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Hey y’all, I’m back. So a little update on life, I took a much longer break than anticipated because of some problems in my home life. As I’m sure some of you saw, several members of my immediate family have returned to rehab. I hope this is the last time me and my family have to go through this again. Regardless of the situation I have spent time at hospitals and rehab centers writing! So therefore I present to the second part of the Uzui vs Kyojuro fic. I hope you all enjoy and have a wonderful evening/night/morning/day/afternoon.

Anon? Are you still out there? This is for you ladybug! I hope you enjoy. I will say I took some minor liberties while writing this monstrosity. Nevertheless I hope it is too your liking and if you would like me to write anything else for you I’d be honored! Thank you for the encouragement and inspiration!

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Warnings: Yandere themes, @buse, neglect, torture, isolation, blood, gore, graphic descriptions, non con, smut, drugging, kidnapping, assault, (etc.)

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The quiet breeze swayed your legs while you sat on the sturdy branch of the tree. You watched as the clouds appeared and changed shape as they continued their voyage across the endless ocean of sky. Sighing deeply, you turned and slid off the branch onto the soft grass below. You landed with a thud and walked back to your new home, the Tengen estate.

Soon the house would be adorned with glorious flowers and lanterns; all the hashira in attendance along with friends of Uzui. The wedding would be beautiful no doubt. But something inside weighed heavy on your heart.

Isn’t this what you wanted?

You wanted Uzui, you wanted him to chase you and he finally had you.

Now you would be married to him.

This is what you wanted, right?

The thoughts and questions never failed to plague your mind. And now that you had all the time in the world due to Tengen requiring that you retire from the corps, you had nothing better than to sit with your unrelenting contemplation.

Tengen noticed the change in your demeanor after he ordered that you retire, so you spent your days at the estate. You were not allowed outside of the grounds alone, not allowed to speak to slayers; especially the hashira, and not allowed into town without the other three accompanying you.

Tengen knew long before you would figure out that you wanted to be free, therefore he would ensure that while you stewed over your internal struggle that you wouldn’t escape. Even when you came to that realization yourself.

He took it upon himself to return your uniform and sword, he so graciously let you swing it one last time till it returned to its maker. And had it not been for your acceptance of this union, the gesture would have enraged you. Yet you calmly swung your katana before sheathing it for the last time; you pressed the handle to your head and whispered a soft thank you before handing it to Tengen. You noticed his almost gleeful expression as you handed him your entire world.

Now without your sword and uniform, you couldn’t deny the feeling of not knowing who you were. Before you had been a child, an orphan who saw the only world she knew, destroyed. Then you were a fearsome warrior and a hero to the people around you.

But who were you now?

A wife?

A faithful servant?

Within a week your life and aspirations were snatched from you and now you belonged to Tengen. You would be an obedient wife, who was at his beck and call.

These thoughts stewed inside you and burned your soul.

‘He trapped me…he stole me…he stole my life!’ Your mind screamed.

Tears filled the brim of your eyes, threatening to overflow. You dropped to your knees and wrapped your arms around yourself. The most sorrowful cries left your mouth, your body shook and shuddered as the feelings of pain and shock rippled through your heart.

Hearing the commotion Suma, Hinatsuru, and Makio ran out the house. They saw you crumpled on the ground, your fist slamming on the grass. All three ran to you and huddled around, all the while asking you what was the matter.

“(Y/n), what’s wrong, tell us?” Suma cried as she hugged you tightly.

The anger boiled inside you, and the three girls only made things worse. How could they love this life, how could they be so okay? They knew what was going to happen to you, they even planned to take you themselves!

Your hands held your weight, as your legs were tucked underneath you. Your head hung low and your eyes focused on the grass below you. Silently you sniffled and wiped your tears on the back of your hand.

“Come on, let’s get up.” Hinatsuru said in a beautifully calm voice. Her smooth hands wrapped underneath your arm in an attempt to lift you from the ground.

Your anger surged through your veins and pulled your muscles tight. When you felt the slight pull of Hinatsuru’s hands you jumped and ripped your arm from Hinatsuru’s grasp. All three of the women looked at you confused and concerned.

“(Y/n)...is-is everything alright?” Makio asked, tilting her head; her eyes full of sympathy.

“I want out…” You said just below a whisper.

“What is it?” Makio asked.

“I want out…I want out! I want out! I’m getting out of here!” You screamed as you pushed through the group of girls and fled into the woods. Instantly the girls gave chase.

Your bare feet pounded against the earth, your muscles burned from a lack of training. You could hear 3 sets of footsteps following close behind but still you continued.

You ducked and dodged in between trees, narrowly avoided low hanging branches; the grasp of your pursuers getting farther away.

Your mind pondered as to what you would do next, should you hide, should you fight, should you continue to flee. You knew that hiding would be futile as they would find you soon after, and if you kept running you would surely falter; your feet were already covered in scrapes and blisters.

But to fight? Your heart cringed at the thought.

You did love them, truly you did. The memories shared between the four of you never failed to put a smile on your face but still you wanted your freedom. They always treated you with the same respect they gave Tengen, just like him you were a hashira, and mighty one at that.

‘And Tengen…’ You thought to yourself.

Tengen always loved you so tenderly, he held you softly and spoke the most wonderful praises. He did love you, you could see the way he beamed seeing you along with Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma. He smiled so brightly when you would greet him or embrace him or kiss him. He would even don a slight blush accompanied by his devilish grin when you would pleasure him. It wasn’t a lie that he melted your heart, and you melted his.

Did you love him? Suppose you did love him, that only made this situation that much more complicated.

But you knew that deep down in your heart you did not love the things he did to you. The things he arranged to have you.

As you ran deeper into the woods, your pace began to slacken until you were at a slow walk. You had run straight into a clearing, one that looked like it had been visited often. A pile of burned wood sat in the middle, to the left of the ashes was a canvas tarp. It had been disturbed and seemed as if it had been used the previous night. You also noticed large footprints in the surrounding dirt, it was a big shoe, in fact it looked as if the print matched those of the shoes that were issued to the slayers.

‘A slayer was camping here?’ You thought to yourself as you inspected the site more closely; footfall charging towards you.

‘A man? Was this Tengen’s spot?’ You questioned again, hoping the trees would whisper the answer into your ear. Before another thought could be formed three sets of arms wrapped around your body and drug you backwards. Your feet were lifted from the ground and arms restrained. You watched as you were carried out of the clearing back towards your prison, the glimpse of the campsite disappearing behind the towering trees.

‘Why did I stop?’

‘Why?...’

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Under strict orders of Tengen’s, you were not to leave the room. If you did you were to be guarded by at least two of the wives till he made his return. Then he would deal with you himself.

As of two days ago, you sat in a spare room guarded at all times. For the first several hours you would kick and scream to be let out. You would put holes through the walls and try to rip doors directly off the hinges, because of this all the three women tied your arms and feet together. Much to their dismay, you freed yourself and continued your assault on your room.

Finally Hinatsuru had enough. After you had successfully punched a hole through the wooden door that held you, she approached the room. She watched cautiously as you would pace back and forth in front of the door like a caged animal.

“Let me out, Hinatsuru. I’m tired of playing around. I'm leaving, whether you let me or not.” You said watching her through the splintered wood.

“I’d like to see you try.” She giggled quietly.

Only by acting on pure emotion you sprung into action and began to hammer your hands into the door. It shook violently with each blow, the wood groaned as it continued to be torn apart.

You used every fiber of your being to break the door, to destroy it, to hurt something as much as you were hurting. While you ruthlessly slammed against the door; your knuckles poured blood, and tears streamed down your cheeks.

You just wanted to go home, to return to your old life. Why didn’t they understand that? Didn’t they want you to be happy? Maybe if they let you go now then you all could forget about this and laugh later on?

Your thoughts ran wild as you tried to reason with yourself as to how this situation could be resolved where both sides could still be okay.

You hated this, you hated all of this but yet you still loved them. You still wanted their company and to have moments like you did before. You wanted to love them you truly did but they left you with no choice, you were going to leave and you didn’t care if you took the whole house down in the process.

Your beating against the door proved successful when you mangled fist shot straight through to the other side of the door again.

Instantly, Hinatsuru grabbed a hold of your arm and pulled it even further through the hole. Before you could pull yourself back from her grasp, a sharp pinch on your tricep made you stop. You peered around the cracks and saw Hinatsuru remove a needle from your arm. As soon as you realized what had happened, your body began to feel heavy and slow. Your muscles flinched as you tried to steady yourself, but now your balance was slowed as well. Next your eyes began to fall and your head seemed to be filled with rocks. Your arms sagged and your feet drug against the floor as you desperately tried to stay awake and keep from tumbling over. Your attempts were in vain as you soon fell to the ground in a mumbling heap. Your last sight was that of the girls hovering over you, this time they held shackles and chains above you.

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Why is it so bright…

Is that…the sun…

You found yourself in a meadow. Beautiful orange, red, and yellow flowers danced amongst the tall grass in the breeze. You took in the scenery, it was beautiful, all too beautiful. The sky even seemed as if it were from a painting, massive clouds soared across it like a fleet of battleships headed back home. The sun gave the clouds a soft yellowish hue that only magnified their size. While you continued to observe this wonderful scene around you, the breeze that once swayed the grass, blew past you and lifted your (h/c) hair from your shoulders. It was warm, yet refreshing and on the air the sweetest scent of the earth could be found.

Your temporary peace was replaced with curiosity when you gazed upon the pasture and saw a figure standing far away.

So far away in fact, you could barely make them out. Your eyes strained as you tried to distinguish them.

You rose from your seated position and started to walk towards them, you parted the sea of foliage in pursuit of your answer. As you approached the figure they turned to you. You stopped and watched, hoping that whoever was on the other side of the meadow intended no harm. The two of you stood staring at one another; entirely still as the wind blew around you.

Then the figure started to walk in the opposite direction.

“Wait! Stop! Who are you? Where am I? Hey wait!” You yelled as the figure was disappearing from you. Struggling to find good footing you chased after them hoping to get close enough to catch a glimpse. You trampled through the grass, flowers and other plants gripped your haori.

You stopped, this was the first time you had noticed what you were wearing. You looked down to see you wore your slayer uniform, it was pristine and freshly washed. You also wore your haori, just as beautiful it was the day you got it, and your hands were covered in your jewelry; rings on every finger.

Your attention was pulled from your old clothes by the wind blowing harder. You looked up to see the clouds had come together and formed a ginormous grey mass that hovered above you. It was rippling and churning as the wind blew violently now. Then sharp specks of rain stung your face as you watched in awe of this giant storm that had appeared from thin air, you shielded your face in an effort to not continue getting hit. When all of a sudden an ear shattering boom came from the storm. You looked up once again but this time to see spidering red electricity spark and pop across the massive cloud. It shocked and shuddered the earth as it made its way closer.

Without thinking about the mysterious figure or how you had gotten here, you ran to take cover. You topped the hill at an alarming fast speed and saw what appeared to be a collection of trees not far away. Hiding amongst trees brought their own dangers with storms but it was the only cover you had. Hurriedly you ran down the hill and into the mouth of the woods.

Once under the protection of the wilderness, you stopped to take a minute to catch your breath. You hadn’t ran like that in quite a while. You scanned the trees and took note that it didn’t seem that many people frequented these woods as the trees seemed very old and untouched. All except for a thin path that led deeper inside. Cautiously you walked down the path as the thunder rolled behind you.

At the end of the path you found a clearing, it was a perfect circle and held the same flowers that littered the meadow. It was beautiful, even the sky past the tops of the trees was blue and calm.

Your eyes found another sight, the figure from before. Except they stood with their back towards you. You took notice of their clothes, sandals, black pants, and a white haori with a fiery pattern? The recognition was immediate.

“Rengokusan?!” You yelled but Kyojuro didn’t move.

You inched closer and called again,

“Rengokusan? It’s me (Y/n)!”

His wild yellow mane flowed gently around his broad shoulders.

“Rengokusan, is that you? Are you ok?” You called once again and approached even closer now.

You watched for a reaction, he didn’t move when you called his name.

Then you saw his shoulders begin to slouch and his hands shot to his face. The sounds of true despair followed. The most sorrowful weeps halted you in your tracks, you watched as Kyojuro’s body crumpled and he fell to the ground.

“Rengokusan!” You ran over to him and dropped to your knees. His eyes overflowed with tears and his face clenched with agony. This man who was always so strong, so jovial, so encouraging now kneeled on the ground while his hands desperately tried to wipe away his flood of tears.

“Kyojuro it’s me, I’m here I promise!” You said as you gripped his shoulder. Still he continued to cry, not even acknowledging your existence. He set his hands on the grass away from his eyes to steady himself, when he did, you noticed a letter sitting in front of his knees. It was the one Tengen sent out to the hashira announcing your wedding, it was tear soaked and crumpled.

Then Kyojuro spoke.

“Why? Why did I let this happen? (Y/n) was so close.”’ Then more tears burst from his eyes and he seemed to sink lower into himself as his hands quickly made their way back up to his face.

You had let go of him now, your hands trembled as you watched this horrible scene play out in front of you. Kyojuro was on his knees begging for you and there wasn’t anything you could do except watch.

The sky began to blacken, the storm had grown stronger and closer. The wind is now swaying both you and Kyojuro as it blows hard and fast. You looked to the sky and sharp rain speckled your face once again, the clouds boiled and rumbled while archs of bright red lightning snapped across the mass.

Then you turned to Kyojuro. Still paralyzed from heartache, he kneeled and sobbed even more uncontrollably.

You ran back to him, and clutched him from behind. His back heaved from the ragged breaths he was inhaling.

“It’s not safe here, we need to go!” You pleaded and yet he remained. Your arms wrapped tightly around his torso, he continued to sob even as the rain started to pour.

“Kyojuro please!” You screamed, the storm now relenting its strength upon you both.

The sky turned from grey to red in an instant. Everything seemed to slow as you watched as the sparkling red tip of lightning made contact with Kyojuro’s back. You saw how the lightning spread from muscles to veins to nerves in a fraction of a millisecond. His entire body clenched from the electricity and tips of his hair caught fire. It was terrifying, terrible, and horrible but you couldn’t pull your eyes away.

Then the pop of electricity and the shaking of the earth followed next. You were flung from Kyojuro and landed several feet away. His body laid limp on the ground before you, smoke rose above him.

“Kyojuro!”

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The sound of a heavy door being closed jolted you awake. Immediately you jumped and scanned the room. Instead of being in the midst of a violent storm, you were in your room at the Tengen estate chained together and gagged. You looked to where the noise that had awoken you came from, Uzui stood next to the badly battered door and was examining it closely.

“Impressive! When the girls told me that you managed to put holes through the door and almost escaped I didn’t believe them.” Uzui said as he nonchalantly strolled across the room admiring the scrapes, dents, holes, and all around damage you did.

“Impressive indeed, but not flashy in the sense that you were trying to leave me.” He said as he turned towards you. His white hair flowing around his handsome features. He wore a red yukata, his face absent of his usual makeup and jewels.

Tengen strolled towards you and bent down, so close you could feel his hot breath against your skin.

