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mamayan · 8 months

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★彡THE QUEEN’S DOG☆彡

Yandere! Knight! Obanai x Princess! Reader

Synopsis: Your loyal Knight would do anything for you. Absolutely anything.

TW: Murder • Massacre • Knight/Princess • Yandere Themes • NSFW • Oral (F)(M) • Dubcon (initial) • Mild gore description • Happy Ending

@desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi @ahashiraswife Thank you for the idea and inspiration♥️ Happy ending just for you!

It’s pitiful.

The scene before him so tragic he feels as if the air in his lungs has been stolen. There you lay, his Master, tearfully clutching a pillow to your chest while you attempt to stifle your cries.

You always do. No one in this entire palace or kingdom knew as much as him, how strong and compassionate you are, and how much suffering you endure quietly. Not for your own sake, but for that of others. Unworthy civilians and aristocrats alike, you smile and bare their sins upon your shoulders. He’s been a silent shadow for you, since the day you saved him all those years ago from his disgusting family, Obanai has dutifully devoted his entirety to you. His Master. His Princess.

Yet not even a full day has passed since you told him he could no longer serve by your side.

The memory making veins appear on the sides of his face, his scars tugging painfully as he grits his teeth.

Yes, his sweet and lovely Master, you, told him he was free. As if someone as filthy as him could ever be free, the closest he’s ever got being by your side alone.

The King had declared your marriage partner as the 5th prince of some low neighboring kingdom, hardly worth a rock compared to the jewel in which you were. It was an insult meant just for you, because your political standing had been slowly rising higher than the King’s himself. Your father merciless even to his own children. You hadn’t even been attempting to over shadow him, his own incompetence just being displayed better due to your charitable heart.

As revenge for doing your duties perfectly, the King has set to marry you off to a pathetic and unworthy prince.

Everyone was unworthy of you in his eyes.

A soft movement around his neck drew his attention to Kaburamaru. The white snake looking in your direction as well, as if offering his own silent consolation to your sorrows.

Sorrows that soon wouldn’t matter, his hand tightening around his blade as his eyes narrowed.

“Princess—!” You were awoken from your tear induced slumber by your closest lady’s maid, her expression drained of blood and horrified.

“Princess, we must leave at once, your life is in danger—!” Her hushed but trembling whisper has your attention, as you realize the palace is deathly silent when it would usually be bustling around this time of evening. Balls or parties hosted by your lavishly spending family.

Instead it’s still and chilly.

Wrong

You’re out of bed quickly, aware that as a member of the royal family, you are in constant danger of losing your life. Whether from internal or external strife, especially as a disposable Princess.

You look for him, eyes scanning for his familiar figure and worry nagging in your mind for his safety as you realize he isn’t here.

Why wasn’t he here? Your most trusted guard, your closest friend admittedly too…

You told him to leave.

Your heart sinks with a bit of melancholy. It was better this way then, he’s suffered so much in his life, shouldn’t he be freed at last? From the shackles of your position, from the drama and thorns inside this palace, and from the hatred he still holds in his heart towards himself.

“Princess—please!” You’re being dragged towards the secret chamber located in your room. The hidden lever pulled to reveal a passage leading into the inner palace where an exit existed. You’d likely rendezvous with your family if they were safe. You drew close your outer sleep robe, the chill of the stone passage ways seeping into you and causing your teeth to minutely clatter. Your lady’s maid keeping you moving quickly, fear and adrenaline moving you both.

As you near the end and prepare to take a left turn out to exit the palace, you spot a sight of pure carnage and horror.

Blood everywhere, splattered up even onto the tunnel ceiling, with rivers flowing from common palace knights before you. Their corpses piled as if to act as a blockade, and the echoed steps behind you alert you to someone coming after you from your bedroom.

You drag your lady’s maid and rush to the right, your exit clearly blocked out of the palace that way, but you knew of several other secret spots to release you from the confines of your home. The sobs and cries she made breaking your heart, but you knew you both needed to stay clear headed to survive.

“I know it’s scary, but please keep moving! We’ve got other exists as well.”

“B-but Princess— they were all dead—!”

“I know… I know.” You pulled yourself together anyway, fear and terror propelling you faster until you were the one dragging your lady’s maid. Her feet tripping behind her as she began slowing and dragging you down.

“My lady—! Please don’t leave me, I don’t want to die—ah…” you stop in horror as you look back and realize she’d stopped, halting you as well.

Through her chest was a wavy blade.

“What…?” You freeze, stupidly you freeze, as you watch the blade exit your servant’s chest as she drops dead to the floor before you.

Your eyes travel from her dead body up to the one who killed her. Before your eyes is the one person you trusted unconditionally.

“Obanai…” you whisper his name, dazed and unsure of the reality happening around you.

The bandages around his lower face had spots of blood dotting them, his loose robes also soaked from the torso down, dark red dripping onto the stone floors. His normally lavender blade saturated in red.

“…O-Obanai…” The tremble in your voice and hushed whisper pathetic. Nothing like the dignity a Princess should have, but even so, tears leak down your cheeks as conclusions can be made.

Were you going to die now?

His hand lifted, and with the same attitude as always, Obanai pointed a finger at your dead lady in waiting.

“Unforgivable… Master, she was trying to drag you down with her. She’s not loyal to you at all! That thing isn’t worth keeping alive.” The conviction in his tone has you standing on unsteady feet. Fear and dread consuming you despite the one you adore and love being the one to inflict it.

“Stop… Obanai I’m ordering you to stop!” Your cry doesn’t shake his resolve in the least, in fact, it merely solidifies his feelings. This kingdom, this palace, these people… none of them are worthy of your tears which you shed. He’s well aware he isn’t worthy either… but at least his loyalty is true. He would never waver like that woman slowing you down and begging for her life.

He’d never liked her, her eyes always greedily taking in your jewelry or clothing. She believed she was clever when she begged for rewards despite her salary and pay being one of the highest of any servant. A greedy and disgusting woman which should’ve never been by your side.

He moved slowly, because though it pained him in his heart to scare you, he also wanted you to see.

The freedom which he’s given you, which you deserve.

You act according to plan, turning and running. Your footsteps fading as Obanai stops to observe. His lips turn down in disgust as he eyes the corpse before him disdainfully.

“Disgraceful.” He mutters lowly, turning and walking the opposite direction in which you ran.

It’s so quiet you want to scream. The once ornate walls and beautiful bustling palace now a wasteland of corpses. Severed heads and limps strewn about, the massacre leaving you struggling to breathe. You stumble through it all, blurry vision looking for any signs of life. Your feet carrying you not from the palace, but towards the throne room.

You knew if this was entirely his work… even if you ran your fate was sealed.

Dead

All of them. Your father’s bloody and beaten body the only one different from the others which had been cut down.

You held no personal attachment to them, no, but it didn’t make the image any easier to stomach.

“Master has always been too kind. You always stay true to your heart no matter how corrupt the world is outside. He didn’t deserve to sit on that throne…” you turn, eyes staring vacantly at your once trusted and beloved Knight. “You deserve to sit there though…” his eyes meet your own. Yellow and turquoise, eyes he complains over, which you’ve endlessly told him how beautiful they were. They looked the same, which terrified you more, because was he always capable of this?

Was the catalyst you telling him to retire and be free from this nightmare? You didn’t have any answers.

Your knees hit the soft carpeted floors, a dull thud all that rings as a minor ache travels up your legs.

Obanai walks carefully, as if he’s scared of making you even more fearful of him. You note blankly his clothing and bandages have been changed.

He cleaned up while you looked at the dead bodies of your family and the palace.

He stops before you, your eyes staring at his thighs silently as you wonder if he plans to make it quick.

He crouches down, Kaburamaru sneaking out to peak curiously at you. Your shoulders are slumped in defeat, tear streaked cheeks and disheveled appearance only furthering the image in Obanai’s mind that you need him. Only he can protect you, his belief that you had no need for worthless subjects by your side. While he’s not clean himself, he doesn’t mind taking on dirty tasks like cleaning up vermin around you like this, not at all.

It’s his honor to serve you, his savior.

“C’mon, let’s get you back to bed.” His calm demeanor leaving you pliant in his hold, your mind truly incapable of comprehending all the mess which has unfolded tonight. Picked up in his arms, he takes you back through the carnage all the way to your bedroom, the only place in the palace untouched or sullied.

He walks you over to the bed, setting you down and moving a step back to observe you for a moment.

His silence leaving you quaking with distress, your eyes looking up to his.

“You’re not… going to kill me too?”

There, in your bed looking so pitiful and sad, Obanai is overcome with an overwhelming need to protect you. To keep you safe. Away from the nightmares which plague you and hostility in every word thrown your way.

He wants to destroy this kingdom for the harm which it’s done to you.

And the words which won’t leave his heart, which he can’t help but feel each and every time he looks at your pure and perfect picture.

He wants to ruin you. Dirty you with his filthy hands and blood, drag you to hell with him and bask in the satisfaction of having you as his own. Corrupt you so throughly you can’t live without him.

It’s you who told him he was beautiful after all. His face, his scars, his blood. His eyes dance over the locket he had given you recently, the golden chain with jewels matching his eyes subtle but lovely on you.

He’s fighting, internally as you watch quiet, for the winning side.

He wants to protect you and he knows he’s not even worthy to lick your shoe—but he wants to similarly push your face into the floor and make you cry and scream for mercy only he can bestow.

Something wins… as he seems to settle and calm down, raising his head to look into your eyes once more. Holding your gaze steadily as he steps forward.

Obanai allows Kaburamaru to slither onto the floor, letting his friend keep watch for anyone foolish enough to interrupt.

His hands shaking as he moves to unwrap his hideous appearance.

Just like the first time, and the followings times after, you don’t flinch. Your eyes don’t waver, and while fear is still in your depths he knows it’s not form his appearance but his actions. He’s not delusional.

“I love you.” He speaks without the bandages, his scars on display for you.

“I love you.” He repeats.

You can barely swallow past the lump in your throat, emotion gripping you tightly. You’re shaking terribly as he sets a knee on the bed, torso and face leaning closer to your own.

“I love you.” He whispers against your lips, before he finally indulges the madness inside of him, kissing you.

I know, you wanted to say, but his tongue is quick to slip inside your mouth, clumsy and without any indication. You choke a bit, moving away to turn and cough, but his hands are gripping your face and turning you back for him to kiss again.

Licking over your lips and forcing your jaw to open again, Obanai is messy in his passion. He’s trembling with you, though his reasons are for holding back more than fear. He’s certainly nervous, but excitement seems to be winning.

“You’re so perfect. So kind and wonderful. I don’t deserve you.” His lips only disconnect with your own so he can whisper his heart to you. The straw which broke the camels back, letting loose a dam of emotions.

“I want you. I need you. You need me too, don’t you?” He bites a little too hard on your lower lip, you sharply jerking in his hold only causation for him to grip you tighter.

True to his love for serpents, he’s wrapped around you like one, constricting you almost to the point of pain. You taste blood as your tears flow, unable to fight back despite his lean stature. His strength not matching his appearance in the least as he pins you to the bed. Greedily drinking your swollen lips which he’d kissed and bitten. His eyes full of desire and awe, as he goes to kiss you again, not letting you deny his advances.

“I need you… I need you… I need you…” his whiny voice slightly hissing his speech as his hands begin to wander and grab at your clothing.

“You need me too.” It’s as if he’s trying to convince himself.

Even as the tears and sorrows in your heart flow out, you realize brokenly how terrible this all is. His desperate whimpers against your mouth, his mindless babbling, and the atrocities he’s committed in your name.

If you push him away, what will happen come day when the nobles come for morning court? Their King and royal family slaughtered and all but a fragile and politically weak Princess remains. Sure, you’re loved by the people, but you’d be a puppet for their play at the very minimum. Married to some noble’s son looking to rule, shoved to a corner of the palace and forgotten.

Even if this massacre had never occurred… would you be any better off either?

“I love you… please…” he sounds more broken than you, his eyes soft and watery as he looks down on you with those pretty eyes you love so dearly.

Your loyal servant, your faithful knight. He didn’t mean it all did he? He wanted to protect you… or at least that’s what you’d make yourself believe.

Because in the end, no one in the royal family is ever innocent, and you knew your survival rested now in his hands.

Your resolve strengthened by your survival instinct, your hands slowly moving to wrap around his neck and hug him closer.

“I love you too…” and though these words are spoken in a husky whisper from your lips, and though tears pool down your cheeks, Obanai is overcome with joy. Your fate is sealed, but you’re a brilliant tactician in the end. Isn’t this the best route anyway? You’d sit as the power holder on the throne with his strength and the aid of your allies.

So you kiss back, less clumsy than him, more confident and sure because though he’s capable of disastrous violence, he’s still Obanai. Your sweet guard with a slightly immature attitude and a loyal heart.

It doesn’t take much to flip your positions, his body happy to fulfill whatever you desire as you break from his lips to kiss his face. Kiss his scars which he hates so much but you love, because they meant he survived. Down to his neck your lips follow, sucking a few marks and pulling a few needy moans from his lips.

Despite his evident intentions, it’s you leading. You keeping this violent man on a leash. Your hands move, slipping beneath his clothes to feel the skin of his bare chest.

“Master—“ he’s breathing heavily beneath you as you lean back and take in his disheveled appearance very similar to your own.

You don’t answer with anything but a tired smile and stained face, weakly beginning to remove your nightgown.

Obanai is captivated. Your skin slowly being revealed to his eyes, the most he’s ever seen as he sees your breasts bare before him. Your nipples hardened by the cool air and adrenaline which had been dumped into your system earlier.

“C-can I touch…?” He sounds so unsure, so sweet and meek, and you’re nearly convinced he is before reminding yourself firmly of what he’s capable of.

“Please,” you nod, gripping his wrists and bringing his hands to your chest. You’re resting over his abdomen, but when you relax and fully sit back, you feel his erection pressing into your ass.

Obanai is an eager lover, hands moving to cup and squeeze, to softly tug on your nipples until you’re grinding back into him. Your little moans fuel to the fire in his chest as he leans up to lick and suck. Leaving a trail of salvia in his wake.

He pulls back too soon, but he’s quickly removing his clothing and encouraging you to as well.

There’s no real time for you to regret and reminisce, not in a world like yours and especially not when his eyes are so bright. You’re kissing him again, as his hands explode and map your naked figure, pampered from a life indoors and so soft. Your wet heat leaving a sticky mess over his hard cock, you sneak a quick glance down at the tip peaking out between your thighs, reddened and engorged.

He’s not exceptionally long, but he’s certainly thick and slightly worrisome when it comes to fitting inside you.

“If you look at it like that…” his words snap you from your daze, eyes meeting his as you realize you’d been staring for a minute.

“I—w-will it fit?” your question is simple, practical even, but his reaction is anything but.

“Fuck, I’ll make it…” he’s muttering to himself more than speaking to you, an arm wrapping around your waist and forcing you face first against his clavicle. This position forcing your ass up in the air, where he uses his free and to dip behind you and run a finger through your messy folds.

“You’re wet…” he doesn’t hesitate to slip a finger inside, moaning at the feel of you wrapped around him. Your walls tightly flexing as he curls his finger, you gasp and moan as you relax, delighting him.

“Does that feel good? Am I making you feel good?” He’s watching you intently, every reaction you make noted in detail in his mind. You don’t get to answer as he slides another finger inside you, your hands finding purchase on his firm shoulders as your hips wiggle.

“You’re so beautiful… so soft…” his light praise is intoxicating as you further throw the tragedies of today from your mind and let him pleasure you. “You get tighter when I do this,” you jolt against him, pushing your face into his neck while your back further arches, his fingers becoming soaked in your slick. “I can add another…?” You mewl right against his ear, a shiver of pleasure wracking his body at the new sensation. “Obanai♡” your hips are pushing against his hand now, trying to take his fingers deeper inside your greedy cunt, your tongue lolling out to lick and suck at his neck.

