#ds x reader

It takes a lot for Giyu Tomioka to get angry. It takes even more so to make him do something about it. Giyu internalizes a lot of things. Mainly his feelings for you. Those are shoved deep within the parts of him that can never bubble up onto the surface. And it’s damn frustrating. It’s even more frustrating that you're the complete opposite to him. Where he’s quiet and reserved, you are jubilant and attentive. You love to talk to people, to get to know someone and listen to their story. You like making friends and forming connections. You like being a hashira and having dinner with the rest of the hashira’s. You like being in the light. Giyu likes being in the dark. So why the hell do you affect him so damn much. Why the hell can’t he stop thinking about you. Why the hell does he crave that attentiveness and feel the twistedness of jealousy every time you smile that bright smile of yours at someone that isn’t him. It was quite simple. Something Giyu didn’t want to admit until it was forced to light. Because you kept handing out your time and smiles and conversation to people unworthy of it. 

So as Giyu sat at his booth in the corner, listening to you charm the entire restaurant he was almost content with letting those feelings stay dormant. He felt like telling you these feelings would drag you out of the light into the depths with him. Who would want someone so gloomy dragging you down? He reached for his drink. These feelings, like nettles in his chest.

“Then what did you do?” An interested voice asked, leaning close to you. Giyu watched you smirk, you loved a story. 

“The demon was crying out for its mother by the time I was through with it.” You sibilated and the crowd erupted in laughter and cheers. The interested voice leaned in and Giyu finally saw the face. It was a man, eyes lustful and moony. Giyu had seen you deal with quite a few people. Angry and sad and happy and interested. But never interested in the way this man was interested. The man’s hand slid along the back of your chair as his front barely pressed against you. 

“Another round for the beautiful hashira.” The man beamed. Giyu stared for a moment, his heart bursting like pricks from a thorn bush. You happily accepted the drink and even turned towards the man, offering up to cheers with him. The man clinked his glass against yours and Giyu watched you both take drinks, eyes linked with one another's. The man placed his drink on the bar and leaned towards you, lips mere inches from your ear as he whispered something. You laughed and pulled back. Giyu couldn’t hear what you said but then you stood from your seat and followed the man out of the bar. Giyu felt his whole body tense when the door felt closed and that calming and bright presence you usually brought to every place ceased to exist. He should stay seated. He was wanting his feelings to die off and if he followed you right now he’d only make things worse for himself. He wanted you to be happy. You needed someone that could match your light. But was that some slimy guy from some seedy bar? Giyu was out the door in seconds, the cold air stinging his cheeks as the door slammed behind him. 

“Mmm… right there.” He heard your voice off to the right and turned sharply towards it. “A bit higher.” Giyu rushed towards the side of the bar and rounded the corner. “Hold tight.” 

“Y/n!” He called out and stopped dead in his tracks when he finally found you. You turned, the dim light of the lamp post illuminating the scene. The man was holding your sword, you were just behind him, adjusting his position. 

“Tomioka? Everything alright?” You asked innocently. Giyu scowled as the man straightened, a smirk on his face. Giyu barely nodded his head. “You sure?”

“Head back inside.” Giyu’s eyes locked on the man, his voice even and eyes sharp. The man swallowed, handing back your sword.

“It’s fine. He was just curious about sword technique.”

“I’m sure he was.” Giyu didn’t take his eyes off the man until he was scurrying out of his eyeline. You slide your sword back into the hilt and step closer to Giyu.

“Did we get a mission?” You asked, eyes searching his face. His eyes met yours. 

“Did something happen? Between you two?” 

“Between who?” You asked, obviously not understanding his meaning. Giyu stepped closer. 

“You and that man.”

“Hm? No.” You shook your head, smiling amused. “Are you sure everythings alright?”

“No. Nothings alright. Do you know how dangerous it is to leave with some stranger in the middle of the night?” Giyu asked, taking another step closer. You didn’t shy away because arguing with Giyu was something you enjoyed because you knew the moment you finally pushed him over the edge he might just reveal what was deep within. Something you were craving just as much as him. 

“I was just having a bit of fun. No harm done.” You baited and smirked. Giyu’s eyes sharpened. 

“He could’ve tried something with you.”

“No harm in trying.” You shrugged and walked [ast him. Giyu’s hand shot out. 

“Are you… trying to make me mad?” He asked, eyes locked on yours. Yes. Yes you were. 

“Like I said. No harm in trying.” You gave him a smile. Come on, Giyu… His fingers tightened around your wrist for a couple seconds before he loosened enough for your arm to fall out of his grip. You knew what he’d say next. That he was heading in for the night. You had told yourself before tonight that this was the last night you’d try for his affections. There’s only so much you could do. It’s not something you could force. It was quiet. You cleared your throat. “Goodnight then, Giyu.” More like goodbye. You brushed past him, a step away from the corner when his cold hand grabbed you again. Hope sparked in your chest.

“Don’t go back.”

“Where do you want me then?” You asked and that hope tightened in your chest.

“Nowhere near that idiot.” He said and you wondered if that’s all he’d do. Just hold your wrist and hope you'll get it. You got it just fine, you just wanted him to show some initiative. 

“He seemed fine enough.” You said and Giyu shook his head quite resolutely. “He was interested in me, in learning how to hold a sword, he was-“ Giyu pulled your wrist and you along with it, his free hand sliding against your face, silencing your words by pressing his lips to yours. 

