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[ 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩 ] : receiver finds the sender trapped and unable to escape from them. ♥

A deathly silence befalls the room as the child cowers; and stumbles ; and rattles the resting bones.

What a clumsy child.

An instantaneous reaction comes from the demon; within a sole blink of the human eye he moves to catch the falling skulls as the structure spits them out one by one in random spots. A wave of cool air permeates the room with the motions. Its as if the Lord Founder has suddenly grown new pairs of arms to catch them all; like the obscure images of many limbed creatures portrayed in murals all across the temple. And not a single one shatters - but then the pots begin to rumble as well.

This was on the cusp of becoming a disaster. The oni is left balancing a tower of human remains on each hand, on the top of his head, on his raised knee — he looks as if he's about to start juggling them. It's quite comical for a moment; until it isn't.

The temperature drops notably when Dōma begins to lower himself and allow some to topple over on the floor gently, from a height that won't damage the delicate bones and turn them to naught more than ash on the floorboards. And then there's a stern expression when he stands up again and glares daggers at the child. They're alone in this cold room; and if Inosuke tried to scream for help before that look, no one would hear.

And if he tried to run, the sliding doors would have blended at the seams.

❝ How predictable. You can't go one day without giving me a headache, can you? ❞ He has sobered up considerably; and if there's a lingering smirk, it's drips with sarcasm. ❝ Your life here would be so much easier if you only listened. I don't understand. Do you not enjoy it when you see your mother smile? Would you prefer it if she was crying all the time? You must not love her very much. ❞

There was nowhere to go, other than this room, with the creature he harbored such dread towards that it weighed heavy and dilluted the vibrant green of his eyes.

❝ You will help me clean up this mess. ❞ Dōma begins, somberly. He looks jaded. The evelasting smile has pressed into a thin line; and his voice is curt. ❝ And then you will polish the skulls and dust off the shelves. ❞ There won't be any room for protest. His lavender claw has commanded Inosuke already, pointing to the shelves. There's a thin layer of dust; and a brilliant opportunity has presented itself to eradicate it effortlessly. He won't even have to call for his trusted acolytes ( as the child would know by now, if a man in this temple has made it past the age of thirty, they are probably in the monster's service ) He is careful when placing the skulls down, however.

❝ And be wary of the pots. As I said, they're a gift from a friend of mine. I would hate to see him upset if one of them breaks.❞

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{ ♪ } -- "Mmm?"

His initial question was vague, so she stopped what she was doing to turn her focus to the boar. As he continued, though, Bella had to fight to keep the wide smile from her face. It sounded like Inosuke had found his first crush.

Immediately, she turned to face him fully and tilted her head to one side to let him speak.

"I'm sure it probably feels strange, since you haven't experienced it before, but... It's actually very normal. Especially for people your age."

Her expression softened and she smiled, toying with the folds of her apron.

"I think you've got yourself a crush, Inosuke. Not a literal crush, mind you, but it means you're getting romantic feelings for someone..."

And, if her efforts to keep watch on the younger attendants had paid off, she might just have an idea of who it was...

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The scent from this slayer was quite familiar. So nostalgically bittersweet. The sight of that boar mask even gave him a hint. They were close friends and still are, right?

"Have you come here to pay your friend a visit~?" He referred to himself as that friend, greeting the beast breather with a sinister grin. His tattered clothes, perhaps the same clothing he wore as a demon slayer, were stained with blood. It seems that not too long ago, he consumed some human flesh.

What can say? They were irresistibly tasty.

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Inosuke couldn't tell how he found the strength to walk here. He opened his eyes before the door, his mind finally taking control over his body once more. He had been in a daze ever since that day. A battle from which he had walked away practically unscathed, aside from the occasional bruise and sore muscle. It was almost a crime that his body was in such perfect shape, when his soul weighed a ton. Guilt was devouring him alive. there were no physical injuries to justify the pain he felt inside his chest, like a sword was piercing through his heart, twisting with each thought that coursed through his brain. He wasn't sure why he had come to Suk-ja. When the door slid open between them, Inosuke found the answer to that question. He practically fell in her arms, overcome with grief. Already sobs were shaking his frame, his entire body trembling against hers, incoherent mumbles escaping his lips. "I couldn't do anything... I just stood there... while he protected us!"