Obanai jerks under you, hissing in pleasure as you nip and suck at the tender areas of his neck, groaning and whining as his hand speeds up.

“You’re shaking so much… are you going to cum?” His observations spot on as you shake your ass and further arouse Obanai, his eyes heavy lidded watching you.

“I’m… I think m’gonna—yes—ngh—♡!”

Your slurred speech against his neck as you cum is erotic, your wet lips parted and panting as your pussy gushes and spasms with his fingers deep inside you. You go pliant, panting and breathing hard as you return back from your high. Obanai softly patting your head with his hand not soaked in your cum, bringing the one that is up to his lips for a taste.

He licks his fingers like one might when they steal a taste of some icing or whipped cream. Sucking his entire finger into his mouth and groaning, his eyes sliding and finding yours to hold as he cleans his entire hand.

“You’re going to do that again.”

Your eyes widen, bewildered as you realize he means another orgasm.

“But what about—“ you’re on your back quickly, Obanai between your legs as his mouth opens and his long tongue takes a bold lick of your pussy.

You’re gripping his hair in an instant, your knight quick to catch on to your pleasure as his tongue slides inside your pussy. The feeling of the soft warm appendage moving and licking inside of you has your heels digging into the mattress and hips jerking up. “Obanai!” your shout startles him, his face quick to snap up and check on you, but you’re whining and yanking his face back down, grinding your pussy back onto his tongue. He takes the hint, sliding back inside of you while he works to absolutely devour you. You can’t help it, the feeling unlike your fingers or even his, stretching you open. Your fingers in his hair aren’t gentle, gripping the silky black strands tight as you moan and grind against his face, driving him wild as he works to send you over the edge again. The loud lapping of his tongue and squelching of your cunt almost matching the volume of your moans.

“A-again—!” is the only warning before you’re soaking his face. His moan of pleasure echoing yours, not pulling from your pussy even as you try to push him away. “N-no more, Obanai,” you pant and struggle until he finally relents, pulling back to look down at the mess you’d made.

His lower face glistening with your release, scars and lips glossy and making for a pretty picture in your head. His heterochromatic eyes look up your body to your face, widening as he sees the smile on your lips.

“Again?” He’s hesitant in asking, because you look mildly distressed at the prospect but equally enthralled with the idea.

Aren’t you a wicked woman? Having her way with her knight after he committed treason.

“I want you to feel good too.” Your sweet words echo in his heart, his chest feeling tight as he leans over you, giving you a gentle kiss and pushing the taste of you on your own tongue. Obanai can’t help the nearly manic look in his eyes, swirling with obsession and happiness as he stares down at you.

“I love you.” A kiss. “I love you.” A deeper one. “I love you.” His tip lines up with your entrance. “I love you.” He’s pushing in, grunting as you cry out. “I—ah, I love you!” He’s pushing deep inside, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth as he grips your hips to bring you up closer.

“Thank you—,” he sounds emotional, his eyes a bit watery as he gives you the sweetest look, your chest aching before he’s pulling out and sliding in again.

You’re lost, as he begins a slow and steady pace, taking his time as he pulls you into his arms to kiss and whisper to you while his hips work to test how deep and fast he should go. His soft pants and moans right beside your ear, occasionally letting his tongue flick out and caress the shell while you tighten and mewl for him. “So pretty, I don’t deserve this but— I need you.” The desperation in his voice makes you believe him. “I don’t want freedom.” He holds eye contact, finally setting a steady but deep rhythm with his cock as he works you towards another orgasm. “I don’t want fortune or status.” A hand travels up your navel and grips your jaw, ensuring your focus is on him even though his soaked cock easily plunging into you now would say otherwise.

“I want you, only you, just you, be mine—“ it’s like he’s trying to cast a spell, “I’m already yours—ah, so be mine Princess, no— Queen.”

Your eyes widen, not just from the intense pleasure and slow burn building inside of you, but the title in which he calls you.

Queen

That’s right, without any other royal family members alive, you were the next in line.

Obanai knows you, even deeper than you know yourself at times. He sees it in your eyes, the urgency to do more but forced to stay silent due to your gender and birth rank. He knows you crave more, more power, more ability to be of use. While you smile and never show anyone the hardship you endure, he’s watching.

“So fucking tight— ah,” he’s whining loudly, a nearly boyish muffled moan against your neck making you close. “I want to cum, my Queen, please—“ despite his begging, his hips are moving faster, thrusting harder and erratically inside you while you wind even tighter listening and feeling him.

“Yes, m-me too, Obanai,” you pull his hair, eliciting a sensual groan as he pulls up so you can see him.

“I want to taste you too—,” your words have him nearly finishing then and there, his face scrunching into almost a pained expression as he tries to hold off until you finish.

It doesn’t take long, but feeling you cum but holding back his own has him almost passing out. His breathing coming to a halt as he grits his teeth and holds onto you for dear life.

“So good, oh, please I need—,” you’re gently pushing him away, his whine adorable as you slide to your hands and knees before him, opening your mouth similarly to those story books you keep hidden in your private library.

He tastes a bit spicy, his sweat and your slick combined an arousing combination as you lick and suck while Obanai does his best to stay still for you. His mind reeling as his hands twitch out at his sides, unsure where to put them. Unsure where to put himself, as his eyes roll back when you finally take him inside your warm wet mouth. Little tongue swirling around his tip so gently, it’s impossible not to release a choked cry and fill your mouth with his hot cum.

You’re kind enough to clean him up thoroughly, a bit of revenge for the earlier overstimulation he’d caused.

You both lay in your bed, taking a moment to just sit in silence.

And while Obanai pulls you into his embrace, you think logically as your hormones and earlier panic ease.

He’d saved you.

In the most irresponsible and inhumane way possible, but nonetheless, he’d saved you.

What to do now though, was up to you.

“I love you…I love you…” his murmurs lulling you to sleep as you come to a solution. Resting in your faithful but insane servant’s arms as exhaustion pulls you under. Your own words barely caught by Obanai, a soft muttering of “love you too…” before your following snores is his entire world. He glances apologetically at Kaburamaru, having forgotten his friend was keeping guard for a while during his passion.

Though his friend had no expression, he could feel the judgment nonetheless.

“Congratulations you Majesty, a peace treaty with XYZ has been at a stand still for nearly thirty years, and you’ve accomplished it!”

“Her Majesty looks so lovely, I wonder when the next royal ball will be.”

“Your Majesty, asking for advisory on the military rations on the border-“

“You Majesty—!”

You slump at your desk, relieved as the last meeting for the day ends and you can slouch inelegantly as you sigh.

Warm calloused hands come to your shoulders, massaging with the perfect strength to lessen the tension you hold.

“You need to rest, my Queen.” The sultry words in your ear cause a shiver to run down your spine, and you can feel his smile.

“I need to work, I have a lot of upcoming events due to national holidays and charity fundraisers—“ he’s twisting you around to capture your lips, only pulling away when you cease your struggles.

His gaze dark and swirling with something you can’t name, the beautiful duel colored eyes staring straight through you.

“Rest, let’s go. You’re always perfectly on schedule, no need for extra work now.” Despite his own strict attitude and work ethic, he seems to determined to keep you from burning out. Kaburamaru peeking out as if in agreement, his tongue flicking out in a friendly gesture.

“I know a few ways you can relax.” His teasing tone eluding to something you’re very much in agreement with. Though you wished he’d stop wearing his mask all together, you’re also happy to be the only one to see him in his entirety.

Your teasing banter with your royal guard and escort is dutifully ignored by all palace staff, commoners, and aristocrats alike. Nobles may whisper behind closed doors, but none are brave enough to dare go against the Queen’s Mad Dog.

They don’t want to be bitten after all.

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yandere-kokeshi · 1 year

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can i request yandere hashiras with an s/o who is very sick and one day they died?

Warnings: death and mental health issues (anxiety, depression, a whole lot of angst).

A/N: Ahh!!! The angst. We love that.

Due to you not specifying, I thought this was all polyamorous; the Hashira's sharing you all.

Thank you for requesting, stay well :].

All of them are practically frantic over you, making sure your well fed and hydrated. They rarely let you leave the home without two of them beside you.

But, the more they spent time with you, the worse you got.

Shinobu was clearly stressed, not only was she using her strong antidote but it wasn't working; rather making your condition worse.

Though, the minute all of them heard you passed out, they all went pale.

Hours after hours past, but to no avail; it was bad news. Quickly, news spread around the quarters, word after word that you had passed, at least peacefully with Shinobu's medicine.

The most expressive ones would be Gyomei, Mitsuri, and Rengoku.

Gyoemi is immediately sobbing, mumbling against mumbling that this can't be true and it must be fake. While Mitsuri has a hand over her mouth, tears falling down as she starts to hiccup; "No! That cannot be! Please tell me it's fake!!"

Rengoku, on the other hand, becomes very still, almost stone-cold. His eyes have lost their flame sparkle, and his smile is off while he silent cries.

While Obanai, and Sanemi are erratic; yelling out curses and trying their best not to shed any tears, "That's not true!" And "They have to be alive!"

They both remove themselves, tears forming in their eyes before training themselves to exhaustion; rarely taking breaks and beating up people till their knuckles bled.

Shinobu, Uzui, and Muichiro are... complicated. They both put fake masks on; Uzui laughs, "So funny! Now, where are they?" Before finally feeling the room, dawning that you're gone.

Muichiro blinks, "Huh." Comes out before his face stones, and leaves. Though, he spills a few tears in private.

Shinobu is the one who delivers the news. Her teaseful smile is gone, her hair a mess and has huge black bags under her eyes.

Clearly, she's been sobbing; her face slightly red and puffy. But, she stays strong to tell the others.

Giyuu, on the other hand, already knew. He was the one who found you, he practically broke apart and whispered, "Not you too."

He locked himself away, keeping him away from anyone, including other Hashira's and the headmaster.

Finally, possibly a year passed, and they all come to terms that you're gone; somewhere safer, and better. They all make sure to sit at your grave, talking about their day as they eat near you.

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colourstreakgryffin · 11 months

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Yandere! Romantic! KNY Iguro Obanai Headcanons

This is my first ever post! A friend of mine suggested I do a Yandere series with the Hashira from Kimetsu No Yaiba/Demon Slayer so here is the first with one of my favourite Hashira! Babe Iguro Obanai 🥰!

Obanai as a romantic Yandere has the Yandere traits of; Overprotective, Delusional, Obsessive, Paranoid, Intrusive, Manipulative, Loving and Clingy/Needy

To be honest, Iguro Obanai is definitely one of the easiest Hashira to corrupt into a Yandere. Combine how intense his love is shown to be(such as with Mitsuri in the canon) plus a “sense of Yandere-style obsession”. It wouldn’t take long at all for him to become a full-fledged Yandere once he is deep in love

Prone to extreme simultaneous dedication towards his love interest, her being the Ice Hashira aka You! He knows quite literally everything about you and it scares you. He knows all of your private details and you always wonder how he has managed to learn about your sick mother, you keep letters about her condition to yourself. Does he go through your belongings?!

His mental health is already on the edge. Delusions and self-manipulation can easily destroy his perception of reality till the point he becomes stuck in the fantasy where you love him as much as he loves you

This Hashira has absolutely NO limits in what he’ll do “for” you, sharing this Yandere trait with Sanemi. Obanai will do whatever is needed blissfully to win you over, not concerned in the slightest for the people he hurts

You’re the most important person to Obanai(Kaburamaru is his close second) and he views the Hashira career he spent years torturing himself to obtain as nothing but a mere stepping stone in comparison to you. He could be in battle with a Upper Moon for the safety of the people at this every moment and he would happily abandon it all because you got hurt in a minor fight

Obanai doesn’t care for anybody except you(and Kaburamaru). Meaning that he’s completely fine with injuring, crippling or killing literally ANYBODY

Where did that man you were gonna have a date with go? Nobody knows… well… other than Obanai

Obanai follows you around all the time and forcefully spends as much time as he possibly can, evading on your private time and wittily tricking you into letting him accompany you at your own Estate after work hours. At first, you saw his invasively needy affections as innocent puppy-love but overtime, you eventually just NEED personal space from the overly-excited bi-eyed man, even if he is so wonderfully considerate

Obanai’s extremely delusional and manipulative! You’re not angry at him. You’re just moody! Perhaps, you haven’t been sleeping well lately. He manipulates himself too to deny the truth

If you end up in a conflict with some trash of a person or any other dangerous demon, Obanai would go ballistic and immediately mutilate or kill whoever’s threatening your life

How could he be so stupid to let you wonder around such a dangerous environment without him? What kind of boyfriend lets his precious beautiful girlfriend get hurt?!

He didn’t kill that man you were seeing, he must have been mauled by a demon. Why would Obanai kill a human? He’s a Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corp after all!

He’ll gaslight the hell out of you into thinking he’s just a harmless, gentle little boy who’s helplessly in love with you. And in person, he’ll act that way in order to keep you pressed firmly under his thumb

Like a favouritistic pet, Obanai’s extremely affectionate and doting towards you but the moment you’re out of sight, he’s attacking everybody

Obanai’s also a HUGE worship Yandere! He has a whole shrine dedicated to you and remembers literally every little detail about you that it’s horrifying. He knows the name of your swordsmith, the names of your family members, all your dirty little secrets but that information is for his own pleasure

He has stolen a LOT of items from your Estate to continue building this creepy semi-effigy he keeps hidden in his own Estate; old blood-stained bandages, hilts of your broken katanas, disregarded clumps of hair-strands, spares of your haoris/kimonos/etc, disregarded chewable candy, disregarded cotton swabs, the list continues on and on

I’m serious. Don’t ignore him. Don’t argue or hint anything contradicting. It’ll save your friends from death threats! The moment he recognises you’re disregarding him. He goes off at the friend you recently spoke with, nearly sending them to a early grave

Lying and manipulation is Obanai’s middle name. He’ll lie and lie and LIE to ensure you believe him wholeheartedly

Puppy dog eyes and/or guilt-tripping to get you to listen. Chronic lying or subtle bribery to silence your “mood swings”

Lucky for him, forced crocodile tears are enough to make you feel guilty and apologise profusely

Sorry, but you’re not going to continue fighting demons with the Serpent Hashira breathing down your neck every second of every day. He’s NOT going to let the woman who’s so unbelievably precious to him press on her deadly career as a Hashira, you’re just too vulnerable to the semi-unstoppable danger and it burns him alive having to even think about you battling demons alone! If you did die, he’d snap

Obanai will 1,000% kidnap you after he has pressed on that you can’t be a Hashira anymore. He is too paranoid and insecure to have you wondering around Japan without him. There is so many attractive men out there that can easily steal you away. Obanai won’t let his darling get hypnotised by those monstrous brutes again and he steps in to force you into being purely his before any man could have the chance

Obanai can’t stand having arguments with you. It hurts his actually sensitive heart, seeing such anger directed at him coarse through one of the very few people he truly loves. Fights between you two is where Obanai expresses pain

Obanai gets really jealous when you’re having so much fun with somebody else, other than him(and Kaburamaru). You and him are the closest, right? Is some damn demon fodder really better?!

“You seriously like him?! I know more about you than that lowlife prick ever could! I care, respect and LOVE you more! Don’t you understand?! I’m protecting you from beasts like him!”

Obanai is extremely passive-aggressive towards his fellow Hashira, and due to his public character, his aggression doesn’t come off as abnormal. However, he refuses to threaten any of his fellow Hashira. That’ll smear his flawless reputation but he does glare hateful dangerous holes through whichever Hashira till the point they are vastly intimidated, if he believes they seem too comfortable around you

He doesn’t trust anybody talking to you and will escort you away from whoever, with such disgust and/or hate overflowing his mismatched eyes

Nothing you can do will convince Oyakata-sama to confront and/or convict Obanai for his horrible treatment of you or erratic obsession over you. Obanai has the Master and all the Hashira trapped under his thumb. He will get away with whatever he wants and won’t lose anything, you can’t seek help from the Ubuyashiki’s at all, since they won’t believe you

Obanai‘s delusional mind has convinced him that you must need to be eased in before you can truly let your feelings run free. Why you’re still angry and upset even after the months he has kept you with him confuses him intently. You’re still not happy after everything he has gotten and done for you? All the delicious foods, the cute presents, the beautiful clothes, the freedom, the playtime with the loveable Kaburamaru he knows you adore. What else could you want?