“Am I not fulfilling my role as a husband, (Y/n)?” He asked with his signature smirk, his eyes glazed over your restrained form. You only stared at him and silently tried to squeeze out of the tight cuffs around your wrist. Your mouth was stuffed with fabric.

“I can only assume that since you attempted to escape that you want to leave us. Can you tell me why?” He asked.

After a short time of him eyeing you, he reached behind your head and untied your homemade gag.

“I’ll ask again, why do you want to leave, (Y/n)?” He asked as he crouched in front of you and wiped the spit that had spilled onto your chin.

“I want to go home, Tengen. I don’t want to get married anymore, I-” you said before the thought of Kyojuro stopped you.

You knew it was a dream, still it was horrible to see Rengoku in such anguish. You felt the need to get to him burning inside your heart, but you couldn’t let anyone else know as that would bring troubles all their own.

Regardless, you had to find him. You had to make sure he was okay even if he wasn’t.

Even if your dream had been conjured out of your own lustful and arrogant mind, you had to know he was okay.

“Finish.” Uzui said in a threatening tone.

“What?” You asked looking back into his eyes.

“Finish what you were saying.” His words were like stone, they sent a feeling of dread through you.

“I already told you, I want to go home! I don’t want to marry you, I want to return to my old life!” You yelled in his face.

The quietest wisps of anger flashed through his eyes. He took a deep breath and stood up.

“Unfortunately, that’s not going to happen. You accepted my marriage proposal, and your things have been returned Master Ubuyashiki. He wished us well on our new future together.”

He continued,

“But because you defied my rules, attempted to escape, destroyed part of our home, and scared Hinatsuru, Suma, and Makio, I have no choice but to punish you.”

Then he bent down once more.

“You will learn not to defy me.” He spoke into the shell of your ear. Goosebumps rose on your skin.

“Remember just who you belong to.” He whispered one last time before getting up and walking towards the mangled door.

“You will stay in here for another couple days, and when I think you’ve had enough the girls will come clean you. Then we can start on your real punishment.” Tengen said as he reached for the door knob.

Before Tengen could open the door and walk out he turned to you one last time and said,

“Oh and one more thing, Kyojuro seemed overjoyed at the news of our wedding! In fact I think he shed a few tears.”

Uzui wore a sinister grin as he left you alone to stay in the dark.

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Time lost all meaning while you were locked inside the room.

The only way you knew it was day and night was by the sound of Tengen and the girls rustling and talking. Then at night things would return to being deathly silent, only the sounds of your own breathing and the flow of your blood to keep you occupied.

But as the days passed you took notice of how your senses began to heighten. You could easily distinguish everyone’s voice, footsteps and even breaths.

Hinatsuru walked with a purpose, her steps confident and prideful.

Makio walked with vigor, her steps were strong and powerful.

Suma was cautious and clumsy.

The hardest to detect were that of Tengen’s, they were quiet, almost indistinguishable. Still you found that even when he visited your room late at night the floor boards would ever so silently give under his weight.

He visited you often, and although he said nothing to you, you knew he was there. Observing through the cracked door every night.

“Don’t you think (Y/n) has been in there long enough?” Your ears perked at the sudden sound of conversation.

“It’s been days, Makio!” The shrill voice that spoke had to have been that of Suma’s.

“You know the rules, Suma. We have to wait until Lord Tengen is ready.” The voice of Makio replied in return.

‘Brilliant…’ You thought to yourself, impressed by your new skills.

You have been the topic of many conversations among the four lately. Mostly between the girls as to how long Tengen was going to keep you confined, but Tengen brought you up himself the other night to Hinatsuru. He had asked what she thinks you will be like when he finally lets you out. Hinatsuru replied that she thinks your “attitude” will have improved greatly, and you will be more willing to live a life of comfort under the protection of Tengen. She also mentioned that you would cling to Tengen and beg him to love you as fear is a powerful aphrodisiac. You heard Tengen’s breathy laugh as a response. No doubt that the idea of you throwing yourself on him was a pleasant one in his mind.

Not a moment too soon after the conversation between Suma and Makio did you hear Hinatsuru’s voice, she brought good news.

“Lord Tengen has decided that (Y/n) will be let out tomorrow. Although I don’t think they would harm anyone, nor have the strength to, we need to keep our guard up just in case. Don’t get too close, and don’t let your eyes off them. The chances for escape are high if they get loose.” Hinatsuru said, addressing the two other girls.

“What do we need to do?” Makio asked.

“All three of us will handle them tomorrow. They will be cleaned and dressed, then Lord Tengen would like to spend some time alone with them. As of right now Lord Tengen thinks it best if they have some water.” Hinatsuru finished.

“Yes!” Replied both Suma and Makio.

You heard Suma and Makio run outside to fetch some water from the well, your body couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of water. You were so thirsty, your throat tight and coarse from the lack of moisture. And tomorrow, you would have your chains removed.

It was nice to think you’d be able to be comfortable again.

Unfortunately you wouldn’t be able to rest for quite some time as this was only the beginning of your perils. Maybe not tomorrow and maybe not the next day, but you would escape. Anyone that stood in your way would face your wrath tenfold, spilling blood was not ideal but it would not become an obstacle. Even if that meant the blood of Lord Tengen himself.

Several minutes passed and then you heard the pattering of excited feet approach your door. All went quiet before the door gently opened, and in walked Suma with a tall cup of water.

The light from outside the room illuminated your body, you sat with your back against the wall, arms and legs chained tightly together.

Suma gasped seeing the state you were, dirty and covered in your own dried blood. You looked up her squinting as your eyes were not used to brightness.

“Um, I-I brought you some water!” She chirped, cup in her hand lightly shook as she trembled.

“Lord Tengen said you can come out tomorrow, and uh-he said you need to drink something too!” Her voice unsteady as she approached you cautiously.

You watched as she got closer, the whole while she shivered and shook because of your appearance. She knelt down and placed the cup in front of your feet.

You looked up at her again, tears were starting to rise in her eyes.

“Do I frighten you, Suma?” You asked in a horridly raspy voice. Suma seemed to flinch at your sudden question, because since Hinatsuru drugged and chained you, you had not uttered a word.

“N-no! You don’t!” She replied with a quiver in her voice.

“I love you, Suma.” You said as you reached for the cup and brought it to your mouth.

The clear cool liquid ran down your throat with ease. It was a glorious rain after a drought, never in your life had you experienced such pleasure from such a simple thing. As you continued to drink your body began to rehydrate and come back to life. Your muscles would stop cramping and maybe you could rest better that night.

You set the cup back at the end of your feet and returned to leaning your back against the wooden wall. Soon you would become nauseous from the amount of water you just consumed and how quickly. It would take everything in you not to vomit.

Suma quickly snatched the cup from the floor and fled back to the entrance. She turned and looked at you with tears rolling down her cheeks.

“I-I love you too.”

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Morning came and you sat patiently awaiting your release. First Tengen arose in the morning, then Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru followed. A short conversation was had which ended with Tengen announcing his departure, he would be back that evening and he expects to see you ready. The girls agreed and wished him well as he left.

After a bit of chatting all three of the girls approached your room. Hinatsuru opened the door to which Makio and Suma walked in first. Hinatsuru followed behind and then walked in front of the girls.

“We are going to unchain you. If you resist or try to run you’ll receive another sedative. It is in your best interest that we ask you not to give us any trouble.” Hinatsuru said with a hint of compassion in her voice. Although at times she seemed indifferent with you, you knew she loved you, otherwise you wouldn’t be in this situation.

She signaled to Suma and Makio, both went to either side of you and began to fiddle with your cuffs around your wrist. Hinatsuru knelt in front of you and unchained your ankles.

They freed you from your heavy chains and they let you be as you stretched and rubbed the raw spots that had formed because of them. After your muscles had gotten accustomed to not being restrained, Suma and Makio helped you off the floor. You balanced on unsteady legs, they were weak and sore. Even standing proved to be strenuous.

One step at a time the four of you shuffled into the bathroom, Suma and Makio held you up by either arm. In the bathroom, the large tub steamed with warm water and the scent of lavender filled the room.

You caught sight of yourself in the reflection of the water and my were you ghastly! Your skin pale with a slight grey hue. Your eyes sunken and purple. Your hair was an unruly mess. Your wrist and ankles were littered with bruises, some of which evolved into festering sores. Not to mention your hands still bore the injuries you sustained from punching through the door.

You laughed hoarsely and smiled.

“Easy on the eyes, am I not?” You asked while you continued to look at your reflection.

The room went deathly silent, then a stifled giggle escaped Suma’s lips. A second after Makio snorted and Hinatsuru squeaked. Hearing their reaction warmed your heart, it was nice that you were able to have a tender moment. Even if it were the last.

Gently you submerged yourself in the tub and took in the ecstasy that was from laying in warm water. Your aching body turned to mush as you sank further down. The girls let you relax for a bit before they washed your body and hair. You couldn’t deny that it felt heavenly being so clean again, and being pampered like you were made it that much better.

After you were thoroughly washed, the girls helped you out of the tub and assisted in drying you off. Then you were dressed in the silkiest yukata, it was a pale green with iris printed all along the sleeves. This was a luxury piece of clothing, such things you never got used to was the amount of high valued items Tengen purchased and dressed you in. You examined it closely.

“Is this new?” You asked Hinatsuru, to which she glanced over and realized you were talking about the yukata.

“Hmm? Oh yes, Tengen bought it not long after he came home. He thinks the color would look good on you.” She replied nonchalantly as she painted your toenails. The white paint matched those of the iris on your yukata.

“When will Tengen be home?” You questioned further.

She without looking answered,

“Soon.”

You left the conversation at that and waited patiently for your nails to dry.

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You were washed, scrubbed, dressed, and brushed. At that moment you looked like a new person and you felt like a new person. You didn’t feel like your old self, instead now you felt as if you had grown and matured. To your credit the past few days had been quite stressful to say the least. But now you relaxed and sat comfortably on the floor, with a small cup of tea in your hands. You knew tonight was long from over, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy a peaceful moment when the chance presented itself.

Hours filled with light conversation and the consumption of tea were ended by the sound of the shoji door being slid open. Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma stood from their seated positions and went to greet Tengen. You stayed seated in the living room and awaited instruction. Greetings were had and Tengen spoke with the girls. You chose not to listen as you were far too enthralled by the jasmine tea Hinatsuru had prepared for you.

What captured your attention was that of Suma and Makio barreling through the hall and back into the living room. Suma squealed and jumped joyfully as she stood in the doorway.

“(Y/n)! Tengen says he will need to speak with you in a few minutes!” She yelled cheerfully. You looked up at her and smiled.

‘This is far too painful’. You thought to yourself as you watched her elated actions. Painful in the sense that once this evening came, things would never be the same. And part of you mourned the loss of those previous times. You were happy with them at one time, but now things had changed and so had you. Part of yourself even blamed this situation on your own actions, maybe if you hadn’t acted so coy. Maybe if you just had been honest with yourself, you wouldn’t be here. Wouldn’t be here and cause all of the heartache you were about to.

You chanted a small prayer in your mind. One Gyomie Himejima taught you to call upon devas from the heavens to protect those you love.

Then Hinatsuru appeared from the hallway, she walked in and held open her hand. You reached up and clasped your hand around hers, together the two of you walked down and to the bedroom. You already assumed he would be waiting for you behind the paper door, still the whole strangeness of it all made you anxious.

Hinatsuru turned to you and smiled, in her eyes you saw the faintest bit of forgiveness. She seemed like she already knew how tonight was going to end, but she forgave you. Deep down inside she knew that you weren’t going to stay, they only made your spirit stronger from the way they had treated you.

She slid the door open, and ushered you inside. She closed the door and then you heard her sigh as she walked down the hall, into the living room.

You turned around and your eyes fell upon Tengen. He stood in the corner of the room lighting the lanterns that hung from the ceiling.

He wore only a thin tunic and his hair was pulled into its usual style. You had forgotten how massive Tengen actually was, you watched as he turned from the lanterns and walked towards you, his size alone made your throat tighten with anxiety. He stopped in front of you. His hand slipped under your chin and titled your head upwards. You looked at him with soft (e/c) eyes, his were full of excitement.

“You have no idea of how much I missed you.” Tengen whispered while your eyes were still locked. He bent down and captured your lips in his, his hand snuck around your back and pushed you into his embrace. Although your nerves were on edge and you could feel your heart pounding you kissed him back. You let him move you while he passionately embraced you, your hands on his muscular chest.

His kisses trailed from lips down your neck, he groaned when he felt you lean into him for more.

“Am I pleasing you, (Y/n)?” He asked, placing sloppy kisses all around your collarbone. His hands began to wander your body. You couldn’t deny his touch, it melted you. You moaned breathlessly when his hands found your waist, he wasn’t meaning to grip you so hard but his lust took over.

Soon you were on your back with Tengen snugly positioned in between your legs. He held your head up with his left hand, with his right he gripped your waist and lifted it slightly to meet his. He drug his clothed length up and down your slit. So sinfully he rutted his hips into you. Your body caved to the pleasure and an all too familiar coil began to tighten in your abdomen.

“Tengen, please-ah, keep going.” You moaned.

“That’s it, tell me how good I’m making you feel. Tell me how much you love me.” He said through heavy breathes as he quickened his pace.

“Fuck-you’re making me feel so good.” You replied feeling the coil tighten even more.

Then just as he started, he sat up and you whined from the sudden loss of friction.

“Don’t think you are getting off so easily, your punishment has only just begun.” He said as he removed his yukata.

He lowered himself back over you now, his lips connected with the soft flesh of your neck. As he did, his hands ran the length of your body. They stopped and cupped your breast harshly.

“Ah-fuck, Tengen!” You moaned, his lips moved from your neck and latched on your nipple. You could hear his groans as he teased you even harder.

“That’s it baby, call my name. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” Tengen said, his voice full of lust.

You watched as he pinned your arms above your head with only a singular hand. With his other he untied the knot that held your yukata together.

“After tonight, I won’t ever have to remind you about who you belong to. Maybe if you behave, I’ll let you cum.” Tengen said as ripped the yukata the rest of the way off. You were completely bare now, and Tengen smiled wildly as his fingers began to trace the outside of your soaked underwear.

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Your body ached and your vision was hazy. Your cheek stuck to Tengen’s sweaty skin as his chest heaved. You desperately tried to catch your breath as well, you were so spent after the things Tengen put you through. He used and filled you up for hours, the insides of your legs were sensitive and sticky. He degraded you with his words while he ruthlessly pounded into you, in the same breath he worshiped you.

“Dirty fucking slut, look at you, so fucking desperate for this dick…Shit, you take me so well, so fucking tight.” He said as his cock was nestled deep inside your hole.

But now he laid breathlessly on the bed with his arms wrapped firmly around your naked body. He pressed soft kisses against your head.

This evening was exciting, and even more pleasurable. Unfortunately, this charade had gone on long enough, and it is time for you to leave. You wish you could lay here just a little while longer and pretend that everything is alright. But you know deep down inside it’s not and it never will be; you’d never truly be happy like this.

‘If only things had been different.’ You thought to yourself as you sat up and straddled Tengen’s hips. He looked at you with the most loving eyes. His thumb rubbed the soft skin of your thigh. His gentle actions broke your heart.