“Enough.” He mumbled against your lips. “I get it.”

~

“You want some?” You offered, you were covered in baking powder, a bit on your nose and cheeks and all over the front of your smock. Obanai sat across the kitchen near the window, pouting as he usually did. You were cooking for the trainees on this rainy day and one particular trainee had followed you into the kitchen under the guise of learning how to cook a scone. On days where you spent most of your time baking Obanai would sit at the table just to be close to you but not up in your space. This trainee was up in your space. 

“Yeah!” He answered as you spooned some of the filling off the plate and held out the spoon. Obanai had been watching pretty closely this entire time. Those sharp snake eyes making sure no funny business would happen. And that’s when it happened. Instead of taking the spoon and feeding himself, the trainee leaned towards you and let you feed him. 

Obanai slammed his book shut. You didn’t jump but the trainee did. He jumped so far back his back slammed into the kitchen island. 

“You want some too?” You asked innocently towards your fuming partner. Obanai pushed off the table and nodded his head as he forced his way past the trainee, holding back the temptation of choking him out. He watched as your eyebrows raised in surprise, it was clear you didn’t expect him to take you up on it because time and time again he’d just sit across the room from you and not say much of anything. He paused just before getting to you and turned back to glare at the trainee. 

“Make yourself sparse.” He demanded with a calm fury. The trainee tripped over himself to get out of the kitchen. You laughed slightly, watching him go. 

“He’s a nice kid, Iguro.” 

“He’s not a kid.” Obanai rebounded as he watched you grab a different spoon and scoop some filling out for him to try. You give him the option of taking the spoon but he reaches up, gently pulling off the wrapping around his mouth. Your breath hitches as his eyes never leave yours. You're sure he’s looking for some kind of disgust, some kind of uncomfortableness but you show none of it as you guide the spoon to his mouth. The kitchen grows three sizes smaller as his hand reaches up and grasps your wrist, spoon a few inches from his mouth. You swallow as he steps into your space. “I'll have some later.” He says and leans to press a kiss to your lips. You're just about too stunned to do anything when he pulls away, guides your hand back towards his mouth and tastes the filling on the spoon. “Good. Sweet.” He notes and you stare unblinking, lips parted as he fastens his mouth coverings back on. “Next time no trainees in the kitchen with you.” He says and meets your eyes. You blink finally, clearing your throat. 

“Uh huh, sure thing.”

~

“You need help with that?” A trainee asked to your right, you turned and smiled, nodding your head as you handed off some of the practice swords. He fell in step with you as you waved down Mitsuri who had been finishing up her last session for the night. She waved back, eyes darting to the man beside you before an unsure smile fit to her lips. “Miss?” The trainee asked as you turned back towards him. 

“Yes?” You asked. 

“You’re a hard worker.” He smiles and you purse your lips, smiling gratefully. 

“That’s kind of you to say.” 

“A lot of the other Hashira are scary but not you. You have really given me hope to keep going.” He says and the smile on your lips gets bigger. 

“So you’re feeling better about the training?” You ask as the training behind you two ends, the trainees all walking out of Mitsuri’s lesson groaning from exertion. 

“A lot better.” He affirms and you reach out, gently squeezing his arm. 

“I’m happy to hear that.”

“Miss… I have to ask…” 

“What’re you happy to hear?” Mitsuri chirps from a few steps behind. You turn, half smiling at her.

“Kanroji, I was just talking with,” You turn but the place where the trainee was just standing was completely vacant. You blinked a few times, looking all around the training yard until you spotted him running full force away. “Hmm. He’s actually gotten faster.” You laugh, turning back to Mitsuri. She gives you an almost tense smile. 

“Can I carry those for you?” She asks and before you can answer she’s gently grabbing the few practice swords out of your hands. 

“Oh… thanks.”

“I’ll help you clean up.” She smiles brightly, heading towards the field. 

“Kanroji, aren’t you tired? I don’t wanna trouble you-”

“It’s no trouble.” She calls over her shoulder as you jog to catch up with her. 

“You sure?” You ask as you fall instep with her. She nods her head resolutely. There wasn’t much to clean up, just a few broken practice swords. 

“Hungry?” Mitsuri asks as the sun sets in the distance. You straighten up, stretching a bit.

“Starving. But I’m cooking this time.” You say as Mitsuri shakes her head slightly.

“I like cooking for you.”

“I’m sure you do. But I’ve had an easy day and you haven’t.” You say, taking off and jogging towards the main house. Mitsuri calls after you, laughing as you beat her inside. She follows you into the kitchen. “Miss Kanroji, take a seat already.” You laugh over your shoulder as Mitsuri scoffs.

“Let’s cook together.”

“You’re relentless.” You laugh as Mitsuri just gives you a smile. You work together on dinner for a bit, you chop up vegetables and Mitsuri frying them up. You set up the table as Mitsuri prepares the tea. 

“No sake?”

“I have an early morning. Would you like some?”

“Mhm.” You shake your head, you weren’t going to drink alone. Mitsuri sat beside you at the table as you two tore into your food. One thing you had in common was your appetites. 

“Y/n?” Mitsuri asked in between bites.

“Hm?” You hummed, taking a sip of your tea.