Obanai‘s obsession with you gets so bad that the all-so powerful Hashira refuses to do any training nor missions without 24/7 surveillance on you to suppress his paranoia but he knows there is no such thing and it frustrates him

Sure, it’s taking some time for you to realise that staying at the Serpent Estate is for your own good. But, it’s not like Obanai will get irritated or lose patience. He’s going to hold your hand through all of it

Obanai spoils you rotten for no reason. You spotted a kimono you thought was gorgeous? He’s bought it already and asking you to style it for him. You want to try a specific dish at the new restaurant? He’s arranged a entire dinner date and has asked you to get ready

Just like Mitsuri, Obanai fantasies about you and his future with you. He is aching to marry you and perhaps, have children so much that he’s begun practicing wedding vows and writing down potential names for those fantasy children he thinks of whilst alone

In public with you, Kaburamaru lays on your shoulders but this is only a precaution for Obanai and his intense paranoia. Even if he is insanely close that you feel like you’re suffocating in his grasp, having his second pair of eyes on you will ease his anxiety. It’s not like you mind, Kaburamaru is practically a defence against Obanai as he will never lay a hand on his beloved snake friend

Unlike what his image claims, Obanai’s very soft, very gentle and carves physical affection from the woman he loves all the time! Let him cuddle you, he won’t bother you. Let him cradle you in his arms and kiss your face off, just a few waves of affection isn’t that hindering. He will do as many loving boyfriend gestures as he carves, he loves being able to make you feel safe and happy!

… or better yet, what he thinks is you being safe and happy. His mist-clouded head won’t let him truthfully process why you’re so upset at him and will make him dodge all conversation that stem around him kidnapping you

Obanai will NEVER keep you locked up after kidnapping you. He knows the agony of being locked behind a cage so he lets you freely explore his Estate but has taken so many precautions to prevent your escape whilst he is away on Hashira duty; all the windows are double-locked, the door is double-locked and there is no sharp weapons nearby(all cutlery is plastic and his spare katanas are hidden in his secret but locked basement). He may not have that 24/7 surveillance he wants but he has plenty of tricks up his big sleeves to prevent losing you

Obanai vows, with a pair of expensive AF (but actually cute) engagement rings, he’ll protect you with his life as your now soon-to-be husband as you are forced to take his hand. You are so valuable to him that he’ll never take his off and he’ll gladly keep replacing yours, even if you throw it away right in front of him

Kaburamaru is very concerned for Obanai, as his mental health has gotten worse, but doesn’t do anything besides what the man asks of the snowy serpent, out of fear of escalating the horrible situation

How could one of the most mighty soldiers for humankind become so corrupted… all for one woman?

“Welcome back, Dokusha! Huh, where are you? Well, you’re in my estate. Ah— No. I didn’t kidnap you! I saved you from that demon! You passed out and I decided to bring you here to make sure you’re gonna be okay. Oh, do you like those sheets? I knew you would, that pattern is your favourite”

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crazytea5 · 6 months

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I have a request to make if you are willing. Platonic yandere lamia Mitsuri x snake loving reader.

please and thank you.

OF COURSE I CAN!Im actually a snake lover myself so this is easyish. But I’m adding another character to make this better. If you want a part 2 just ask

One day you were working at your snake cafe. Your parents owned it and wanted you to inherit it when you grow up! You were excited for the day you’d own the restaurant but currently you were only 12 so you had to wait. “Reader Reader! I found a new book!” Miss Mitsuri said. “Oooo what is it?” You replied “It’s a Yandere story. The main protagonist starts to love the Yandere due to them being the only person they ever see. It’s kinda scary…” Mitsuri says “I’ll ask my mom and dad to get me a copy after work!” You say in response “Me and Jeremy will need to come early to work tomorrow.” You say saddened. “Oh? Why?” Mitsuri asked. “And why does your snake Jeremy work with you?” “Jeremy works with me because he’s my confort animal and I have to go to work early because my mom can’t take her shift and dad is busy all morning.” You said. “Won’t that mean I can’t see you?” Mitsuri said. “Yes I’m sorry…” you replied. Little did you know that you should cherish today with your parents like it’s your last day alive

That night

you were sad that you couldn’t see Mitsuri tomorrow but you still had your snakes. There were crisp Jeremy Krista Tin-Tin and more snakes that it could go on forever. You heard screaming come from your parents room and you instantly hid in one of the snake inclosure’s. What were you ment to do? Hide under your futon? Like that would work. Mitsuri suddenly walked into your room with…?! “Are you sure we should do this just for them? Like they are going to hate us if they find out what we did…” Obanai says “Yes it’s absolutely necessary for us to do this if we want the perfect child.” Mitsuri says ‘WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID THEY JUST SAY!?’ You think “Well let’s lure them out.” Mitsuri said “How do we do that?” Obanai Asks “simple get your snake to lure them.” Mitsuri answered. He listened and brought his snake to lure you but failed. Though unfortunately you failed to hide from it and it told Obanai and Mitsuri where you were. You got kidnapped….

“hello mini snake!” Mitsuri said. “W-where am I?” You manage to stutter out “In our home mini snake.” Obanai Responds.

you never left that place ever again….

Hope you enjoyed this sorry it was short it’s 21:18 at night in my time zone so it’s pretty late. If you want you can ask for a part 2 I don’t mind! Also thank you bongo020405! I haven’t had a request in a while and I love getting them!

#yandere demon slayer #platonic yandere #yandere mitsuri kanroji #yandere obanai iguro #SNAKEY BABYS #yandere x reader #snake lover #SNAKE LOVER READER

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animeyanderelover · 9 months

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Anon: Hello, I would like to request again for Demon Slayer with a reader from the future (2022). Like the reader has powers able to travel through time and they decide to have their house planted in the Taisho period. But what they didn't know is that the world is filled with demons. They can also open portals to travel to their time period and can bring others along. How would Muzan, Upper Moon 1, 2, 3, 6( Daki and Gyutaro) and Tanjiro, Inosuke, Muichiro, Obanai, Giyuu react?

I made a poly!version for Gyutaro and Daki because otherwise there would have been 11 characters in here.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, stalking, protective behavior, paranoia, manipulation, gaslighting, abduction, murder

In the wrong place at the right time

Kamado Tanjiro

❤️ Tanjiro is such a sweetheart for his darling, he doesn't mean to intrude on private matters but it's just not avoidable that he picks up thanks to his enhanced smell that you're hiding something from him and the others. You're lying although he's firm to believe that you have no bad intentions as your scent is pure with a tinge of guilt for not telling him the truth as the both of you have grown very close. Your excitement regarding the things around you is endearing though as you seem amazed with even small things and that only strengthens Tanjiro's resolve to protect you and guarantee that no demon will ever harm you. You don't know about demons as of now and Tanjiro, even if terrible at lying to someone, decides to not tell you anything about it as of now to not tatter your joy and optimism. Your ideal vision of the Taisho period gets shattered eventually though as you one night get assaulted by a demon and it's only thanks to Tanjiro that you're saved and only suffer minor injuries.

❤️ He has no choice but to tell you the truth now, you can't unsee it anymore and it breaks his heart when he sees your expression falter as you hear about demons and his affiliation with the Demon Slayer Corps. You're in disbelief and fearful, he can smell that much. Whilst you seem to process the new information, he suddenly blurts out the question he has meant to ask you for a long time. You've been hiding something too, haven't you? You see, whilst rummaging through your stuff in search for bandages and medicine, he found some very unusual objects he's never seen before. You're caught now as your startled smell gives you away and by now it's too late to avoid an answer because Tanjiro wants to know now. He's very understanding, amazed with your ability to travel through time, even asks you if you could take him and Nezuko with you if that's alright. There might be a way to cure her in your time too. He swears that he'll keep it a secret from the others to protect you. He doesn't vocalize a nagging fear that you might want to return now that you know about demons so subconsciously he starts spending more time with you, shows you the good sides of his time period.

Hashibira Inosuke

🐗 This boisterous and confident young man waltzes into your life with an unstoppable force, oblivious to his growing feelings yet subconsciously acting on them nonetheless. Inosuke is unlike anyone you've ever seen and his abilities amaze and fascinate you, you can't help but praise him and gush over him. A huge ego boost for the Demon Slayer who in return spends more time with you to keep your attention and praise for himself. Really though, he gets insanely jealous if you compliment someone else, even his friends, and starts doing more reckless things just to prove that he's better. He gets himself hurt a couple of times because of his rash decions but enjoys it when you take him inside his house and care for his injuries. Unfortunately he has no sense for privacy and rummages through your stuff a lot of time, finds some weird things and comes running to you, wanting to know what it is. You never tell him though which only makes him more determined to find out. He even steals stuff and asks his friends only to hear that they don't know either.

🐗 You're keeping a secret from him and that does not sit right with him. He's your protector after all! He even keeps the demons away since nothing should dare to touch his darling! In fact it's the night where he senses a demon near your house and rushes to your rescue that he finds out as you remain unaware until the last minute and demands the sacrifice of shielding you from their attack, something he'd gladly do over and over again. You're horrified and worried at the same time as you cater to his needs and bandage his wounds, questioning him what that was. Inosuke, for childish reasons, refuses to tell you until you answer his questions and you cave in as his stubbornness and your guilt wins you over. Inosuke is a bit mad that you never told him, at the same time insists for you to not tell anyone besides himself though as he thinks he's the only one who should know. You're his to protect after all! He is stubbornly demanding for you to take him with you the next time you travel back. A part of him knows what your powers imply though, that you could leave him anytime. He's partially delusional, tells himself that you'd never leave him but don't wonder why all of a sudden he's so much more clingy.

Tomioka Giyu

🌊 Giyu is not someone you're well acquainted with as he keeps to himself yet Giyu is someone who knows you very well, you've just never noticed him until now. He doesn't let you. Both of you have an interesting relationship as he's the one who saved you from a demon one time before, earning him your gratitude and the gain of quite a heavy knowledge. He's been keeping a watchful eye on you since that day and what started as a good will to see if you're doing fine has turned into an all-consuming obsession. How could he let this happen? He doesn't deserve you. A mandra Giyu repeats daily although his aching heart tells a different story as he longs silently to be able to stay by your side. You two do occasionally meet and sometimes you even initiate small talk with him, making his heart flutter and his chest tighten with warmth. How can you still smile so brightly despite being nearly killed by a demon? Why can't you smile at him like this all the time?

🌊 He passes by your house on that evening, something of a daily routine when he notices the weird light coming from behind your shoji doors. He can't sense any demon but assumes still the worst, he's paranoid for your safety after all. He comes storming in, surprising you as you're about to go back to your world to buy some stuff you need. Giyu doesn't know that though, all he sees is you standing inside some shiny portal. When he tries to reach you, the portal closes and you disappear, leaving him all alone there. He searches the entire area for any demons only to return inside your house with his heart inside his stomach, anxiously waiting and hoping that you return. Every moment feels agonizing but eventually you come back, fully aware that you can't talk your way out of this. He seems composed but he sits very close to you when you explain, still scared of the way you just disappeared. Your abilities are special indeed but he can't help the paranoid fear as he realizes that you could leave him anytime and you flinch slightly when shaking hands suddenly grasps your arms, asking you if you'd ever leave now that you know of demons. Please don't, he swears that he'll never let any harm come your way!

Iguro Obanai

🐍 Obanai adores you,there's no other way of expressing his feelings. Your unbridled adoration for even the simple things around you and your open mindset have captured his heart completely. If only he would have the courage to approach you though because so far you two have barely interacted with each other. It's not your fault as you've shown interest in him but the Hashira is avoiding you, shame crawling up his back every time. His existence is a tainted one as his past has branded him as something that should not be near you. You're his star in a dark night, he should never even dream about trying to reach you yet his desire has done so multiple times, wondering if you'd still have this shine in your eyes if you'd ever see his scared and vile face. Obanai is an excellent stalker, you never notice his presence which has silently sworn to keep all evil away from you, no matter if demon or human. There's this one time he sort of broke into your house and ever since he has his suspicions that you're hiding something.

🐍 It all happens very fast, a demon attacking you, Obanai instantly jumping in to behead them and you using your powers to escape, accidentally dragging him with you when he sees the weird light surrounding you with his hand instantly reaching out, grasping you and getting sucked in too. Obanai is frantic for a while, unfamiliar with those new surroundings and all the light and the noises, you have to quickly escort him somewhere else so he can calm down. You owe him an explanation, he's blunt as he demands one from you but is still aware enough to know that he owes you one too so both of you end up confessing the truth. True to his worshipping tendencies he really starts seeing you as something entirely different, even if it does nothing but worsen his cripping anxiety to be unworthy to be anywhere near you. At the same time there's a primal fear though to be left behind with time separating you too. Perhaps it's this new world that tears his defences down a bit but he grows very vulnerable with that thought, one of his hands clutching your hem tightly as heterochromic eyes stare at you. You...you wouldn't abandon your life in his time now that you know about the demons, right? He won't let you...

Tokito Muichiro

🌫️ Muichiro might be air-headed and might have troubles focusing yet something about his darling is just demanding all of his attention and focus. You stay on his mind for reasons he can't fully explain but this is the catalyst of his growing obsession as you grab his curiosity with why he bothers so much with you. Hence why Muichiro often finds himself spending time with you, although he doesn't even share half of your enthusiasm and unexplainable thrill upon seeing steam trains or wearing the newest fashion. He's obtuse, bluntly questioning why you find such stuff so great when it's so common. He's most likely a bit too naive to recognize his obsession but what he does know is that he feels a strong urge to protect you and so he does, by literally just stalking you and following you around. He doesn't even have any bad intentions but is far too dense to see his way of protecting you as an intrusion of your privacy. He's the Hashira after all whilst you aren't even aware of demons.

🌫️ You encounter a demon in the middle of summoning a portal to buy some stuff you can only find in your time and all happens too fast for you to realize. In one moment this thing wants to attack you, in the next it's head is rolling on the ground with the Hashirama standing in your house, katana in his hands as indifferent eyes watch the demon burn. Then those blue, misty eyes turn to you and to the half-opened portal and thick silence embraces both of you as you feel half-terrified and half-stunned, your brain struggling to process what you've just seen. When he bluntly asks you what you're doing there, you struggle to come up with an answer as you don't know how to explain this without spoiling your secret. You should have known that Muichiro won't let you leave without giving him an answer though, arrogant enough to think that he deserves to know after having saved your life. Your hesitating reaction only makes him all the more curious which leaves you with little to no choice but admit it to him before daring to ask what that thing was. Your fear is obvious. You don't have to be afraid though, Muichiro will protect you. So don't even think about leaving him behind.

Kibutsuji Muzan

🩸 You instantly arouse his suspicion for the simple matter that he knows the village and all of it's surroundings, he's currently hiding there after all and kills it's citizens to consume their flesh. You never belonged here nor did your house ever exist, it just appeared one night as one of his underlings tells him. One look into their mind lets Muzan see what they saw and true to their word, your house truly just appeared out of the blue. Whether you're a threat or not is not clear but Muzan is cautious enough to keep an eye on you and considering that you're often visiting the village, he uses his current disguise to approach you. If you would have known beforehand about the demons, perhaps you would have been a bit more careful when this man randomly approached you and offered his help when you were clearly lost. It's painfully obvious that you have little to no knowledge about this city but you seem excited and happy nonetheless. Foolish is what you are in his eyes, until you accidentally engage with him in a conversation about science and manage to impress him with your knowledge.

