as tears rolled off your black and white smudged cheeks to the floor; unsure of what he meant by his choice of words but far too afraid to question him.

“I hope not, I’d almost hate to see what I’d do to you.” He snickered as he stood back up from his crouched position.

In an even more disturbing turn of events, something about the sight of your struggling and dying face had stirred something most primal within the demon. And Gyutaro knew nothing stood in his way to stop him from enjoying himself. So of course, he’d gladly indulge.

“I’m sorry..” He heard you sob softly from the floor, making his lips curl devilishly. Oh you were so pitiful. So disgraceful. He roughs you up and you’re apologizing to him? You did yourself such a disservice in your current situation but yet you were still too dumb to realize; to know that he was a creature who’s purpose was to torment it’s prey before ripping them to shreds. So oblivious to how your miserable crying got this creature so hot and bothered. You practically offered yourself up to him on a silver platter; a juicy steak laid out in front of a starving dog. Such a perfect whore you were.

“Awww, are you?” He went on in feigned pity but the sardonic scratch of his voice was not lost on you. “Why don’t you show me how sorry you are then?”

You yelped out as pain rushed to your still sore scalp when a brutish hand yanked at your hair, forcing you to look up to him again. “It’s the least you could do after all the trouble you’ve caused me.” He smiles down at you crookedly, but you knew by the look in his eyes and mockery in his voice that this was yet another demand rather than a request.

You were no idiot, you knew you had no say in this even despite the threat this particular patron imposed. This was what all customers paid for. It was nothing new, in fact it was policy. But somehow, this was new. Never had you felt more forced into performing, you’d never felt more scared of a man, never had you felt so powerless. And yet somehow you’d never wanted to do anything more in your life. Despite the pounding of the impending doom that hung in the air should you fail to please, this all felt so inexplicably natural, as if this was exactly where you should be. And in turn, you’d never felt more ashamed of yourself for having such a feeling.

But there was no time for self pity, the growing tent in his kimono ushered that you had a job to do. And you knew better by now than to make this man wait. So with shakey hands you untied his obi.

There was no need to part his robe, his member did the work for you as it practically jumped out at you from the folds. But that’s not what made you gasp out loud, your hands flying up to cover your mouth from the involuntary sound you’d uttered. Your body further betrays you as you quaked on your knees, icy-hot fear trickling down your spine with the fact you may have offended him just now.

No, it wasn’t his dick that was concerning but rather his whole body. You could always tell he was a skinny guy but this was skeletal. (E/C) orbs scanning over each of his poking ribs to the gaunt of his protruding hip bones. His abdomen was so impossibly small, almost as if his torso had been twisted around in a complete 360. He was such a wealthy man yet he looked like he was at death's door, as if he’d never had so much as a scrap to eat in his whole life.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned simply, though the pressure increase on your strained hair was telling enough that you had just fucked up.

For Gyutaro, years of abuse had made the demon rather sensitive; his insecurities knew no bounds. And while he had learned to grow used to it from his entire existence, he couldn’t handle that from you. His Yuna had never and would never call him ugly. If you had one thing to say, then Gyutaro would know all he needed. That you’re nothing more than a juicy steak after all.

You nearly choked on the breath that caught in your throat; terror punching you square in the gut for the second time tonight. And through your panic, you were once again to say the right thing at the right time with another truth of your own.

“I-I’ve never had one that big before!” You blurted out.

Gyutaro stood there picking apart your expression, searching it for any traces of deception. He stared at you for what felt like years before he laughed so faintly; at first. You gaped on in stunned silence as his laughs crescendoed from above while his feet inched closer to you.

His freehand moving to grasp his girth before prodding the pink tip against your plump and red-smeared lips. “Maybe you’re not so stupid after all.” He was willing to give to the cute little mouse in his grasp.

To further his claim, you wasted no more time by taking over his grasp on himself. You pumped his shaft as you readied yourself to sit more steady on your knees. Gently, your tongue weaved along the underside from the base and up and back down again. You heard a ragged sigh leave him before parting your lips to take the bulbous head of his dick into your mouth.

Gyutaro watched in ravenous glee as you hollowed your cheeks and bobbed up and down his length like the well trained whore you were. Needless to say, he didn’t feel one bit bad about this. If you were really not who he thought, then at the end of the day you had just been a pretty hole for him to fill after a twenty year dry spell; and nothing outside of that besides a nice dinner. And if you were who he hoped...then in his mind he was doing nothing wrong; Yuna certainly didn’t mind doing this for him before. “Hahhh~ such a sweet mouth you have.” He praised lowly.

Your hand kept on in its work of jacking him as your tongue swirled the tip of him over and over within the soft cavern of your mouth.

Gyutaro felt the hairs on his neck stand on end and his toes dig into the floor from the skill of your supple tongue. Taking a mental snapshot of how your fanned eyelashes gently rested on your appled cheeks as you sucked his cock with such sinful eagerness.

But as beautiful as a sight it was, Gyutaro was having a realization. In his haste to see you, he had come here with an even emptier stomach than last time. And as such, his desire to devour you whole surged through him tenfold. Watching you like this had him fantasizing of how deliciously your smooth flesh would practically melt in his mouth, how your cries and screams would sing to him as you were torn apart by the monster you had just pleasured, and the enticement to lean down and take a bite right out of your pretty little head as fangs ripped through skull and grey matter was maddening.

