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𝙺𝚘𝚔𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚘 𝚡 𝙵𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

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Love the request and the idea anon! Tw: Blood mentions, choking (light), stalking

Your safe haven was a secluded farm, nestled cozily between the mountains.

Beside it were a village, which had long attracted some popularity because of a scandal of twins with one born with a hideous mark on his forehead, and the other becoming a demon.

However you had merely accepted that as a myth, a rumour and a fairy tale, not caring enough about the hushed whispers of the travelers that stopped by the tavern beside your farm, or about any mythical demonic creatures. You were sure they didn't exist.

Your farm was large enough to feed you, and to make ends meet. You worked efficiently there and your most prized possession was a scythe gifted by your late father.

Its blade and the way it shed everyweed in its path when you swung enthralled you. This caused you to often to practice fighting with it, often slicing up entire trees which made gathering wood a thousand times easier.

Walks late in your farm were common. You liked the moon, you liked the crisp air, the way the cicadas buzzed; and your farm needed someone to stay watch on incase of any threat , however since you did not have enough money to hire a watchman, you had to take on this task by yourself.

You poor thing not knowing you were being stalked.

Kokushibo had taken a special interest in you. He never knew what intrigued him so much about a mere farmer like you. Yet he always came back to you ,drawn as the waves are drawn to the moon.

Perhaps it was your talent in your skill in swinging the scythe, perhaps it was your willingness to learn and grow stronger, which reminded of him of those bittersweet times as Mitchikatsu.

Maybe it was the village he had grown up in, all of his remnants scattered around the edges of his memories, and he came back again and again to the village, every night, craving an invisible connection that he had broken.

He stayed restless, always lurking in the dark, until he spotted you, wondering what a human was doing such late at night. He was piqued, only for entertainment and simple, he amused himself at first, only watching you to satisfy his curiosity.

But over the time he somehow grew upon you, he could not help but smile when you did, your face lighting up like a gentle firefly. He could not help but crave the gentle way you caressed the plants and loved them dearly, to love him that way too.

He did not understand this. Did not understand his secretive relationship with you. If this was a relationship at all.

You were again taking a sweep around your farm. Looking out for any invaders or theives. Somehow you couldnt shake off the uncanny feeling of being watched for months now. However tonight it was more perceptible. There was a terrible gut feeling. Was it all a premonition? You looked around your farm. The wheat was still, however something was wrong. You realized it when all the cicadas were silent. Taking another look around, you shook your head. "Your just being paranoid. Its all clea"-THUD!

You fell to the ground hastily scrambling as your scythe sliced a demon apart. Its ugly torso was separated from it's legs however it regenerated.

Kokushibo merely watched. He will interven if necessary. He trusted you enough that you could handle yourself with one demon. (How odd I thought he trusted nobody)

You fought the thing off, butchering it until it's blood lay thick on your blade and it slowly turned to ashes.

You had swung your scythe until your arms could fall off. It was like an extension of your arms.

When three more demons attacked.

With a rush of adrenaline, you whipped up your scythe, the blade glinting in the moonlight , and jumped aside as one hurled itself on you. Taking another blow you cut off the things arms and legs, the other demon creeped from behind, and while your back was at him, it attacked. You cut down two of them, the third was about to kill you, aiming at the neck.

I guess he had to intervene.

SHHNG! You turned around. The demons head was lopped of in the blink of an eye and out stood towering another demon.

He exuded an impenetrable aura, a katana with eyes was fastened to his side, his hand never leaving the handle. He was profound, majestic even. His six eyes, with sclera as red as blood and golden irises, bore into your soul. Suddenly the pressure you felt was immeasurable, however you gritted your teeth, spat out a tooth broken in the fight and gritted your teeth, tightening your knuckles around the handle of your scythe.

Fear so palpable had overcome you. You couldnt stop shaking and your hands burned from clutching your scythe so tight. Hair stood up on the back of your neck. You had never confronted true fear until now. Never felt such a sense of doom until now. Fear.

"I must say, the way you fought those demons was impressive." His face was impassive while talking.

He didn't know why he was talking. Why he was so concerned about a human who he could destroy with batting an eyelash. Why he kept thinking of this human. Why he kept coming back. Why he kept talking.

"I never truly thought you had the will of a warrior. However you show potential" Maybe he could find a way of keeping you his.

The idea amused him, of toying with you. Was this his way of forging any relationships to fill the void of any love he had felt? He did not care for his wife or children. He had left them to become this demon. Why was he trying now?

"I will give you my blood to become a demon. If Master accepts and you prove yourself to be worthy, then maybe he will accept you into the Twelve Kizuki."

You struggled to maintain composure. What was he talking about? Blood? Master? Twelve Kizuki? You had to act. Had to do something. You raised your scythe-

In the blink of an eye, you got slammed into a nearby tree. He was choking you, holding you by your neck. Not enough to kill you, just so to constrict your voice. You struggled, kicking legs. The scythe flopped down onto the grass below. He blinked all of his six eyes at you at the same time.

Your eyes roamed over his face. It was beautiful truly, in an abhorrent, terrible way. His multiple eyes would make you feel like glass, his hair hair was black with red tips. He wore a purple and black, hexagonal patterned Kimono and hakama pants. But the most glaring, eye catching factor of him that accentuated his enigmatic looks were the words Upper One (Jogen Ichi).

"Such hasty decisions will always make you fall. Ah your are bleeding. I will stop your bleeding. Humans are so fragile. However... if you bleed to death... or if his lordship doesn't approve of you... and you die... then death was always your fate. In that case... you were no greater a man than that. Don't you... agree?"

"What...are...you...talking about" you hissed through your teeth. You had to fight him. Protect yourself in whatever cause. You kept wriggling, much to his amusements, all of your efforts futile "I won't.....let you....do anything to me!" you croaked as his hand tightened around your throat. He seemed to be playing with you, like a cat to a flailing baby bird.

Kokushibos eyes narrowed, he stayed silent until he let out his grip and let you flop on the grass floor below with a dull thud.

He will let you run, for now.

He hated to see the fear and contempt in your eyes. Hated to be the cause of your distress. He will change that.

You will become his demon, whether you liked it or not. He will keep you, he will take care of you, he will do anything, just to understand.