🩸 Perhaps you aren't as stupid as he thought you were because what you tell him is interesting enough for him to listen to you as you aren't deemed a complete waste of his time. In fact he finds himself enjoying your company a lot more than he should, one of the few steps it takes to violently push him down the stairs of possessive insanity as red eyes are now watching your every action with a newfound hyperfixation. It's his decision to pay a visit to your house that reveals the secret behind your knowledge to him as his eyes fall upon a few books in your bookshell, books written long after his time. You nearly jump out of your skin when you find Muzan in your house, sat on your couch and clutching a book in his hands, gleaming red eyes flying over the pages before his inhumane gaze meets yours with intrigue and fascination, only intensifying his obsession. From where are you, little human? You want to run but are stopped when he's suddenly in front of you, grabbing you with inhumane strength. Your reaction makes it very clear for him that you didn't know about demons but that isn't important. Important is that the key to his perfection might be found in the future.

Kokushibo

🌙 Call it luck or misfortune that your house just happens to be planted in the very rural area Kokushibo passes by, your little home somehow sticking out like a sore thumb due to it's quite odd design, unlike anything he has ever seen so far. Has this always been here? His six eyes are fixed on this strange building and it's at that moment that you happen to return home. From your own time period that is. All Kokushibo sees how a strange light suddenly appears in your garden and you walk through it, content with the stuff you've just gotten and unaware how a certain demon is watching you with sparked interest. What did you just do? It almost reminds him of withcraft if he wouldn't know better. Seems like he might want to keep his eyes out for you, you've certainly caught his attention. He's never met a human like you before, with such a strange ability. Kokushibo, without any obsession as of now, is rather patient. He serenely watches over you when he has time, picking up even the smallest bits of information.

🌙You're very smart and skilled, appreciative of the things and the humans around you as your eyes curiously observe anything that peaks your interest. At the same time you're horribly oblivious to the existence of the demons though, perhaps the only thing dampening your otherwise intelligent personality. That's what Kokushibo is there for though who has over time developed the urge to keep harm away from you, essentially your deadly and silent stalker. You haven't used your abilities in a while but that's unnecessary, he has already figured out where you come from. Admittedly, breaking into your house and looking through your stuff isn't very polite but it's thanks to this that he knows that you apparently come from the future which would explain the strange design of your house and the peculiar stuff you have hidden in your rooms. It's quite fascinating as he wonders what the future looks like based on everything he has found. The demon does not forget about the possibility that this also implies that you can travel back anytime you want though, somewhere where even he can't find you. That demands actions as Kokushibo is too possessive to let you lead a quiet life. You'll find out the dreadful truth of his existence soon enough...

Douma

❄️ You plant your house without a doubt in the right time as you have aways longed to live during the Taisho period but what you don't know is that your house is quite close to the place where Douma's cult is. So imagine the surprise of his followers when they one day discover this new building in the surroundings of the cult. Obviously their leader is instantly informed about this new discovery and quite a few of his followers demand you to leave as they find it insulting and disrespectful that you live within their territory unless you join their cult. Truly not a nice welcoming but Douma shuts all his followers, mildly interested which is enough for him to pay you a visit. You're not prepared for him though as he shoves himself past your body, curiously scrutinizing the interior before his eyes land on a funny-looking object and he asks you what it is. Your short outburst of anger interrupts him though as you demand him fiercely to leave as you won't tolerate someone just breaking into your house, even if it's some cult leader. You have some fire inside of you. How sweet~

❄️ His fascination with you is the reason why he allows you to live so close to his cult, to the jealousy of most of his followers. He likes spending time with you, gifts you presents to earn your trust. You mellow slightly out with time and for some reason that has his inhumane heart going all frenzy inside his chest, an unfamiliar yet addictive feeling. The new surge of ticklish and fuzzy feelings are such a delight to the demon who previously never felt anything. That is reason enough to claim, isn't it? Perhaps he had something a tad bit more romantic in mind though then visiting you only to see some of his followers attacking you, calling you a witch/wizard, sweet blood invading his nostrils yet the sight of you being beaten down fills his veins with icy blood lust. He mercilessly slaughters all of them, the last one babbling hysterically that they saw you using witchcraft before suffering the same fate as the others, leaving only you and Douma whose hands are covered in sticky blood. They didn't hurt you seriously flower, did they? You can't keep your secret a secret for much longer now and once Douma knows, he won't let you leave his side since he can't have you escape from him. Just do your best to keep him out of your time as he surely will ask if you could take him to the future.

Akaza

👊 Perhaps it's a bit naive of you to settle down near a beautiful meadow of flowers, the bright lights of the next city shining in the closer distance. You prefer the isolation though as it allows you to keep your abilities hidden whilst still being close enough to witness the charm of the city in the Taisho period. You think you're all alone but what you do not know is that Upper Moon 3 happens to stumble upon you and your little home, a bit surprised to see a human living so far away from other humans. That makes you easy prey for every demon but it's not like he concerns himself much with that. He decides to spare you though, out of respect for your peaceful and tranquil life. He'll leave it up to fate if you'll get eaten or not. He isn't supposed to care much more for you if it wouldn't have been for the fact that he just happens to witness how you use your powers to shortly travel back to the future, leaving Akaza staring bewildered at the spot you just stood as your presence has just vanished. Perhaps he should watch you for a bit longer after all.

👊 Strangely enough he finds himself growing fond of you over time and the seclusion that allows him to watch you all alone most of the time is a huge part of that. You're by yourself as you idly and diligently go through your daily life and Akaza watches it all. He's delusional for this idea but he can't help but think that you two have in a way a very intimate bond as he probably knows you better than anyone else, obsessively watching what you do. Your powers are no longer the only main focus of his as he finds himself yearning to be part of your tranquil life. He starts wracking his head around ways to introduce himself to you without scaring you but another demon does the job for him by attempting to kill you only to run for their life when Akaza makes an appearance, tearing them away from you and scaring them with his sheer presence alone before turning his attention to you and checking you obsessively for any injuries. You're frozen out of shock as you stare at him and his weird appearance. Surely it's only a question of time now until Akaza finds out about your powers and that'll manage to impress him whilst at the same time also making him slightly paranoid with the thought of you disappearing and never returning again. If you're scared of the demons don't worry, he can protect you against everyone and everything.

Daki & Gyutaro

🌺 🟢 This just calls for a catastrophe in the making as those siblings are more than just a handful to deal with, especially for their darling who has to deal with their obsession. All that was not what you planned when you transported your house near the Entertainment District, buzzling with colours and life. It is an interesting experience nonetheless although you do try to stay away from every house that hosts the many Oiran. You still have to earn money though and is if fate just decides to screw you up, you end up working indirectly for the very house under which Warabihime is working for. By extent, you bump more than once into the terrible Oiran but thanks to your ability to travel back to the future, you manage to please her by bringing her hairpins, kimonos and presents unlike anything every other suitor can provide her with. You don't have to be surprised when she grows so terribly obsessed over you as you flatter her, much to the dismay of Gyutaro who has to endure her mood swings as Daki goes back and forth between despising you and adoring you. Yet despite his better judgement, his sister's obsession seems to be infectious as he soon finds himself in the same situation.

🌺 🟢 Both of them make each other only worse as it suddenly becomes a small competition who you might prefer more, don't be surprised when you're knocked out the next time Warabihime requests for your presence. Your introduction to demons is truly unpleasant as you have two of them at once hoovering over you who make it very clear to you that you are theirs from now on and should better obey if you don't want to be punished. Daki and Gyutaro make a horrible duo so it's no wonder that you try to escape by travelling back to your time, only that you didn't account for Daki's sentient obi slashes to stop you and inform her about your action. To say that she's furious is an understatement and Gyutaro isn't any better. How foolish can you be to go against their word so quickly? Daki only wants to punish you, single-minded until Gyutaro reminds her that both of them should find out what you did back then. You'll have to tell them to make their sadistic punishment a bit more bearable and even then Daki will still be mad that you kept this a secret from her. Yet it's also Daki who would be more slightly more willing to let you use your abilities, only to continue spoiling her with special presents though. They can't let you escape though. Never.

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PT.1||PT.2 (COMING SOON)

GENDER: Gender Neutral Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere Tendencies

CHARACTERS: Gyomei Himejima, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Muichiro Tokito, and Obanai Iguro.

GYOMEI HIMEJIMA

Your shoulders sagged, rising and falling with each heavy breath, scowling at the conceited demon.

"Already tired out," the bastard taunted, "I've barely done anything?"

You grunted, your hand pressuring against the gash on your abdomen, stumbling on your feet as you hoisted yourself back up. You looked away from your feet, choking on your breath as you came face to face with the ravening beast.

You quickly positioned yourself in your fighting stance, swinging your nichirin blade sluggishly.

"Such a pathetic excuse of a demon slayer, so weak." The demon laughed, striking you to the ground.

He looked down upon you and chuckled, "now to end your suffering."

You flinched away, your eyes squinching close as you prepared for the worst, but nothing came. You cautiously opened your eyes and peered up. There the demon stood, stunned and mouth agape, before his head fell to the ground.

You cried out in relief and just before your vision went black, you caught a glimpse of the intimidating figure of the stone hashira.

Gyomei lingered by your bedside, worried, praying for your recovery. When he had finally gotten to you, you were so pitiful,,,tiny compared to him. Gyomei felt an urgent need to protect you, even though you were a stranger to him. He doesn't need his sight to tell you were a delightful person, your presence felt comforting. It made him cry knowing that you were hurt, but from now on he promises himself no harm will ever come to you. Once you've woken, he'll be ready to learn more about you.

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

You closed the doors behind you, after being informed by Ubuyashiki that you were assigned a mission with wind hashira. You sighed, grumbling, and stepped from the door. Seriously, you did not want to get together with him—not wanting to handle his aggressive and ill-mannered behavior.

You'd barely rounded the corner before you collided into a chest, you glanced up and stiffened. "Speaking of the devil…"

He frowned at you, "I've been looking for you, let's get to going."

You nodded and trailed behind him, quietly.

The mission was far from what you thought it to be, Sanemi was far from what you thought he would be; it was quick, Sanemi riding the demons before you could make a slash on the monstrous being, and he didn't act like a demon himself. He made small talk, asking about you and being attentive. Though those questions and actions held nightmarish intentions, to be knowledgeable about you and you two be more inseparable. He is hoping it'll advance into something more and if it doesn't, you being missing isn't a problem.

MUICHIRO TOKITO

The grass flutters against your exposed skin, tall and verdant, with the breeze—enjoying the calmness after a difficulty with a demon. You hummed ambling further into the meadow until you toppled over, yelping and frantic to catch yourself. You glanced down and gasped, there a boy laid as he observed you frantically spew apologies.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you-"

Muichiro watched aloofly before he raised a finger and flicked your forehead, "it's fine."

Muichiro wasn't sure what lured him to feel a way with you, you consumed his thoughts and his actions—he couldn't forget you.

OBANAI IGURO

You peered down at the albino serpent, his scales stroking your ticklish skin as he coiled around your leg. You had an idea who the snake belonged to, a man you really didn't conversate with nor interacted with, Iguro Obanai. You smiled, cautiously lowering your hand towards the reptile, and let him curl around your arm. "Hello, where's your owner?"

"Behind you."

Though neither of you engaged with each other, Obanai watched you from afar. Admiring you as you spoke to others, friendly and ambitious to help, jealous that he wasn't the one you were speaking to you—snapping at people who gave you dirty looks or treated you unfairly. Obanai was your guardian from the shadows, but now he was prepared to come out.

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therapy-ghost · 5 months

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Yo! I’m back! :DDD (the one who requested the autistic reader for Freddy (dc) and genya (kny))

Need me some Yandere! Obanai 🙏 I begth you. Need him tryin’a cuddle me while I attempt to wrestle out of his grip. Not cause I don’t him to touch me, which is what he thinks (hehe) but cause sensory issues came to play 😔

Enjoy the rest of your week!! 🤍🤍

IM SO SORRY IVE BEEN GONE FOR SO LONG BUT DONT WORRY! IM HERE!!!

first of all, shocked

his first thought is ‘who do I need to kill? Who has started to steal my darling?’ And you can just see the anger in his eyes

he’s just standing there with you struggling in his arms to get away; he is so hurt

”Is there someone else you would rather cuddle with?” He asked with a shit load of venom(pun intended)

You have to very quickly explain what’s going on and the issues with sensory you have and how it makes you feel

He will sigh a deep sigh of relief that it’s not him or someone else and it’s just preferences in contact

he will ask if he has a chance at getting any cuddle(since he is extremely touch(you can’t argue))

Kaburama is the mini Obanai through the how thing

#Demon slayer x reader #demon slayer headcanons #iguro Obanai x reader #Yandere demon slayer #yandere x reader #yandere demon slayer x reader

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tsukasalvr · 7 months

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What about a y*ndere Obamitsu x reader? Also I love your theme!!

I DONT REMEMBER WHAT THEME I HD BUT I THINK IT WAS MY YELAN ONE SO TYYYY

yandere!poly!obanai and mitsuri

Anime/fandom: Demon Slayer

Characters: Poly- Mitsuri Kanroji and Obanai Iguro

Warnings: I don’t proofread, yandere themes, guilt trip, obsessive behavior, overprotectiveness

A/n: on call w baeee

Demon Slayer masterlist | Main masterlist

Mitsuri Kanroji and Obanai Iguro

It felt like everything stopped when they saw you, all they could focus on was you and how you walked, and how you carried yourself

Your criaturas, your uniform, your arms, legs, nose, mouth, hair, and eyes—every part of you was being carefully analyzed by the two hashiras who lightly blushed while looking at you

Form that day on they would watch you from afar, never too far from you, just enough to the point where it could be considered a coincidence that you happened to be in the same place where they were for what happens to be the 100th time.

It didn’t take long for Obanai and Mitsuri realizing they both share feelings for you, they agree to be together and try to convince you to join them as well

They would plan beforehand and show up at your favorite place to eat before you do so they can start a conversation with you and it wasn’t long until you were close with the both of them

They were waiting for the right moment to ask you to join them in the relationship and whenever you or someone showed interest, that person would end up not wanting to hang out with you anymore

You’d always go to where Obanai and Mitsuri and tell them how your friend stopped talking to you and told you they didn’t want anything to do with you, and how scared they seemed of you

“What a shame! I’m sorry, [y/n], we’re still here for you though, right Obanai?” Mitsuri reassured you while trying to hide her smile and looked at Obanai who nodded and gently caressed your hand

“We’ve been wanting to ask you something… important.” Obanai started and you looked at him with confusion, “we’ve been talking and we’re wondering if… you wanted to join in the relationship.” Misterio nodded and smiled at you.

Albeit hesitant, you agreed and you swore that you saw a malicious glint in their eyes before it disappeared just quick as it appeared

Their love is overbearing, you were never really outside anymore unless it was missions which involved either Obanai and Mitsuri going with you.

Mitsuri knows people see her as a gentle kind hashira and uses it as an advantage to make you stay with her in the estate, she looks at with teary eyes begging you to stay and hugging you close until you agree. If only you looked at her than you would’ve seen her coy smile.