Lust and hunger merged and twisted themselves into an aching knot in the pit of his gut. The seams of his mind that sutured his demon tendencies to the remnants of his human memories threatened to give way as his hands trembled in your hair along with the dams that were so dangerously close to breaking.

But it was your sheer skill that kept you alive at this point and tethered him to reality. What tied him to the fact that if he let his hunger win, it would be the end of his lovely new play thing. That he’d have to wait another 100 some odd years for his Yuna to manifest herself again. And he’d already spent too long waiting for this impossible miracle.

With that fact, you were safe for the moment. But Gyutaro knew he couldn’t hold the dams for much longer. So with renewed vigor, the hands that remained anchored in your (H/C) locks tightened and pulled your head back further to elongate your throat before his hips snapped forward.

The lewd sounds of your arguable abuse filled the room as he throat fucked you how he saw fit. Gyutaro reveled in the faint little gasps you’d let out as he withdrew to the gagged squelching that sounded as he’d slam his throbbing length back into your sweet and welcoming mouth.

Your still sore throat burned from the choking grip he held on you earlier as he used you at his dizzying leisure. Your jaw ached and strained to remain stretched to take the full of his girth. The force of his inhuman thrusts brought tears to your eyes, streaking your makeup even further down your face.

But as desecrating as this all was, some kind of sickening, grossly misplaced, joy blossomed in you. Something unexplainable that made you want to run back to that awful “mommy and daddy” of yours and thank them for sending you to this hellhole because it’s what led you to this. To him.

Somehow deep within you, you felt so right, never felt happier to do anything for anyone. So happy to be of use to someone; never happier to serve. And you’d never felt even the smallest twinge of this feeling with anyone else.

All your pride and dignity wrestled and struggled against the arousal that rises in your core and pooled down below. You knew in your heart of hearts that this man surely only saw you as a mere cum dump -his downright dehumanizing treatment towards you solidified that- yet that knowledge and the need to try to prove yourself as the best for that role only riled you up further in the most self-betraying of ways.

As you mentally struggled with your self-worth on the floor, Gyutaro was chasing down his pleasure up top. Your makeup had since migrated to blotch and smear across his navel from the onslaught of his thrusts; but that was the absolute last of the demon’s worries as his high dangled so close in reach. Your throat was so splendidly tight and fit his cock like a glove he’d award. So, so, so, SO perfect you were, oh how he’d missed you.

As his breathing grew more uneven you knew he was about to bust and within seconds your assumption was sealed. The salty taste of his load coated your tongue, he stood hunched over you as the last spurts of his seed splashed against the back of your throat. He stilled for a few moments more before he finally withdrew; a trail of fluids still connecting the two of you. However, your sore jaw had no time for reprieve as his hand went to cup your chin tilting you to look at him.

“Swallow.” He demanded through the bloodlust that still clouded his senses in the aftermath of his climax; but you were quick to open your mouth and show your sir that you already had.

“Such a good girl, you didn’t even have to be told.” He grinned maniacally at you, making a twisted and loathed sense of pride swell in you from his praise.

You had half a mind of what to expect now, surely the real fun would start as your body seemed to hope. But your expectations came crashing down as he roughly shoved you backwards. You had just barely caught yourself on your elbows and he was already tying back his kimono.

Gyutaro knew that he had to leave not now, but right fucking now. But yet his feet failed to move, his stomach churning painfully while his mouth watered at the sight of you laying so hopelessly on the floor with those longing eyes, as if you were begging him to come and take a bite. And his burning need to cum was no longer pressing and there to save you from him doing just that.

The two of you only stared at each other through the deafening silence that spread thick in the air. The sadism in his gaze blazed through your flesh and freezed the blood in your veins. The way he looked at you right now was undoubtedly the scariest you’d seen of him yet. From the unbridled malice in his eyes to the pounce that seemed just under the surface of his stance, your sixth sense screamed at you with all of its might to get away. The sensation of imaginary pin pricks covered you whole as yet another one of your body's instincts to implore you to get up and run as fast as you could.

But you did something else, you said the right words that would save you yet again. “Are you...leaving?” You whispered out hoarsely through your bruised throat.

Gyutaro finally blinked from the sound of his Yuna’s voice, snapping him out of his starving haze. It seemed that was all he needed to remember the true endgame in all this.

“Yeah...I am.” He confirmed, though it sounded like he was trying to convince himself of that rather than you. He briskly turned to make his exit, to try and outrun his monstrous instinct to mutilate you on the spot.

He had just made it to the door when you had an itching question that came from your deepest regions that yearned so strongly at this point that you couldn’t help yourself to ask even in the oddly precarious situation you knew this to be. “Sir, why do you always leave without wanting to um…” The words dying in your mouth as your integrity seemed to finally burst through to keep your vile desire from making a bigger fool of yourself than you already had. “...you know…” You stop yourself awkwardly.

Gyutaro pauses but doesn't risk looking back at you in fear he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. You couldn’t see the amused smirk that pulled at his thin lips but you could practically hear it in his answer. “Who says I don’t want to fuck you?”

And he was gone.

Hi again! I hope everyone’s doing well UwU Lemme start by saying I’m so grateful for each and every one of you, my readers. So I really hope you’re still enjoying the story and I can’t wait to catch y’all next time!

In other news, just a quick little question I had. Do I have any Shigaraki simps in the audience? I figured I might since he and Gyutaro are so similar visvwiwgsush

If I do, I thought I’d let y’all know that I have a Shigaraki fic in the works. It’s been steady in production for years. However, It’s a canon x OC. (But if you must, you can pretend it’s you I don’t really give a shit.) So if that strikes your fancy, hopefully I’ll have that out for y’all soon!