She didn't know. Senjuro hadn't told her yet, and she hadn't heard the rumors. Without having a bird, she didn't get the notification... so when she opened the door and had a densely muscled board fall into her, she was entirely blindsided.

Suk-ja was alarmed, to say the least. Collapsing onto the floor under his weight, Suk-ja held Inosuke close, fingers clawed against his skin to keep him there, to make sure he felt comforted and reassured, needing him to know that she was there for him even if she didn't say such in so many words.

"He? What do you mean? Are you hurt?" She does her best to look over him, but when she saw nothing of alarm, she returned to the emotional onslaught that Inosuke was feeling.

"Who protected you Inosuke? What happened?"

“GUAGHH!!” Yusuke grunts in pain feeling the boar child’s attack to the gut. Sure, it slowed him down some enabling Inosuke a quick few seconds headstart against the enemy but if Urameshi was ANYTHING, it was extremely gutsy as he was able to quickly recover from that attack..he saw the demon still weakened and slightly dazed. “Sucks for you..” Yusuke spoke out towards Inosuke whilst aiming a finger forward wearing a cocky grin on his face.

Granted, Yusuke absolutely would prefer a more hands-on finish when it comes to delivering the final blow..but NOW!? He was just super petty as the grin turned from cocky to wicked as energy began to form atop his fingertip. “Kiss ‘Reiki-breathing you son of a bitch!!” Yusuke utters towards the demon and shots a large spherical blast of his spirit energy that collided into the last demon, the energy then burning the demon from the inside out until it was nothing more than just ashes within the soil. “Tch, that’s what ya get fer hoggin’ all the fun.”

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Cont from here: WILD BOAR COMIN' THROUGH! | "fairness is for happy people." (tumblr.com) @whirling-fangs “Eh. I.” Oh no. How was he supposed to explain what he meant in an easy way? Why did he even open his mouth in the first place? Sigfrid started to feel more pressure. It was probably how Derrick felt whenever he asked him about heavy or philosophical questions. Alright. Time to dumb down his explanation somehow. Hoo boy. How did one actually know if someone was happy? “Well, It’s not really a technique.” He furrowed his eyebrows while leaning his chin against one open palm while sitting with crossed legs. “Okay. Let’s start with things that make some people happy. Some people like me want to move around a lot. I feel more alive when I get to fence or dance but it’s not enough to make me feel good all the time. I might have wishes and dreams that I want to fight for. Sort of. Sort of when you train to become stronger. You have a goal you want to reach so you train to get there and sometimes it’s really hard but when you reach it, you might feel proud of what you’ve done. What you dream of might be different from what I dream of.  I think happiness is when a person has found a lot of things that make them happy and at some point they feel no regrets or longing for something else.” He paused. It felt like he might have dragged it out too much. “Sorry if it was too weird.”

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" How have you survived this long by yourself? "

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❝ So you've been training on your own? How'd that go? ❞

through the village , through the woods !

he can't let anyone know , can't let anyone see , even if the world was different and unfamiliar to dark's timeless name or wretched face . wings clumsily buffet and flutter , heavy and enormous on the niwa's transformed back .

he's running himself both blindly and ragged as far as he can away from the center and source of everything that's made his heart beat . even a little wonder could be too much for him .

and yet it isn't long until he suddenly collides into something . a heavy slam accompanies his shout and stagger . had he somehow ran into a tree or a wall while he wasn't looking ? steadying himself on lithe legs , quick to recognize just what he had crashed into ---

' b ... b --- ! ' bu-san ?! ( crap --- ) oh no ! lips pull into a grimace ; flash the razor tips of sharp teeth , and no matter his shock , the fine , serpentine little slits of his monstrous eyes are still all too obvious . feathers spill about them in a quiet puff-and-landing , and though he wants to , he can't bring himself to bow and properly apologize before the other .

... instead , a freezing , marble-esque hand gives the other's bare skin a hard , frantic push , and once more , he tries to start running . ' s-sorry ! sorry --- ! ' crap , crap ! of all the people to meet out here ! had the other somehow sensed him and closed the distance ?! all he knew was that --- at this rate he really would die !! // @whirling-fangs

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When the schoolbell heralds freedom, the yard is swarmed with fleeing children. Amidst the array of cars blocking the entryway, the pink Maserati honks a couple of times, drawing even more attention from Inosuke's classmates.