“That trainee you were talking to… Is he always quite friendly?” Mitsuri asks. You hike up a brow and meet her eyes. You thought about it for a moment. 

“He… I guess so?” You say, unsure of what she meant. 

“He helps you clean up a lot?”

“Yes… yeah he sticks around after training.” You answer nonchalantly, grabbing at your chopsticks. “I’m quite proud of him. He’s come a long way.” You say, smiling a bit. When Mitsuri doesn’t say anything you look over at her. With her chopsticks she’s poking around at her food. You immediately know something is wrong. “What is it? Did I use too much seasoning?” You ask as she immediately perks up just to shake her head. 

“No no… darling it’s perfect.” She answers and you both have your own similar reactions to the nickname. Furious blushes. Mitsuri clears her throat. “I meant…” She staggers off, not finding the right words. You decide to show her some mercy.

“What is it then? You don’t play around with food. Is that trainee bugging you?”

“Bugging me?” She echoes, shaking her head but something was bugging her. You set down your own chopsticks and turn fully towards her. 

“What’s on your mind?”

“You. You mostly.” She relents. You suck in a breath. 

“Me?”

“Yes you!” She affirms, blushing red like a sunburn.

“In what way..?” You ask and Mitsuri pouts. 

“In a lot of ways!” She blushes even more, covering her face with her hands. You find yourself blushing too, noticing now that your knees were barely touching under the table. You blushed again at that too. Mitsuri huffed into her hands. “I don’t like being… I don’t like that he…” She can’t seem to finish her thoughts, her voice muffled into her hands. You reach over, pulling her hands away from her face. You were going to say something but the moment your eyes met your mind went blank for a second. “I… I’m jealous.” She admits. You exhaled a breath held in your chest. 

“That… that’s okay.” You say, swallowing, you were still holding her by her wrists. “But… you have nothing to… to be jealous about.” You say. 

“I don’t?” She asks and you shake your head, letting her go. Because did you eat dinner with that trainee every night? No. Did you look forward to talking and laughing and spending time with that trainee? No. This was all something reserved for Mitsuri. And friendship didn’t even come close to covering what was brewing between you and the love hashira. 

“Absolutely not.” You affirmed and hand sliding just under her jaw. Her eyes got wide a bit and for a second you have this crippling fear that you misread the moment but then her face lights up and her lips curl into a soft smile. She doesn’t wait for you to make the first move, she makes it herself. She reaches across the table and tugs you to her lips. Warm and waiting.

~

“Here you are, Miss.” the bartender greets, placing your drink in front of you. You give him a tired smile and take it. “It’s on us.” 

“I have money.” You say and the man shakes his head. 

“No good here. You and that man saved our town. We’re grateful.” The man smiles as you give a half hearted smile. You were exhausted, you and Tengen had just fought a couple tough demons and you were surprised you could even sit up in this chair right now. Tengen was outside, basking in the glory of the townspeople fawning over him but you weren’t one for the spotlight so you slinked into the closest bar and hid out the best you could. The bartender stayed close, cleaning off the bar and shooting looks at you. “Did you… have you worked as a slayer for long?” He asked nervously. You took a long sip and smiled. 

“I’m a Hashira, which means I’m more important and always exhausted.” 

“A Hashira, huh?” The man curiously asks. You nod your head. “That must mean you’re mighty strong?” You can hear the smirk in the man’s voice, you look up, expecting mockery but he doesn’t look amused, he looks impressed. 

“I’m strong enough.” You answer wearily and he smiles, eyes trailing across your body before nodding his head, as if to affirm to himself you looked strong. You blow out a laugh and take another drink. 

“I own this bar, and the restaurant across the street.”

“Ah?”

“Can I treat you to dinner?” The man asks, you meet his eyes and there’s no doubt in your mind he’s flirting. You wonder how long it’ll last before…

“Can you treat us both! I’m starving.” Tengen slides into the seat next to you, the smile in his face practically glowing from the crowd of praise he’d been receiving outside. The bartender seizes up a bit and clears his throat. 

“O-of course, sir. Anything for the saviors of our town.” He says quickly and Tengen’s smile grows. He gently nudges your arm. 

“How hospitable.” You ignore him. 

“Can I have another?” You ask, pulling out some money but the bartender shakes his head and pours you another without taking your money. He also pours one for Tengen.

“Get to know my partner any better?” Tengen asks the bartender who blushes instantly. 

“Uh— we were just—.”

“She’s a locked door this one.” Tengen smirks, looking over at you. You look at your drink. “I don’t fault you for trying.”

“Trying?” The bartender echoes. 

“To ask her out. She’s something, I get it.” Tengen says unabashedly. You huff, glaring over at him as the bartender fumbles over his words. 

“Leave him be.” You say and Tengen relishes in your attention.

“You like him?” He asks with a smirk. You down the rest of your drink, tossing money on the bar before hopping out of your seat and heading towards the exit. You shoulder out of the door as the cold hits your cheeks. You walk in the direction of the inn you and Tengen were staying at for the night knowing you had about five seconds alone before he was at your side again. “He’s not your type is he?” He asks and you’re so used to him popping up beside you that it doesn’t even faze you much anymore. 

“None of your business.”

“He can’t be.” Tengen says to himself, he drapes his jacket over your shoulders. You don’t fight it, just pull it close. “I think you like someone taller than that.” 

“I don’t wanna talk about this.” You say but he’s not listening. 

