This is a fanfic for the six eyed beauty, our sweet kokushibo. I’m just going to call him koku for short. Some of you might not think this canon, it’s just something cute I’ve been thinking about. Enjoy 🫶
- sorry my grammar isn’t too good at 12am 🤷♀️
You worked in a sword shop with an old couple, that you were very thankful for. They adopted you, saving you from some cult. They found you outside a village dusting leaves away. Mr. Tamaki was the villages trade partner. He felt bad for you, seeing a young child growing up into a monster village like that.
So, on one faithful day, while he was leaving the village he asked you if you wanted to come with him. For some reason, Mr. Tamaki resembled your late father. You said yes, with desperate tears falling from your eyes. You were very happy someone came to save you. You hoped in the back of his cart, he hid you with the hay he got from the village. You made your escape at the age of 4, having the Tamaki couple adopt you shortly.
As 19 years fly by, you still remain loyal to their side. Aiding the couple with chores and their shop. Today was the day you were tasked to do the night shift for slayers traveling. You mainly begged for the night shift because you wanted Mr. Tamaki sleeping before 9pm, since he was old.
You stood proud but bored at the front desk. Only 3 slayers came to have their blades sharpen and cleaned.
Then exactly at 12 am a strange tall man walked in. You couldn’t see his face, he wore a Sandagasa( a hat worn by swordsmen ). Also a mask, covering his face completely. As he placed his sword down on the desk a huge thud came from it. You kinda jumped from the unexpected thud.
“Hey, do you mind? You almost broke the desk, I might’ve put it on your tab if it cracked.” You said clearly annoyed. You thought it was too late in the night to be dealing with this. He didn’t even react or respond to your words. You rolled your eyes, “ok what do you need?” He still remained silent, then he moved to the waiting the bench.
“Well if I did something that might lead to your sword being fragile, don’t you get mad.” You said, even though you were spooked by his presence. You finally took a look at the sword and it seemed like it was a thousand years old.
The you remembered what Mr. Tamaki said, “you might be scared or at least a bit uncomfortable with our guest, but he wouldn’t hurt any of us. His sword looks very strange, you just have to clean it and he’ll be on his way. Are you still sure you want the night shift?” You kinda regret agreeing to the night shift. But you proceeded to inspect his nichirin with the scabbard still on. The sword seemed dangerous even with out the owner. You collected you thoughts and pulled on the handle to take the sword out. You couldn’t open, not to mention freakin heavy it was.
He looked up seeing you struggle trying to open it. “Are you going to help me…or you want to walk out without a clean sword.”
“Maybe if you weren’t so weak you’d have a slight chance of opening it.” He said normally but it felt like a bullet to the soul. Sweat started dripping down your face with your eyes tearing up. You had no idea what came over you, but definitely felt like running.
He stood up, and you looked up to see him gone. You had released a breathe of relief, still trying to calm yourself down. But you looked down at his sword still in your hand. Then you had a really bad feeling rush through your body. You looked up to see your face centimeters from his. You were trying to scream but your throat wouldn’t let you.
You fell to the floor, you started to crawl away, then you eventually got up and ran to your room. But on your way there you ran into a wall, you passed out with a red mark on your head.
Morning came and you woke up in your bed with a cold cloth on your head. You looked around seeing Mr and Mrs Tamaki on either side of you. “The costumer you ran from woke me up with your unconscious body. He gave you to me and said he’ll clean his own sword. ARE YOU OUT OF YOU MIND?!” He yelled, then his wife punched his head. “DONT YELL AT HER YOU HEARTLESS MULE 👹.” They went back and fourth until he surrendered with red bumps stick out of his head💀.
He turned back you “you have to return his kindness with your service. Your lucky he didn’t just leave you there, it’s odd seeing him acting that kind. Oh and you better apologize I won’t run out of business because of you.”
You really wish you could go back in time to stop yourself from begging for the night shift. You were pleading him to just let you do chores but he didn’t go back on his words.
Night came quickly, you were shaking. Everytime the door opened you jumped hopping it wasn’t him.
The 12 am was shown on the clock, you kinda panicked a bit.
The door opened and he approached the desk but this time he drew his blade. You backed up thinking he was going to kill you for being rude last night. But he placed the sword on the table and sat down on the waiting bench. You tried to get back into character and continue your job. You looked at the sword with a freaked out expression. Mr. Tamaki said the sword was very strange but it was hella bizarre. A sword with eyeballs, freakin eyeballs.