“Lord Tengen?” You said looking down at him with your bright smile and bubbly voice.

“Yes, my love?” He asked as he continued to touch you tenderly.

“Would it be alright if I went to get some water from the kitchen?” You asked eagerly.

He smiled and sighed.

“Although I’d much rather keep you here in bed with me, I know you are probably exhausted at this point. Find Suma and Makio first. Then I want all four of you to come to bed.” He said as he admired your naked form sitting in his lap.

You stood up and scanned the room for something to wear, then you spotted his yukata he had worn several hours before. You walked over to it and picked it up from the floor.

“Can I wear your yukata, Lord Tengen? Pretty please!” You begged in the softest voice you could.

He chuckled as he watched you wrap yourself with the fabric.

“Be careful, it’s long on you.” He said before nodding his head.

You thanked him and excused yourself from the room.

Your nerves were on fire now. This was the beginning of the end. The end of this horrible nightmare. After tonight you’d be able to go home, and more importantly to Kyojuro.

During the days you spent in isolation, Kyojuro was the only thought on your mind. His words, his actions, his smile, you thought of all of it. At the beginning, you had only thought of Kyojuro as a close friend, but with time locked away and only your mind to keep you company, you realized that Kyojuro loved you all along. He was so desperate for your attention yet you were oblivious to his nature. While locked away you realized your love for him too, and it only grew stronger by hour.

‘I’ll be there soon, Kyojuro.’ You thought as you entered the kitchen.

Their Makio and Suma sat talking.

You walked towards the bucket that held the water that came from the well. The bucket had been emptied to make tea and now sat dry.

“Makio, Suma, would you help me go outside and get some water?” You asked to which they both obliged.

Together you three walked from inside, out on to the engawa, and down the steps to the well.

“Thank you, I really appreciate you two coming to help me.” You said as you stood next to Suma.

“Of course, (Y/n)!” Suma replied.

“Here let me get it, the bucket gets heavy.” Makio replied. You handed her the pail and returned to standing next to Suma.

Makio tied the loose rope to the metal handle of the bucket, then she slowly lowered it into the well. After a couple minutes she pulled it back up. She had been right, the bucket was awfully heavy as her arms were straining to pull it back up.

Once back at the top of the well, she lifted it over the edge onto the grass beside it.

Immediately you chimed in.

“Hey, I’ll carry it inside. I think it’ll do me some good to get my muscles back in shape!”

Makio backed up and watched you lift it from the ground. Water sloshed out of either side.

“Makio you were right! This is heavy!” You said, and as Makio turned to reply you threw the entirety of water in the bucket at her face. Instantly, you ripped the rope from the handle, wrapped it around both of your fists and threw your arms over Suma’s head.

When Makio cleared her eyes of water, she was met with a terrifying sight. You stood behind Suma with the rope placed tightly against her neck.

“I want both of you to listen to me very carefully.” You said with a deathly serious tone. Makio froze and watched as Suma began to cry and tremble. Her fingers wrapped against the rope so she could breathe.

“Suma, you know I love you, right?” You asked her. She nodded quickly as tears streaked down her face.

“And I never want to hurt you, right?” You asked her again, and she nodded.

“If you listen to my instructions, and do exactly what I tell you then I won’t hurt you, understand?” You replied and she nodded once again. You placed a soft kiss on her cheek; she began to sob.

“Makio, I want you to go get me Tengen’s swords. And don’t alert Hinatsuru or Tengen.” You said to her and she immediately ran inside.

You stood outside and tried to comfort Suma the best you could, yet she continued to shiver and sob.

Seconds later Makio returned with swords in hand, her eyes wide and her face anxious.

“Set them in front of Suma’s feet.” You ordered coldly. Makio obediently set them in front of Suma, to which you bent down and retrieved them.

Now armed with swords you replaced the rope that was held around Suma’s throat, with a blade. When Suma felt the sharp edge press very lightly into her skin she began to scream.

Not a second passed by before Tengen and Hinatsuru were on the engawa. Their eyes wide as they watched your movements, only after a few terrifying seconds did they regain the ability to speak.

“(Y/n), wha-what are you doing?” Hinatsuru asked as her hands subconsciously brought themselves up to cover her mouth in shock. Her voice sounded fragile and weak.

“Nobody moves!” You yelled and placed the blade closer into Suma’s neck.

“Oh no! Tengen!” Hinatsuru yelled. She turned to Tengen who wore only his undergarments. The shock of it all rendered him speechless and he leaned against the door frame to support his weight. Hinatsuru ran to him and began to cry into his chest. Makio stood frozen in fear as she watched you and Suma slowly retreat further into the yard.

“Nobody moves off of that engawa till you see Suma return. Failure to comply with these demands will result in the spilling of her blood.” You said as you crept back further. Suma coughed and wailed.

“Please, please just do what (Y/n) asks! Please!” She called out to them. And still they stood frozen.

You continued walking backwards till you were several meters into the woods that surround the Tengen estate.

“Shhhh, shh, Suma, hey it’s okay.” You said to her as you removed the sword from her neck. A thin red line showed where it had been resting, she was inconsolably. She reminded you of a small child, the way her hands covered her eyes and she seemed cower into herself as she cried. The sight tore your heart in two, you quickly wrapped your arms around her. She buried her head in your chest and hugged you back.

“Suma…wait 10 minutes after I leave and then go back home. It's best that you plead with them not to follow me.” You said.

You rested your chin on top of her head and ran your hand over her hair.

“I wish things had been different.” You spoke as you broke away from her. You placed one final kiss on her forehead before you left and sprinted deep into the woods.

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Your feet pounded against the earth, your muscles tore, your lungs burned. Your entire body felt as if we’re going to collapse at any moment but you pushed on. You focused your breathing, your muscles exerted as much power as they possibly could.

‘Kyojuro..’ your mind whispered.

Your knees faltered and your feet bled.

‘Kyojuro…’

Your vision blurred and your breaths were shallow.

‘Kyojuro…’

The trees blended together and the landscape distorted.

‘Kyojuro…’

You ran until you couldn’t anymore, and when you couldn’t run you crawled. And when you crawled the skin on your hands and knees gave way, a trail of fresh blood followed behind you.

Lights appeared in the distance. They were that of a large home; his home.

You used the last bit of strength your body could muster to stand. You intended to finish the last stretch of your journey walking, you stumbled forward and drug your injured feet through the dirt, one in front of the other.

You limped all the way to the front gates, there your body gave in and you fell to the ground muttering out Kyojuro’s name before ultimately passing out.

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The sound of birds and the smell of fresh tea roused from your slumber. It wasn’t until you heard the clattering of glasses did you fully wake. You jumped out of bed with a gasp and looked around you. You laid in a futon in the corner of a large room, you looked to see a startled much smaller version of Kyojuro standing some feet away holding a tray of cups. You looked down to see you were covered in medical wrappings from head to toe, you were perhaps a bit more injured than you first thought.

“You must Senjuro, right? Kyojuro’s little brother?” You asked and the young boy only nodded nervously.

“Well it’s nice to meet you, I’m sorry we had to meet in such unpleasant circumstances, nevertheless, allow me to introduce myself, I’m (Y/n).” You said as you extended your hand and smiled brightly. Senjuro’s face fell from nervous to concerned in an instant.

“Ah! (Y/n)! My brother said you aren’t supposed to get up, you are too hurt! Lay back down!” Senjuro yelled as he hurriedly shoved back into your bed.

“Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to worry you! Hey speaking of your brother. Where is he right now?” You asked.

Senjuro scooted beside you and began inspecting your bandages in case they needed to be redressed. He shook his head and replied,

“Um, I’m not sure exactly. Last night dad came inside and said there was a dead person laying in the yard. Kyojuro went out and then brought you inside, then he dressed your wounds. After that he mumbled about having to go take care of something and that he would be back before tomorrow evening.” Senjuro said as he gently rewrapped your wrist.

“Oh, I see…” You replied.

Then as if on cue the memories flooded back into your mind. You had collapsed in front of the Rengoku estate, Shinjuro Rengoku had your fall and came to inspect. There he found you laying face down in the dirt while your wounds bled profusely. He came in and told Kyojuro of the situation. Next thing you remembered was Kyojuro's blissful tears as he carried you inside. From that point, he washed your wounds and dressed them tenderly. He whispered words of love and how he knew you too were going to be reunited once again. Then a more troubling memory resurfaced. It’s was faded and hard to remember, but you could distantly recall Kyojuro’s voice,

“My darling spiderlily, now that I have you, I’ll never lose you again…”

#demon slayer requests #hashira x reader #demon slayer x reader #hashira headcannons #kny uzui #demon slayer #yandere kyojuro rengoku #rengoku x y/n #yander rengoku #yandere uzui #yandere uzui tengen #uzui smut #uzui tengen x reader #uzui x y/n #tengen x you #tengen smut #tengen uzui x reader

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beautifulblooms · 2 years

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Masterlist

Marvel

The Bond of Three-Makkari x Druig x Male! Reader

Loki General Headcanons

Convincing-Tony Stark x Male! Reader

Lord Of The Rings

Legolas Greenleaf General Headcanons--Part 1, Part 2

The Arcana

Muriel General Headcanons

Cuddling with Julian, Lucio, and Muriel as a poly Quadrouple

Cooking With Julian, Lucio, and Muriel poly headcanons

Legend of Zelda (Breath of the Wild)

Prince Sidon General Headcanons

Link General Headcanons (Hylian Reader)

Prince Sidon With a Narcoleptic Boyfriend Headcanons

Lazy Mornings with Prince Sidon Headcanons

Sidon Prompt Drabble, 1A+3A, Male Reader

Sidon Proposing to a Hylian Gone Wrong Headcanons

Prince Sidon With a Clingy!Male!Reader Headcanons

Jujutsu Kaisen

Yuji Itadori x Male! Reader Headcanons

My Hero Academia

Shouta Aizawa General Headcanons

A Long Night Paid Off-Shouta Aizawa x Male!Reader

Dating Young Shouta Aizawa Headcanons

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Tengen Uzui General Headcanons

Stranger Things

Reunited-Eddie Munson x Male! Reader

Eddie Munson General Headcanons

Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington (Separate) with a Plushy Obsessed Partner Headcanons/Drabble

Eddie Munson x Shy!Alt!Bf Headcanons

Let Me Spoil You Darlin’ - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

I Was Never the Same After I Saw You - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Eddie Munson x Male!Reader drabble, we're blaming @eddieverse

What a Surprise That Was - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Would You Still Love Me if I was a Worm - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

You're Still My Eddie - Kas the Bloodyfist!Eddie x Male!Reader

Hawkins' Pretty Boy - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Oh...oh - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

You're My Everything - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

I Fucked Your Mom Jason - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Take Him Back, Please - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

How Could You Do This to Me? - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

I Bite My Tongue, It’s a Bad Habit - Steddie + Male!Reader angst

I Bite My Tongue, It's a Bad Habit (sad ending/part 2) - Steddie + Male!Reader

The Bane of My Existence, and the Object of All My Desires - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader (Happy ending to I Bite My Tongue It's a Bad Habit)

Waterpark Days with Steve and Eddie Headcanons, FTM Reader

You’re Not Alone Here Babe - Steve Harrington x Male!Byers!Reader

Fuck the Mirror - Eddie Munson x FTM!Reader

What the Fuck - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Angst Tidbit - Steddie + Male!Reader

WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU RUNNING - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Can Ya Hear Me? - Eddie Munson x HardOfHearing!Male!Reader

Because Spoiling You is My Favorite Hobby - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Together Forever, Right? - 001/Henry Creel x Male!Reader

Handsome Boyfriend - Eddie Munson x FTM!Reader

Oh Eddie Baby Won't You Come to My Arms Tonight? - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

I Never Die Bitch - Implied Eddie Munson x Male!Reader + Steve simping like a true bisexual

We're Bloopin'! - Kas!Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Aye Aye Captain! - Steve Harrington x Male!Reader

Don't Touch That! - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Do Me Too! - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

You Two are so Different - Eddie Munson x HargroveTwin!Male!Reader

Genshin Impact

Kaeya Alberich General Headcanons

Venti and Diluc General Headcanons

Cooking with Thoma Headcanons

Xiao General Headcanons

Avatar (James Cameron)

Neteyam x Male reader headcanons

Jake Sully x Male Reader Headcanons

One of the People - Avatar! Jake Sully x Avatar! Male! Reader

Dual Love - Neteyam x Ao’nung x Male! Metkayina! Reader

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Newt Scamander headcanons, meeting him as a masc Hogwarts student

Resident Evil

Leon S. Kennedy Headcanons+Drabble

CoD: MW2

141 drabbles with Male! Sergeant reader

Ghost and Konig music Headcanons

If I was a worm... - Konig and Ghost x male! reader headcanons

Nom nom - Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" Mactavish x Male! Sergeant! Reader headcanons + Drabble

Never Gave Me Time of Day, My Dear - Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" MacTavish (implied) + Male! Segreant! Reader

Konig x Male! Reader headcanons

Cause I'm Mister Brightside - König x Horangi + male! Reader (unrequited love)

What do you want from McDonalds? - Father figure! Price + Gn! Reader

Throwing cheese at Konig like he's a cat, sheer crack

I shine only with the light you gave me - Denied! Father figure! Price + Male! Sergeant! reader

A Love Gone in the Wind - Ghost x Rejected! GN reader

Spider-Man: Into/Across the Spiderverse

Happy Father's Day - Miguel + kind of adopted male reader

Hey~ - Miguel O'Hara x secret boyfriend! Male! reader

Hey Mamas - Miguel x male! Reader headcanons + drabble

Callate... - Miguel O'Hara x GN! Reader headcanons +drabble

My Nuisance - Miguel O'Hara x Male! Reader headcanons + drabble

Too Late to be a Hero - Hobie Brown x Male! Reader

Baldurs Gate 3

#marvel #the witcher #supernatural #lord of the rings #the arcana #arcane #loz botw #jujutsu Kaisen #my hero academia #demon slayer #stranger things #james cameron avatar #cod mw2

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lovelikanroji · 11 months

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DNI

> only yandere blogs (it's alright if you write for yandere occasionally, just not only yandere)

> anyone without a proper pfp and a header/banner because i will assume you're a bot and you will get blocked.

> basic dni criteria

WHAT DO I WRITE?

> this is a kny blog only so i will only write for kny

> romantic and platonic relationships

> angst (to the best of my abilities at least), fluff, comfort

> gn and fem reader

> light suggestive (kissing, hugging, physical affection etc.)