“Or does height not bother you? You don’t seem very picky.” He looks down at you, smirks when he sees he’s gotten under your skin. So you decide if he’s going to pester you you could dish it right back. 

“I don’t care about height.” You say as he towers over you. “He did have nice eyes.” You say and watch in real time Tengen’s face drops. He was wanting to annoy you but you had turned it around on him and he wasn’t expecting that. “And good hair. And a hard worker.”

“He seemed meek.”

“I don’t mind.” You shrug. “I’m not the talkative kind myself.”

“You need someone that challenges you. Ever heard of opposites attract?”

“Hmm.” You hum and shrug your shoulders. “He gave me free drinks. And offered dinner.” 

“I offer you dinner all the time.” Tengen argues and you have to hold back the laugh as you stop walking. 

“I should go take him up on his offer.” You turn back towards the bar when suddenly Tengen catches your arm. You pause, looking back at him. 

“You’re joking.”

“I could settle down here. It’s quiet and-“ Tengen pushes you back against the concrete wall, hand behind your head so you don’t bump it. “I’m joking, Ten-“ he smashes his lips against yours, your eyes widened in disbelief. But the kiss is warm and consuming and all jokes and frustrations were forgotten.

“Done joking?” He asked against your mouth. You cleared your throat, cheeks red. 

“Uh huh.”

~

You sat back in your train seat, arms crossed. Rengoku sat across from you, tearing through his second bento box. You watched him, took a sip of your drink, then sat back again. He didn’t look up for quite a bit. 

“Do you want some?” He asked and you just shook your head. You had absolutely no appetite after your disastrous first mission with this eccentric Hashira. Your arm was in a cast, bandages on your cheek and stomach from being tossed about by a demon. You were almost food to be digested if Rengoku hadn’t swooped in to save you. “You should eat.” He pushed a box across the train table. You stared at it for a long moment so he reached over and opened it for you. Your stomach turned and you made a face. 

“I’m not hungry.”

“Sure you are. You worked hard today.” He says and you look up at him, he’s all but beaming at you. You pout slightly. 

“I almost died… like ten times.” 

“But you didn’t.” He counters, smiling. You furrow your brows as he motions to your food. “You’ll feel better.” Reluctantly you reach out and pick at your food, eating just a bit to appease him. But once you started to get a bit more in your stomach you did feel better and you ended up eating the whole box. He slides another across the table and you don’t fight him on it this time. He watches you eat with a curious expression on his face. You look up at him.

“What’s that look for?”

“Nothing.” He says, a fondness in his eyes as you shrug and continue eating.

“I guess I should thank you.” You say. 

“I’ll share my food with you anytime.”

“I meant saving me from the demon. I was useless out there.”

“You most certainly were not.” He says matter of factly and waits until you're looking at him to continue. “Most slayers don’t make it past their first missions. Not to mention you held it off successfully until back up arrived.”

“But I had to be saved.”

“You’re too hard on yourself.” He admonished you and you feel slightly embarrassed. You look down at your food. He was right. It was your very first mission and you were alive, eating food on the train back to the butterfly mansion. You were alive. That’s what mattered. When the train docked you and Rengoku stood as a man bumped into you. Rengoku’s hand slid around your back as you stumbled back into his arms. He steadied you. 

“Oh… I’m very sorry Miss.” The man who bumped into you apologized, he’d lost his briefcase to the ground and had bent to retrieve it. When he stood back up his eyes met yours. 

“It’s alright.” You gave a polite smile as patrons walked around you towards the exit. 

“Oh… my you-- your that pretty slayer from the town over right?” He asked as you blushed deeply. You blinked, motioning to yourself.

“Me?” You asked as the man smiled brightly. 

“It is you. I wouldn’t forget a face like that.” He smirks as you bite your lip to keep from smiling in embarrassment. “Can I help you with your bags?” He asks, you part your lips to answer but Rengoku beats you to the punch. 

“She’s alright, I’ve got them for her, young man.” Rengoku says, stepping between you and the man, yours and his bags in one hand, his other hand gently guiding you towards the exit, hand softly on the small of your back. Once on the train platform the man clears his throat.

“Can I buy you dinner, Miss? As a thanks?”

“I just ate.” You answer and notice Rengoku’s hand still around you. You blush even deeper.

“Breakfast?” The man tries.

“I appreciate the offer but we’re catching the next train.” You say. The man sighs, running a hand through his hair. His eyes dance along your body and you consciously step closer to Rengoku.  

“Well… how about a tour of town?”

“How about you get going?” Rengoku answers for you, his face still cordial, though the tone of his voice was definitely stern, something you hadn’t seen unless he was fighting demons. The man looks Rengoku over and you wonder for a moment if he’ll try something, it was almost laughable. But he relents, giving a halfhearted wave before disappearing into the crowd. 

“He was persistent.” You huff as Rengoku looks you over. 

“You alright?” He asks as you nod your head, giving him a soft smile. 

“Thanks for the save… again.” You blush and he reaches for you, ruffling your hair a bit. “I can carry at least one back, Rengoku.” Rengoku simply shakes his head as he leads you towards the next train. 