Obanai on the other hand would tell you how dangerous it is and bring up how if your other friends left you, then who’s to say other people out there won’t? But don’t worry, they won’t leave you, they love you too much to ever do such a thing

#demon slayer x you #demon slayer x reader #danganronpa headcanons #demon slayer x gender neutral reader #yandere x reader #obanai x y/n #obanai x reader #obanai iguro x reader #mitsuri x y/n #mitsuri x you #mitsuri headcanons #mitsuri imagines #kanroji mitsuri x reader #mitsuri x reader #kny x you #kny x reader #kny x y/n

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muvaginger · 1 month

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POV: Yandere KNY characters (adults) responses after killing someone/kidnapping someone and you find out:

“I would ask them if they are okay but I can only imagine how hard that would be to answer seeing as their mouth is sewn shut and all.” - Mitsuri Kanroji

“Aww, are you crying? How pathetic of you.” - Obanai Iguro

“See what they made me do, baby girl? Now I have blood all over my favorite shirt you gave me” -Tengen Uzui

“If you would have just shut the fuck up and stopped talking to y/n when I asked you nicely too, I wouldn’t have had to blow your brains out.” -Sanemi Shinaguzawa

“I warned them.” Gyomei Himejima

“Shhhh it’s going to be alright, my love. They’re gone and now I’m here.” -Kyojuro Rengoku

“That Filthy rat. Now I have to personally cleanse your body from their touch myself .” -Shinobu Kocho

#gingerspicelattemix #demon slayer #gingers backup account #kimetsu no yaiba #kny imagines #kny #kyojuro rengoku #sanemi shinaguzawa #himejima gyomei #yandere! kocho #shinobu kocho #tengen imagines #uzui tengen #kny yandere #yandere x reader #mitsuri kanroji #kny kyojuro #obanai x reader #obanai iguro

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Could you do the reaction of yanderes hashiras when they see the male reader vomiting in disgust/rejection after the hashiras kissed him?

Rejecting The Hashira’s Kiss | Yandere Kimetsu no Yaiba X Male Reader

Whether it was a misread moment or just someone having the audacity to put their lips against yours; they are met with a solid rejection. Even if you refuse them they have no plans to stop their pursuit. All this is just a minor obstacle…yep…just..a little pothole in the road of your love:

Rengoku Kyojuro

He doesn’t ask

He just goes right in

Catching you off guard as he firmly kisses your unmoving lips

“BLEGH! Ew what’s your problem?! Kyojuro!?”

“I DID IT FOR GOOD FORTUNE!”

“Good Fortune my foot! Don’t go kissing people who don’t want to be kissed!”

He’s not discouraged at all

in fact, this only spurs him to try harder to gain your affection

Or hopefully shooing of any one else who’s interested

He doesn’t bother licking his lips but I certainly see him putting his lips up to different things to…compare

“THIS MELON IS COLD NOT AT ALL LIKE (Y/N)’S LIPS. WHICH ARE WARM! AND SOFT! AND IRRESISTABLE!”

“Sir, are you going to pay for the fruit or not?”

Shinobu Kocho

Is probably tending to you after a mission

And she just can’t help herself

You were just looking so cute with your broken arms

So she just went for it

“Ew um can you not.”

She stares blankly at you

Before doing it again

“What are you going to do? Stop me?”

She’s going to spend the rest of your stay showing you how little you can do in comparison to her

And how powerless you are to defy her medicinal ‘ailments’

Leaving you bedridden for however long she pleases

Seating herself on your waist too weak to buck her off

“Don’t think for a moment you can stop me, you are mine and I’ll have what I want of you when I want it.”

Uzui Tengen

Flamboyant as ever he’s not one to hide his emotions

Or what he wishes to do

So when he goes for the kiss he kisses deep

Completely disregarding the world’s take on social customs

“I’ll be flamboyantly missing you on my mission, farewell my gem.”

The kiss is deep and while you may pull away he’s keeping a firm hold on your waist

Letting his fingers graze against your butt

When you pull away to spit Tengen makes a note of it

And will dive back into capturing your lips

“Don’t let any of me my sparkling saliva out of your mouth, otherwise I’ll have to punish you~!”

Sanemi Shinazugawa

It takes a lot to hype himself up to do this

Despite being as prickly as he is

he blushes and gets week in the knees around you

So when he moves fast to kiss you he’s embarrassed when your lips curl in disgust

“Ewww…that was so gross.”

He’s so hurt

But that sadness morphs to anger

And when demons don’t cut it

He’s fighting you

“WHEN SOMEONE GIVES YOU A KISS, YOU KISS THEM BACK!”

Mitsuri Kanroji

Love is her element

So of course, she’s going to kiss you as soon as she feels like the mood’s been set

When you reject her, she is reminded of all the times such a thing has happened before

“Oh…you didn’t like that…huh?”

She’s hurt so so hurt

But her tears are so pretty

So perfect you’ll cave

That is if her guard snake doesn’t come for you first

“Y-you’re s-sorry..hm..i-i’ll definitely feel better if you give me a kiss though…please?”

Obanai Iguro

He’s hesitant to even come near you

Often preferring to watch you from afar

He usually thinks he’s lesser than you

A monster in every right that is protecting his beauty in the shadows

So he’ll wait until your sleeping or so high on medicine that you can’t recognize him

“Y-yuck..”

“...I am sorry.”

So crestfallen he probably won’t talk to you out of embarrassment despite you’re actual cluelessness

“Kabumaru love is cruel..isn’t it?”

Giyuu Tomioka

Nobody likes him anyway

And when he’s shoulders deep in his obsession for you he stops caring

He no longer lets being likable by anyone stop him from what he wants

“-ick! Eww, I can’t believe you–”

“I can hardly resist you (Y/n), even if you hate me.”

Nothing’s off the table

But he pretty much is willing to do whatever it takes

He’s witnessed so many die at the hands of demons

He doesn’t care how you feel

That will not be your fate

“It doesn’t matter what you think of me. I’m not letting you free.”

Gyomei Himejima

He can’t see your beauty which he cries about often

But thanks to his lack of sight you let him feel your face

“If only for my mind’s eye, may I?”

“Yeah Gyomei no problem.”

It’s his dirty little pleasure

Curious about your figure

He holds you steady holding your shoulders

And he accidentally let’s his lips brush against your own

He gets the message when you pull away

He knows it’s probably out of disgust, but he can delude himself into thinking it was out of embarrassment

And that let’s him smile in his lonesome

“My apologies was that your lips?”

Muichiro Tokito

He thinks being the young kid he is, you won’t mind

When he jumps up to give you a kiss

And when you recoil asking him what that was about

He’ll wistfully sigh because you didn’t react the way he wantedyou to

“Don’t friends kiss each other before they leave.”

He feigns ignorance as he mulls upon your rejection

He figures he’s got time to convince you he’s worthy of your kisses

And then he forgets

Aiming for a kiss again with some other excuse to pursue his little crush on you

“I think of you like a brother…don’t family kiss each other?”

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(KNY) YANDERE PLATONIC! KOKUSHIBO x SISTER READER: You, Shibou. I, Kokoro (CHAPTER FIVE)

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CHAPTER FIVE: "These explanations are valid. But it should be known if the same day a friend of the desperate hasn't spoken to him with an indifferent tone.."

Mourning is the expression of grief after someone died. There are several types of mourning with an example being Chronic Grief.

Symptoms for this kind of grief can include extreme feelings of hopelessness, A sense of disbelief and a loss of meaning. All of which can lead to severe clinical depression or thoughts of self harm and even suicide.

The song of sparrows and swallows danced through the summer breeze, All sat nestled within the vegetation as they hummed their melody.

The soft sunlight shone down upon the shrine, Giving a blessing of quiet light to the abundance of blossoming flowers nearby. [F/N] blinked once, Trying to figure out whether what she was seeing was a mirage or reality.

Was this the afterlife? It certainly felt like it as the gentle warmth caressed her skin, A calm embrace that pacified her worries. It felt peaceful, Something so tranquil that she couldn't help but melt into the porch she was perched on.

She felt the heat of the wood as she laid against it, Like a firm hand cupping her cheek as she basked in the sunlight. Her worries quickly dissolving into nothing at the touch.

Afterlife.. Why did she mistake her everyday as the Afterlife? How did it even come up in the first place? [F/N] had no idea. She huffed lightly, Only mildly confused as she nuzzled further into the comfort of the timber.

She took a moment to take it all in. The rustle of the leaves, The cicadas in the bushes, The clear sapphire skies looking over her. It was beautiful, A serene little world all to herself, It was paradise.

Life was nice, It was simple and tranquil. She tended to the crops, To the shrine and the wellbeing of the forest. And after she was done with that she could spend her day roaming around with the wildlife, Spending time with her brothers and watching them train.

It was good.

"[F/N]..!"

She heard her name called out to her, And without a second thought or any bodily control [F/N] jolted up from her lying position to look across the courtyard.

"Lying on the porch again? You're gonna get sunburn if you keep doing that.."

[F/N] watched her older brother, Michikatsu, Slowly make his way over to her. He had a single hand on the hilt of his sword while the other was wiping the training sweat from off his brow, A light smile playing on his face as he did.

"Michi-Nii! You're back!" [F/N] exclaimed as she hopped up from the porch, Quickly dusted herself off before running over to him and jumping into his arms so swiftly that it made him stumble back a bit.

"Ah! [F/N], You need to be more careful.. You could of knocked me over." Michikatsu scolded, Yet the warmth playing in both his eyes as he held her up told [F/N] all she needed to know.

"As if! You're too tough for that." [F/N] grinned as she looked down on her older brother.

Michikatsu shook his head lightly

"You really give me too much credit sometimes.." Michikatsu remarked as he brought his gaze away from her, His smile was still there yet [F/N] could see the slight quirk.

She reached over and held his shoulder, The touch bringing him back to his senses as he looked right back at [F/N].

"You don't give yourself enough credit, You're able to train for hours at a time and not even get tired. I'd definetly consider that tough!" [F/N] said, The smile evident in her voice as she said so.

Michikatsu frowned

"I hear you saying things like that all the time to Yorichii, You know? I appreciate your words but.." Michikatsu trailed off from his sentence, The venomous undertone spiking in concentration at the mention of his twin.

[F/N] squeezed his shoulder.

"…But Yori-nii doesn't train for hours at a time, Does he? I mean all my words to him, I really do but if I am being honest.." [F/N] paused as she lowered her voice. "You've got drive to be strong. It's really admirable, You know? Yori-nii may be strong and such but honestly, You have the passion to do it.. It's you who I look up to." [F/N] admitted.

A nervous giggle followed her words, Like she was slightly embarrassed by the fact she was actually able to confess it to him.

Michikatsu seemed shocked as he heard this, The light in his blank eyed stare seemed to spark up like wood to friction as he looked up at his sister. The grip on her grew only a smidge tighter as he smiled.

"You.. You really mean that?" Michikatsu asked.

[F/N] beamed back at him, An expression that almost seemed as warm as the sun as she looked back at him.

"Of course I mean it! You're my-" [F/N] cut herself off suddenly, Her words dying on her tongue. The happy grin slowly dissolving into a puzzled frown.

"[F/N]?" Michikatsu asked as he noticed the grip on his shoulder loosen, Then eventually fall to her side.

"You're my.." [F/N] mumbled. Michikatsu set her down onto the ground, Her feet lightly touching the smoothed dirt as she stood there quietly.

Michikatsu went down onto a single knee to level his eyes with her far-off ones.

"[F/N].. Are you alright?" He asked, Eyes searching for the answer as he watched her brows knit together. Her stare returning to him as her visage contorted into a slightly alarmed expression.

"I.. I don't know.. Who are you?" [F/N] exclaimed, Her stance stumbled back. Her breath growing heavy as she felt the world around her darken, The sun burning so bright before seemed to melt away into a endless black void.

"[F/N]" Her name sounded so distorted when he spoke now, As she looked back at him she could see that it wasn't just the sun that was melting.

It was his face too.

Like melting wax his features turned into sludge. His nose, Eyes and mouth all dripped down and fell into a puddle on the ground, Which started pulling them both in like quicksand.

[F/N] screamed.

She tried to pull away once his molten arm lunged out for hers, Yet she was too slow. His rapidly deteriorating limb locking onto hers, Yanking her forward off her feet and into his grasp.

[F/N] cried even louder, Tears starting to rush out of her ducts as she felt the sludge touch her skin.

He kept making noises as he pulled her in, Strangled and choked wails like he was in pain. Like his vocal chords were mangled and severed inside his throat. [F/N] struggled, She flailed about in his hold. Kicked, Punched, Hit, Anything. Anything at all to get out of the sludge starting to envelop her whole.

It latched onto her legs, Onto her arms and her mid-section. It was like it was desperate, Like it's life depended on bringing her as close as possible.

What was happening? Why was the entire world that seemed so tranquil before turn into a candle wax nightmare? The entire world seemed to follow suit of the monster intent on consuming her, Dripping away and mixing together like a raindrops on a window.

Her screams mixed into the dissolving world too, Sounds combining with the shrill cries of the monster as she felt the nigh-boiling heat of his molten flesh grasp onto her face. [F/N] felt her own skin start to bubble.

Then eventually, She felt herself start to melt.

☆♡☆

Her body jolted like skin to an exposed wire, Eyes shooting open as she gasped for air.

She felt her lungs rapidly expand then decrease, A cold sweat running down her back as she tried to gather her racing thoughts. [F/N]'s body felt like it had been frozen to the touch, Both with the sheer temperature of the chilling room and the stiffness of her unthawed limbs. They felt so numb, The only feeling was the minute aching of her joints so far spread that it was like she hadn't moved in weeks.

What happened? [F/N] gripped the side of her head, A throbbing pain in her frontal lobe pulsated as she groaned in pain. It made it hard to recollect herself, To remember what could of happened.

Her spare hand felt around, Vision still a tad blurry as her fingers met the soft touch of thick fabric.

[F/N] tried to blink away the fuzz in her sight as she continued to feel around, It was the cotton bedding of a futon.

She groaned, Finally piecing together enough parts of the puzzle to come to terms of what happened.

[F/N] had fallen asleep, She had another nightmare.

[F/N] sighed. A tired yet tad annoyed exhale of air escaped her lungs as her body stilled onto the futon like a rolling coin, The soft mattress feeling like delicate silk on her skin as she relaxed.

Her memories, They came back to her like a heeling dog. [F/N] recalled the fight with Uppermoon one, Her fatal injuries, The destruction of her shrine.. She felt her heart jolt at the thought of it.

The walls which sheltered her through thick and thin, The ruined hallways that held such talkative life and the ceilings that housed the injured and maimed.. All destroyed within a single night.

The thought of it disgusted [F/N], During the fight she hadn't thought much of it- The raw adrenaline being a distraction to it's fall. She calmed down rather quickly however.

The fight with the Uppermoon, Her injuries, The shrine's destruction. It wasn't real, It couldn't be.

Because she was currently lying in her bedroom.

It was dark, [F/N] could barely see a foot in front of her due to the poor lack of lighting. Despite it however she could make out the basic shapes of furniture lying within the shadows. The closet, The dresser and the tatami mats lain out were all there, Just like they've always been.

The shoji door's that let in only a crack of periwinkle light, The several statues of worship scattered about, Everything she owned, They were here.

It all must of been a dream, Her bedroom was destroyed along with the rest of the shrine so it was completely impossible to be lying down on her futon right now.

[F/N] felt a low frustration rise in her throat. These nightmares were getting out of hand. It was easier when it was the blizzard, Then she knew what to expect, She knew what she was getting into despite how horrid it would be.

Now? Dreams involving "Uppermoon one", Both the melting flesh and the shrine invasion were so much worse. They changed every time, She had no idea what was coming, Had no preparation at all.

The latter was particularly worse. Mitsuri's face, Her hysterical begging for [F/N] not to go, It burned into her mind like a branding. Not to mention the finality of her death only to wake up and find out it was just a nightmare.

[F/N] thought she finally got it over with, She supposed not however, The shrine was proof of that.

Though these dreams had to be a sign, But of what?

[F/N] stretched her arms slightly, Trying to wear off the numbness in her joints as she tried to haul her upper body into a sitting position, Only to yelp out in pain and fall back into the silky mattress.

A sharp pain feeling appeared in her abdomen once she tried to get up, It felt like a dozen knives stabbing into her, Twisting and turning within her guts.

[F/N] groaned, Her hands reaching down to the point of pain only to come to touch with what felt like bandage dressing.

Her eyes widened, Needing to confirm this information she quickly shoved off the covers protecting her from the cold draft. And sure enough, She was right.

Wrapped tightly yet carefully across her abdomen were thick bandages, Wrapped entirely around the front to her back.

Small splotches of red seemed to stain parts of the dressing, One's that made [F/N]'s jaw drop agape as she peered down at her core.

What.. What does this mean..?