Chapter 7

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Always Will Be - Chp.8

Pairing: Yan!Gyutaro x Fem!Reader

Chapter: 8

Word Count: 3.4K

Summary: Gyutaro has lived for over a century now, still plagued by memories of the past and haunted by its ghost. You are one of his only two regrets.

After being left in the dust of your assault; you did what you always did when customers had gone and the house was closing shop for the night. You washed the remainders of the sin from yourself as best you could. All the tears you had shed, all the spit and cum that had dribbled down your chin and chest, and the leftover smears of makeup all mixed and melded together in your refilled washbasin.

The dirty and blackened product seemed to mock you, all the physical evidence of what had just transpired sat in this bowl and it laughed at you just like he had. You were thankful the water was too murky to see your face, you felt like you might puke if you had to look at yourself right now.

The amount of self-loathing you were dealing with was immeasurable. Not for the fact you had “let” that happen, but for the fact you had enjoyed all of it so much.

For the fact that you sat here hoping to see him again. For him to do it all over again. And how you hoped that the next time, he’d do even more to you.

Sleep didn’t find you easily; but eventually it did.

As you opened your eyes again, you found yourself somewhere new. You were seated on a hillside, a small stream of water flowed down below. And up above, the underside of a rickety wooden bridge.

And that’s when you heard it, humming. Pleasant, care-free humming that sounded to belong to a young girl.

You turned to your side to see that you had been right, it was a little girl. You may not have recognized her, but she was one of—if not the prettiest—girl you’d ever seen. Her little fingers seemed to be weaving vines and flowers into a crown of sorts.

And suddenly, your lips moved all on their own. “I’m getting worried, Ume-Chan. He should be back by now.” The words felt foreign on your tongue as you knew them not to be your own.

Ume? Was that her name? Why did you know her name?

“Oni-Chan’s fine! He’s always fine! Maybe he just hasn’t found anything to eat yet!” The little girl offered, she didn’t seem to match your concern in the slightest. Apparently quite confident in whoever this “Oni-Chan” of hers was.

But you didn’t seem to believe her as you stared pensively into the creek. “No, something’s wrong. He’s been gone for hours. He’s never gone for this long. And look, it’s about to be dark, he’s smart enough to know he can’t catch anything in this.”

Ume’s fingers finally stilled in their work as she glanced at you, it appeared that she was finally recognizing the situation as she sat up straighter. “Well...what should we do?”

“You stay here. I’m going to go look for him.” You stated as you stood from your spot on the hillside.

“No! I wanna come too!” She protested vehemently.

You swung around to face her, an unbudging glint in your eyes as your hands rested on your hips, signaling the girl you meant business and gave no room for argument. “Ume-Chan, it’s not safe out there. We’re supposed to stay hidden. I can handle myself better than you can. Gyu-Chan’s already gonna be mad that I left our spot, but he’d be pissed if I let you come with me.”

What is going on? Who was Gyu-Chan? Who were ANY of these people for that matter?

Ume was taken aback, Yuna rarely used that tone with her. Ever since those few days ago when they got away from those “bad people” things had seemed more tense than usual within the trio.

Her guardians, the elder two, had always preached things like, “we don’t have a lot but we have enough.” Or, “being hungry and cold doesn’t bother us one bit.” And, “we’ll be ok in the end.” These sayings are what had made Ume feel safe despite their obviously impoverished way of life.

But lately, that attitude of letting things slide off their backs was missing from her guardians. From the way they’d speak to each other in hushed whispers—the ones they thought she couldn’t hear—as they tried to shield Ume from their troubles. From the absent lively shimmer that had always laid in Yu-Chan’s gaze. To the way Oni-Chan would grip his scythe just a little more tightly as they slept.

Even as young as she was, Ume knew things weren’t “alright” anymore.

Yuna very rarely put her foot down when it came to her, and it summoned further unease in the 8-year-old to be told “no” by her. It was just as unsettling as it was frustrating. And perhaps what broke the camel’s back.

Normally, Ume liked being fussed over and “spoiled” as much as their conditions allowed for it.

But for once, the problems they faced were too big for the older two to bear on their own. And from seeing them like this, she wanted to help, she wanted to be of use to them. They needed someone. She was tired of being looked at as the little girl that was more of a hindrance than a help. She wanted to be big, like them.

So she decided to try Yuna’s patience once again.

“No, I’m going with you, Yu-Chan! I can handle myself just fine!” She defied as she dropped her flower crown to take a defensive stance.

Your eyes narrowed and Ume nearly flinched from the highly uncharacteristic scowl that crackled across your lips. “You’re wasting my time, Ume! Every second I spend arguing with you is another second Gyu-Chan could be hurting somewhere! If he is hurt, the last thing I need is you getting in my fucking way! I said you’re staying, SO YOU’RE FUCKING STAYING!!”

Even as confused as you were, you internally flinched from the blazed words that flew out of your mouth.

Ume stood there, knocked speechless for the moment. Yuna never yelled at her like that.

She couldn’t even feel the tears that brimmed her pretty eyes as she stood stunned. And at the sight, the guilt from her outburst hit the real Yuna like a ton of bricks.

“It’s not FAAAAAAIR!!!” Ume wailed out as the tears now free fell down her porcelain cheeks, and she crumpled to her knees on the ground. “I wanna find Oni-Chan! I wanna help!!!” She shrieked, her fists pounding into the ground before her. An old trademark of her fits that she’d had ever since infancy and would never leave her for more than a hundred years.