~

Sanemi had been seething the moment you smiled. He leaned against the wooden fence, watching over your training session as you helped teach some of the newer slayers. When it comes to flirting and attraction most of it goes straight over your head. It was like your mind only had so much room and most of it was demon knowledge and the occasional sweet. Alot of slayers liked your training sessions and Sanemi was noticing more guys than girls. He noticed they were staying longer after the sessions and he definitely noticed the flirting. But you sure as hell didn’t. Nor did you care as you beat each of them with ease with your wooden practice swords. 

“Are you guys retaining anything?” You call out, taking one of the guys to the ground, pressing the dull end of the blade to his throat. He smiled up at you, almost lovingly and Sanemi almost vaulted over the fence and killed him himself. You helped the boy up and sent him back with the others as you had the next one step up. Slayer after slayer was easily dispersed by you. That was the small retribution Sanemi felt, seeing you dish out punishment. You dismissed them a while later and started cleaning up. Sanemi waited for you near the gate and listened as the group of boys walked by. 

“I think tomorrow I’ll ask, you think she’ll say yes?” One boy asked as the others gasped and laughed. 

“Absolutely not! Miss Y/N is way out of your league!”

“I could make her happy!”

“Could not!” The boy laughed as Sanemi felt his blood cool. 

“You’d have a better chance with a demon.” 

“I’m gonna ask her to dinner tomorrow.”

“You wanna keep your neck intact, I'd keep your questions to yourself.” Sanemi growled. The group of boys hadn’t noticed him and when they did they all went paper white.

“Oh-- w- we were just messing around, Mr. Shinazugawa.” 

“Just like you’ve been wasting her time during training sessions?” Sanemi asks and the fear on the boy's face was sweet justice. But Sanemi wasn’t done. “She’s busted her ass trying to keep you all from being eaten by demons but you're talking about pathetic crushes?”

“We-- we’re sorry sir.”

“Not good enough.” Sanemi crosses his arms. “I’ll be watching tomorrow and If I don’t see visible proof that you all are taking it seriously you’ll be going against me. And I won’t use some pathetic practice sword.” The boys run off to train as you jog over. 

“Everything okay?” You ask as Sanemi turns, nodding his head. 

“You're too easy on them.” He says as you give him a soft glare. 

“You’re too hard on them.” You say and Sanemi reaches for your hand, tugging you towards the main house. 

“You should hear the things they say about you.” 

“What do they say?” You ask as Sanemi shakes his head. 

“Let’s just say it’s a test of patience for me.” He says as you laugh slightly. 

“You’re just easily jealous.”

“Yeah. And?” Sanemi asks as he ushers you inside, something he’d been wanting to do all day. Inside, with no one around, no peering eyes, just him and you.

“They’re good boys.” You say as he makes a face at you before pulling you against him. 

“They're not.” He argues, hand on your cheek as he kisses you, pressing you into the wall. “Stop being so nice.”

“I’m-- not.” You argue back against his lips. 

“Are to.”

“Quit arguing with me while kissing.” You groan and he deepens the kiss, hands possessive.

~

Relaxing after a mission was something very sacred to you. In fact it might have been the sole reason that got you through each mission. Halfway through slicing a demon's head off you were already thinking about hot springs and all you could eat and warm blankets. This time was going to be even better because your sword, which you had broken on multiple occasions, was completely intact, which meant you didn’t have to visit your terrifying swordsmith, Haganezuka, at the beginning of your rest and relaxation trip. The few times you visited him you felt more likely you’d die by his hands than a damn demon. So this time as you were escorted to the village you were on cloud nine. You lounged in the hot spring, breathing in the night. You ate your fill at the village diner and drank yourself drunk at the tavern. One of the swordsmiths walked you back to the inn and offered to meet you for breakfast which you heartily accepted. The next morning you were ready to do it all over again as you headed to the diner. 

“Y/n?” A voice asked as you walked down the stony path. You turned, smiling.

“Good morning, Kanamori!” You greeted cheerfully as Kanamori cleared his throat. 

“Morning…Did… Did you just get here?”

“I got here yesterday morning.” You said as the man fell in step with you.

“And… you visited Mr. Haganezuka?” He asked as you smiled brightly. 

“Nope! No need. My sword is great. I’m actually on my way to have breakfast with one of the villagers, can’t recall his name but he had a sort of spooky looking mask.” You explained as Kanamori stopped walking. You stopped a second later and glanced back at him. “Everything alright?”

“That’s Mr. Haganezuka’s competition.” Kanamori explained as you nodded slowly. 

“Ah, really? Some drama there?”

“You could say.” Kanamori says as you smile slightly.

‘Well, fill me in while we walk.” You say beginning to walk again. Kanamori picks up his pace to walk in step with you. 

“You… Miss Y/N, you don’t understand. Mr. Haganezuka is… hm. Trying to think of the correct word... He’s… protective over his clients. Mainly the ones he… is… fond of?” You continue walking, the diner coming into view. 

“Fond?” You echo. “Are we talking about the same swordsmith?”

“Yes, of course!”

“Mr. Haganezuka is not fond of me. I can assure you that.” You laugh heartily, waving him off.

“Miss, I can assure that he is. I’ve known him for years.” Kanamori stresses. You reach for the door but he steps in your way. 

“I am hungry, Kanamori.”

“Miss Y/n, dining with his competition is… He… he will be very…”

“Why don’t you join us? It’s not a date or something, just breakfast.” You say as Kanamori shakes his head so hard his mask almost topples off.