❝ Oi-oi, over here, little man! ❞ Platinum locks pop out of the driver's seat window. Dōma wears the usual, cheerful grin, holding a paper bag from the fast food chain Inosuke favored the most during that current period. The few stains of grease under the logo were a telltale sign that more of those had been squished together — Dōma had been tossing his own crispy chicken salad on the other hand.

❝ Come, come, get in! ❞ He holds out the tempura in the same way one would bait a feral cat. And some of Inosuke's peers can't seem to suppress their giggling at that — though the presence of other people always seems to fly over Dōma's head. Many would label it as the naivety of someone who grew up as sheltered as he had. Others, attributed it to the vanity that often characterizes people who can drive this sort of car into a schoolyard parking lot. It definitely stuck out. And not just for its price.

The door swings open and Dōma comes out, followed with a waft of his oppressive perfume blending into the sandalwood flavored car freshener. He tosses the bag in the backseat, before proceeding to pull that door open, too ( after careful consideration and some worrying incidents, he had child locks installed, as Naraku had wisely advised ) And there he lingers, against the car, jubilantly awaiting for Inosuke to yield to his stomach — which he knows must be growling, as that bento box was hardly enough to sustain a hyper-active child in development!

❝ I'm sorry, 'sweetheart', the... 'purple man' — ❞ A nickname reiterated almost affectionately under an amused smile. ❝ Had to go run some other errands today. So, I'm here to pick you up instead. Here, I brought you all your favorites for lunch — ❞ Not the healthiest options, but he had to bribe this unruly child into the car somehow. The last thing they needed was for Inosuke to get upset over Naraku's absence and make a scene. As much as Dōma had adapted to playing the victim ( oh, the poor benevolent man had adopted this ungrateful child out of kindness and tried his best to raise him all alone! )

❝ — and we can grab bubble tea later, too! Do you need a cable for your switch game thingy? I brought a spare so you can charge it in the car~ ❞

"I don't know where he has gone. This is becoming bothersome."

He assumes the Father stance, with hands neatly folded behind his back, begins to walk.

"Maybe Kokushibo put him down. It would be a waste."

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How long has it been since he became like this? He could somehow recall that moment when he fled from the scene, in fear that more of his comrades will be harmed. Or worse, get killed by him.

In this new form, his mind was more conflicted than it used to be. With what little humanity left in him, he tries to escape from being from that man who kept haunting him. Moreso, persuading him to become that perfect being the once demon king used to envision himself.

Startled when a familiar scent was caught, he took a few steps back. He lets out a hiss like a feral beast in the wild. That boar-masked slayer shouldn't get any closer or else...

Would it be a beautiful sight to tear out his insides--

No, he can't hurt his friend. He convinced himself with that thought, not giving in to the demonic instincts. As for how long he can do so, even he was uncertain of it.

Just her luck. Out of all the demon slayers to come across, it had to be this one.

Boots crunched frantically in the snow as she narrowly avoided a sharp swing of a ragged blade, the aura the boar man gave off nearly overpowering her senses. Now how on Earth was she supposed to talk her way out of this one? He didn’t feel like a man at all — he felt like a wild hog, and that was even without possessing the ability to see his mask.

“ W-WAIT! WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!! S-SUH-STOP SWINGING! I D-DON’T WANT T-TUH-TO FIGHT!! “

Squealing like a mouse, Naomi fell backwards into the cold ground, shivering and cowering,

“ D-DON’T! D-DUH-DON’T!! “

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[[yooooooo happy birthday!!!! I hope it's a really good one!! ]]

IT WAS A GREAT ONE. Thanks so much homie I appreciate it. MAN I would reply with a gif but you've just LITERALLY just used one of my fav gifs in the world soo..leo supremacy. Thank you again tho :D

THIS JOB TOOK A SPECIAL TYPE OF PERSON. sometimes wendy feels out of place. she believes herself to be too normal. she's seen the boar demon slayer before. but this was different, what was he going to do with those acorns ? she walked up to him, couching down next to him, though she was confused she remained kind to him.

❝ those are some pretty cool acorns, did you find them yourself ? ❞ while waiting for a response, she pulled out a small bag full of berries. ❝ would you like some ? i found these myself. they aren't poisionous, my mom taught me how to survive in nature. ❞

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