You didn’t know this child, all she was proving to be was an outright brat frankly. But yet your heart still hurt for her somehow.

Yuna had learned to be able to tell the difference in Ume’s cries. To differentiate between the ones with her petty crocodile tears over not getting her way, and the ones where she was truly upset. This was the latter.

So you crept closer into the girl before gently grasping one of her fitful upswinging wrists. Your touch seemed to clear her head just enough for you to be able to crouch in front of her. “I’m sorry, Ume-Chan. I never should’ve cursed at you like that,” you started delicately, “I know you’re scared, and I am too. The truth is, I’m always scared. Of everything. It’s Gyu-Chan that always makes me feel like everything’s ok. So I just yelled at you cause I’m scared ok? I’m so sorry.”

Ume’s quivering lips seemed to steady at your words as she nodded to you, her arms lowering to rest in her lap.

“But do you know what I’m most afraid of? Don’t you know that the absolute worst thing that could ever happen to me and Gyu-Chan is if something were to happen to you? That’s why I need you to stay here until I come back.”

You could tell by the shift in Ume’s eyes that she wanted to say something else but your lips beat her to it with added motherly force. “I promise you, I’ll find Gyu-Chan much faster if I know you’re right here where it’s safe.”

“Do you promise to come back?” She prodded anxiously for your vow.

“Yes, Ume. I promise I’ll come back and I’ll bring Gyu-Chan with me.” You spoke gently, before leaning to kiss the top of Ume’s snow-haired crown. “Be good, be quiet, and stay behind the bushes.” You finalized to her before moving to take your leave at last in search of Gyu-Chan.

As you strayed further from the river side and closer to town, you could already smell the molding stench of decay and sickness, and you could see the decrepit shacks that comprised this little village of shit. The silhouettes of the splitting roof tops illuminated by the lambent glow of lanterns that swung from cracking window sills.

The air felt thick in your lungs with the poisonous misery this town emitted and it choked all who came near; a foreboding of damnation to all who entered. You already hated this place as well as your own feet that trekked you closer into it against your will. But somehow, you felt it all to be strangely native.

Your feet guided you through the streets, searching down this way and that in your pursuit. As you found yourself able to correctly guess what was beyond with each corner you rounded, you found your anxiety was coming to a boil. Why did you know this place?

THWACK

You jumped in place at the gnarling sound of what you felt to be a fist landing on flesh ripped through the air. The throaty groans that followed confirmed it. It sounded close, maybe just two or three houses away. Your feet didn’t just move now, they flew the distance over to a corner that peered into the source of it.

There were five men, all fair in build with swords at their hip as they stood looming over something crumpled on the ground. A person. A child.

They looked so small and frail as they writhed in the dirt. They couldn’t have been that much older than the little girl, Ume.

“You’re not so tough now without this thing, huh?” One of the men mocked, a dull scythe swinging idly from his fingers. “As much as I love paying you back for wounding me and my men, I’m growing real tired of these games, boy. So I’ll ask you one more time.” He glowered down at the beaten child before yanking them up by their topknot.

It felt like time itself had stopped as moonlight cascaded down gaunt, pale, and black-splotched cheeks. A lone cobalt blue stared back, the other having already swollen shut from the onslaught of the pummeling; their lips swollen and leaking crimson. The same frosted gaze that felt to eat you alive for the past three nights seared back into the man like a rabid animal.

Why was he here? Was he the “Gyu-Chan” you had been looking for?

“Where are they?”

The boy balked out a gravelly “fuck you” as a wad of blood-soaked saliva splattered against the man’s cheek.

Inflamed revulsion contorted the man's features, his grip on his hair released in favor of planting another wind-knocking punch to Gyutaro’s head. As the man stands, Gyutaro’s teeth are met by the man’s foot as he mercilessly kicks him to the side.

Your stomach wrenches at the guttural sounds the boy utters as he writhes in agony on the ground.

You knew he couldn’t take much more, he’d die at this rate. It didn’t matter how afraid you were of this boy, -this man as you knew him- or what he had done to you, you couldn’t just sit here and watch this. You had to do something.

Horror churned your gut as uncertainty of what to do kept you rooted in place. So many thoughts flooded in at once, there’s no way you could beat these men, you didn’t even have a weapon. How could you get him out of here? Could you cause a distraction of some kind? But what could work?

The pieces weren’t there, you were grasping at straws here, the odds were greatly against the both of you, and your chest tightened with each faulty idea that came to you. But before you could conclude on a plan, your body moved on its own again as you stepped into view in the alley.

“STOP IT!! I’m right here!! I’ll do whatever you want if you promise to stop hurting him!!” Your lips formed out.

Your blood froze over as all five men turned to look at you. The air in your lungs felt to cease as silence seemed to ring all through Rashomon.

But somehow, the terror you felt didn’t match up to Gyu-Chan’s. With strength he did not possess, he lifted himself from the ground on his elbows. “YUNA, NO!!! RUN!!! GET OUT OF HERE!!!” He bellowed with a ferocious desperation that only made the ringleader of these men cackle.

“Oh please, don’t you see you pitiful fool? She couldn’t outrun us even if she tried now.” He mocked as he stalked closer to you.

“LEAVE HER ALONE!!!” Gyutaro roared from the ground as he tried to drag himself in vain as another one of the men’s feet crashed down on the back of his neck, earning a choked sputter from Gyu-Chan as his nose collided with dirt.