> poly relationships (ex: obanai x reader x mitsuri)

> specified scenarios (ex: platonic hashiras with a demon thats like nezuko)

WHAT I DON'T WRITE

> nsfw or heavily suggestive fics

> pregnancy

> cheating

> specified readers (ex: tall reader with curly hair)

> male reader

> oc x character

> yandere

BFI

> simping is a constant thing here

> i am a multi-shipper

> i scream about the kny episodes bc usually i'm not ready to see them animated (esp the backstories, they break me like nothing else)

> i call everyone by nicknames (lovely, bby, bestie etc) but if that makes you uncomfy please let me know

> please don't tramadump

> i will answer asks when i can!! i still have school and a life outside of tumblr (also i have another writing blog) so it might take a while but i'll get to it eventually

> writings are when my inspiration fairies drop by (read: every once a month or so), occasionally i have an idea spree and post a lot one after another but that's really rare :')

> spam liking will get you blocked, reblog stuff at least every 3-4 posts

> i've read the manga so if i ever post sth with spoilers i will tag it + write it on the post

> please don't repost or translate my work, reblogs are welcome but reposts are not and will get you blocked

WHO DO I WRITE FOR?

> Giyuu, Shinobu, Mitsuri, Obanai, Sanemi, Uzui (+ his wives), rengoku

> tanjiro, zenitsu, inosuke, kanao, genya, nezuko, muichiro (platonic only)

> akaza, daki & gyutaro, tamayo, yushiro

WHO I DON'T WRITE FOR

> Gyomei (i just can't bring myself to write for him i'm sorry)

> Aoi (see reason above)

> muzan, douma, gyokko, hantengu, nakime, kaigaku

> kokushibo & yorichii (at least until i get their personalities right)

> shinjuro rengoku

if you still have questions feel free to send me an ask!!

#rules.

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toxiccluvvv · 2 years

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Sweet (2);

Pairing: Tengen Uzui x You

Content warning: swearing

Word count: 737 words

Readers sex: Female

Summary: Tengen takes you on your first date <3.

This is a request for @unsuretater-simp

Masterslist-

{I can make a part 3! I enjoy this little scenario that I made-}

Tengen was beyond excited for the date you had planned for Friday night, he was so excited even his students saw a change.

“Okay class, I want you to draw what you perceive to be beautiful.” He spoke with a smile, already knowing what he wanted to draw. As his students began to sketch out their drawings, Tengen began to sketch you.

You had a very busy week, so the week flew by. Your brothers have been grilling you about the man who you’re going on a date with, Tengen hasn’t been in this week, so they couldn’t see him.

“You know we meeting him before you leave right?” Your brother spoke from beside you, you simply giggle ignoring him. It was almost time for Tengen to be here and you had to get ready.

You put on your favorite Haori, while letting your hair fall on your shoulders. You were so excited, you’ve never been asked out before, especially someone so attractive.

When you heard your doorbell ring, you rushed down the stairs. When you opened the door you were at a loss for words, he looks absolutely handsome. He was wearing his hair down, he was wearing a long red Haori, with earrings. To say he looked good was an understatement.

Tengen thought you looked breathtaking, you were wearing a thigh length (f/c) Haori, your hair was down, and you were wearing light makeup. He noticed someone come from behind you before he could greet you.

“Are you the boy who’s going to be taking her out?” The man from behind her spoke with his arms crossed. Tengen smiled before responding, “I am! My names Tengen Uzui! It’s nice to meet you!”

“I’m (y/n)’s brother, it’s a pleasure. Treat her well.” He spoke before walking away, you blushed, slightly embarrassed.

“Well… we can go now..” you spoke, grabbing your sandals and your bag, closing the door as you stepped out. “You look beautiful.” Tengen spoke from behind you as he held his hand out for you to hold. You blushed looking down at the ground, “thank you, you don’t look bad yourself..”

The two of you drove to the school first, “I know you may be a little confused, but you just gotta follow me.” He chuckled lacing his hands with yours as he walked in the school.

The two of you walked to the art room, he unlocked the door, and turned on the lights. All around the room he had his students art on display with the drawing of you in the middle, “I had my students draw what they perceived as beautiful, I drew you.” You turned around with tears in your eyes; you’ve never had anyone do such things for you.

“Tengen… it’s so beautiful.” You spoke with a blush before wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiled wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “I only drew the assignment.” He chucked.

The two of you left with your picture, and drove to your real date. You both went to a music festival, Tengen loved to listen to music, so he thought it would be a fun date.

The two of you danced, ate food, and spent the whole night together. You knew you were growing feelings for the man, you loved being around him, and you loved his energy. At the end of the nights they started fireworks.

Tengen admired you looking up at the flashy sky, “I had an amazing night with you.” Tengen spoke squeezing your hand lightly.

You smiled at him, “so did I, you’re amazing.” You giggled, genuinely feeling on top of the world. “You’re the amazing one, you’re so beautiful.” He smiled turning to face you. You blushed looking down, he chuckled before lifting your head. “May I kiss you?” He whispered leaning in closer, all you could do is nod your head, as you began to lean in too.

When the two of your lips met your stomach erupted with butterflies, you never wanted this feeling to end. The two of you remained that way a few moments before the two of you broke apart, “your kissing skills are flamboyant.” He spoke with a small chuckle, you giggled as you felt a blush spread across your cheeks. “You’re not to bad yourself.”

Your first day with Tengen was fucking amazing, so much so he asked for another one.

#tengen x y/n #tengen fluff #tengen x you #kimetsu no yaiba tengen #uzui tengen #tengen kny #tengen uzui #academy tengen #tengen headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer tengen #demon slayer oneshots

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udelnut · 2 years

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Tengen with his hair down 🛐

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #uzui tengen #fanart #my art #uzui simp right here

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meowzfordayz · 2 years

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nobody like you

Author’s Note: did a ton of random research for writing this — really every fanfic ends up involving some sort of research... still gotta brush up on my Taisho Era clothing knowledge. 🤓

nobody like you

Kamaboko x Reader

Word Count: ~2,600

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content, traumatic references

Song Inspo: Nobody Like You by Little Mix

Request Fulfilled: Hi can I request headcannons of tanjiro x reader, zenitsu x reader, and inosuke x reader where the reader is a simp for their partner and mildly dislikes everyone else

~faqs~

Something tells me

Zenitsu would be too blissed out

On the fact that

[Y/N]-CHAN IS NICE TO ME?!?!?!?!?!

To notice how:

You constantly interrupt Tanjirou when he’s just trying to get out a full sentence my golly gosh

If you’ve heard one of his inspirational pep talks

Then really, you’ve heard them all

Yada yada, blah blah blah

—Writing that made me sad ☹️

—We stan Tanjirou in this household 🥰

—Anywho

You’re always stepping on the back of Inosuke’s heels

Because

He annoys everything that is even remotely good out of you

Instantly

It’s his fucking boar head

Can’t take that shit seriously

Muffles everything he says

Smells bad

Looks bad

Ugh

You aspire to someday trip him near a hill

And watch him tumble 🙃

Not a dangerous hill

But a steep and long enough one that the satisfaction gained from your mischief = 💯

You essentially shade everyone

Not complete strangers ofc

You aren’t a menace to society

You have finesse 😎

But Hashira be damned

With their unpredictable, headache inducing ✨quirks✨

“Nobody cares Uzui-sama,” you sound bored

He deflates, Nichirin cleavers halting their spinning, flashy motion

“[y/n]! I’d like to see you do something impressive!”

Man’s ego bruises like a peach

You yawn

“Uzui-sama. I’d rather not.”

Not for him

—

You aren’t mean

You’re simply

~low energy~

Liking people requires effort

And you’re not here for that

Well

Almost 😅

…

“[yyy/nnn]-chaaan!”

You smile so naturally, so fondly

As his voice rushes to you

“Zeni-chan!”

You turn around

“Are you kidding me…” Sanemi grunts under his breath

Only moments ago you were blatantly ignoring his failures attempts to invite you to spar with him

Mind you

Sanemi likes you as much as you like him

Not much

But you’re, unfortunately, an okay sparring opponent

So 🙄

Man just wants to get good

“Why are you talking to hiiiiim?” Zenitsu points anxiously at Sanemi

Zenitsu’s chill with scars

Scars are cool

But Sanemi? The man himself?

Sanemi is so scary

“I’m not,” you shrug

Sanemi’s mouth hangs open

Like, wtf?

How does cheddar boi get your attention so easily ??

“Oh!” Zenitsu grins

“What can I do for ya?” you reach for his hand

P.S. Sanemi’s totally seething as y’all just saunter away from him #loveydoveyshit

P.P.S. Sanemi forgets that y’all are a thing

P.P.P.S. Because it’s boggling for Sanemi to imagine you being pleasant to anyone

P.P.P.P.S. But then you do something terribly out of character like giggle and nudge your shoulder against cheddar boi

P.P.P.P.P.S. And cheddar boi fucking squeals and pinches your cheek and screams about how pretty you are

P.P.P.P.P.P.S. And you just… giggle harder?

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Sanemi shudders 🤢

—

If Sanemi thinks that’s shudder worthy

Then he’s lucky he misses a majority of your time with Zenitsu

You’re sickeningly gentle with him

And he laps that shit UP 🤩

Whenever you’re together his hair be looking like y’all just fucked 🥵

But you’re simply fascinated

soft sunshine bounce

Happily combing your fingers through it

Scratching behind his ears juuust right

“Uhmf,” Zenitsu’s in heaven

“Aww Zeni-chan… so cute…” you coo

The number of afternoons you’ve spent just sitting in one spot?

Because he fell asleep with his head in your lap

Countless

Shinobu made the mistake once

Of inquiring about a leftover drool stain

On your pants

After one such afternoon of Zenitsu napping

Which, honestly, wouldn’t have bothered you

Except that Zenitsu was beside you

Clinging to you as an embarrassed whine escaped him

Your eyes narrowed

“Pardon, Kocho-sama?”

She walks into your trap, “That stain on your pants, [y/n]. Have you tried using lemon juice or white vinegar to remove it?”

“I have not, nor do I plan on it. If you have a problem with Zenitsu’s saliva, then you should keep it to yourself.”

Zenitsu whines louder, face redder than an Akane apple

Okay maaaybe you just unintentionally threw him under the bus carriage

😬

You’ll apologize profusely asap 🥺

Shinobu lets out a little gasp

“Oh that’s my bad Agatsuma-kun. I have no problem with your saliva. I’ll just…” be on my way now

Shinobu doesn’t stick around to finish her sentence

You immediately hug yourself to Zenitsu, mumbling frantically

“I’m so so sorry Zeni-chan I don’t know what came over me!”

His arms tighten around your hips, his fluster dissipating quickly

“You’re so amazing [y/n]-chan! You look out for me and defend me and are so gorgeous inside and out.”

You sniffle, burrowing your nose further into his chest

“Even when I’m looking out for your drool?”

He beams adoringly, “Especially when you’re looking out for my drool! Nobody else would think to do that for me.”

You chuckle shyly, still inwardly reprimanding yourself

“If you say so Zeni-chan.”

If Inosuke’s a bit ✨rough around the edges✨

Then you’re that one kitchen knife that everyone thinks is reasonably dull

Only to cut themselves on it doing some menial task like slicing cucumbers

You appear friendly enough

Standing next to Inosuke helps

I mean, boar head vs normal head?

But man oh me oh my

Your patience for nonsense?

🚫 the limit does not exist 🚫

Except, it does

And it’s extremely, extremely

Low

And like

Just think about it

Does a single Hashira, let alone Zenitsu, although maaaybe Tanjirou, come to mind who isn’t full of some type of nonsense ??

Gyomei cries wolf

Obanai’s attitude ticks you off

Mitsuri fawns far too frequently

You tolerate Shinobu because

Well

She do be healing you when you get fucked up

But Kyojuro is just unbearably nice

—sobs I love him so much 😤

While Sanemi’s unnecessarily abrasive before you even flip your shit on him

Muichiro gets on your nerves bc

It’s impossible to hold a conversation with him

Giyuu’s haori sparks your interest

The rest of him?

Not so much

And Tengen?

You’re all for flashy or flamboyant

But ffs you canNOT handle both 😐

You figure

You’re not exactly anyone’s favorite either

Although

It’s less so that you’re annoying to others

And more so that they become annoying to you first

—Except for Sanemi

—The annoyance is mutual

Considering your sky high standards

The fact that Inosuke never irritates you

Isn’t a fact

He always irritates you

The difference?

Idk

That he’s upfront about it?

Man knows he pushes your buttons 1,452 times a day

Sometimes it feels like he’s keeping track

And going for the record

Every

Fucking

Day

And somehow

It endears you

You look forward to his nonsense

To your stomach twisting from laughing too hard

And getting to break up

The fights that he starts

Tsk tsk ing when you spy

A new bruise

Scrape

Cut

He’s the only person

Who asks, “How ya doing?” and “Feeling okay today [y/n]?”

Although, to be more accurate

He’s the only person you ever feel like actually answering

“Inosuke,” you poke his bare shoulder

You 💖 poking him

Those meaty shoulders 😌

“[y/n].”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Can I ask you something?!?!”

You glare

He glares back, “Do ya like me?”

“That’s your question?”

“You never tell anybody how you’re doing, how you’re feeling,” his smugness rn

GAH

“‘Cept me.” 😇

You’re not caught completely unaware

Because

For the past couple days weeks months

You’ve lowkey been dropping hints

—So there may have been

A ~recent evening

In which Inosuke barged into your room

Had to go get tools and come back and spend 20 minutes getting your door to stay in its place

Barging in

Because he’d shopped in town that morning

And was finally ready to drink and settle in for the night

This sake that Tengen yapped and yapped about

And it occurred to him

That he’d never seen you tipsy

Drunk

Wasted

None of the spectrum

Why not tonight?!

“You wreck my door then assume I want to drink sake with you?” you’d crossed your arms

“Yup.”

Resigned to your fate, you’d ushered him in, gesturing to the floor, “Make yourself comfortable.”

“Wait-” you’d sighed, “I appreciate that you’re at least properly dressed, but the boar head comes off.”

Real talk

Inosuke was shocked you’d even let him return to fix your door

So boar head came off

“[yyy/nnn]-chaaan,” amusingly, his gruff tone turned sing-songy when he was tipsy

“Mm?”

“Why’d’ya put up with me?”

You’d stared at him carefully, noting the subtle flush and dampness of his skin, eyes glistening brightly, “Why did you offer me sake and then drink most of it?”

He’d guffawed, paying more attention to the playful curve of your mouth than the words coming out of it

“[yyy/nnn]-chaaan,” he’d tried again, “Why’d’ya put up with me?”

“Because you fill me with joy.”

Your response had startled you

To his credit

He’d just

Smiled

At you

“M’sleeping here. On floor.”

You’d raised an eyebrow

“What if I forget you’re here in the morning and step on you?”

He’d opened an eye at you from his sprawled position, “You want me here in the morning?”

“Go to sleep,” your voice had retorted

If he hadn’t dranken most of the sake

Then he might’ve heard the wobble in your throat

…

If he’d woken up with a pillow under his head

Yours noticeably missing

His boar head set thoughtfully

On your windowsill

A blanket tucked warmly at his feet and spread over him

Then he’d never mentioned it

—

“Can I ask about the consequences?”

“Ah, what’s the fun in that?” Inosuke grumbles

“Heartache is not fun,” you mutter

“Heartache from liking me or not liking me?”

“That depends on whether you like me smartass,” you are calm, you are steady

“Nuh uh. If you like me and I don’t, heartache. But if ya don’t like me and I do, or if you like me and I like you, then your heart’ll be fine.”