Her dream.. In her dream she was fatally wounded, She had finally died.. All due to deep injury inflicted on her. It had to be a dream though, She was in her shrine of course!

But it was here, The dressing was covering the exact place she had been struck.

[F/N] planted both hands on each side of her and with great effort she slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position, Careful not to trigger the pain.

Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as she finally sat up. She was simply dressed in an oversized Jinbei, Sleep clothing that seemed too big for her stature yet stayed comfortable draped on it anyways.

She breathed in and out. What was happening? The shrine around her started to seem more distorted than it did before. Furniture seeming bigger or smaller than she remembered, Things misplaced.

All of it just starting to seem.. off.

It was her shrine but.. Something was wrong. Something very wrong. The feeling creeping up her spine didn't help either. An uncomfortable dread climbing up her back and drenching her in sweat, A feeling that felt like she was being watched.

Her open maw snapped shut. Her body growing rigid in place, The eyes like that of a gorgons.

Something was watching her

From her peripherals, She could see six glowing amber eyes were watching her from within the darkness.

They were piercing. Even though she only dared to see through the corners of her vision she could tell how intense their gaze was, How they seemed to be looking right through her, Glaring right into her soul.

She felt her hands start to tremble. Her mouth growing dry as her thoughts felt like they were going a thousand miles per minute, Racing to find a solution.

The eyes.. There eyes were looking at her.. What was she going to do? What could she do?

[F/N] had no time to think as they started to move.

The six glowing points shifted and moved within the shadows like fireflies. [F/N] could only make out the general shape of the being as it morphed within the darkness into what looked like a standing position.

[F/N] didn't need to have another thought, She knew who it was. It was the man from her 'dreams'.

Uppermoon one.

In her dream or at least what she thought was a dream he seemed much less.. Imposing. It's not to say he wasn't, He certainly was but it was easily ignorable due to the heat of the moment and [F/N]'s own desires.

But now as his frightening form emerged from the dark corners, His sinister prescence nigh-radiating from his figure she could only turn her head over in horror to meet his hellish visage staring right back at her.

This was the man from her dreams. The man in the blizzard, This was him.

The image of his open mouth ready to bite down, Body lunging for her. Teeth digging into the flesh of her arm. All of it flashed in her mind in rapid motion. How could she be so stupid to not figure it out?

This was what Inari was warning her about.

"You're awake.." His voice sent a freezing chill through her system, Her heart feeling like it was restarting inside of her chest as her breathing grew ragged.

Her mask. Where was her mask?

[F/N]'s fight or flight activated. Her fighter instincts finally kicking in as her hand shot out to where her mask usually sat, Hidden within her haori.

But she came up empty, Her hand only touching the side of her jinbei.

Her mask was nowhere in sight.

"I've been waiting so long.. For you to awaken.." Uppermoon one rasped. He took careful calculated steps towards her, A steady pace that moved him closer to [F/N] ever so slowly.

What was he going to do to her? She couldn't fight back, Her mask..

She was completely useless without her mask. It was the source of her body strength, The one she was most used to fighting in. Her body now was too frail, Not to mention the large gash in her abdomen.

She was helpless.

The only thing she could do was back away on the futon, Pushing herself as far into the corner as she could. Get as much distance between him and her as she eyed him up and down, Waiting for his next move.

"W-What do you want.. How am I here..?" Her voice was filled with defensive malice, Yet it shook under the weight of the situation. Her terror seeping through it all.

Kokushibo didn't falter in his stride as he approached her. The room was dark, The only thing illuminated was his eyes as he stopped in front of the futon. Staring down at her shrunken form.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, His knee's crouching down so he was as close to her level as possible.

[F/N] felt like a sitting duck under him. His hand reached out, Light from his eyes shining off his claws.

She clenched her eyes shut, Not wanting to know wha-

A cold palm touched the side of her cheek, A chilling sensation that felt like dry ice on her skin, So much so that it almost felt a scorching fire.

"Open your eyes.. I want to see them.." He commanded. Out of fear she did what he said and gazed up at him.

She looked upon his face, Her eyes locked onto his that looked down at her with such an odd emotion, Such a strange way his bloodshot eyes seemed so calm. A way that disturbed her down to her very core.

His palm was cupping her cheek, Claws careful not to graze her as his thumb rubbed gently over her skin. Eyes searching for something before a small uncanny smile appeared on his face looking so unnatural on him, Showing off the row of sharp teeth settled in his maw.

"You're here.. You're really here.. The gods have given you back to me after all these centuries.." He mumbled under his breath as his thumb rubbed the outline of her cheekbones.

[F/N] didn't understand, Mind like tangled threads as she spoke out once again.

"W-Where am I.. Why.. W-Why am I alive?" She cried. Tears brimming on the ledge of her eyes as she shied away from his sickening touch, Not for long however as his hand just gripped the side of her face harder, Keeping her in place.

Kokushibo shook his head lightly.

"You are frightened.. It is understandable.. You have woken up with an injury and most assumedly a headache.. I do sincerely apologise for that.. But I ask you to calm down.. You are safe now.." He spoke, His tone trying its best to mimic a comforting tone while [F/N] didn't believe his words for a single second.

She swallowed down the sheer terror in her throat.

"A-Answer me.. W-Why am I here.. Alive?" [F/N] repeated. Kokushibo only caressed the side of her cheek, His face filled up with thought as he began to speak.

"..It is a rather silly question.. Why you are here should already be obvious to you.. And alive..? You are lucky I was able to provide first aid.. Otherwise.." He trailed off, The last of his words going unspoken as his smile dropped.

[F/N] took the chance to speak, A small slither of vigour still left in her as she did.

"It's not obvious at all.. Explain it to me, I-I should be dead.. I should.. Why am I alive, Where am I.. What do you plan on doing with me?" She looked back up at him with the steadiest expression she could muster, One of which he completely ignored in favour of his stare turning.. Miffed.

"You.. You should be aware of why you are here.. Do you not recognise me, Little one?" Kokushibo asked. His demeanour started to shift to a more recognisable aura, Something serious. More dark in the hum of his voice.

"I-I.." She recognised him alright. His face was burned into her vision every time she blinked. Met his eyes every time she slumbered, But judging by the tone of his voice.. That wasn't the right answer.

"No.." [F/N] said, Shaking her head as she watched his frown contort into a scowl. One which she shrunk back into the corner at as he dropped the hand cupping her cheek, Letting it fall to his side.

"I.. No.. You said my name.. You called me by my nickname, The one you always used.. You remember, Don't you?" Kokushibo's voice, The serious tone was still there, Permeating his voice yet the lilt undertone of a pleading man, Desperate and confused radiated within his voice.

[F/N] sharpened her jaw, She had no idea what he was talking about. He spoke as if he knew her, Like she was an old friend yet she couldn't recall ever knowing him.

"I.. I don't know your name.. I-I.. I don't know who you are.." [F/N] replied.

Her words seemed to trigger something within him, His scowl growing more angry as he backed away from the futon. [F/N] watched on as he turned his back to her, His body going completely still, Almost disturbingly so as he just stood there without making a single move.

[F/N] took a deep breath in, One she didn't know she needed as she tried to steady the beating of her drumming heart. The sweat dripped down her face freely, She needed to make a move.

Quietly swinging her legs over the side of the futon she placed them down onto the wooden floorboards, All while eyeing the demon a few feet away from her like an ticking bomb.

[F/N] softly got up from the futon. The pain in her abdomen diluted down, The shock before had caused it to seem worse than it already was. It was bad, But she could work with it, She always had.

She placed another foot down in front of her, The wooden boards were old, She needed to be careful as she quietly circled around him. Trying her best not to alert him to her movements as she went.

[F/N]'s stretched out hand eventually felt the wood of the shoji door, The one letting bioluminescent light through the single crack it made. Feeling around she caught her fingers on the edge.

She carefully slid it open, Though it didn't matter as the careful light illuminating from the other side flooded into the room like a rising sun over a dead night. Snapping Kokushibo out of whatever trance he had been in and jerk his head over to her position.

"You..!"

[F/N] didn't wait to hear what he had to say, Her feet moved for her as she took off into the hallway at the first alarm raised.

She ran throughout the hall barefoot, The sole of her foot feeling the sharp splinters digging into her like porcupine hide as she went. It didn't matter in the slightest though, Not the pain stabbing into her soles or the warped caricature of her shrine's hallways as she sprinted through past the old tapestries and near-ancient support beams.

Is he following me? Where's the exit? Run now, Think later she chided. [F/N] didn't stop for a second to look around or listen out for the possibility of heavy footsteps following her as she went. Her mind was dead-set on escape.

She sharply turned round corners, Fumbled her way through the winding hallways as she finally reached a set of creaked cedar stairs. [F/N] took no time in descending them, Each step slightly bending under her quick motions as she got to the bottom.

Despite the warped mimicry of her shrine, Walls and hallways worn out and minimized, [F/N] could still navigate it with a finesse that left her fast on her feet.

Her internal GPS carried her feet and guided her along. In front of her was the main shrine doors, Two wide cedarwood doorframes with windows that let in a bluish-green light into the shadow blessed pathway.

This was it. She was going to get out, It was only a few more seconds until she reached her salvation. Her exit from this live-nightmare, Such a thought that made her pace quicken. Heart thudding so hard she felt like it would explode.

[F/N] reached out her steady hands, Reaching the door she slammed her hands down and shoved them wide open to where the courtyard should be.

Rushing out int-

[F/N] stride shuddered in its steps. The once determined sprint fizzled out into a walk, Then she stopped completely in her tracks all together.

Her eyes widened, Irises shaking in their sclera as she felt her knees start to wobble.

W-What.. What does this.. Where..

In front of her wasn't the courtyard. No.. It wasn't the courtyard at all.

Standing before her was an infinite sea, An endless dark plane that seemed to stretch on forever. There was no end. Up, Left, Right.. All of it was an infinite expanse in all directions. A fast breeze blew out from nowhere at all, Hitting her face and snapping her out of the horrified trance she was stuck in.

She snapped her head down to the ground she was standing on. What should of been the smooth dirt of the courtyard was instead a wide rickety dock, One that seemed just as endless as the void, Branches of the dock stretching out like tree roots around the shrine connecting and ending seemingly at random.

This.. This couldn't be real… This must be another dream, It had to be! It appeared like a lovecraftian-esque pocket dimension, Nothing from the real world, Nothing from reality at all.

Her palms were clammy. [F/N] took a few wearied steps, Disbelief shown in her eyes as she felt the heel of her foot land on nothing. She yelped out, Quickly backing up onto the dock as she peered over the edge.

It was an aquamarine sea. The one that the dock's structure ventured deep down into the depths of, Blurring out in the faint turquoise glow rising up from the foaming aqua. Gumussevri, The light it emitted being the only source within the infinity surrounding them.

This didn't make sense.. It couldn't.. How could it? [F/N] felt the glimmer of hope extinguish under the seafoam waves of the water below. How could she ever hope to escape..?

[F/N] felt the slow depression of the dock before she heard the footsteps. Heavy, Slow and stoic as she felt the doors behind her shut gently, That being the thing bringing her attention as she turned around.

Kokushibo was only a couple metres away from her. [F/N] felt her eye twitch, That's why he didn't run after her.. That's why he didn't catch her a soon as she stepped foot out of the room.

He knew she had nowhere else to run.

"[F/N].. I am offended.. Why would you try to get away from me..? You.. You must remember me.. You must. You said my name, It's undeniable proof.." He accused, Standing in a complete stance.

His eyes pierced into her like javelins, Sharp and scrutinizing yet it still held that strange quality of desperation. It made her shiver and that in turn made his frown sharpen. How he knew her first name didn't matter to her in that moment, She only opened her mouth ready for a rebuttal.

[F/N] breathed. She had gotten this far.

"I've told you, I don't know your name nor do I know how you know mine. I don't know who you are and I certainly don't know what you want with me.. Whoever you think I am, I am obviously not." [F/N] argued. She bared her teeth, Trying to steady her jaw.

Kokushibo shook his head. He took a single step towards her and in response she took several more back.

"[F/N].. You have been asleep for a few weeks.. I suppose I should of predicted your confusion but.." He paused

"Maybe it's possible that you don't recall.." He muttered. A few weeks?! She had been asleep for several weeks, Assumedly healing under the care of this cold monster standing in front of her acting friendly as it could.

She'd lament over it later though, What mattered was here and now. And right now he was starting to aggravate her.

[F/N] clenched her fist. How stubborn could he be? She didn't know him, Had only seen him as warnings in dreams yet he acted as if they had known each other for decades. He was completely delusional and to spite all the terror she was feeling in this moment, It pissed [F/N] off.

"Then if you do not remember.. Let me refresh your memory, Little one.." Kokushibo said.

"My name is Kokushibo.. I hold the highest rank within the twelve moons, Sitting at Upperrank one.." He started.

"Though.. You should be recognising me as Michikatsu Tsugikuni.. Your older brother.." Kokushibo announced, His eyes staring down onto her, Closely examining her facial expression. Waiting intently for her reaction.

[F/N] stilled. Her body growing rigid as if she was fixed to the dock by nails.

"..I'm sorry.. What?" She asked. Her eyes blinking rapidly as she looked up at him in disbelief.

"..I am your big brother.. And you are my little sister.." He repeated so clearly yet his voice seemed incoherent to her ears. [F/N] swallowed a lump in her throat, If she thought he was delusional before he now looked completely insane to her now.

He was a demon.. An Uppermoon, He must of been hundreds of years old at the very least yet here he was claiming to be her sibling? It didn't add up, He looked at her like she was meant to understand but she couldn't find a single puzzle piece that fit.

"Impossible.. You're hundreds of years old and I have absolutely no older siblings.."

Kokushibo breathed out, The carbon dioxide showing in the chill-raising air as he took another step forward towards her. This time, [F/N] didn't move back.

"Impossible, Yes.. I thought the same thing once I saw you again.. You died near enough five hundred years ago yet there you were.. Bleeding out within the rubble of your desecrated shrine.. For centuries I grieved for you.." He lamented. A sudden pain crossing him as he seemed to recall something deep within him.

He was spouting sheer madness. He was the one who took her here against her own wishes and nursed her back to physical health, It made her heart writhe around inside her and this time she couldn't bite her tongue.

"I-I am not your sister, We are not related in any way… I don't know how goddamn delusional you need to be to think as such! You are a demon, Not my brother.. I want you to piss off and leave me alone, You fucking monster!" [F/N] cried. The terrified tone only an afterthought suddenly grew back into the forefront of her mind as she watched him close.

As soon as the word monster rolled off her tongue his body stilled, His expression going blank as he stared down at her with an unrecognisable expression. It disturbed her right down to her stomach, Even more so when she felt the heat.

"You.. You will not speak to me like that, Little one.." He said through gritted teeth. [F/N] felt her body raise up into that state of flight or fight once more, His soul radiating such a boiling hot heat that [F/N] could feel it in her bones.

It was obvious he was trying to hold back his anger, Yet it spilled out of the brims of his expression. The twitch of his fingers and the glare he gave her, She could tell and it utterly horrified her.

"As your older brother and the last remaining head of our clan.. You will treat me with respect.. It doesn't matter if you're confused or have.. forgotten entirely.. You address me in proper honorifics like a good younger sister should." Kokushibo hissed. Venom near dripping off every word as he started approaching her trembling form.

His footsteps were slow, Drawing out every step as he finally loomed over her. Shadow cast over him as [F/N] looked up at him, Body aching for her to run.

Whatever façade of cold comfort he put up was completely shattered now, His eyes brimming with malice and his fingers itching the reach for the hilt of his sword. Itching to strike her down.

"I've been praying for this day for centuries.. For the wish that you would come back to me.. You said you would never leave me again, And I fully intend to hold you to your promise.. You cannot run.. So come back here now and I will forget this little mistake.. If you do not, I assure your time here will be much more.. Nightmarish.." He commanded lowly. Slowly moving towards her

"..No matter how far you go I will always be right behind you.. You will not escape me."