“Like I said… he’s fond of you and I’m not-” You reach out, grabbing Kanamori by the shoulder and guiding him out of your way. 

“You are overthinking, alright?” You step inside the diner and glance around, the man who invited you wasn’t here yet so you took your seat and ordered some hot tea. You sipped on it, watching the trees sway outside of the window when suddenly someone sat in the seat across from you. You turned and met the mask you had been dreading to see. You sucked in a breath as Mr. Haganezuka stared across at you. “Mr. Haganezuka… good morning.” You blushed, clearing your throat.

“Good morning.” He answers tightly, ordering himself a tea. You trace the top of your glass anxiously.

“Beautiful day out today, hm?”

“Hm. Quite beautiful.” He agrees but his eyes stay firmly planted on you. 

“My swords fine.” You say but it comes out in a rush. 

“That’s good to hear.” He says as a tea is placed in front of him, he angles his mask up a bit and takes a sip. “And are you enjoying the village?”

“Uhm… yes. Yes sir.” You say, blushing slightly.

“Did some relaxing at the hot springs?” This small talk was killing you. You felt like any second he was going to explode. But you entertained it all the same.

“Yes. It was… rejuvenating.” You answer and he nods his head.

“Were you waiting on someone?” He asks and your heart skips a beat or two. 

“Hm? Waiting on-- no… no. Not waiting on anyone.” You say and wish you had heeded Kanamori’s warning. This man took his swordsmith position very seriously. It wasn’t like you were going to drop him for another swordsmith. It was kind of a long way to go to keep your business. Haganezuke nods his head. You two eat breakfast, a tense silence growing and once you were done Hanganezuka paid and when his back was turned you tried to make a break for the door when suddenly the man who walked you home came in and you ran smack into him. 

“Ah! Miss Y/n! Sorry I’m late for breakfast, I had a last minute client.” He greets as you look at him wide eyed. “What?” He asks then glances behind you. He goes white and you just know Haganezuke had to be erupting in flames by now. The competition hit the door in a sprint and you wish you could have laughed. You turn, a guilty grimace on your face. 

“That wasn’t-- I don’t-- I don’t know that freak.” You explained in a rush. 

“May I walk you back to your inn?” Hanganezuka asks as you nod your head in a rush. He opens the door for you and you fall in step with the taller man. In the distance you see a cloud of dust and the man you were supposed to meet halfway down the street.

“Mr. Haganezuka-”

“Hotaru.” He interrupts.

“Hm?”

“You can call me Hotaru.” He says as you nod your head quickly.

“Hotaru… You know… I value the swords you make me. No one caters to steel better than you.” You fumbled through your sentence blushing. “And--- I would… never as long as I live… settle for someone else’s sword making over yours.”

“Is that right?”

“That’s right.” You affirm. “Especially like… someone who’s your competition that I didn’t know was your competition.” You ramble, looking up at the tall man.

“Yeah?” He humors you. 

“Yeah!” You decide foolishly to continue. “That guys… a hack. So I've heard.”

“You hear a lot about him?” He asks and you swallow, preparing to lie. 

“A bit. All bad things of course, Mr. Haga- er uh- Hotaru.” You say, the morning sun is blocked by the shaded trees that line your path. You and Hotaru were alone on this path, and shaded from any and all prying eyes. 

“And you share those sentiments?” He asks, stopping, you almost bump into him. 

“Of course I do.” You say hurriedly. Hotaru nods his head slowly, you feel like you're walking on eggshells, hoping you don’t set him off.

“You sure?” 

“Yes!” You affirm and watch in real time as Hotaru blows out a breath almost like relief. You furrow your brows slightly. 

Your eyes monitored the corners of the slightly bustling street, where many people were still awake to enjoy the pleasures of the village. Lately, further north, there had been a large report of missing people, and demons were suspected behind it.

“Thank you so much!” you hand the bowl back to the cook, bowing down respectfully, “I loved the meal!”

The cook had a look of weared age in his eyes, with wrinkles adoring every feature on his face. He looked kind, taking the bowl with a smile,

“Thank you, business has been very tough lately…”

His gaze traveled to the embarrassing amount of ramen bowls, and you laugh nervously, scratching your jaw innocently,

“Well, I’m glad to be of service, but I have a question,” you lay out your payment as you continue, “What do you know about the northern plaza?”

He rubs his stubby chin, “Hm, I haven’t been there for a while…but I do hear that the people who travel there never come back.”

“Ah.”

“You don’t plan on heading there, do you?” he raised a brow, not bothering to take the shiny coins, “For a sweet lady like you, it’s basically like heading straight to a killing ground.”

You hold back your scoff, and then move your blue haori to the side, allowing your standard uniform to be revealed. The man takes one glance, and then smiles,

“Oh, my apologies then, I wish you luck— but really,” his voice shifts to a cooler tone, “It is a dangerous place for a lady like you.”

You nod, thanking him once more as you take your leave. Sure, it’d be very characteristic of you to ignore the warning— but you were confident. Arrogant even, but it was on a reasonable manner.

The ice and cold was your terrain after all.

Several hours later, you found yourself hiking up the tip of a lustrous mountain. The sky hung with an abnormal amount of clouds, creating a grey hue of the world below. Your crow was perched on your shoulder, silent as it monitored your surroundings.