“Since when do you speak like a wiseass?” 🤨

“I think you like me,” he nods confidently

Big sigh

You give in 😮‍💨

To his brash humored

Boar headed

Push-every-button-on-the-elevator

Persistence and affection

“Come to my room later?”

He yells triumphantly, fist pumping and spinning spinning spinning

“Not like that,” you hiss, “I just… I like taking care of you.”

Inosuke stops spinning

Puffs up his chest

“In that case, [y/n], could you get me some water?”

You snort, “Nope.”

“Please?” he pauses, “And, thank you?”

He has manners?! 🤯

But like

What did you expect? 🧐

This man totally believes he’s the shit 👑

Informing him straight up that you like taking care of him

Is just an invitation for him to take advantage

—”Thirsty?” Tanjirou waves at you as you stomp into the kitchen

“No.”

Small talk irks you

Which means

Tanjirou

Bless his little heart

Irks you

Often

“Oh. Um. Okay.”

“It’s for Inosuke.”

Tanjiou watches you leave

With a huge glass of water

And leftover shrimp tempura

His nose crinkles

Little brain struggling to connect the dots

For Inosuke?!

This angel 🥲

Always tries

To help you

See the best in others

“Tan… I don’t want to,” you grumble

You’re sitting on his bed

Legs stretched out

As he tugs off

His sweaty kimono

—Does this seem a bit ooc bc like, darling Tanjirou stripping mindlessly in front of their partner w/o even blushing ??

—Well don’t worry

—I assure you he’s blushing

—Like, might actually be on 🔥 blushing

—But his discomfort is minor

—Compared to how radiantly you ogle him ☀️

—You hype this man up 24/7

—You can’t tell me he doesn’t highkey lowkey have a praise kink

—Bc he totally does

—So yeah, darling Tanjirou strips in front of you

—Not all the way !! Yeesh !! Unless you’re about to have sex obvi

—And you get to cheer him on

—Abs, abs, abs !!

He looks at you sternly

You pout

Quickly rearranges his face

To something more neutral

Because your pout game is 💪🥇

He’s cautious, “But dear... I know how much you love udon, and it’s been a while since we’ve gone out.”

You scowl

He winces

“Tan. I don’t like going out.” Sigh

“And don’t call me dear.” 😓

“It makes me feel old.” 😭

“But I love when you call me sweetheart,” you throw the poor guy a bone

“Sweetheart,” he smiles in spite of himself, “What’s really going on here?”

—You also can’t tell me

—He doesn’t read you like a book

“You didn’t eat the lunch I made you.”

He blinks

Pardon?

“I spent an absurd amount of time preparing it for you,” you huff, “I even asked Aoi-san for tips on getting the rice perfect.”

You generally avoid Aoi

Too bossy

“And you didn’t eat it,” you frown, “But oh let’s join Zenitsu and Inosuke for udon [y/n] even though you know I can’t tolerate them through an entire meal.”

Tanjirou’s crestfallen expression softens your frustration

He’s always trying

Trying so hard to include you, to introduce you

Not that you don’t know everyone

It’s just

They don’t know you

—They’ve never met the [y/n]

Who puts a pair of socks

Outside when it’s sunny

Rushing to find Tanjirou

Once they’re nice and toasty

Giggling as you get him

To sit down and take a break and enjoy the sunshine

Revealing the pair of socks

Insisting that you put them on for him

Clapping gleefully when he hums contentedly

“I always forget about how sore my feet are. Where would they be without you sweetheart?”

—Or the [y/n] who

Gently raps on his door

No matter that it’s hours after you

Should both be asleep

Because you just know

When he’s lying awake

Unwillingly replaying

The pooling of blood

And stench of he was too late

Beneath his loved ones

Unwilling to cry

Only able to

Clutch at his chest

With rough fingers

Until he hears your tap tap tap

“Tan, may I come in?”

He never says yes

Never says no

But he’s always grateful

For the quiet reassurance of your footsteps

Crossing the threshold from the hallway

Into his room

His body dipping toward you

As your weight sinks into his bed

Grounding scents of sleepy concern adoration

Wrapping him as tenderly as your arms

Kisses pressed soothingly along his shoulder blades

Red thawing to the

Familiar darkness of his room

Of his room with you in it

He is in his room

You are safe

Holding him

Already unconscious again

He is not too late

…

“I’m sorry Tan. I’m being petty. You’re so thoughtful. I do like udon,” you murmur

He shakes his head, slipping on a clean kimono

Opens his arms wordlessly

You scoot off his bed

And settle yourself against him

“Let’s eat udon tonight, Tan. I want to. I promise. With Zenitsu and Inosuke.”

“And I promise I ate the lunch you made for me,” he rests his hands on the small of your back. “It was so delicious I went to the kitchen for seconds,” he chuckles, “But then I got distracted and didn’t finish them.”

Your eyes widen

He had gotten distracted because you’d surprise tackled him

Ehh

Not exactly surprised

He’d smelled your excitement behind him

And had happily accepted your tackle

“You promise, promise?”

Tanjirou touches his lips to your forehead as the faint unease in your scent finally fades, “I promise, promise sweetheart. You’re wonderful.”

“You too Tan, you too…”

You snuggle deeper into him

“Love you Tan.”

“Love you more.”

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You’re the only daughter of a prestigious, high-rank government official; a cold, abusive man who wants you to be ladylike within the comfort of your gilded cage, when you’d rather be anything but.

It will take deceit and cunning to slip by his tight leash. Disguising yourself as a man, you begin sword lessons in secret in the hopes of one day becoming what you’ve come to learn are ‘demon slayers’. And when an actual, real-life Hashira - a beast of a man with hair like moonlight - passes through the short reach of your cage, you’re determined for him to accept you under his tutelage, even if his answer is a stern and resounding ‘no’.

You won’t give up that easily. And you’ll do whatever it takes to make Uzui Tengen take you under his wing, even if it means deceiving him, disguising yourself as a man, and running away from the life of luxury you know.

It goes without saying that things get messy within this tangled web.

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Chapter Index - or - Read it on ao3

. Chapter 2 .

. Who's Hunting Who .

No sooner had your bedroom door slid closed had you set about in preparation for what was surely madness; for what else could you rightly call your second confrontation with a demon? And a willing one at that? A creature not of flesh, but of fear, and a hunger for it.

But even were it madness, it would not dissuade you. And should you even succeed in finding the demonic fiend, this was not to be a skirmish like the last. You had no intention of simply staring, wide-eyed. Helpless. Frozen to the floor in shock like the last time you faced such a fiend, and instead every intention of sinking blade through damnable flesh.

If there was indeed a demon snaking through the shadowed underbrush of your mountain village, you would root it out. And, like that slayer who came before you, you would send it back to whatever hell it slunk from.

A year of training would surely serve you well, though you were still far from truly mastering your blade. But again, you wouldn’t let that stop you. Nothing would.

Not even your father’s guard, posted most unfortunately just outside your bedroom door - the boots of whom could be heard sauntering to their station, heralding your lack of freedom for the remainder of the evening.

“Your chambers will be guarded throughout the night until such a time I deem otherwise,” your father had sternly ordained.

You didn’t know this particular guards’ name, though you’d seen him just below the staircase as you headed toward your chambers just minutes ago. His harsh-lined eyes had turned to watch you pass from behind a wreath of kiseru smoke, which he blew away listlessly as you slipped by. You’d heard him tap out his pipe before following you to the post he held now, thus assuring you were tucked away safely inside; your room a prison in its own right, and he the warden of it.

Ever your father’s obedient dog, just like the rest of them.

Well. Not all of them. All except for your friend, Goro, and you smiled slightly at the thought of him. At just how frustrated he always looked whenever you tried to make him laugh, especially at those particular times when one most definitely should not.

Though your pleasant reveries were short-lived; your smile stricken with the same sort of nervousness that kept your heart sprinting at a rabbit’s pace.

I can do this, you assured yourself again. Stripping off your exquisite kimono with some difficulty and leaving it a tangled, abandoned pool of springtime silk upon the floor. Replaced in favor of more suitable garb - a man’s garb. Cinching tight the waistband of dark hakama trousers, before wrapping a band of cloth around your breasts to flatten their curves and slipping a loose, dark top over that.

Catching sight of yourself in the reflection of your rosewood dressing mirror, you pressed your lips, apprehensive and flat, at the image of someone who was half you, half your alter ego, Ichiro. The only touches needed to complete the transformation being your black mask, tucked up and over your lower face, and your hair tied haphazardly into a knot atop your head. The latter of which you rectified while anxiously eying your reflection, though you didn’t risk donning your mask yet. Not when the possibility of being caught in this very likely foolish endeavor to slip past your guard was so high. It would be difficult enough to explain away your wearing of pants, let alone a mask to accompany their curiosity. So you tucked it away in your pocket for now, ready to conceal your features the second you managed to slip outside.

If you managed it.

Doubtless you wouldn’t by door.

That left you with only one other option. A most precarious one, what with your bedroom being nestled upon the household’s third floor. But this was a night of trouble, and of trouble not stopping you from seeking still more of it. Your window was your only means of escape, and so you’d have to use it.

You’d slip from the manor undetected, gather up your sword from the safekeeping of your sensei’s possession, and with it’s aid hunt down whatever demon plagued your village.

I’ll be fine… you reassured your troubled reflection for the dozenth time.

You took to ripping the sheeting off your bed, tearing bunches of fabric into long, careful shreds as quietly as you could. It was tedious work, but before too long you had enough strips to work with; busying yourself next with tying the ribbons together into what you hoped were sturdy enough knots. And like this you crafted a makeshift rope, which you took with you toward the dwindling sunset-glow of your window.

Quietly, you slid open the latticework door to your private balcony. It was modest in size - if you could consider anything about the house you lived in modest. Overlooking the distant, nighttime gleam of the village hidden beyond the treeline below, and quite the height to attempt scaling down from. Which was likely why, as you peered down over the wooden railing like a skittish marmot, you saw not a guard in sight to stop such a stupidly dangerous endeavor.

Attempting to smother out your hesitation, you swallowed against a sudden knot in your throat as you pictured just how easily you might break at the bottom should your slapdash rope fail to hold your weight. But you swiftly shook the thought of it away; tying one end of rope to one of the banister’s rungs before tossing the rest of it over, its length left dangling like a snake with its tail swaying just above the ground. There was no time for uncertainty. Not with the sun already sinking beneath the horizon, pinprick stars already trailing in those sunset shades left behind it. Not with the possibility of yet another poor soul being taken by a fiend.

“You don’t fear heights more than demons, do you?” you mumbled wryly to yourself, fingernails scratching nervous lines atop the railing. Before finally, you forced yourself to fold up and over it, hugging to its outline like an earthworm hugs the earth, afraid to be plucked up by the scouting of a kingfisher’s beak. Doing your utmost to ignore that threatening height hanging under you, for every time your attention slipped so did your stomach plummet, as though you’d lost your grip and were falling already.

Cautiously, you let go the railing fully from your grasp, instead lowering yourself down the rope. First by one foot, and then another, with you ever fastidious not to risk too many glances downward. The rope flexed taut between your fingers, stretched to its limit as slowly you went. Some of the knots nearly giving out, slipping by an inch as you struggled, with you biting back desperately on the instinct to scream. So much so that by the time your feet were finally reunited with solid ground, you gulped down a breath so relieved that you had to slap a hand over your mouth immediately to silence it, lest the sound of sighing betray you to anyone keen enough to hear it.

You gave yourself only a moment to regain your bearings. Glancing back up the way you came to watch your knotted bedsheets sway thickly in the night’s coming breeze. And it struck you, then - like a stray hoof to stablehand’s chest - just what an oversight you’d made already, without so much as slipping off the property. Your eyes slowly growing wide.

The rope…!

You jerked its length, once, like that might somehow loose it. And when it very much did not, alarm strung through you like a fist of suffocating vines, throwing you into a fit of panic that had you pulling on that rope for dear life, your heels skidding across the earth with just how madly you threw your weight against it.

Though the fabric of it strained, the knot atop it didn’t budge an inch.

Damn it!

It remained, that rope - a beacon of your transgresses for anyone to see. With no way to cut it down other than to climb back up it, which would put you right back where you started.

That simply wasn’t an option. And standing there, silently scolding yourself, wasn’t going to help a thing, either.

Shoulders clenched, you turned away from your already glaring mistake - hopefully the only one you’d make. Forcing yourself to focus instead on slipping fully from your night-drenched cage. You’d just have to deal with whatever came of your thoughtless folly later, when there was one less demon in the world. But for now you had a job to do; one that was far more important than anything it might cost you.

Curling one fist around the mask still stuffed inside your pocket for reassurance, you rehoned your nervous energy toward flight, taking off at a mostly-silent sprint, off of the cobblestone and into the more forgiving grass beyond it. Your rice-straw zōri sandals lightly rapping the earth beneath your quickened feet.

Twelve foot high walls, tall and imposing, encircled the entire estate; yet they were merely decorative for a portion on the east side facing the rising cliffs. A useful little fact Goro had unwittingly let slip one day while the two of you chatted beside the courtyard’s koi pond, and one you took full advantage of, having used it time and time again since the day of its discovery. All it had taken was a bit of patience and a very sharp knife to whittle through the cord binding each bamboo slat of that section together, and with it broken you could bend past a few pieces just enough to slip outside, with the wooden stocks shooting bolt upright again behind you the second you squeezed past them. No one had ever noticed, so little trace it made, thus it had always served you well when sneaking out past dusk. Tonight would be no different, and you were soon hastening your way toward the glow of hamlet lights in the distance, burning above the treeline as if kindling for a forest blaze.

You never grew bored of the village’s nightlife, and its cobbled streets found you just as brightly as they always did at dusk. The town itself a firefly of light and life, floating listlessly through the mountain-meadow breeze. Not as jarring or vibrant as some of the further away cities, like one you’d once visited with your father as a girl, but still a beacon of humanity within the forests and fields that cradled it. Merchant shops, restaurants, tea houses and bars all lit up the night, lining the streets with the remnants of daytime’s bustle. Walls and doorways strung with row upon row of glowing lanterns gently swaying in the breeze, and some of the more modernized dwellings lighting up the night with shows of electricity; a medley of old and new that made your village beautiful and unique.

You set down one light-dripped street, feeling much more at home here than you ever did within your actual home. Skipping over leaves and river-moss carried in from hand-cart wheels as you brushed your way through nightlife’s bustle, those late-night pleasures and last ditch dealings. Making your way toward the heart of town before instead turning off, toward those smaller abodes stemming off into the distance, their paths turned dirt from cobble. Taking that familiar, rock-laden road that led to your sensei’s dwelling.

There was far less light to guide you beyond the village outskirts, though the moon was nearly full, with only wisps and promises of cloud before it. Bright enough to forge your way forward, though with the possibility of a demon on the loose and with you very much unarmed, you did so swiftly.

The thought of what that demon might be up to even now renewed your sense of urgency. So much so that when you finally reached your master’s home, stopping just shy of his front door, you had to resist the urge to rudely barge in. Trawling out your mask, you tugged it roughly over your head and around your neck before lifting its edges back up again, fitting them over mouth, nose, and chin, with only your eyes left revealed, peeking out atop it.