But that didn't mean she wasn't willing to try.

Her legs moved before she could comprehend she was. Quickly turning around and sprinting off down the dock in her nightwear and splotched dressing as she cried out in sheer utter helplessness.

Kokushibo paused as he watched her go. He didn't bother run after her, He knew she wouldn't get far.

As [F/N] carefully navigated throughout the labyrinth of docks she could hear his quiet voice call after her, Echoing through the void and seeping through her as she ran.

"Tire yourself out all you want.. Run as long and as far as you like but you will never be able to leave me.. Not again. When you come back.. Do not expect to be treated with such affection that I have offered you thus far.. Not until you stop with this stupid rebellious phase of yours.."

Though [F/N] could barely hear him, As his silhouette shrunk further and further into the vastness of the void.

All until he disappeared completely

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Knock! Knock! Knock!

Three soft and precise knocks hit against the thin cut of the rosewood door.

Sounds of quiet shuffling could be heard from within the house, Settling of cups and screeching of chairs as footsteps started to move their way over to the closed entrance.

The door slid open only a peep, Only enough for the weathered face of a middle-aged man to careen his head over to get a good look out past it.

"Hello..?"

"Hello there!" A polite and cheery voice spoke out to him, One that sounded exaggerated and overly-friendly compared to his quiet yet cordial tone. The girl the voice belonged to smiled lightly and clasped her hands together.

"My name is Shinobu Kocho from the Demon Slayer Corps, If I am not mistaken.. This is the Kanroji household is it not?" Shinobu asked. Glassy orchid eyes staring into the ones of the older mans, His own softened at her introduction as he nodded.

"Ah.. Yes. You two must be my daughter's colleague's." He said. The slightly cracked open door slid ajar, His shoulders softening and a small welcoming smile grew onto his aged face as he looked at the two slayers.

Shinobu, A woman of short stature similar to that of a mantis. She held an eternal far off gaze that seemed clouded with the salesman smile plastered onto her face like concrete. Her butterfly haori and short tied hair danced in the wind as he looked over at the other man behind her.

"Greetings.." Was all the other slayer said as he lightly bowed down to him.

Despite being taller than his colleague, He was still rather short. He had a mop of choppy black hair that looked overgrown as it covered his shadowed his face well, That and along with the bandages he used as a mask made his features nigh hidden. The only thing peeking out from over the mask was mismatched eyes.

"Ah, You must have more manners then that!" Shinobu exclaimed lightly as she giggled it off.

"I apologise for my friend here.. This is my co-worker Iguro Obanai. And yes, We're here to see Mitsuri-chan about recent events I'm sure you've been informed of?" Shinobu inquired, Tilting her head to the side while Obanai muttered something under his breath and swept his head to the side.

Mr. Kanroji nodded, His smile only dropping an inch.

"Yes.. I'm aware. You two better come in then." He nodded as he stepped a side, Raising an arm to welcome them into his abode. Shinobu smiled and thanked him as she made her way inside, Iguro following closely behind her as they entered the livingroom.

It was a cosy little room, It was homely and warm yet had enough room for a large family to move around in comfortably. It was beautifully decorated, Clean-cut furniture and masterfully painted moving doors.

It was a rather large family home, The inner walls of the house being compiled of entirely open shoji-doors revealing the wide open plan of the entire building.

"It's a nice home you have.." Iguro muttered as he made his way to the middle of the room.

"Thank you. Me and my wife are both rather house-proud.." He chuckled lightly "It's been easier to take care of since the little ones have grown bigger and gotten much more responsible. I love them all, But do they make mess I'd tell you.."

Shinobu airily laughed along with him.

"Yes! I have a few little girls who I provide for back home with me, Children are quite troublemakers aren't they?" Shinobu replied as she turned to the man.

"Aha! Isn't that the truth.." He smiled. "Though unfortunately we aren't here to talk about our kids.."

"No, Unfortunately not." Iguro confirmed, Nodding his head lightly as he started talking.

"It's about The Shrine Invasion Incident that occurred a few weeks ago, We're here to talk to Mitsuri-san about what happened when she was there and get her statement. About both the demon that attacked and the.. Casualties" Iguro explained.

Mr. Kanroji sighed.

"Yes. You're referring to [F/N], Right?" He asked.

Shinobu nodded.

"Correct. I understand that [F/N] was very close to Mitsuri-chan.. That and along with Fujimori-san of course." She said. As she did she slid a quick wink over to Mr. Kanroji and subtly signalled towards Iguro, Who didn't notice a thing.

Mr. Kanroji paused before nodding back.

"Right. Come, We can discuss this while we walk" He said. Beckoning them with his hand and turning his back and starting to walk at a leisurely pace out of the livingroom. Both slayers nodded and followed after him.

"So, Can you recall what happened when she came home?" Shinobu asked him as she trailed behind.

"Yes. It was in the early morning.. Both me and my wife were barely awake when we heard the banging on the door. When we opened it she just ran into my arms, She was hysterical and we could barely make a word out of what happened.. It was a painful sight to see.." He explained, Shaking his head.

"Ah.. I see" Shinobu said. "I'm aware that you and your wife were also quite familiar with [F/N]?"

Mr. Kanroji smiled once again yet it held none of that bright attitude he had before, It was instead blocked by a dark cloud hanging over him like a noose.

"Right.. Mitsuri and [F/N] were basically inseparable back when they were young, So much so that she was over at our place most of the time. [F/N] didn't have the best home life you see, Not that she had much of one to begin with but.. She stayed over so often, Helped out with chores and played with the younger kids so much that at points I even considered her my own. And I'm pretty sure my wife did too" Mr. Kanroji tried to play off the sombre undertone in his voice with a light-hearted giggle, Yet it was futile under the heaviness of his bleak voice.

"It was horrible when the news came to light. We both were broken up by her.. Choice of actions. But Mitsuri.. She just.. She just broke down entirely." He said. Shinobu's eyes narrowed in confusion.

Choice of actions, What he meant alluded her.

Before she could question it however he stopped at a closed door, A rarity amongst the open ones spread about the walls of the house. He turned around and looked at them with a serious expression.

"Alright then, This is it." He started as he looked down at the both of them

"Please, When you go in try to be gentle when speaking with her. Don't try to overwhelm her or make any sudden noises.. She's not in the best mental state right now." He said quietly, Nigh-whisper as he waited for their answer.

"Understood." They both said in unison.

Mr. Kanroji nodded before turning back to the door.

Raising a single fist he lightly knocked at the paper shoji door. He smiled a best as he could as he spoke.

"Pumpkin? Are you awake..?" He called out.

…

There was no answer.

Iguro shifted around uncomfortably in his stance. Mitsuri Kanroji, The woman he loved and cared for.. She wasn't anything like this. He knew her well. He knew she loved to eat, He knew the way her lip quirked when she was confused and he certainly knew she was a light sleeper.

Anything could wake her. A sneeze or the drop of a pin, Anything at all. And it was certain that she would definetly wake at the light knock on her door. For her not to answer was concerning at best. Mr. Kanroji tried once more.

"Your friends from work are here to see you.. It's about a few weeks ago.." He called out once more though this time you could hear the audible shake in his speech.

…

"Come in.."

A weak voice called out from behind the door, It was so quiet that you could barely hear it. Both Shinobu and Iguro took a glance at each other before Mr. Kanroji grabbed onto the handle and slowly slid the door open.

It was dark. That was the first thought that entered their heads as they finally saw the inside to the room, Their sole source of vision being the new light from the other side flooding in only a crack to reveal only the bare shapes of furniture inside.

"I'll leave you two to it.." Mr. Kanroji whispered as he stood behind the open door, Nodding towards the room.

"Thank you.." Shinobu replied lowly as she took the first few steps in, Iguro following closely behind as she slowly entered the abyss that was Mitsuri's room.

From what they could make out, It looked more like a guest room than it did an actual room. The source of light was the window which was meant to be open, Instead it was locked and bolted shut tight leaving their environment hard to navigate.

CLANK!

Iguro's foot hit against something on the floor, Looking down he gagged slightly.

It was a small plate of food. It looked to be a normal meal consisting of pork cutlets and a side of omurice. Though on closer inspection Iguro spied the signs of mould starting to gather up on the meat from most likely a day or two, It hadn't been touched at all.

Iguro swallowed down his bubbling concerns and tried to ignore the smell as he stepped around it.

Both Shinobu and Iguro moved towards the centrepiece of the room of which being a large futon. Growing closer they could see the shapes of several duvets and pillows scattered amongst it, Reminiscent of a crows nest from the built up barrier around the lump poking out from under one of the duvets.

Shinobu kept up her smile, Though as she moved it started to look more strained and forced like one you'd see on an advertisement or billboard.

They finally reached the futon. Both Shinobu and Iguro shuffled around the side, Avoiding scattered clothes and stray furniture as they tried to get a better look.

They could barely see anything at all, Both from the lack of light and the duvet covering the girl below it. The only thing they could make out was only the upper half of her face sticking out from under it, Lime irises staring up at both of them.

Iguro bit his tongue. He backed up a bit as his hands reached out for the window-shutters. Eyes not taken off of Mitsuri's as he opened it up, Letting the late-morning light fill the dark void of the room.

Once the sunlight bounced off the walls of the room, Shinobu's smile quickly switched down to a frown while Iguro's shoulders tensed up.

The room was much more of a mess than first thought to be. The odd scattered clothing or two turned out to be more like piles.

Uneaten meals more rotten than before were also placed about, Some on furniture, Some on the floor.

But what really put off the two was the girl they called a friend, Lying curled up in a fetal position within the bedding.

Now that the light hit her face she flinched back from the sudden exposure, Eyes clenching closed to prevent the sudden light hitting her pupils flood in. Both of them noticed the swollen red under her eyes and her stuffy nose, To which she sniffled lightly every so often.

"Mitsuri-chan.." Shinobu mumbled, Her face a practiced sympathy as she took another step forward towards the futon. She stopped however when the sudden movement of Mitsuri cut her off, Mitsuri hauling herself out from under the covers and up into a sitting position

"I.. Sorry about that.. Comfortable position and all.." Mitsuri giggled lightly. Yet the sound never quite reached her bloodshot eyes.

Coupled with the greasy tangle that was her hair and the rather shaky smile she held it was obvious to see her true self in that moment. Iguro took his turn to take a step forward.

"Mitsuri-san.. I.." He felt the words caught on his tongue once he looked down upon the painful expression of the girl in front of him. Despite lying in bed it looked like she hadn't slept for days, Weeks even.

"Y-You're here about a few weeks ago right? Were you able to look at the ruins..? F-Find anything?" Mitsuri's voice shook more than her ear to ear smile, It wasn't liked Shinobu's perfectly perfected one. No, It was instead like an unknowingly widowed wife in the ER room lobby, Waiting in ignorant bliss for what she assumed was just a cut.

Both Iguro and Shinobu shared another glance at one and other. Both having a silent conversation between the two before Shinobu turned her head back around to face Mitsuri.

"Well.. We were able to get a report back from the ruins of the shrine.." Shinobu started. Reaching within her butterfly haori she pulled out a small piece of folded paper.

Starting to unfold it she peered down and started to read.

"Lets see here.. There were more injuries than casualties.. Seventy two severely injured and thirty four deaths. Majority of the casualties being Kakushi and Lower ranked slayers.." Shinobu read out, Eyes scanning down the list.

Mitsuri slowly nodded.

"T-That's unfortunate.. I hope their families are doing okay.." Mitsuri replied softly, The first glint of genuine concern showing from behind her eyes.

"But.. Erm.." She started again.

Shinobu nodded, Sad smile painted. Mitsuri didn't have to finish her words for Shinobu to know what she meant.

"Yes.. About [F/N] and Fujimori.." The mention of the names caught Mitsuri's attention immediately, Her head perking up to give her undying regard as the glint in her eyes burned back up.

Shinobu's nose twitched, Body stiffening ever so slightly.

"..We weren't able to recover any bodies.."

The light in Mitsuri's irises started to grow, Yet it wasn't from the hope or finality of the news. Instead it was the reflection off the water starting to grow at the rims of her eyes.

Shinobu took in a deep breath and continued.

"The only trace was of Fujimori.. Which was a pool of blood located near the back of the shrine." Shinobu shook her head, Trying not to focus on Mitsuri as she continued.

"Our leading theory is that.. Well.. Fujimori was most likely eaten by the demon in question.. There was nothing left of him.." Shinobu whispered, Yet within the confines of the room it sounded like an reverberated scream to Mitsuri's ears.

And that's what broke the dam.

Mitsuri let out a quiet cry, Her shaky smile still spread wide across her face as the tears in her eyes flooded over. Rolling down her cheeks and dripping onto her lap as choked noises escaped her hoarse throat.

"Mitsuri-san-!"

Iguro instantly went into action at the first sound of her cries, He quickly moved over to her side, Sitting down next to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. Which was quickly dismissed by Mitsuri.

"D-Don't touch me.. Just, Please.. N-Not now.." Mitsuri wept. Iguro quickly obliged, Moving away from her on the bed as she planted her face into her palms. Shinobu looked on as she put the paper away, Eyes filled with pity.

"I.. I-I can't believe this.. I.. Why didn't I recognise the signs.. I.. D-Doesn't she remember our promise..?" She whispered. Her nails digging into her skin as she looked through the cracks of her fingers, Eyes staring off into the distance of the floor.

"She..? What do you mean by signs..?" Iguro asked lightly.

Mitsuri withdrew her face from her hands to look up at Obanai. Her eyes meeting the mismatch of his with a disbelieving gaze, Like his tongue spoke of heresy to her very own religion.

Her pained voice spoke out once again.

"F-Fujimori.. [F/N].. They.. They're the same person.. And I.." Mitsuri whispered.

Iguro's eyes widened to that of circles, He shook his head adamantly and responded quick to her.

"No.. That's impossible. Fujimori and [F/N] look completely different, How could they be the same?" Iguro asked. His soft voice was still present yet there was an edge to it, A sharp confusion and bafflement at her words.

Mitsuri didn't listen to him, It was like he wasn't even there.

"I-I knew it was there.. I really did but I just.. I-I just ignored them.. If I had tried just a little harder.. I-If I just.." Mitsuri's voice seemed to break down into children's babble, Ranting off under her breath about this and that Iguro just couldn't understand.

He took a step closer.

"Mitsuri.. Please, Tell me what you mean.." Iguro asked softly. He lowered down onto a single knee to match her eye level, Pleading silently with her to tell him.

Mitsuri mumbled something so quiet, So incomprehensible that neither Iguro nor Shinobu could hear.

"What did you say..?"

Mitsuri's lip quivered. Bloodshot eyes staring back at him with that disfigured smile still on her face. Her voice only turning up a single notch as they were finally able to make out what she said.

"[F/N].. S-She killed herself."

Shinobu's frown sharpened into a tight-lipped grimace. Iguro's brows furrowed, His bandaged mask concealing his parted lips, Information still processing in his mind.

"I-If I just tried a little harder.. If I just made sure she was okay, Said hello or just.. Just ask her what was wrong.. S-She would've still been here with me.. I.. I did this.. I-I shouldn't of let go of her hand, I shouldn't of let go.."

Mitsuri's gaze was Far-off as she stared back into the vivid face of [F/N] appearing in her mind. The blank eyes so dull like she was nothing more than a caricature of her true self, The tried and true smile, The angle of her nose and the dimensions of her face.

All of it she tried so hard to cling onto. Grasping desperately at the memory, Begging with whatever god was up there. Pleading with whatever was listening that she wouldn't forget her face.

Yet as she continued to imagine her face, It faded further and further away from her grasp. Already blurring into a distant memory along with the warmth of her hand drifting away from her palms.

Iguro looked back at her. His heart felt like it was twisting and turning inside him, Hurting at the sight of the woman he held so close to it.

The new information felt so unsolved in his mind, He doubted it. Yet the raw grief that was coming from Mitsuri in front of him made it seem so real. Yet, He needed to question it once more.