You trusted that lil thing with all your life, yet right now it was difficult to believe its directions to the Lotus mansion.

“Perry, are you sure?” you sigh, grabbing a branch to prevent yourself from slipping down the wet meadows, “We have to be real focused in this mission—“

“Caw!”

“Yes I know you’re never wrong but sometimes you’re a little spec—AHHHL!”

Your foot slipped over a mushroom, causing you to tumble down your walked path painfully. Your hand saved you briefly from falling off the edge of the mountain by another stubborn rock. At this point, the nature would kill you before age.

The black crow fluttered its wings as it found a new perch on a high branch, and you notice its direction— seeing his beak swing low. You turn, grinning as you see a majestic creek lead to a temple not far off.

“Caw! Caw!”

You scoff, lifting yourself from your hang, “Yeah, yeah, I won’t doubt you again.”

The walk was a breeze after that, and the closer you reached the temple, the more detail you noticed about it. Several women grazed the fields outside, away from civilization as they plucked the bounty from the tall bushes. They were cheerful and giggling idly as they played around the structure.

The temple itself was…amusing. It was proud and tall with rich glory— made of ivory, wood, and exquisite gold. The demon must’ve made a good living here, but you repulsed when you imagined how he got it in the first place. Your gaze traveled to the ladies once more, stepping their way up over the water-borne temple, several water lilies floating around.

If you were going to go here undercover, you best look undercover. Readily prepared, you stripped yourself of your haori and slayer uniform, leaving yourself in white drawls. To play the act of a lost and abused woman, it was an easy feat. You squatted and touched the wet ground, rubbing some dirt on your face strategically and disheveling your hair with some fallen leaves. You turned to Perry and pointed at your uniform,

“Hide this somewhere near the temple, but nowhere near where the women can find it.”

The crow bounced from its ledge and landed on the tip of your katana, signaling the questioning appearance.

“Ah, I’ll hide that easily.”

To your advantage, your katana bent and folded like rubber— only hardened by your ice breathing to be a true deadly blade. You tucked the blade in your tall socks, making sure it wrapped around your leg so no seams would poke out oddly. Then, you turned your sights toward the giggling group of ladies.

Creeping forward at first, you began to speed up your pace, and let out a sob,

“Please! Please! I’m lost!”

Your cracked voice alerted the attention of a few women in the field, and it made them immediately draw to you. Frantic hands held your soiled face, cooing and shaking with you as they pestered you with concerned questions.

“Love! Are you all right?”

“Oh my! Who did this to you?”

“Poor thing!”

You played right with them, sobbing and covering your face with pretended shame. You made it look like you were going to fall apart any second, and it was convincing enough for them to push you gently inside the temple.

It was sort of difficult, however, to hide that “this was way too easy” smile, but you held it in just fine.

Your facade helped you learn a lot more things than you were told.

First of all, the rumors of a demon here correlated with the warnings of the women, who said that at night a demon would run around finding women to eat. However, they believed their god here saved them from that, and blessed them every night with his presence. They had described him as handsome and beautiful, insisting that there were no words to truly captivate his beauty.

Second of all, you found no actual trace of demons. Among the women, none of them stood out oddly, they were just…normal. They were a bundle of smiles, insisting that you see their god. Moreover, their “god” made you awfully quizzical about him. As far as you knew, the demon was one of the lower ranks— according to a messenger.

You gazed up at the intricate ceiling of the bathroom, seeing little angels decorate each corner. Yet, it didn’t seem like this was just some lower demon, there was more to it.

Shuffling footsteps are heard, and you instantly fall back into your facade— being sad and gloomy. One of the girls had grew a liking to you, something about you looking like a mother she had. Her eyes were bright and cheery, and her smile had no end to the cruelties of the world. Within her arms, she held a neat pile of white robes, resembling the ones the other women had.

“Here you go! I guessed your size, so I’m hoping it’d fit.” She sets them beside a clean corner of the tub, “My name is Mallory, but you can call me Mally!”

Mally watches you stare back at her blankly, and you’re finding the right words as you tilt your head,

“M…Mallory? Isn’t that a sad name?”

Her smile falter for just a second, which could’ve been easily disregarded by anyone else,

“Yep! But our lord helped me embrace my name and love it!” Her eyes get even wider, “Say, we should go see our Lord! He’s going to choose one of us to accompany him to the heavens!”

“Heavens?”

What sad lunacy...

But your rationale makes your push a little more,

“Is he special?”

“He’s from the heavens,” her shoulders relax as she sighs, “I really want to be chosen so I can join my mother, but no one knows how he chooses— it’s so random.”

You nod somewhat understandably, and she takes her time to explain more about the Lord or God— it’s difficult to say who is what to who. You had dried and dressed yourself in the robes, which fit you surprisingly snug around your hips, and somewhat resemble a thin kimono.

Barefoot was clearly a habit around here, but you saw no issue with the pristine wooden floors. It should be late by now, the sky fallen and night rising once more— and it shouldn’t take another day more to finish this mission.

You wandered quietly around the halls, discreet and attentive to where you stepped. Any small talk or whispered conversations were heard by you, but it was constantly the same thing about admiring their Lord. You hoped to at least pick up his name, or even where he came from, but it was largely difficult.

The moment you decided to relax your shoulders, a light chuckle was heard. You raised your gaze, your eyes flickering at the corners of the temple, but you didn’t spot its owner. Swallowing, you itched to grab your blade, and you’re glad you held it in the last minute.