“Sumimasen,” you announced yourself rather brusquely, your voice a drop lower than its usual feminine cadence - going so far as to rap your knuckles on the doorway's wooden frame.

You heard your master’s shuffling, and then the door slid open; your master standing a bit hunched, his amble shrouded by the sharp musk of saké.

“Ichiro?” he questioned, befuddled to see you there - though clearly it was you (or, rather, Ichiro ). “What on earth are you doing here so late?”

“I’m sorry to bother you, sensei,” you said, walking inside as he stepped aside for you to enter, though you made no move to remove your shoes or stray in further as you normally might, turning to stare at him pointedly. “I’ve come for my sword, and then I’ll leave you in peace.”

“Oh?” your sensei asked, raising a scraggly brow. “Well you’ve disrupted my peace already. Whatever for, at this hour?”

Curse him and his questions - you didn’t have time for this!

“Please, master,” you prompted again in lieu of spinning up a lie. “My reasons are my own, though I assure you they’re far worth telling. However, time is of the essence.”

Your master droned a long and craggled hum, thoughtfully mulling this over to himself. Before, slowly, a wry grin tugged across his lips.

“I see,” he mused at last. “So this is about a woman, then… You mean to impress some damsel awaiting at your home with a demonstration of swordplay, no?” He chuckled to himself as warm blotches prickled up your face at the ridiculousness of such a statement, especially as he cooed, “Ah, to be young and in love.”

The thought of you wooing some lovely, lovestruck maiden made your pulse skip off kilter for whatever reason, and you most certainly didn’t have time for whatever in any hell that was, either.

“Just…” you bit back an irritable scowl, glad he couldn’t see the embarrassment burning behind your mask. “Just get me my sword, old man!”

“Such impatience,” he admonished with a tut of the tongue, though he turned to retrieve your weapon all the same. And when he’d offered it to you, the length of its carmine saya balanced between his gnarled, outstretched hands, you snatched it up before bobbing in a quickly distracted bow.

“Arigato gozaimasu!” you spouted, already half-turned and dashing out the door.

Your sensei hobbled after you, poking his graying head out into the street to watch you go. “Good luck with your woman friend!” he shouted. “It’s high time a boy your age found a wife - don’t let her slip through your fingers!”

You pretended not to hear him, though his ridiculous hopes for your marrying some nice girl filled each of your thudding breaths with laughter as you ran.

You didn’t stop. Not until you were right on the edges of town again, and by that time your amusement had all but faded, for this night was not one of light humor. The echo of your master’s voice and his hopes of your settling down in marriage were replaced instead with that of Goro’s words. With the memory of his deep rumble telling you where it was that women were being taken, and thus where the hunt for the beast that found them should begin.

“From the streets and from their beds,” he’d told you. An impossible place to pin down. Which only made you strangle one hand back along the knot of your hair in frustration.

That could be anywhere! you fell to fretting at once, before thinking better of it; pushing the doubt that followed from your mind. So I will just have to be anywhere. I’ll stay out here all night if I have to.

And you would, should it truly come to that. You were resolved in it.

Strapping your saya at your side, you began a patrol of sorts, spanning those dim-lit streets weaved along the village outskirts. Perhaps you couldn’t shield a woman’s bed, but you could sentry those same streets she might be taken from. And so you kept yourself to the fringes of town, well within its shadows. Lingering, ever watchful, from those same places you believed a hunting demon might. All your senses reaching out like grasping fingers for anything outside the ordinary, or for those things that might spark a demon’s appetites, such as small groups or single travelers making their way to and fro a village that never fully slept. With you, an unseen escort, protective and following at their back.

Hours passed. And then some more. And still you slipped, shadow to shadow. Guarding those who’d never thank you from an evil that never came. And though as time wore on and fatigue took you to its bosom, you urged yourself to remain alert. Ready to draw your sword and strike at the merest sign of trouble.

Easier said than done, such was the hour, and such was your growing weariness. Though in your adamance, you persisted.

It seemed an ungodly hour, and you were nearly half asleep. Hollow whilst walking, with one thumb loosely hanging from your sword hilt - when suddenly you were torn to stark awareness by a short and distant scream.

You stopped at once, the hand on your blade tensing. A young woman’s shriek - shrill and cut short. It rent like shards of glass across your sleeplessness, and in unwavering answer you pushed off at a sprint to heed its call. Heading, it seemed, toward the two-story flophouse it came from. Flicking up your sword-guard with the back of one thumb as you ran, readying to draw as you bolted and blew past the hostel’s curtained entryway without a moment’s delay in slowing.

You almost barreled right into that drunken crowd beyond it, halting so abruptly you had to catch yourself from falling face first over yourself.

That crowd looked at you. Stared, really. Faces red with drinking, eyes widened with surprise.

You noticed far too late the sounds of mirth mingled with that scream that called you. Far too late that tittering banter that swallowed you up in its belly before swiftly dying off as everyone turned to look at you. A dozen gazes stricken by bewilderment and gasps.

It seemed highly possible that you might have interrupted a friendly gathering of some sort, with the shortened scream that brought you there belonging naught but to a giddy fit of laughter.

Shit…

You blinked, dumbly, your panic backtracking as you stared about that hearth-warmed chamber. And, gawking, those dozen faces stared right back.

Your sword-hand fell at once from your half-drawn weapon. “I… sorry to impose,” you awkwardly blathered, rushing back out into the street; tangled for a moment in the web of the doorway’s curtain in your haste, while humiliation fizzled hotly like a brand.

“Who was that?”

“Why was he wearing a mask like that?”

“Did that man have a sword?”

You heard the rising gossip before you made it out of earshot, dashing down outskirts and alleyways, creating as much distance as you could before anyone might report you as some masked, sword-wielding weirdo crashing drunken parties.

Idiot, your mind hissed at itself. Have you never heard of caution? Is it wise to throw yourself into every situation without thinking?! At this rate you’ll be caught and arrested before dawn!

You were almost too distracted with your embarrassed self-reproach to notice how something seemed to follow you from just outside that hostel. Something so subtle, so strange, that for quite some time you failed to notice it at all.

Not until you were cowled in the shadow of a nearby tree, leaned against its weathered bark to regather yourself, did you notice it. Not until your breath had settled, and you’d long since promised not to further terrorize any unsuspecting locals with rash displays of bravado, did you notice.

A stifling something. Something there, and not there, all at once. Like a breath upon the back of your neck, tickling those tiny hairs upon it. A coiling interest from the shadows. A frigid, spectral heat that ghosted unease over every inch of skin until your body crawled with it.

And once you noticed it, whatever it was, you couldn’t push your thoughts around it. Couldn’t concentrate on anything else. For in the back of your mind, that sensation had a name, and its name was the sticky weight of eyes, leeching to your every movement.

It felt like you were being watched.

You slid closer to the tree trunk, as if it might protect you. Slipping to its back before peering out around it, a warning note rising with your pulse and sounding like a drum in your ears as you stared, unnerved, into the dark and empty street. Gaze straining left to right, one hand wringing at your hilt with the agitation and readiness to strike, and yet you saw no one. Nothing.

Eventually, your gaze pulled toward the skyline, where a scarlet ribbon was forming just above the trees. The barest hint of dawn.

You’d spent the entire night aloft already, those hours that passed deceiving in their swiftness.

The wheels in your weary mind were spinning, as in perplexity and wariness you thought on just what to do. For with time slipped by and dawn now fast approaching, there was a dire need to begin your journey home should you wish to avoid the consequences of deliberately disobeying your father. You couldn’t hope to sneak back inside your bedroom unnoticed without the dim that hung before dawn abetting you.

And yet that intangible breath of dread remained. Holding you in place behind that tree. Weeping its resin down your spine.

Apprehension stood you to the ground as slowly the minutes passed, and sluggishly the sky grew brighter, its color like a bruise.

You can’t just stand here all night, you chastened - wearily annoyed with yourself. Though still, you stood.

“Hello…?” you finally ventured in the dark, only to immediately think yourself a fool for giving voice to what was surely just exhausted paranoia. For if that sensation were truly that of eyes upon you, why would they not have struck? Have spoken? Have made themselves known?

No one answered, which of course they didn’t. Not even a whisper lightly catching in the breeze. The street remained sleeping; every leaf, every blade of grass stagnant. Frozen, like you.

Utter silence. Unnatural. Suffocating. Wrapped so solidly around you that it was perhaps more unnerving than any reply could have ever been.

Without another moment wasted you at last broke through the muted shackles of it, your steps hurried in the need to reclaim lost time in forging your way back home, though you were also undoubtedly spurred by that dread at your back. For like the thin veil of moonlight still hanging over you, that slither like unseen eyes followed close behind each and every step.

Hilt still hard in hand, you didn’t slow. Your pace never wavering. Even as you reached the halfway point to home and realized you hadn’t returned your sword back to your sensei’s keeping like you ought’ve, but by then there was no time left to sway you. You felt safer with its fellowship, besides; paranoid or no.

Your hurried pace slowed to that of secrecy as you finally reached the perimeter of your father’s estate, and you fringed along it to the place you’d pry inside. It was only then those spectral fingers ghosting up your neck dissipated, all at once; slipping off like smoke into the night.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized was locked inside your chest, rubbing away whatever cold touch lingered as you peered behind yourself for perhaps the hundredth time, gaze straying from empty forest farmland to that soft glow of skyline.

Still, there was nothing there. Just as there never was.

You were simply tired, with rampant thoughts of demons furling for hours through your head. And now that you were home, the relief your bed would soon grant you took whatever that senseless paranoia was from your mind.

For once, you were glad to be home. And now that you were, you had much more real concerns to navigate - like just how to sneak a katana unseen into your bedroom.

Untethering it from your hip as you slipped further along the fence, you slid its length down the back of your neckline, its scabbard cold along your naked back, so that its hilt lay just along your nape with you untying and shaking down your hair to hopefully better hide it, though it hardly did.

The bamboo stocks of the fence rattled as you squeezed through them; jumping upright again into their usual, unassuming positions as you hurried through the grass, avoiding the manicured paths in favor of scampering over bushes. Your height hunkered, your focus keen in the oncoming dawn as you peered in search of the rope left dangling like a lazy tongue from your window.

Only, you never found it. It wasn’t there.

Standing below your banister, you blinked up at the outline of your balcony against the dawning sky, your stomach twisting into a pit.

It was just as you’d feared. Someone had definitely seen the means of your escape. They’d even gone so far as to clean it up for you. A collection of evidence in your wrongdoing.

This isn’t good…

Without the means to climb back up into your room, you’d have to sneak in as you usually did. Only this time, were you to be caught, the consequences would be far more horrid - though with your makeshift rope taken into custody, they were bound to be horrid all the same. Your father’s wrath was already a miserable thing. One you flinched to think about. Still, perhaps if you could make it to your bedroom unseen you could explain away all the rest, whatever it was anyone had on you besides that incriminating rope of bedsheets.

Clinging to whatever shred of hope this gave you, you tore off your mask to hide it inside your pocket, as stealthily you made your way forward. The manor’s entrances were always guarded, but you kept one window of a dormant room unlocked, knowing no maid would ever think to lock it. And from this window you vaulted inside the manor before silently tucking it closed again, making your way like a ghost through a sleeping palace. Doorway to doorway, hall to hall; cautiously skipping floorboards you knew were prone to creaking and sidestepping those stairs you knew were apt to do the same. And as you went, you hoped fiercer and fiercer you wouldn’t be caught, for every excuse in your head as to why you were dressed as a man with the hilt of a katana sticking out the back of your neckline ran dry before it came even close to convincing.

Despite a few distant murmurings and the patter of far-off, morning footsteps, which you deftly avoided in trading certain hallways for others, you dared to hope you might actually succeed in this. And what's more, as you peeked beyond the corridor’s bend to your bedroom, you saw the way unguarded.

A stroke of luck, or of misfortune, you couldn’t be certain; though you skirted furtively toward it all the same.

You didn’t see a soul in that house.

Not until you’d slipped inside your bedroom.

You were so awash with relief upon making it there uncaptured that you didn’t immediately notice that anyone was there, waiting for you - instead latching the bedroom door a bit too harshly closed before immediately digging your katana out from where it roosted uncomfortably at your back. Holding it loosely in your grasp as you gritted out something akin to weary, delirious laughter. Leaning heavy on the wall behind you as you slowly slid down into an exhausted slouch upon the floor.

“I did it,” you barely breathed, weakly smiling at the floorboards. “I actually–”

“Where have you been?!”

“AAHHH–! ”

A terrified shriek tore out of you before you had any chance in stopping it, with you clutching at your heart to keep it from doing the same.

Your owlish gaze whipped in the direction that question simmered from, only for you to blink in rapid surprise to see someone you recognized - Goro, rising quickly to his feet from where he’d been sitting at the corner of your sheetless bed.

“Goro,” you breathed, nonplussed and solaced to see it was only him - though you tensed again under the weight of his stare, your attention darting to the shoddy rope he strangled between the knot of both his fists.

Irritation lined his sturdy brow, as if he’d rather be strangling you than your sorry excuse for a rope.

“I traded in quite a few favors in order to guard your room last night,” he said, ire in every rumbled syllable. “Thought you might appreciate it. Thought I could surprise you with a laugh.”

Guilt whittled at your core under that look he gave you. “Goro–” you abashedly tried to intervene his ire, wanting to try and explain yourself - though he steamrolled your efforts.

“Yet even through the door,” he said, voice slowly rising despite his best efforts to remain calm, “you were uncharacteristically silent. You didn’t even so much as chuckle at my Hatsumomo impression, and such was the hour that you couldn’t be asleep.” He laughed, though there wasn’t an ounce of humor to it, and he strangled back his dark hair with a frustrated vengeance. “I was actually beginning to think you didn’t find me funny - which is of course, impossible. Though I do admit I grew concerned. So,” he brooded, coming closer with eyes sharp upon you, “being the diligent man that I am, I took a peek inside your door. And imagine my surprise when I found your bed empty! And whatever in any hell this is–” he gave the rope a shake, and you flinched as if he’d shaken you instead, “–hanging outside your window!”

His footsteps only stopped when you were huddled like a scolded child within his shadow, and you blinked up at his outline against the breaching light of dawn. Gawking like the fool you felt like. Feeling horrid for making him worry, and yet not wanting to admit to a thing that might further ire or entrap him within your web of wrongdoings.

Should you go up in flames for anything that happened tonight, you refused to take him down with you.

The less he knew, the better.

Eventually you doddled, in a sorry attempt to divert him, “Isn’t it a bit perverted to peek inside a ladies bedroom–”

“That’s beside the point!” he fumed, too outraged for the jest to fluster him. Though as he stood like a watchtower over you, with you curled in on yourself and blinking chastendly up at him, his features softened a touch.

“I was worried about you, Y/N,” he admitted, anger slipping off him, replaced with weary strain. “I had no idea where you’d gone, no idea if you’d come back - I couldn’t very well report you missing, not if you were simply taking a stupid midnight stroll again, and yet the desire to do so tortured me all night, never leaving my head–”

“I’m sorry–”

“People have been disappearing - women, like you, have been disappearing, I told you that! And yet you–”

He stopped himself so bruskly that it stood you on edge, and you saw his brown eyes widen, then, at the weapon gripped loosely in your hand.