You stared the man down as he stood a foot in front of you. “If I agree to not kill that ugly little shit, you say you’ll come quietly and do what you’re told?”

You nodded solemnly. And though you couldn’t quite understand any of this, you— or rather Yuna—had just signed your life away.

“Awww, well isn’t that sweet, your little girlfriend’s gonna give it all up just to keep your worthless ass alive.” He mocked, making sure he was loud enough for Gyutaro to hear. “Well, good thing I get paid more for obedient girls rather than smart ones.” He laughed callously at you before turning to face Gyu-Chan who seemed to still be trying with what little was left in him to try and put a stop to this from beneath the underling's crushing foot.

”Look at you, groveling on the ground like the dirty fucking worm you are.” It seemed as though the man couldn’t help himself but to give Gyutaro his final jabs. “And the best part about this kid? You can’t do a goddamn thing to stop me.” He goaded on.

“FUCK YOU!!! I’LL FUCKING KILL ALL OF YOU!! EVERY SINGLE LAST FUCKING ONE OF YOU!!” Gyutaro threatened like a mad dog as he once again found impossible strength in himself, his dirty hands dug themselves into the ground and started irrepressibly pushing himself up. Though he didn’t get very high up, the man's foot started to give way just slightly even with almost all his weight behind it.

As the underling was starting to topple backwards he went to withdraw his sword, provoking a horrified shriek from your lips. Your feet practically trampling over themselves as you made a break for Gyutaro, the concept of how futile whatever attempt you were making wasn’t registering as the big arms of another underling wrapped around you.

“STOP!!! DON’T!!! LET HIM GO!! LET HIM GO!!” You heard yourself scream from the top of your lungs, your vision blurred by what you assumed to be tears as you thrashed in every direction to try and slip out of the burly man’s grasp.

With all this racket, you would have thought that surely some townspeople could hear. And the bitter truth for the orphans was; they absolutely could. And as always, their cries for help fell on “deaf” ears.

“Pull your sword out and I’ll kill you, you fucking idiot.” Their leader reprimanded his henchman instantly. The narrowing of his eyes and coolness of his tone strangely cut through your cries like a hot knife through butter.

Genuine confusion swiped across the underling’s features at this. “Huh? What do you mean, boss? What does it matter if we kill him? Are you really gonna honor that little bitch’s demands?”

The “boss” stalked over to his back-talking henchman with a quickness as he grabbed him by his neckline roughly. “I don’t give a SHIT about honor you fucking moron, all I care about is money. And I get less of it if this little bitch is in hysterics. I won’t get any fucking money that way, no one will take a girl thats gone mad.”

“So? Just beat her ‘til she shuts up.” The underling quipped nonchalantly.

Seems as if that was the boss’s last straw as his face rippled over in rage. “And damage the product?! Her skin is one of her selling points you fucking DUMBASS!!” He bellowed back as he socked him hard in the nose.

The foot that had been pinning Gyutaro down scrambled off of him as the underling staggered back from the force of the punch. And Gyutaro still laid in wait on the ground just raring to go as he immediately clamored up to grab hold of the leader.

“STOP TALKING ABOUT HER LIKE SHE’S FUCKING LIVESTOCK!!!” Gyutaro roared as his vision went red.

But even as enraged as Gyutaro was, he was still disoriented from his injuries and the unscathed leader had no issue delivering a swift and powerful chop into Gyutaro’s neck that had him crumpling back to the ground as fast as he’d come up. The little ember of consciousness the boy had clung to for hours now being snuffed out in a mere second.

You stood there shaking like a leaf in the henchmen’s arms as your eyes remained glued to Gyutaro. The tears free-flowed as you stood there staring...and waiting. Expecting for him to get back up. To make all this bad stuff go away. To make things right. To tell you there was nothing to be scared of. Like he always did.

But that wouldn’t be happening this time.

“Ya know..” The boss mused as he stepped over Gyutaro’s slumped and bloodied form. “Your little boyfriend said something kinda funny just now.” He drawled as he gestured for his men to tie you up; which you did not fight. Perhaps out of fear they’d finish what they’d started with your dear Gyu-Chan. Or perhaps because you were still in disbelief that your dear Gyu-Chan really wasn’t going to fix things this time.

“He said you’re like “livestock” to us...and I don’t know about you, but I think that’s selling you far too short. You see, with livestock, you kill and skin and butcher them once. And you get paid once. With you, a house can get paid multiple times off you. Don’t you see? If you’re just livestock, then you’re what they’d call the ultimate cash-cow! Heheh, some boyfriend of yours right? Or maybe I should say ex-boyfriend now, huh?”

He was talking...right to your face even...but yet he sounded to be miles away. His words were meant to bring you even lower than you were. Rapaciously designed with demented intent to christen you in the filth that would be your life from this day on.

You heard him yes, and his words would follow Yuna to her grave. They’d plague her on the loneliest of nights. But yet, you only somewhat heard him. It felt as if you had been nearly deafened, as if a bomb had gone off and you were simply just listening to the shaking and crumbling of the earth in the aftershock of it all as you still couldn’t pry your eyes from Gyu-Chan. You felt as if you were willing him with your mind alone to get him back to his feet still.

While you were trying to implement some newfound form of telekinesis on him. In this same moment, Yuna was praying to a god she’d never quite believed in. Begging him to do something. Anything. And as always, god only spit in her face as the men pushed and pulled you out of the alley and to whatever house would pay the best.