Before you, a tall man appeared, and a golden fan was pressed temptingly on your throat. It’s like your instincts hit you in a dragged motion, because the moment you lift your head slightly, you’re eye to eye with a demon.

It was recognizably obvious. His sick rainbow eyes held Uppermoon 2 all across, and his smile was one of who consumed without pity. Sure, it was one thing to be told you’re going against some measly troublemaking demon— but to discover you’re going against one of the twelve kizuki?

“I must say, I’ve never seen you before,” he smiles, his fangs glinting, “New?”

Your face was frozen in shock, and it was hard to find the control in your body to move or reply back. It was like you were pressured down, unable to fend for yourself. You cursed your body to move, to draw your blade and kill this demon— even if it were the last thing you do.

Trembling, you reply in a meek voice,

“I-I came from town, I was lost and—“

“Oh! A lost soul?” One of his hands flew to his lips that curled downward, “You poor girl! Who would leave such beauty behind?”

Your finger twitched as you slowly began to feel your muscles untensing,

“Yes, but maybe being referred to as a beauty is a bit too much…” you glance at the fan, “Are you the Lord everyone loves here?”

The blade slightly lifts your chin as the demon leans forward, his eyes narrowing with his nose mere centimeters from yours. He didn’t have a breath, but you heard yours practically rattling your chest. Dusty blond hair fit his pale skin nicely, making you somewhat less prone to scratch up his face.

“Depends, who’s asking?” His hand was flat against the wall behind you, his knee practically between your thighs, “Hunter or Follower?”

Now your heart was stuck at your throat. You did nothing to reveal who you were— unless he somehow found your uniform, which had to be impossible.

Before you could muster out the obvious reply, he choked out a fit of laughter;

“Oh! You should see the look on your face!”

You glance back up to see him childishly laughing to himself, his fan flaunting his laughter amongst the walls. You gave a measly smile,

“Ah yes! How silly— I’m just a real,” you choked back the disgust, “A real passionate follower! W-well interested of course…”

You had to ignore his features in order to sound convincing, because any hint of disgust would instantly blow your cover away. Yet, he left you unanswered, and began to recede from your figure, eyeing you.

“You smell lovely little angel, where were you from again?”

He kept his fan lightly tapping his chin, his eyes feeling as if they’re stripping every layer of your body away.

“A burned village— I, uhm, don’t quite remember,” You pause, then press a finger to his chest innocently, “Say, you never told me your name, did you?”

“Oh, you’re so…sweet,” his fan presses down your hand, gently, “And but of course, you may call me Douma, or whatever your heart desires—“

You force a smile, but it doesn’t last very long.

“Which, also may be Monster, according to your uniform.”

“What?” You scoff, hearing your heartbeat pounding in your ears, “What uniform are you—“

You’re interrupted.

Your vision that is, with Mallory in the dark distance of the winding halls, holding a withered uniform in one hand.

You speak before you think,

“That’s not mine, Lord—“

Your voice is snatched like a baby with his sucker, and you hear a weak caw several feet to your side.

It seemed unreal, horrid even, how bad of a fucking mission you chose.

The woman who had carried you here in your facade earlier held Perry by its feet, with a small scabbard itching to hurt.

“You see, my sweet,” he enunciates this with a deep inhale of your temple, “Sweet, angel. My followers, they see such sad things and it really hurts to hear them…do you know why?”

To hell with it. If he knows, he knows.

You bare your teeth, your shoulder sinking slightly to reach what was buried in your sock.

“Because they know I’m gonna cut your fu—“

“Oh no, no, no,” he adds pressure to your neck, “You were just too pretty to be killed.”

You don’t remember when you blacked out.

But you didn’t die.

Not yet anyway.

work and rights belong to me, laurel.

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“Fuck,” you cried out. His tongue making contact with your clit. He sucked hungrily at it, a finger dipping into your heat.

An hour ago you had been trying to clean a ship that was spotless. Ryusui had noticed you had been pissy lately and finally asked you what was up. Your response? “there's not enough space, the ship keeps rocking, all the rooms are fucking spotless. There's too many people, the ocean smells like salt and the sun's too hot.” Ryusui thought for a second, were you serious? The sun was too hot and the sea smelt of salt?

It didn't click right away, but when it did he smirked, it wasn't about any of that. “Is that really what's bothering you?” You froze, looked down and pouted, face turning bright red. Your words were caught in your throat but you knew he wasn't going to leave. “i need to get laid,” you whispered. Ryusui smirked, “what was that?” You coughed before looking him in the eyes, “I need to get laid.”

In an instant he had you sprawled onto a table. Your cave woman dress unlaced and thrown somewhere else. Ryusui had his tongue down your throat in seconds. His lips were soft and silky, you moaned in the kiss. He gently nibbled your lips before releasing.

Gracefully he pulled you closer to the edge of the table. You felt his tongue lick up your sloppy folds. He made sure to look you in your eyes as he sucked your clit. You started panting, grabbing his golden locks for dear life. He moaned into your core, sending shock waves through you.

He dipped a finger in you, searching your folds. Your hand tightened around his hair when he found your gspot. Your hips grinded against him, both of you a moaning mess. You more so than him. He was eating you with hunger you never saw before. His finger circling your spot.