“What the hell is that?! ”

Your tentative gaze followed his, ribs pulling tight as you did your best to play dumb. “What…?” As if you weren’t certain, you barely lifted the weapon. Awkward and aloof, like you’d never held its weight before. “...This?”

“Yes!” he all but shouted, frustration at its brink. “That! ”

Normally you might’ve found any number of quicker excuses, but lack of sleep was clearly getting to you. And while you blustered over the numbness of your own tongue, he stared down like a god on high; a witness to your pitiful mind struggling.

Eventually, you gave a little shrug; more nonchalant than you felt.

“Oh, uhm… I found it.”

“You found it?!”

It wouldn't be going out on a limb to say he hardly sounded convinced of this. And he sidled in closer, making as if to snatch the weapon from right out of your clutches.

You nearly dove over in throwing yourself in the opposite direction - towing the sword roughly behind the small of your back, lips pouted up at him. “Hey! ”

“I don’t believe for a single second you just found that lying around on the ground, like some kind of daisy, or–!”

“Excuse me? Y/N-sama? I-Is everything alright in there?” a withered voice asked, rapping at the opposite side of the door with crooked fingers. “It’s hardly an appropriate hour for any of your tomfoolery, Y/N - and is that a man I hear with you?” There was no small amount of grumbling to follow this, most of which you couldn’t decipher, though the words ‘highly inappropriate’ resounded time and time again.

You and Goro both froze, your gazes locked in a tensely mutual understanding.

That nasally old voice was unmistakably that of your father’s scribe and bookkeeper - both you and Goro knew he was an utter rat. Though as for why that insufferable old codger was tapping at your door this early in the morning seemed knowledge beyond you both.

Whatever the reason, his timing wasn’t ideal. Then again, it never was with someone like him.

Your first thought was to shout out at the old gaffer that you were in quite a state of undress and for him to go the hell away, but with Goro in your room that was a terrible idea, and one you immediately threw from yourself.

Stumbling to your feet in panic, you slid your sheathed katana across the floor so it was out of immediate sight of the doorway, before flinging said doorway opened wide before your unwanted visitor could linger any longer in crafting up any wrong ideas, creating gossip to pour inside your father’s ear.

“Tomio-sama! What a pleasant surprise! Good morning!” you addressed him with a leaden sort of cheer, though you wore it well enough; taking Goro’s wrist without looking back at him, hefting him forward, more or less tossing the poor man at your father’s miserable old bookkeeper. “Funny you should stop by, Goro-san was just looking for you! For some reason he thought you were instructing my lettering, in my bedroom - here, at this hour - can you believe it?”

You forced a good-natured laugh as the bookkeeper blinked wide, bewildered in that instant before a weaponized Goro stumbled right into him. Both men grunting and struggling not to topple over one another, with not enough time for the bookkeeper to fully study your odd, masculine attire.

Honestly, the sight of them struggling made it very difficult not to fall into an actual fit of laughter. And as Goro twisted round to meet your gaze again, clearly flummoxed and not exactly pleased, you couldn’t help but grin at him.

“Here he is, Goro-san,” you said, as politely as one could. “I hope you both have a wonderful day!” And with all the gentility of an imp, you slammed the door closed on them both. By all appearances washing your hands of them, though the second the door was shut you crammed one ear against it; listening intently to the cacophonous discord of both men sorting themselves out.

“You thought I was teaching her lettering?” Tomio asked, repeating the lies you’d fed him. “At this hour?”

“I hardly have time to memorize your schedule,” Goro returned, tersely.

The calligrapher muttered to himself, as if not to have one's life revolve around him was a dire offense. Before finally wondering aloud with distaste, “What on earth is that?”

It was upon Goro’s wordless falter that you balked in a similar fashion from the opposite side of the door. For until then, you - and, apparently, he - had forgotten all about the makeshift rope still gripped within his giant hands.

Goro cleared his throat before answering gruffly, “Practicing knots. It was a long night on guard, Tomio; one must busy their mind in order to stay alert. And such was the length of my watch that I fear I’ve forgotten why I even attempted to seek you out. So, if you’ll excuse me…”

You had to hand it to him - he was quick on his feet. You wished you’d come up with better excuses that morning so nimbly.

One pair of footsteps - heavy and sure, undoubtedly Goro’s - strode steadily away from the door, rumbling further and further down the hallway. And, a few seconds later, the rat-like scuttle of your father’s nosy scribe followed suit.

It was only then you fell back again from how you pressed yourself up against the door, relief splintering your lungs.

After quite a night and an equally eventive morning, you were somehow miraculously safe, it seemed - within your bedroom at last. And all without being caught by anyone other than Goro, to whom you barely felt ‘captured’ at all.

You had little idea of how you’d come out of all the hiccups in your plan so lucky, but you couldn’t be more grateful for it.

And as long as your father’s rat kept his mouth closed regarding any rumors he might possibly cook up on such a morning - such as your supposed, despoiled virginity, and with a guard no less - you were starting to believe you might actually get away with everything.

You scooped up the katana lying abandoned on the floor, silently apologizing for treating it so carelessly. Wondering what Goro must be thinking even now as you tucked it to the safekeeping beneath your pillows.

He had really saved you, both last night and this morning already, more than he even knew. Cutting that rope down before anyone else could notice it. Not reporting you missing. Playing along in a charade of diversion with that miserable old bookkeeper. Not broaching with him the subject of a katana he wasn’t stupid enough to believe wasn’t yours. Your heart swelled with warm appreciation for it, for him, and you decided you’d have to steal an entire tote-full of fresh-toasted daifuku from the kitchens to give to him as thanks before he left the manor to catch up on some much needed sleep.

In fact, since he was likely to do so now, you ought to rush off to the kitchens straight away. Your own lack of sleep could wait.

You scampered to strip off your dark clothes and haphazardly freshen your appearance into something better suited to your station, more presentable. Smudging rouge onto the apples of your cheeks, folding your hair up and away from your face and pinning an intricate, glass-woven hairpin of dangling sakura blooms to its place. Shuffling and cinching and cursing under your breath as you struggled your way into one of your simpler kimonos, though it’s details were still of extravagance; folds and flourishes of robins-egg blue, with intricacies threaded in blush and golden hues.

Glancing at your reflection to affirm you looked the part of Governor Ōshiro’s most coveted daughter, you wasted not a moment more in dashing from your room. More or less barreling down the stairs that were just barely paved in early morning light and straight away toward the kitchens.

The scullery maids were already bustling about in the heat-choked cookery that found you, the room pleasantly steamed with the fresh aromas of rice, both sweet and savory, as well as the crisp earthy scent of newly steeping tea.

“Coming through!” one maid shouted, a girl you didn’t recognize; her shoulder barrelling into you as she turned and nearly tripped, almost dropping the basket of freshly gathered eggs dangling from her elbow. Her eyes popped wide as saucers to see it was you she’d run right into. “Y/N-sama!” she gasped, taking your wrist at once as if to steady you, before tearing her hand away as if her touch alone offended. “I-I’m terribly sorry!”

“What do you want, Y/N-san,” the grouchy head maid you did recognize asked. Ancient, bitter, and with rings of graying hair, she plucked an egg from the younger maid’s basket, cracking it over a steaming bowl of rice one-handed.

“Good morning to you, too,” you greeted with just a hint of sarcasm. Fighting to press back your amusement at the newest maid’s utter horror upon seeing you addressed by her superior so gruffly. And though you enjoyed messing with any of your father’s new staff, you didn’t have time for it this morning.

As such, you sidestepped the both of them. Snatching up a rumpled cloth riddled in flurries of old flour from where it lay discarded atop the counter, before dancing your way through the bustle of the kitchen. Quite ignoring the head maid’s exasperation at your back, her chubby hands settling on her hips as she eyed you disapprovingly.

“Out of my kitchen!”

“I just need some rice cakes!”

“Your father will have me horsewhipped if you ruin your figure with damned cakes,” the old maid snapped again, to which you flashed a toothy and hopefully disarming little grin; already dumping an entire plate-full of sweet-smelling daifuku into your improvised, flour-cloth sack.

“They’re not for me!” you insisted, twisting the top of the fabric around your treats.

“Be that as it may, I - wait! You can’t take them all!” she took to sputtering, a vein pulsing on her brow until you thought it might pop. And though she made a valiant attempt to weave her way through the bustle of the kitchen and chase after you, you were already dashing out the door - far too many daifuku for any one person in tow.

“I’ll make it up to you!” you promised over one fleeing shoulder. “Arigato gozaimasu!”

You couldn’t suppress your bubbling laughter as you flew out of the kitchen and into the hall, turning down the next, twisting down another, all while the head maid’s cries that you ‘return this instant!’ shrunk into the distance.

It was possible, in the delay of you changing, that Goro had left for home already. And you sprinted through the manor as a lady never should in a desperate game to catch him, bursting out into the dewy, sun-drunk dawn breathing life into the courtyard. Your eyebrows tying themselves into frustrated knots at just how restrictive your expensive clothing really was, keeping your knees too close together to really gain much speed.

Your mood improved exponentially as you caught sight of his retreating form, sauntering off toward the main gate.

“Goro!” you shouted, already out of breath.

He paused at his name, broad shoulders pivoting to turn and look at you. The surprise spelled across his handsome features rising to see it was you rushing toward him, though he swiped it away in favor of studying you with a frown.

“Y/N…” he brooded, lifting a dark brow as you pulled into his shadow. Doubling over yourself for a moment in the attempt to catch your breath, before glancing side to side in assurance that no one else was near enough in the courtyard to hear you. “Haven’t you tormented me enough for one day?”

“Not nearly enough,” you simpered, still huffing through your grin; and you thrust the rucksack of rice cakes at his chest.

He took it only out of instinct, lips parted in wordless surprise.

“ Daifuku ,” you explained, your grin stretching wide at his apparent befuddlement. Like he’d forgotten what a rice cake even was. “As a thank you. For covering for me earlier. And… and as an apology. That you were even placed in a position to cover for me in the first place. I hadn’t intended for any of that to happen. I, well…” You weren’t certain how to continue after that, seeing as how you intended to keep him as far in the dark as you could where details of swordplay, crossdressing, and demons were concerned. But eventually you ended with a short yet undoubtedly heartfelt, “Sorry.”

He eyed you for a moment. Not saying anything. And you saw in his narrowed gaze the contemplation of refusing. Like to accept your trinket might somehow excuse your nighttime misbehavings. Though eventually he fully took your gift, wrapping one large fist around the flour-bag cinch.

“I still want an explanation for that sword,” he muttered, sweet-filled satchel lowered to his side. “As well as for why the hell you thought it was a good idea to climb out your window in the dead of night.”

Your amusement flattened a bit.

Of course he did.

But at that point, who were you to refuse him, even though you wanted to - and it wasn’t because you didn’t trust him, because you did. You just wanted to protect him from the knowledge of your misdeeds. Knowledge was often a dangerous thing.

Though eventually, you sighed. “Fine.”

“Good,” he replied, just as curtly. And reaching inside his satchel, he plucked out one rice cake and plopped it in his mouth, speaking around it as he added, “I’ve managed quite the fair share of convincing in order to be stationed outside your room again tonight, seeing as how you’re suspect for trouble and I mean to dissuade it. So make sure to at least toss me a pity laugh whenever I say something undoubtedly clever from outside your door.” He paused for a moment to chew, trying not to look too pleased with how delicious your gift was. “You can humor my ego whilst ensuring you haven’t slipped off into the night again like an unthinking fool.”

You weren’t exactly thrilled by the insult, and your dour expression showed it, though it also didn’t exactly deter him.

“I’m not sure how long your father will remain adamant that someone stand guard outside your chambers at all hours of the night, but so long as people turn up missing at least, we’re to keep anything and everything out of your room.”

“Or anything and everything in,” you countered with a frown.

His strong jaw flexed, though he didn’t refute it.

“He’s worried for your wellbeing,” he ventured at length, a feeble attempt at convincing. “As am I.”

“He’s a brute,” you dared to mutter, and Goro’s jawline rippled again - his large adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed the last of his rice cake down.

“Be that as it may,” he slowly said, choosing his words with care. “You know I don’t often agree with his ideals for you, nor his… methods, of keeping you in line…” He stopped himself, suddenly; anger on his brow, though you knew not exactly why. And only after recomposing himself did he continue tensely, “But in this case I feel he at least has your best interest in mind. I can find no fault with that much, at least. You’re safest in your room after dusk.”

His eyes were stern, and told you not to question. And though his bossiness ought to pester you, you couldn’t help a flicker of warmth that teased like a candle within your middle - even as you forced a pout across your face to hide it. Gods, he sounded more like your father than your actual father ever did, which apparently you both loved and hated; especially as he added, “And I expect a full explanation as to why you apparently think otherwise when I see you tonight.”

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes, seeing no point in arguing. Struggling not to sulk too much, seeing as how some deep-down part of you knew he was right about how reckless it would be to continue sneaking off.

His eyes sparkled for a moment, like he knew your thoughts and admired the effort not to fight him.

“Good,” he said again, the epitome of satisfaction; popping another cake into his mouth before turning off without another word.

You watched him saunter off and out through the gates. A petulant little frown upon your face, whilst you did your best to ignore that flurry of butterflies you’d apparently sometime swallowed without your knowledge. And as soon as he was gone, you stiffly crossed your arms and drifted back inside the house again.

Though the comfort of your bed called as sweetly as a siren's song, begging you to curl up upon it, you found that now that you actually could you daren’t risk it. For it would likely attract your father’s attention in some regard, and he’d either scold you for wasting time or wonder why it was you were so very tired in the first place.

You’d rather avoid his questions. So you spent most the day wandering about in a sleepless haze; poorly playing the shamisen, pretending to stitch and more than once pricking your fingers as you continually nodded off.

You might have considered sneaking a nap beneath the trees somewhere, had you believed at all you’d be able to slip out again that night in search of demons. But you knew, without doubt, that Goro would never allow it. And with him standing guard outside your room tonight, there’d be no slipping past him - not even through your window. He was far more clever than most your father’s employ, and he’d be sure to stop you.

In your sleepless haze, you just had to hope that whatever demon wormed like a weed throughout the village didn’t take and devour any others from its streets tonight. If indeed there was such a demon at all. For if anyone else disappeared, it would feel somehow your fault. Like you could have stopped it. Like you were charged to.

Hissing again as you unwittingly pricked your finger while sewing for the umpteenth time, you nursed the wound at your mouth, shoving away such disconcerting thoughts.

By the time the sun began to set, bronze and scarlet smelted to the sky, you were ready to keep your word in telling Goro everything he wanted to know about your exploits. Well, everything he explicitly asked about, anyway. The more you could keep him from, the better - though with that said, you were still prepared to explain about why it was you had a sword ( truthfully this time), and perhaps even demonstrate your limited skill with it… only you never did. Because the second you laid your head down upon your pillow, still fully dressed in your sapphire-skinned kimono - just for a moment, just to rest your eyes - sleep had pulled you into its warm, dark clutches.