On that day, it was Yuna that had broken a promise. The one she’d made to Ume.

Hiiiiiiiiii guys! I've missed y'all so much! I've missed WRITING so much omg, it's good to be back in business. I apologize for giving y'all such an angsty chapter again and once again for the delay, I've just been dealing with some really shitty stuff irl. And I'm still not even out of the woods just yet with it, but hopefully I can get this next chapter to y'all just a little quicker (but tbh its kinda doubtful, its gonna be a long chappy lol)

But there IS something important I wanted to talk about, I will no longer be posting this fic to Wattpad anymore. And here's why, a fan of mine, (yes this person was a fan I have DM's with them of us talking about this fic together) they went and made like a total copycat version of Always Will Be. While its not word for word plagiarism COMPLETELY, they did very little to hide the fact they ripped off my book. The plot events of their book are almost identical to mine and they went as far as to use word for word phrasing of mine in several places. Oh yeah, they also changed Yuna's name to "Yuno" 🙃

I tried to report them, but Wattpad doesn't seem to understand what the problem is sooooo I will not be posting there anymore since clearly my hard work isn't gonna be protected by them! If you're curious, the title of the copy-cat book is "His Lover (gyutaro x reader)" by k3nma_fics

So yeah two things here.

1) Don't post on Wattpad cause they're a SHIT platform apparently.

3) I feel extremely disrespected, not just by that author but also by Wattpad's lack of action on the matter. I put a LOT of my time and energy into making my fic be the experience that it is. The ORIGINAL experience that it is. And I do not take kindly to someone totally ripping off my ideas I've poured so very much of myself into and running around with all the credit for MY ideas. Basically, don't ever be a k3nma_fics lol. I didn't think I'd ever have to tell anybody that but here we are!

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this one and I'll see y'all next time!

Chapter 9

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Always Will Be - Chp. 7

Pairing: Yan!Gyutaro x Fem!Reader

Chapter: 7

Word Count: 3K

Summary: Gyutaro has lived for over a century now, still plagued by memories of the past and haunted by its ghost. You are one of his only two regrets.

“Gyu-Chan, stop pulling so hard!” Whined Yuna as she was practically dragged along through the backstreets of Rashomon. Her little feet scuttling over themselves as she tries to keep up with her quick-paced friend that clasped her hand in his; a sense of mission evident in the way he moved.

“We have to hurry before she comes back.” He spoke adamantly.

“Who?”

“Mother.” He answered just as swiftly.

Her brows knit and her feet grew sluggish in apprehension of his response. “Why are we going there?” She jumped to interrogate, already knowing his mother to be no better than her own.

“I want to show you something.” He replied vaguely, making Yuna stop in her tracks entirely as she yanked herself out of his touch. “No, I’m not going.” She objected, her tone air-tight.

Gyutaro turned to face her, an irritated scowl in tow. “We don’t have time for this, do you want to see the baby or not?”

Gyutaro watched as her stubborn stare shifted at his words. “The baby?” She quirked dubiously.

“Mother wasn’t getting fat, she had a baby in her stomach all this time.” Gyutaro informed.

Yuna’s thoughts trailing back to the swell of his mother’s stomach the two had been watching grow in size from afar for months now. The two children had chalked it up to the woman merely putting on weight since they had no one to tell them any different. Although they had wondered how his mother could afford enough to eat to get that big, her son of course hadn’t dared to ask.

Yuna’s mind was a short circuiting whirlwind as she tried to wrap her head around what he was telling her. But as the idea began to compute, she found herself to be quick with questions. “Is it at your house?”

“She’s at the house.” He corrected. “Duh, that’s why we’re going.”

Yuna let out an elated ear-shattering squeal at the revelation; nearly making Gyutaro jump out of his skin before hewas the one getting dragged behind now as she sprinted to his house. Seems as though the concept of another girl being around had given her a second wind.

As the two came up to the derelict shack he had once called home, they could already hear a baby's unhappy cries. She sounded to be most upset about something. Gyutaro moved ahead to check that the coast was clear of his mother before he led Yuna inside.

The shack was mostly barren, much like Yuna’s mother’s house. But off to the side was what appeared to be a wicker bassinet that laid on the ground. The woven pleats of the baby basket were worn and breaking in places from the rot of age. The poor thing had been left unattended while her mother had gone off to do God knows what; another testament to the sheer neglect these children faced.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Yuna called out to the screaming infant as she drew closer to the bassinet before kneeling beside it. The baby’s snow white hair contrasting starkly against her reddened and irritated face as she wailed on.

“You don’t need to cry anymore! Your Oni-Chan is here!” Yuna declared to try and console the baby girl.

The title didn’t register with the newly appointed big brother right away; as he stood stunned for a minute. But surely, it began to set in. That’s right, he was an Oni-Chan now. And to hear it verbalized for the first time made pride for a new sense of purpose bloom within.

The infant cracked its eyes from finally hearing a voice after screaming out for someone for so long now. But clearly she still wasn’t happy as her sirening cries carried on, her angry little fists still shaking at the world that cruelly refused her demands.

Yuna frowned a bit from the lack of success before switching tactics. “Hold her, Gyu-Chan! She wants you!”

“She’s probably just hungry…” Gyutaro grumbled. The truth being that he was nervous to hold her, unbelieving that anyone could want him including his own sister. He assumed that his ugly face would likely just scare her and make matters worse.

Yuna’s brows knit once again at his hesitance. “Just do it!” She insisted.