Though before he could, He felt a small tap on his shoulder. Looking up only to come face to face with Shinobu.

"Iguro-san.. I think you should go wait outside." Shinobu said. Her voice suddenly serious, A side of which was barely shown through her friendly disguise.

He looked back at her and she stared back down at him with an unwavering gaze.

Iguro nodded slowly before getting up from his kneeling position. As he quietly moved out of the room he took only a single glance back at the two of them, All before opening the door and exiting the room.

As soon as the door slid shut Shinobu made her move, Head turning towards Mitsuri who looked up at her with the gaze of a wounded animal.

"Mitsuri-san.. These are massive claims, I don't mean to be insensitive but could you explain to me what happened? According to reports you were rather hysterical, Both from the handmaiden escorting you out and the various people you asked about [F/N]'s whereabouts." Shinobu asked. Voice levelled and calm, Her friendly self back up with a small smile to contrast her words.

Mitsuri didn't waste anytime for a shaky hand to extend out behind her towards her pillow, Reaching under it she carefully fished out a worn piece of paper. It was folded several times and looked rather worn from first sights.

Shinobu carefully plucked it out of her hands once it was offered. Carefully unfolding the flaps she held it in her hands and started to read.

Mitsuri sat there uncomfortably on the bed despite the mountain of pillows and blankets surrounding her. She had stopped crying at this point but by no means did that make her okay.

Her form was trembling as if she was in the middle of a hailing blizzard. She felt as if she wasn't in her body, Like she was just looking through the vision of someone else entirely while she was just a spectator within her own mind.

Shinobu's glassy eyes scanned over the paper, Carefully reading over every line with upmost delicacy as her gaze descended downwards.

She reached the bottom, The finality of the signature registering in her mind.

Shinobu was quiet.

But after a moment, She let out a single sigh.

"I see.. Well.. That's unfortunate.." Was all she said. She refolded up the paper in her hands and sitting it down on the windowsill.

Suddenly brought back into her own body, Mitsuri's head snapped over to look up at Shinobu. Her mouth going agape along with her eyes as she looked up in disbelief.

"..Is that all you have to say?" Mitsuri asked. [F/N]'s note, Her very last words written down onto a carefully made parchment. The story of her life, The words she could never express to anyone aloud yet scribed down with her entire heart and soul put onto this single letter.

And Shinobu just shook it off, Like it was absolutely nothing.

"Well.. It's an unfortunate turn of events, Taking one's life always is. Though I do have to admit I never saw it coming.." Shinobu said, That same tone of plain apathy dripped off every syllable and hit Mitsuri like acid as she stood up.

"H-How could you?" Mitsuri gawked. Her unstable footsteps numb from hours of not walking as she took a few steps toward Shinobu.

"[F/N] was your friend too.. You're the only other Hashira who ever knew about the truth.. She.. S-She trusted you.." Mitsuri exclaimed, Her previous cries starting to boil and hiss into a rising anger as her face twisted into an ugly expression.

Shinobu's shoulders raised as she looked back at her, The anger on Mitsuri being a completely foreign view. She wasn't even acting like herself anymore, [F/N] really meant that much to her..

"Yes.. She did." Shinobu agreed "I'm not trying to say-"

"You don't need to say anything, Y-You're making it clear enough!" Mitsuri butted in. Her arms raising to hug her self as she feverishly shook her head, Trying to keep herself calm.

"T-This isn't just my fault.. This is yours too. This is everyone's fault.." Mitsuri heaved. Her breathing picked up speed as her overgrown nails dug into her elbows, Backing up a bit as she did.

"Mitsuri-san.. You're not yourself right now, You're still in the grieving process. You don't mean what you're saying.." Shinobu said.

Mitsuri looked back up at her, Sheer rage burning inside her eyes like infernoes

"H-How many of the Hashira actually liked [F/N]..? How many of them insulted her every time she was late to a meeting? How many snide looks.. How many nasty comments, Shinobu? T-Tell me.. How many?" Mitsuri choked out. Shinobu could feel the strain as it did.

"I.. I don't kn-"

"How many?!" Mitsuri yelled, Her voice shaking the very walls of the room she was in. Quickly turning away from Shinobu, Her hands grasped both sides of her head catching strands of messy hair in-between them.

"[F/N] never harboured any true resentment towards anyone! S-She may not of been on time or handled her duties well but she cared for every last one of us, A-And the only thing she got in return was scorn.." Mitsuri at this point broke down into strangled sobs. She hugged herself tighter as Shinobu could only watch her.

"G-Get out.. Y-You did this, We both did.. But.. Y-You don't even care at all…" Mitsuri ordered. Turning her back on Shinobu as she tried to reach out a hand to her.

"Mitsu-"

"GET OUT!" Mitsuri screamed, Turning back to Shinobu with a high-pitched wail as it faded back into soft cries. Mitsuri fell back onto her bed, Pulling her knees up to her chest and pressing her face into them.

Shinobu didn't need to be told twice. She turned her back and walked away towards the door.

However she stopped once her hand gripped onto the handle.

"Mitsuri-san.. Just for the record, I may not show it but I do care for [F/N].. She really was my friend and trusted comrade. I don't mean to be indifferent.. I am not at all.. I.. I really will miss her a lot. Me and the rest of the Hashira may not have favoured her at points, But she was still apart of our ranks and was our comrade.. We.. We all grieve in our own ways.. And I promise you.. One day, We will get vengeance on the demon who did this.. We'll avenge her, I promise you."

That was all Shinobu said. Mitsuri lifted her head from her shins but she couldn't see Shinobu's expression. Her back to hers, Mitsuri could only see her high shoulders shake and the grip on the sliding door tighten.

But it faded almost immediately. Shinobu slid the door open and stepped out.

Closing it over and walking away.

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Heavy yet light footsteps hit the rickety wood in quick succession, Each step taking no time to waste as [F/N] kept running faster and faster along the spiderweb docks.

[F/N] had to plan her movements in advance, The dock was hard to navigate with branches ending at random and others looping straight back around in the opposite direction. If she wasn't careful she could be thrown overboard at any moment, And she didn't want to find out whether the bioluminescent water was safe or not.

It felt like she had been running for hours, The infinite sky showing no sign of an end or exit in sight. But [F/N] knew it had to of only been half an hour or so, Otherwise she would of already collapsed.

Kokushibo was nowhere to be seen. Once [F/N] had taken off running she thought he would be dead on her tail, Chasing her down for even daring to leave whatever he had planned for her.

"My name is Kokushibo.. I hold the highest rank within the twelve moons, Sitting at upperrank one.. Though.. You should be recognising me as Michikatsu Tsugikuni.. Your older brother.."

Was he delusional? Out of his mind? Or could he be manipulating her with some so-crazy-it-works method. Michikatsu Tsugikuni, The name meant absolutely nothing at all. Her older brother he called himself, There was simply no way in hell that could of been true.

He was a centuries old demon, Whatever parents gave birth to him would of died a good long while ago. It was impossible that they could've been related but..

"Impossible, Yes.. I thought the same thing once I saw you again.. You died near enough five hundred years ago yet there you were.. Bleeding out within the rubble of your desecrated shrine.."

Maybe, Just maybe she shared some resemblance to the sister he had as a human. And maybe she shared the same first name as she did. And when he saw said resemblance, Somehow in his mind he had decided that they were the same person and then decided to spare and kidnap her away to this cold hell.

Even then that was baffling on its own.

[F/N] had saw from first hand experience how a demon would rip apart its own siblings, Parents or children just for another meal. Demon's had no sentimental attachment to much of anything, Especially not people.

So why? Why would he do this, Kidnap her away and try to feign an act of familiarity with her? Demons don't do that, They don't think that way. [F/N] swallowed back a lump in her throat.

How much did his sister mean to him? Was she really that important that he would still hold affection towards her?

But either way he wasn't anywhere at all.

No noises, Glimpses or auras. Nothing.

She had no time to dwell on it, She chided herself for getting distracted over a demon. Run now think later. The prospect of escaping whatever pocket dimension she had been siphoned to was vivid in her mind, A yearning feeling brought back to the primal desire for survival as she kept going and going.

Her abdomen hurt too, Every time she moved it felt like a needle jabbing into her side. She tried her best to ignore the pain however, She couldn't let it stop her now, Not since she got this far.

But then it hit her.

Why was she trying so hard to escape?

Her sprint faltered only a little as the thought crossed through her mind. Her lip upturned. Why was she trying so hard?

[F/N] wanted to die. She wanted to find an end for months, To get it over and done with and get out of everyone's way. To stop being such a stain on the Hashira and a burden on the corps. She had no use, No worth or redeemable qualities.

She may of killed a thousand of their kind, She may of been given the title of being the strongest Hashira but that name weighed down on her shoulders like steel blocks.

It wasn't a title, It was an expectation.

And [F/N] couldn't live up to it, She didn't even want to live at all. So why was she running? Why didn't she throw herself into the docks or go back to slaughterhouse behind her? Why was her body so insistent on continuing?

Because.. Because.. She wanted to die, Not be tortured. That's the reason. If she was here then it was obvious she was wanted alive, If she did try to throw herself off then whose to say Kokushibo wouldn't be watching her right now and prevent her from doing so?

If she was here he might be wanting information, The location of the Ubuyashiki estate. This entire 'dead little sister' thing was just a manipulation tactic to get it out of her! And once he realised she wasn't falling for it he'd resort to more violent methods.

Yes, That's the reason.

Turning around another dock and searching for a path she stared out into the open distance of a void. Her heart burned, There had to be an escape. She was so tired, She felt like she was going to collapse any second.

And that's when she saw it.

In the distance, Staring off into the vastness of the void she could make out a vague shape settled amongst the darkness.

Her eyes sparked up, Lit aflame as she spied her saving grace, The light at the end of the tunnel. Something had finally changed after running for so long.

Her pace picked up along with her breathing, Her breaths turning into light wheezes under her normal rhythm as she took far strides.

Sweat beads dripped down from her brow and stained her jinbei, Everything burned. Muscles ached but she kept moving forwards, Kept going faster and faster towards the building in the distance, Getting closer and closer.

Keep going, Almost there.. I can do this- I can escap-!

[F/N] stopped in her tracks.

Her sprint jittered down until she was completely still, Fixed on place to the dock as she stared up towards the building, One now looming over her like a guillotine.

It.. It was her shrine.

Towering over her was the behind of the shrine, The other side from which she came from. The walls, tiles, Wooden frames and the closed shut windows. Her eyes scanned over it in disbelief, The realisation crashing into her.

She had done a full circle, She had just came back from the way she came.

T-This can't be true.. How could this be-!

[F/N] felt her heart fall into her stomach along with her knee's collapsing to the ground, Finally giving out from exhaustion as her eyes were still locked on the shrine.

Her knees hit the wooden docks, Splinters digging into her bare shins as she felt all hope leave her body. She had been running for so long, The docks didn't loop or go in a circle, If it did she would of known. But how was she back here? How?

Heart drumming faster in her chest her head felt light and airy as if she was thousands of feet in the air. Nausea creeping up her throat and unsettling her stomach even more than it already was. As she felt herself fade, She had only one thought.

How.. How is this fair?

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Kokushibo walked slowly down the wooden step-way of the shrine it surrounded.

Taking a few careful steps down the stairway he felt the weight of it depress under him, Reaching the bottom he peered over from the corner he stood next to.

He watched the body of his younger sister collapse onto the dock, Her chest raising and lowering rapidly as if she was starved of air. Her hair was a mess along with her clothing and general appearance.

It was nothing he didn't expect however. He knew she would tire herself out eventually, Run until she couldn't and fall down onto the ground. He knew it would happen, And he couldn't help but feel a sense of catharsis out of it.

He stalked up towards her, All until he was staring down at her defeated form in front of him. Kneeling down with her neck exposed, Easily cut and easy to wring at any given moment.

In any other scenario this would of been a sort of guilty pleasure, The way life was held within his hands felt so electrifying. He never took time on making people grovel before him, He never saw the need to.

He was after strength, To stay eternally strong forever. Not to make insignificant and weak human beings bow down to him.

But he couldn't deny the way he dictated human life with the edge of his blade felt great. And it tasted even better once he bit into their throats, Tearing out their jugular giving them no time to scream as the sweet nectar of their blood hit his tongue.

It was empowering. But, It was different in this scenario.

He didn't feel any sense of power over the girl in front of him, Not the way he usually would anyways. As he looked over her broken form the only thing that he felt was.. Pity.

"Are you done now..? Have you tired yourself out..?" Kokushibo asked in that usual monotone voice. He sounded as if he didn't care, As if his sister lying stray on the dock meant absolutely nothing to him. But he knew that wasn't the case.

[F/N] didn't answer, It seemed as if she had fainted.

Again, It was predictable. She had just woken up after sustaining injury and had used all her energy to try and run away, Only to collapse right back at the place she had tried to escape from.

Kokushibo gritted his teeth slightly. This wasn't how he thought this was going to go.

He assumed that she remembered him. Throughout the time he had taken her, Cared for her wound and nursed her back to health he had heard murmurs from within her sleep. Places, Memories and names only she should of known was what she mumbled in her unconscious state.

He assumed that as soon as she had awoken she would remember him, Feel just as elated as he was at their reunion.

But now he knew that wasn't the case, And if he was being honest? It made him angry.

Kokushibo kneeled down. Reaching his arms out he scooped up her limp body into his arms to settle her within them.

He got up and examined her face, Her eyes and her hair. Every angle and dimension of her face he surveyed left and right. This was her, Everything just lined up too perfectly not to be.

Same name, Same face and Haori. Not to mention that she spoke his name once.

Kokushibo held onto her tighter as he started to walk away with her in his arms. He moved up the stairway careful not to drop her. He moved quickly yet steadily towards the entrance of the shrine.

Entering the building and shutting the door behind him with his foot and made his way up to the second floor where her bedroom was located.

Once he got there he slid open the shoji door, Letting the aquamarine flood the shadows of her room as he walked towards her futon.

Setting her down onto the mattress and tucking her in the duvet with the utmost care, He looked at her once more.

Kokushibo was angry. He truly was livid. The mere fact that she didn't even remember him angered him, Even more so once she called him a monster. He loathed the way he felt his heart wretch in that moment.

Yet he couldn't bring himself to hate her. A part of him wanted to dispose of her, To get rid of her entirely. She was a weakness, Something Kokushibo just could not afford.

But the much larger, Louder part of him detested this with all he had. As the thought of killing her entered his mind he felt disgusted, Horrified at the mere imagining of her being harmed.

She was the only person who ever loved him more than Yorichii. The one person who saw him for himself instead of his brother, She admired him. She loved him. How could he bring himself to hurt her? Kokushibo took in a deep breath, The anger kept at bay as he smiled lightly at her unconscious state.

Even if she didn't remember him, That doesn't mean she won't in due time. The pieces of the puzzle were already there, They were just waiting to be solved is all. Even if she had some 'new life' or whatever may have happened to her. Maybe.. No.. It didn't matter, She was here. That's what mattered.

He breathed out once more. 'Her new life', It felt so wrong as he thought about it. Kokushibo found her as a Hashira of all things, One he had struck down as a man like a god to a heretic.

Gods, He had questions. He had so many questions.

How was she here back with him? How did she become an entirely different person while fighting him? Where did she learn or how would he get her to remember him? Hundreds of questions rushed through his head. Possibilities and chances.

He tucked a small strand of hair behind her ear. He had many questions, And he'll get answers eventually when she was awake.

His little sister was finally brought back to him. The one who died in his arms and the one he would never let go of again. She'll learn to accept her fate here, Understand she has nowhere to run. She'll understand her place was here with him, Her big brother.

He'd crush whatever rebellious phase she was going through, Whatever disobedient little chapter of life she was going through right now. Insulting him, Running away..

He breathed out, Trying to keep away the bloodlust at the thought of her escaping.

She was safe now, And that's all that matters.

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