My Devoted Husbands ( Fem!Reader)
Chapter 3: What should I do now?
Warnings: Slight angst, mentions of polyamory, reverse harem.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Head Canons
As soon as Kyojuro left, you immediately changed into your kendo practice outfit, grabbed a couple of bokken and went to look for your dad. As he saw you storming in, he instinctively hid behind your mom using her as a human shield. Your mother graciously slid to the side allowing you to throw one of the bokken directly to his hand.
-“Ah darling, I am so glad that you reached us here; your mother and I were just talking about Kyojuro and we just feel like…” He said desperately looking at your mom but obtaining no support from her.
-“We will decide this, right now. We will have a 3 set kendo match, if you win I will let Kyojuro know about our family legacy and I will allow you to freely speak to him about your crazy marriage ideas. But… “. Your stance was fierce and full of determination -“If I win, you will never mention anything related to the corp and will drop the circus about marriage until I decide the time is right. Deal?”-
You father was really taken aback, they both were in the middle of a very exciting conversation where he described to your mom how fast you moved in the living room and that he was completely sure that you had already surpassed him. But even after that, he stared at you solemnly standing up from his seat.
-“Y/N, sweetie, weren’t you training today with Sanemi-kun? Genya-kun will be disappointed if you did not make it.” He said sweetly, trying to convince you to drop off the subject.
-“Oh, the boys can manage without me. They are actually rooting for my victory.” Your voice was calm but defiant and as your father knew you were not going to step down from your challenge, he finally agreed.
-“Very well, so be it. And might we keep our promises then, independently of the match result”.
-“I do trust that you will keep your word, because if you don’t, I will never speak to you back again. And you can bet I am dead serious” . Your gaze was fixed on his, with fiery resolution. If you were going to date Kyojuro, you would do it properly and on your own terms.
You two walked down to the center of your garden, your mom would play as referee since she used to be a very skilled demon slayer. Your brother joined to witness what he believed would be your dad's defeat. Just by staring at you he knew you were already skillful enough to win over a kendo match, it was just a matter of time.
-“Whoever wins 2 sets out of 3 will be the winner of the match”- your mom said as she placed herself in the middle of you both “As for kendo goes, a direct contact will count as a point.” You and your dad were fixedly staring at each other, your bokken up in a guard stance, a dead silence reigned at the battleground and so your mother said with clear voice:
-”Start!”.
Almost immediately after that, you felt a very strong impact in your stomach that propelled you to the far back of the backyard, finding yourself in the need to kneel down to stop yourself from hitting against the wall.
-”Point!”. Your mother exclaimed as you looked at your dad still kneeling on the floor. He had that fiery gaze that confirmed his high ranking at the slayers corp. You were gasping for air but tried to dissimulate, that strike had been really precise and painful.
-”If you have any intention of winning, you need to start taking me seriously, Y/N. I might be your father but I am still The Water Pillar and if you ever intend to claim this rank, better start acting as the Tsugoku you are and drop your childish ideas.”
He was right, you have been so angry about what just happened with Kyojuro that you totally forgot who you were about to fight, it wasn’t an UNO match against your daddy; it was a kendo match with the Water Pillar.
For an instant you felt a bit insecure, unsure if you could attain victory, but then it hit you. Even if you did not say it out loud you knew that your honor and worth as swordswoman were at stake. Because, how could you talk so big if you weren’t able to back your words with true strength? That was the challenge you threw at him by asking for a kendo match. You probably could have thrown a tantrum, asked your mother to intervene or given him the silent treatment for a couple of days to make him stop all his babbling related to Kyojuro. But no, you were so sure that your sword skills were superior to his, that you threw that challenge completely secure about your victory.
It wasn’t about boyfriend or marriage anymore, it was about if you were already strong enough to officially surpass your father and become the next Water Pillar. It was about if you could keep the family legacy with dignity. You were sure that by then, he would start respecting your decisions more and will stop making ridiculous comments about your personal life.
You honestly loved being in the corps, the training sessions, the knowledge your father passed to you and why not; you loved how damn good of a slayer you were. So yes, you would show him how strong your will to protect humans from the demon menace was and how proud you were to call yourself a Demon Slayer.
And you will, definitely, win.
As all doubts started to dissipate, you stood up with your gaze fixed on the messy ground, steadily breathing and as you sheathed your bokken to your belt, you said to your opponent:
-”Now I am ready, father.” You patiently waited for your mother to call the beginning of the next set.
-”Start!” It was like your body moved by itself, you quickly positioned yourself at your dad’s back.
-”Water breathing, second form: water wheel!” Your rival was merely able to dodge it, he counterattacked, but you were faster blocking his front strike and so you continued:
-”Water breathing, fourth form; striking tide…” Now your father started to defend himself from a series of speedily impacts as you quickly changed your direction with a back somersault, you yelled “ Water breathing, sixth form: Whirlpool!!!”