Reluctantly, he knelt beside Yuna to carefully scoop his disgruntled sister into his gangly arms. Her piercing screams seemed to instantly lower in volume though they didn’t stop entirely as little displeased whines still left her dribbling lips.

“See? That’s all you wanted huh? Some attention!” Yuna cooed to her.

“Its true,” He relented softly, a smile finally pulling at his chapped lips as he cradled his newest treasure. “She doesn’t like being by herself. She always wants all eyes on her.” He added matter-of-factly.

His voice seemed to coerce the baby into fully opening her eyes at last; revealing gorgeous crystalline blues that matched her brother’s in shade. They stared wide-eyed, shifting curiously between the two faces that peered back at her with equal wonder.

Awe washed over Yuna as this little baby’s pure beauty took her breath away. “This...is the prettiest baby I’ve ever seen, Gyu-Chan.” She gawked.

“Of course she is! She’s special!” He doted.

As he spoke once again, Ume’s gaze honed in on her brother fully. Her tiny fingers latching into the fabric of his dirty and ragged kimono as she watched him ever so intently; seemingly awaiting his next words.

“Look at her, she loves you.” Yuna laughed at the infant's enthrallment of the young boy before she leaned closer to speak to her directly. “Hi! What’s your name?” She asked her rhetorically.

“Ume.” Her brother proudly answers for her, making Yuna grin.

“How pretty~! Just like you~!” She chimes to the infant, the two children not yet aware of the true distaste behind the awful slang of the name.

Gyutaro’s thumb swiped away the stray tears from the baby’s chubby cheeks as Yuna moved closer, extending a finger to the little one to grab hold in which she curiously obliged.

“You’re already so lucky, Ume-Chan! You’re so beautiful and already have two people that love you!” Yuna told her, as she wrapped an arm around each of the siblings.

“We’ll never let anything bad happen to you. Right, Gyu-Chan?”

“Right.” He agreed dutifully.

“You see? We promise! So don’t cry anymore!” She hummed out.

Gyutaro had trouble recalling a time where he had felt more fulfilled than in this moment. He wasn’t quite as fortunate as these two he held, he hadn’t been born beautiful like them. But to have them at his side almost made him feel as if he was. As if he could hold his head up high that such beauties chose to follow and love him as much as they did. As long as the three of them were together, as long as he had them with him, he could do anything. He was sure of it.

Just like the other times before, his dream switched gears in an instant. But this time, he remembered this day very well. And it had all started from a game of hide and seek that had gone horribly, horribly, horribly wrong. The day that had changed the trio’s lives forever.

He -the seeker- was just about to round a corner in his pursuit of the two hiders; when he stopped in place, looking out into the streets of Rashomon from the side of a house. In the road, were the two he had been searching for. But they weren’t alone.

His sister and Yuna had their backs facing him, he could see Ume’s small hand holding onto Yuna’s kimono. Before them, stood three men. Gyutaro could instantly tell they weren’t Rashomon locals, their clothes were too nice and they carried swords.

They were human scouters. Looking for girls to buy or steal and sell off.

He could see Yuna shaking from where he stood, and he knew that she was aware of what they were as well.

“Such lovely hair on this one.” He heard one remark as his prying fingers played with Yuna’s locks. But no protest came from Yuna, too scared to do anything as panic coursed through her.

For the moment, Gyutaro was rooted in place by his own fear as well. One man he could probably handle, but there were three of them and they were all armed.

The man’s gaze shifted to Ume as he went on. “You may be a bit young, but you’re quite a pretty little thing. I’m sure they could find something to do with you. Tell me, do you two have a mother that’s around? We’d like to have a chat with them.” A slimey grin plastered itself across the man’s face.

“My mother’s dead!” Chirped 8-year-old Ume, who was oblivious to the danger the two were in. The elder two having always done their best to shelter her from the harsh realities of the entertainment district.

Yuna’s hand slapped itself over Ume’s lips that had already said too much. Only now did Ume take note of the sweat that was beading on Yuna’s brow and the trembling of her hand that clasped itself on her face. Something was wrong here.

“Oh dear, how unfortunate. You poor things..” His oil-slick smarmy smirk only grew in size as he spoke.

“That will make things easier though...how would you girls like to come with us? We’ll take you to a place where you’ll always have plenty to eat, clean clothes, and a warm bed to sleep in. You’ll even get a bath! Do you two even know what a bath is? From the looks of you, I’d say not.” He chuckled darkly as his hand stretched out to Ume. “Now, doesn’t that sound nice? Why don’t you be good and come along quietly then?”

Ume was growing more confused by the second, those all sounded like such nice things...so why was Yuna acting like this?

Yuna’s hand left Ume in favor of smacking away the vile man’s hand that drew too close to her pseudo-sister for comfort. Her panic had melted away in place of boiling rage as she practically foamed at the mouth. “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HER!! You sick bastard, how dare you try and trick a child like that! You speak of such things yet don’t mention the means to get it! I’ll die in these streets before I let you take us! FUCKING SCUM, ALL OF YOU!!!” She spat at him.

Both siblings' eyes widened in shock, it was rare for Yuna to cuss like this. Much less at a grown up like him. Ume knew now that something was indeed terribly wrong.

All the while, Gyutaro’s panic climbed with his sisters from the sidelines at Yuna’s bravery/stupidity.

“Looks like this one has a mouth on her. No matter, they have ways of fixing that. Grab them.” He commanded the two other men that surrounded them. Gyutaro’s heart felt like it was going to lurch out of his chest at the stomping realization that his sister and Yuna were going to be taken before his eyes. And now, just like Yuna, his panic turned into unadulterated rage for their attackers.