Goro must have seen you sleeping there. Must have taken pity on how exhausted you really were, and chosen not to wake you. For when you next opened your eyes, blinking and bleary in the dim glow of moonlight sifting through your latticed window, it felt to be the dead of night, with the house wrapped in utter silence. So much so that you knew not what had stirred you.

Not until you saw a row of golden teeth spread out within the darkness, blunt and glowing wet. Like a smiling, bull-sized spider hung from unseen webs above your head, floating in the shadows just an arm’s length above you. The ingot shimmer of its grin gleaming wider than any mouth rightly should, as frightfully your eyes popped wide, and rasply a sound like laughter spilled forth to find you.

“Hello sweetheart,” that mouth above you purred, raven tongue flitting to slick its teeth. You could barely see its lips, charred and drawn back into a devil’s sneer, and for a terrible moment all you could do was stare, the fear that flooded through you pinning you in place, like arrows to your bed.

A monster.

No.

A demon.

It huffed with low, thready laughter from its weightless perch, watching from on high as finally you managed to choke back your terror enough to shamble somewhat away on your elbows. To drag yourself out from where it hung like a cheshire moon above you.

You were clumsy in your sleep-tinged panic, and it seemed to find your efforts funny.

“Don’t tell me I woke you up...? And you looked so peaceful, too.” It ran a clawed finger slowly down one side of your face, with your body tensed once more to stillness at its soft caresses. Far too terrified to try and shift again, to bat its talons away. “Were you dreaming about me?”

It didn’t have eyes. Though the shadows swallowed most of its eldritch features, you could make out that much. Could see its blackened flesh like scorched leather, pulled tight across its smooth, socketless skull, with nothing but a grin drawn across it. Smooth, featureless, beyond that smiling line of teeth.

That smile grew wider still, it’s edges knife-like. Points stretching to both of its wolfish ears; each one tall and spouting a golden shimmer of fur.

“Oh, well…” was its playful brood, churring through your silence. And closer it came, somehow hanging over you. “I think I prefer whatever this newest expression is anyway. I’ve seen it so many times before, on so many others.” It gritted out a dry, coarse cackle, like something sparking dry grass to flame, before it stroked along your face with the pad of one finger again. Purring as it did. “Fear. Terror. That’s what they call it. Right?” Its hum was that of a clever snake. “Yes, that’s it. It’s lovely. One of my favorites. Get’s all that delicious blood thumping along your skin, just singing for me to have a taste...”

The fact it found you appetizing shook you to your bones, and at last you found the voice that fled you. “G-get away from me!” you stammered, unthinking in your panic. Wriggling once more on back and elbows to try and get away.

You yelped as it jerked you closer, instead; its grip on your forearm adorned with far too many fingers, each one of them scorching.

"Where are you going?" it asked, failing to sound offended. The words were hollow, husked out, strained by something starved. "I don't wanna play by myself."

Fear pulsed through you like a broken artery, thundering in your veins, and it was only then you remembered your sword tucked somewhere behind your pillows.

Though the demon held your sword arm captive, you reached back with your other, fumbling for the hilt your trembling grasp found buried there. Thumbing off its sheath at the same instant you whipped its blade forward, knowing you couldn’t hesitate or give it time to stop you - path arching right below that hovered, yellowed sneer. Right where you prayed with every inch of you that its demon’s throat might be.

It caught, your blade, on something - if only for a moment - before slicing through fleshy denseness with the deftness of a butcher’s knife. The slick sound of slitting chorused by the flying whip of metal, your weapon swinging fully wide as you cried out.

And after that, the smile above you faltered. Twitched, almost. The shadows and the demon’s smooth, faceless features giving nothing else away.

It slipped, then. Subtly, that smile. And suddenly it fell, like an overripe apple - sliding from unseen shoulders and down into the darkness pooling round your bed. The heavy thump as its skull rolled against the floorboards scratching at your ears, followed by the weighted shlump of what must be it's body, felled like a great tree chasing after its own head, shaking your bed before sliding lifelessly off onto the floor

You were gasping for breath so fiercely it felt like you’d been drowned, and at that moment the door to your bedroom tore open, with Goro’s rigid outline silhouetted in the light beyond it.

“Y/N?!”

He sounded almost as panicked as you did, though exhaustion also wore him. And he rushed already toward you without waiting for an answer, brown eyes wide with worry at whatever your expression told.

"Goro," you half-choked, the fear you felt now making your whole body tremble, though even with it your hand gripped tightly to your sword hilt, nearly to the point of bruising, as if you didn’t dare to ever release it again.

He didn’t hesitate in dropping to one knee beside you. Taking your cheek as you fought back tears. “Are you alright?” His gaze danced concern across yours, before dropping to that flash of moonlight on your sword. His touch tensing as it did, his jawline going tight.

His eyes returned to yours, stern in their protection. “What happened…?”

“Th-the demon,” you quavered, scolding yourself for sounding like a frightened girl. And, shaking yourself, you tried again. “The demon was here, Goro - it was in here - above my bed somehow - monstrous, and I - I killed it - I cut its head off - I - I beheaded it, Goro–”

His frown was troubled. Pensive. His gaze washing over the way you quivered more and more, as on and on you rambled, with him knelt in disquieted patience at your bedside.

“Y/N,” he said at last, volume low and meant to soothe you. His hand dropping out of propriety from how he cradled your cheek to instead take your wrist, which he gave a gentle squeeze. His eyes never leaving yours. “I’m sure you were only dreaming.”

Your fingers curled against the mattress, and you bit your lower lip so harshly it hurt. “It was here, Goro! I’m telling you the truth! I–”

A fit of laughter, huffing and deranged, hacked itself up from the floorboards. The maniacal delight of it rending the rest of your words away, tearing them to shreds from your mouth.

“Who’s your little friend, my sweet?” that laughter asked, so sickly in its satire, and beneath its call you heard a heavy dragging. Like something clawing at the floorboards. So subtle yet so ominous that even Goro’s eyes widened at the sound of it, the muscles that lined his neck tensing. “Don’t go making me jealous, now. I got here first. And I don’t like sharing.”

Blackness rose; blacker than the shadows that surrounded it. And like a cowl of horror it ascended at Goro’s back, otherworldly in its towering. A mere outline, like that of a man’s, but so much bigger. Swathed in shadow like a blackgaurd’s cloak.

Your gaze rose upon it, lips parted in abject horror as slowly Goro’s brows furrowed, his own gaze dragging off you. There was no mistaking, now, that something stood behind him. And as in bafflement he made to turn, he was stricken fiercely still, instead. His eyes thrown wide as with a choked, harrowed gasp his body jerked in place. Dark jewels of blood coughed and catching on his lips, his chin, his face.

A fist, tar-black and with many fingers, shone wetly in the moonlight. Right where Goro’s heart should have been, pierced and punctured through. Its many fiendish claws wrapped tight around something that pulsed at a sick, sluggish tempo, filling the air with a scent like copper bloom.

You stared. Blind, yet unblinking. Unable to process anything you saw, and yet a horrible witness to everything.

Guh-thump, guh-thump, guh-

“Here,” the demon jeered, releasing his trinket upon the bed, where it rolled a crimson path into the weighted imprint of your leg. It’s wet warmth tearing out a sob from lungs that felt like ice, and recoiling you kicked away from it; wide-eyed as your own heart clenched. “I think he dropped something for you.”

Anguish blurred your vision as you stared from Goro’s heart to Goro’s face. And in his slack expression you saw not the man you recognized, for the softness in his eyes was vacant. Distant. A memory that was already lost.

All you saw was his shell, hunkered by the bed.

“Goro?”

His name was barely a whisper. Wavering. Broken. And all at once, you felt something in your ribcage shatter. Felt it shrivel up against a howling cold, shivering as though it might never find comfort again.

"Goro…?"

You knew he couldn't hear you. You knew that he was dead. Yet still you called his name as more and more tears streaked your vision. Like you could somehow bring him back. Like this was all but a dream, a nightmare - one you might awaken from should you only call out to him loud enough.

“Goro…!?”

An all too familiar ache crept into your heart, festering there, filling it with rot.

Wetness cracked as the demon’s fist withdrew; recalled from the hind of Goro’s ribs. And without a blackened forearm to skewer him upright, his body fell limp and lifeless to the floor.

“Not much of a talker, is he?” Those gold teeth grinned where Goro once knelt. So close you could see their every detail perfectly. “Throws his heart at a woman and then dies. What a waste. Maybe he’s just a bit shy.”

He held a viperous sarcasm, this creature of sadistic delight. The glee and darkened apathy threaded through his words a slap across your already reeling face. So much so that a wordless scream tore out of you, so fierce you didn't recognize it, and blind with rage you swung your sword at the sheen of that ear-to-ear smile once more, driven by the raw and unforgiving need to even the scales of pain that smile thrust upon you.

A blackened hand caught your wrist, bruisingly tight; its owner’s tongue tsking your efforts.

“Slow, slow, so slow,” he admonished. Awash with idle humor, the barbs of it vicious. “I didn’t expect such a warm welcome… do you always sleep snuggled up to a sword, girl?” He thrummed in thought, and his teeth spread wider still, cutting sharp across his haunting face. “What a fun little twist! And you’re not even half bad with it, though luck and surprise have so far been your allies.” His broadness shook with bestial amusement as you glared - terrified - unable to wrest your sword-hand free from his inhuman strength. “They won’t be your allies any longer, I’m afraid.”

Your words remained trapped in your throat, though eventually they tumbled with a furious heartache.

“You killed him!” you said, voice rising until it hurt to hear it. “You killed him!”

Rage overtook every other instinct as like a badger with its leg caught in a trap you jerked against him, unrelenting. His outline a nightmarish kaleidoscope, swimming through the tears of your vision.

“I did,” he breathed, sounding hungered by it. “Thanks for that. I haven’t killed a man in quite some time. They’re not usually to my liking. Though I think you should be less concerned with him, and more concerned with what I’m going to do to you.”

Fear and fury wrapped round your heart, your despair dragging you beyond reason. And still you writhed against him, his grip so tight you felt your bones might shatter; all while his growling breath tittered like the prowl of thunder, ever amused by your efforts.

“Let go!” you shouted, shakingly brazen. No longer caring if you lived or died, so long as you took that demon straight to hell with you. “Fight me you coward!”

“Fight you?” he chittered, tacking with it a sanctimonious coo. “Oh, I see, I see… You think that’d make a difference. Fighting. Squirming. Struggling.” His smile broadened until you thought it might tear his face in half, gilded teeth glistening in the moonlight. “I never grow bored of it. The struggling. They all struggle. And they all die." He loomed so closely his breath fanned your face, smelling of acrid sweetness. "Really…" his throaty cadence dripped poison from his lips, "you don’t realize how absolutely fucked you are yet - do you, sweetheart? You humans are so damn funny!” His massive form, still swallowed by the shadows, lurched in a fit of laughter. His massive shoulders rolling with it.

The sobriquets - everything about him - it all made you sick. “Stop calling me that you bastard!”

“Oh? What shall I call you?” he purred, unaffected by your insult. His black lips curled as he saw your desperation reflect against the light upon your sword, still barely gripped within your withered, shackled hand. “Ah, how cute…” He gave your wrist a shake, and you tightened your numb fingers as best you could to keep your sword from slipping. “Your little toy is starting to make much more sense now,” he teased. “Don’t tell me you fancy yourself a demon slayer?”

Setting your jaw against the way your chin wanted to tremble, you stared into the demon’s lack of eyes as stoutly as you could. For if you were going to die that night, you would do so with as much dignity and righteous fury as you were able. Whilst glaring down death’s door directly. "I will be once I kill you!"

He outright bellowed at that, his head tossed back with a hoarse, mocking bellyful of glee.

“Not with a toy you won’t,” he cajoled, plucking your sword from your fingers and tossing it aside, so that the steel of it rattled against the wall on the opposite side of the room. "You're no slayer."

You felt your heart shrink, knowing he was right, though you refused to turn your glare from him.

He cackled as he studied you, his breath a fume of ashes. “Still… I’ve never played with one before.” Purring like an undead leopard, the talon-like claws of one hand raked lightly down your skin, spilling goosebumps in their wake. “We could pretend. Just for tonight. You be the slayer, and I’ll be the demon she sorely underestimated.”

“Go to hell!” you shouted, squirming desperately to get away - striking out with your other fist, which he caught so simply alongside your other, as if every attempt to hurt him were a mere child’s game.

Huffs of laughter spilled through the crevices of his grin as he gripped so tight you winced. “Such a mouth on you! You’re more amusing than the last one...”

Your waking nightmare was interrupted as the sounds of rushing bootsteps, rattling against the faraway floorboards of hallways leading to your room, caught on both your and your demon's attention. His black face inclining just slightly toward that open doorway behind him.

“Hn… Sounds like more of your friends are coming to spoil our lover's tryst,” came his throated hum, as again he eyed you with a flat, unnerving lack of actual eyes. “You’re quite the coveted little prize, aren’t you? A rare and precious gem, tucked away in the rough. Why have I never slipped beside your slumber before now...?” His grin snaked with a rising eagerness, an anticipation inspired by the question. “Ah, no matter, no matter… We’ll make up for lost time my sweet, precious gem.” He stroked your face so tenderly, a thrumming like gravel coiled low in his throat, ravenous. His touch turned harsher as slowly each talon treasured the plushy give of soft skin beneath them; those deftly dragging points. A fiendish caress that could so easily sunder flesh from bone should he suddenly desire it. And for all its curious, hungered gentility, his touch sent jolts of electric fear skittering down your spine, sinking bone-deep within you.

His leer drew closer, as if he could sense it. As if the thought alone of your terror was enough to temp a feverish need. So languidly, so wickedly he crooned, “The night’s so young, my sweet - and I'm in no hurry to end things. No, we’ve many hours to spend. And I’m going to have some fun with you before you die.”

Like a beast tows a weightless doll, he dragged you to his blackened bosom as helplessly you thrashed about, desperate to get away, crying out with the effort to free yourself. Though to your horror you found, just as he'd said you would, just as he'd predicted and so loved, that all your efforts were useless. That your struggles meant nothing and would not dissuade him. His grip was a prison. And with you in his clutches he sunk into a void that sucked away all light and color, leaving not a trace of either of you behind.

When seconds later a number of your father’s guard would burst through your chamber door, their gazes wild with the caution and confusion of unnerved horses, they’d find nothing in your bedroom. Nothing but your empty bed and Goro’s dismantled body beside it, his chest blown through as if gored. The broken pieces of him strewn discarded on the floor.

Author's Note::

Can I get an f in chat for Goro

Your new demon bff’s look was inspired by this artist’s awesome artwork, and I'm having a lot of fun writing his evil ass so far~

Belljar Heart mood board ❤

Kiseru - A tobacco smoking pipe

Hakama - Traditional trousers with a high waistband and flowing legs.

Shamisen - A string instrument similar to a small-bodied guitar.

Saya - The scabbard of a katana.

“Sumimasen” - “Excuse me”

“Arigato gozaimasu” - “Thank you”

Daifuku - A small round rice cake stuffed with sweet filling.

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