-”Point!” Your mother briskly said as your bokken slightly impacted your dad’s shoulder. You are now even, 1 to 1, the next set will decide everything. You were pretty sure that your father was enjoying the match as much as you and you were also sure that the hardest part of the tussle was about to start. None of you said a word and so your mother proceeded to yell with excitement:
-”Start!” None of you two were to be seen at any place, as you both bet on speed for achieving victory. Only a high level swordsman could follow your now inhuman encounter, your brother was the only one having trouble keeping up compared to your mother, who was completely focused on identifying the match winner as her eyes quickly scanned the entire scene.
Your father’s strikes were faster, stronger and more precise compared to the beginning of the match; you felt like your bokken could break at any moment. You needed to use your entire body to dodge his strikes since getting a broken weapon will translate into an automatic loss.
While your foothold kept changing constantly you decided to start building momentum for a final strike, you were tired and were sure that if you did not finish it with all you had left, you would probably lose. You started your attack by briefly changing direction to totally impulse yourself on your garden wall, as you were total concentration breathing, your strong step cracked the wall as you propelled yourself forward against your father, this was it:
-”Water breathing, ninth form: Splashing Water Flow, Flash!”. It happened in an instant, a thunderous sound announced that one of the bokken had broken and after all the dust had settle; there was an obvious winner. You and your father were standing, staring in opposite directions, with your bokken slightly touching the back of his neck and your dad’s half bokken on the floor .
-”Point and match! Your mother happily yelled as you dropped to the floor, completely exhausted. Your father was showing you a big smile when he offered his hand to help you get up.
-”Do not ever doubt yourself again, your strength and skill now pairs with a pillar, live your life with honor as you have always had.” The feelings that those words carried were so powerful to you, that you had tears at the brink of your eyes. Just as in the beginning of the match, your body moved by itself, warmly giving into your father’s embrace, this was the moment you have been waiting for almost all your life since you unsheathed your first katana. You have finally deemed yourself worthy of your last name.
Well this was not it, at least not yet. You still needed to receive Lord Kagaya’s blessing and successfully complete your first mission as the lead of high-ranked Demon Slayer squad. But this was indeed the beginning of the rest of your life. Time flew so fast while your Dad merrily recreated your final strike with your brother’s help, that you did not notice it until your phone vibed violently with a sort of extremely enthusiastic texts:
From: Nemi
[Wth Y/N? U left me hanging by myself with the little shit.]
You couldn’t help but to giggle, you can’t remember how many times you have asked Sanemi to not call Genya those, in your opinion, bad taste nicknames but your friend was just like that. As you start writing back to him you realized how late it was and that you were not going to make it to your date with Giyuu.
From: You
[I finally broke my old man’s bokken, TTYL, got a date. ]
The time it took you to get ready was barely human, you showered, put some clothes and perfume on, grabbed your purse and you were already sprinting to the recently opened tea house. You thought that being a demon in slayer was not always that bad, as it came along with some physical perks. Being late was a usual with you and a good thing was that Giyuu never seemed to care about it.
It was not hard to spot your friend, peaceful sitting in a two-person table, scrolling through his phone, with a chilly glass of water at his side. The waitresses noticed you immediately as you made your way to your seat. Your black haired companion stood up as soon as he saw you walking in, he was slightly taller than you, he had was wearing a stretchy white blouse and denim jeans, his hair was a bit messier than usual, but still styled into a low pony tail.
“You look terrible.” - said your friend in a very serious tone.
“Thank you! I missed you too…- you said with a sarcastic tone while you removed your jacket and sat down, picking up the menu and calling in the waitress.
“…and you still wonder why you don’t have a girlfriend.” - You concluded raising a eyebrow and giving him a small side smile.
“I did not meant any harm with that… I am actually concerned. I think you sometimes take your training too seriously.” - He spoke as he ordered his and your drink. He’d know you for so long that he did not needed to ask about your choice. The waitress nodded and quickly removed herself from the table. It was actually nice the way you both got treated by the waitresses every time you and Giyuu hanged out, you assumed that it was because your friend was considerably handsome and that you both had always gave out the “best friends” vibe.
“… And I have not ever complained, not even once, for not having a girlfriend”.- You rolled your eyes with a wide smile.
“Then, you should learn how to properly speak to lady if you ever wanna change that.” - you concluded as you took the first sip from your drink. It was absolutely blissful, the floral scent flooded your nose, warmness embracing your insides, instantly relaxing every aching muscle of your body.
“I will take your advice, thank you”.- He sipped from his drink, and you were not sure if he enjoyed the tea as much you did, in fact it was always very hard to read your friend’s mind. Actually now that you had come to think about it, the way you two bonded was kind of peculiar.
You and his sister, Tsukako, became good friends during high school and even though you had knew him since then, you and Giyuu did not became friends until you both got into college together, in the same bachelor degree. A lot had changed since those times, but certainly not his lack of expressions, and you could not help but to compare him with Kyojuro and how much of an open book was your new blond boyfriend.
BOYFRIEND! Yes, these were happy news that you definitely wanted to disclose with one of your closest friends. The thought of Daki not being the first one to know gave you chills, but out of sight, out of mind right?