The second his direction had been given, Yuna acted more swiftly than the men at his disposal. Her stone-solid determination to get Ume out of this mess drilling her on as her foot dug itself into the dirt of the road and kicking it up and out. The winds of the early spring aiding her as it carried the sediment into the men’s faces, obscuring their view of the two girls.

Now, it was Gyutaro’s turn to act as he took his scythe into his hand. His sister and Yuna needed him. And he would not fail them. He moved like an animal, using his god-given speed to take great advantage of the thick sandstorm Yuna had kicked up; he seized the opportunity to slash through the back of the men’s calves to ensure the trio’s escape. They’d have a hard time trying to chase them down thanks to Oni-Chan. The men cried out as their muscles shredded in an instant and they fumbled for their swords.

But Gyutaro was quicker, he rounded out from behind the three men and took hold of both girls before pulling them into the alley he had come from. He believed this may be the fastest he had ever seen any of them run.

But still, Ume’s little legs betrayed her as she struggled behind. She was dragging them down, and Oni-Chan was quick to pull Ume up on his back as the elder two sprinted on in their bolt for freedom.

They ran through this alley and that, trying with all they had to lose their pursuers. Their shouts from behind told them they had been slowed down but hadn’t given up their chase entirely.

The three turned a corner and safety came into view in the form of a horse drawn cart that was wheeling away mounds of hay. Gyutaro was losing strength from running for so long with Ume on his back, but he conjured up the last of his energy to power through and catch up to the wagon. Once he’d grabbed hold of the backside, Ume climbed over him and into the cart to hide and bury herself in the hay before her brother pulled himself up and inside with her.

He turned to face Yuna who seemed as though she too was out of strength and using the last embers of it to try and catch up. “Come on!! Hurry!!” He desperately urged as he reached out to her.

Yuna’s legs burned and ached as they threatened to give out from under her, but seeing Gyu-Chan waiting for her gave her the extra strength she had been missing. “I’ve got you!” He told her as their hands met and latched, Gyutaro steadying himself against the railing of the cart as he pulled her up top with him.

The two hid themselves besides Ume, all of them panting as the dirty straw stuck uncomfortably to their sweaty bodies.

“That way! After them!” They heard the men call out from afar. Seems as though they were headed the opposite direction.

As soon as the wagon came to the outskirts of Rashomon, the three jumped out to take refuge underneath a bridge they knew well.

No sooner had they slipped under, Yuna was balling her eyes out into Gyu-Chan’s chest. But this time, he did not ask her to stop. He only cradled her as she muffled her howling cries into his dirty Yukata.

Ume could only watch on, she had never seen Yuna so inconsolable before. Nor had she ever seen her brother seem to be so equally concerned about something. It wasn’t like him to just sit back and allow such dramatics from either of them.

“They’re gonna find us! They will!” Yuna warbled out through her anguish.

“No they won’t.” Gyutaro tried to assure her.

Her balled hands tightened on his robe as he spoke. “Yes they will! They’ll ask around, everyone knows us! They’d all be happy to get rid of us! They’ll find out who my mom is and she’d sell me off for a fucking handful of rice! I don’t wanna go! I don’t wanna go! Gyu-Chan, I don’t wanna go!!!” She screamed hysterically.

“Lower your voice!” He finally reprimanded before grabbing ahold of each side of her face and forcing her to look him in the eye. “I won’t let them take you, do you hear me?”

The frantic look on her guardians faces and the piling questions were too much for Ume to bear anymore. “Yu-Chan, what are you so afraid of? Those men were talking about such good things, I don’t-“

Yuna whipped around to face her, the terror in her gaze was enough to cut Ume off alone. “Ume, you don’t understand what those people do!! They take you and then they-“ Yuna got out before she was then cut off by the ever so protective Oni-Chan.

“That’s enough, Yuna! She doesn’t need to know that yet!”

“Yes she fucking DOES! You saw them, they were gonna take her and they would’ve if we hadn’t been there!! We can’t hide it from her forever! No, she needs to fucking KNOW so she can fucking protect herself!!!” Yuna belligerently argued back.

Always the most sensible of the three, Gyu-Chan knew she was right. His lips tightening as he hung his head in defeat.

“Ume, those people weren’t telling you the whole truth. Those houses they take you to, they force you to do things you don’t want to do! They take girls like us and make us do things to men for money and you can’t run away or they’ll hurt or kill you!! And they...they..” Yuna couldn’t muster out any more words as she choked on them.

Gyutaro promptly pulled her back into himself rocking them both back and forth in his lap as she wailed miserably into him once again. “Shhhhh, calm yourself. We’ll stay hidden. You’ll never have to go. I won’t let anybody hurt you.” He vowed gently, but Yuna only carried on.

Ume couldn’t stand to see the two of them so distraught; even if she was scared too and still didn’t quite understand the situation in full, she tried her best anyhow.

Her little arms pulled the older two into her embrace. “Don’t cry anymore, Yu-Chan! We won’t let you go with the bad people!” She declared.

The faintest of smiles working it’s way on Gyutaro’s face as his pride for his sister only grew with her efforts she put forth in their grim situation.

His assurances were meant for Yuna yes, but his words were meant to ground himself as well. To instill his new mission into himself. To protect these two at all costs. Now more than ever.

But just as Yuna feared, it was a promise he couldn’t keep.

Chapter 8

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