You swallowed heavily as you cleaned around the eyes on the sword. He looked up at you and walked towards you. Your eyes darted on his approaching figure. “Clean the eyes.” You sprayed the eyes and you cleaned them. You felt like puking as you felt the texture of the them.
When you were finally done he took the sword and head toward the door. “Wait… um thank you, I’m sorry for my rudeness from last night.” You said bowing down. He waited for you to stop speaking then he left with say anything back. He left you bowing there for sometime because you didn’t realize he left. “That jerk, I can’t believe I apologized, oh whatever.”
After this night shift you weren’t as scared, you too actually had short conversations. You found out Mr Tamaki use to be a slayer but he retired in his early 20s. So you thought he also was a slayer with Mr. Tamaki. Which that wasn’t the case.
A few months pass by, you get more and more use to your job. You’ve dealt with nice and polite slayers and the not so nice ones. But tonight would be your roughest night to come.
As you were closing up at 5am, a slayer stops by. He definitely didn’t look normal, he had so much jewelry on. He made other slayer uniforms look so plain. “Hey sweetheart, the usual.” He turns to take a seat. “I’m sorry you probably are use to seeing Mr. Tamaki. So what do you usually get?”
“Are you kidding me, I’m a special costumer. That old man must have me written some where on some special order list.” He said as he stood up and walked towards you angrily. “I’m sorry we don’t have a special order list. Can you tell what your special order is sir.” You said clearly ticked off with a forced smile.
“Polish and sharpen my sword!” “Ok I’ll be done in 5 minutes.” You definitely wanted to go off but it was already pass time to close, so you hurried.
“Alright I’m all done.” You waited for him to pay his due, but he grabbed his sword and walked out. “Are you serious!” You say going after him. “Your service was awful, you better be glad I didn’t take your life. Isn’t that enough.” He said as he continued to walk. “Your such an idiot, your not allowed back in this shop. Good luck finding another one.” You stopped following him, you realized you were a little too far from the shop. It was dangerous for a someone to be out here in the dark.
You turned around to walk back to the store but his figure suddenly appeared in front of you. “You really have the nerve talking to me like that. Considering you are just some girl alone in the dark with me.” He drew his sword and swung in your direction. You dodge by a hair, “are you insane! Your a slayer how dare you try to kill a human, for your selfish reasons!” Even though you were this close 🤏 to wetting you pants you still had words to shout.
“Be loud all you want, the nearest village is 10 miles away.” He put his sword back in the scabbard, and grabbed a fist full of your hair. His other hand swinging to punch your face.
But you felt him let go of you hair. You looked up to see the mysterious man who came every night at a precise time. “You have a brave voice, I wasn’t to far away. Your lucky I have such a good ear.” He held the slayer by the head raising him to his height. You crawled away catching your breath.
He then threw the slayers body causing him to break his legs. “Even though I’m no slayer, I won’t kill a human for such a petty reason. No matter who you are the people who help you should always be respected.” He lectures him while getting closer to the slayer who’s crawling desperately trying to escape. “I won’t use my blade on you, you don’t deserve to see it.” He steps on him, causing his neck to break.
He stands there for a moment before turning towards you. You look at the dead body still shocked, how much force did he apply? In such little effort. “What are y-you…” He finally starts moving towards you, “…stay back.” He kneels down fixing your kimono top. You were revealing your collar bone.
You flinched at his hand touching you bare skin. His fingers were ice cold, since he wasn’t human he definitely had to be a demon. But how can a demon be so nice like him?
He helped you stand up, “you don’t always have to be so scared of me. It’s rude in my eyes.” You bowed, “thank you so much again” you said out of fear but respect. You looked up and he was gone. Mr. and Mrs. Tamaki came running and yelling out of their home, with his wife holding a broom 🗿 and him with a sword.
“Don’t worry we’re coming!!” He said, “don’t lay a claw on my baby!!” She said. You could only laugh at them, your body was still shaken from the scene but relieved.
In the morning, Mr. Tamaki was trying to finds ways to fire you from the night shift. While his wife would bash him for giving you shift in the first place. You still wanted to do the night shift, you wanted to see him. You wanted to know his name, yet your still a bit scared of him.
-yeah Ik I made koku a teacher…I’m sorry I just have a feeling he would lecture people 🗿
-I really like zenitsu grandpa as a father figure so just Mr. Tamaki as him