“So, you are never gonna guess what happened to me today.”- you took another sip. -“I was at this pizza place and I chose to start choking at the worst time possibly…” - Your friend interrupted you.
“Y/N, I need to tell you something…- his face was serious, nothing out of the normal, but was not the type of guy to ever interrupt you, so he left you out of words.
“I-I… Well that’s… ok sure. Is everything alright?”- you sipped again, glancing at him with the lower corner of your eye, with consternation.
“I like you and I want you to go out with me.”- Luckily for you, the tea was in the right place at the right time, otherwise your recently confessed lover would had a dripping wet face by then.
That phrase keep floating around your head, you blinked with confusion, did you heard that right? Probably not, so you sipped again while you cleared your throat.
“You, err, like me? You like me, exactly in which type of way?.- you asked, while repeating to yourself: “Please do not say it, please let it be a misunderstanding, please, not today.”
“In a romantic way, the way a man feels attracted to a woman.” - he sipped and cleared his fine lips with a neatly folded paper napkin. You rested your chin on the palm of your hand, using your fingers to cover your mouth, frowning with concern, unable to speak. This had to be a horrible coincidence, it was just some nights ago that you had dismissed your dad’s ranting about your friends having romantic feelings for you and here you were; A new boyfriend, the broken bokken of your father and another love confession.
Could this day get any crazier?
It was not the fact that you could not like Giyuu, he was indeed a great guy and you enjoyed being around him. Having your blue-eyed companion as a boyfriend was not an idea that you disliked but the problem was that you were dating someone else by now. How were you supposed to gracefully reject a friend and not hurt his feelings? You were not even sure if you were ready to be in a relationship with Kyojuro and there you were, having to break the heart of someone you cared for and if this was not enough, you were about to start the process to become the water pillar.
It was too much, too much for her, too much for a couple of days, too much for her the rest of her life thank you very much.
“You do not have to give me an answer right now. I am going on a business trip tomorrow. We can talk about it when I come back and I will be fine with whatever decision you take.” - He calmly called the waitress again to ask for a refill. How in hell could he be so calm after he spat such words? How could he failed to see how were you crumbling on the inside? Nonetheless, that was a good thing, right? It turned you into a very good liar, concealing your secret until the day you die. You have not spoken a single word.
“Sorry, I did interrupted you. You were talking about a pizza place?” - He sipped again, with inhuman tranquility, and you decided to play along. If you were going to reject him you would have time to think about the best way to do it and still end up in good terms, because that was only way to do it. Right?
“It was, it was nothing special, it was the best slice pizza that ever tried to kill me.” - For a change, Giyuu chuckled.
Are you ever going to finish the CEO rengoku x reader story?
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CeoKyojuro x fem!reader (part 4)
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CeoKyojuro x fem!reader part 3
One Step Ahead
Kyojuro Rengoku has never been so abashed in his life before, his mind keept playing tricks on him as he mentally tried to recreate the scene that had just happened.
“Good bye, Rengoku-san”
Why?
Why was it so hard to get close to you? His hair was a complete mess by now as his hands desperately tried to look for an outlet to his growing exasperation.
All of this and for nothing.
This was also the first time he could not get whatever he wanted. This feeling of failure was a completely strange to him.
And all due to someone that up until a couple of weeks ago, was an absolute nobody.
This was certainly a growing obsession and for strangely as it could sound, he loved every single minute of it. The growing deception of you slipping through his fingers will only make his victory more delightful. Although, by that point, he wasn’t sure there could be any chance of triumph at all.
Was there a way for him to slip into your heart?
He sighed deeply and soundly, right in the middle of his solitary CEO office. His jacket messily resting over his expensive brown oak imported desk, his tie loosen all the way up to his chest and his heart beating painfully. He was surprised by the fact of all the things he had to go through for realizing that he had fallen in love with you.
“I just hope that I didn't humiliate myself more than what I already have…”- He said, thinking out loud, not aware that there was someone listening to him.
“And why would you do that, brother?” - Almost laughing, replied Senjuro, the youngest member of the Rengoku dynasty. He was the entire opposite of his older brother. He was kind and respectful, everyone in the office enjoyed his presence, and even though he was still in college, it was not uncommon to see Senjuro working along with some multidisciplinary teams. He was really committed to help his older brother with the family company management, even if he did not agreed with some of Kyojuro’s ways.
“Ah Senjuro, what are you doing here at this time? Should you not be out with your friends on a Friday evening?”
“Mother sent me to look for you, as it seems you forgot our family gathering.”
“Was it today?” - He immediately checked his phone calendar and dropped himself deeper into his chair as he saw with disappointment that he had, indeed, completely forgotten about his family responsibilities. Pinching the bridge of his nose he continued:
“I am on my way now, I will apologize to our mother’s family…”
“What is with that expression, Kyo-ni? You look terrible!”- Senjuro said with a very affable expression, having a very good guess what the cause of it might be.
“To be honest with you Senjuro, I really don’t know anymore…”- He gave his brother a bitter side smile as he gently massaged his temples.
“Let me guess, this problem has a first and last name, pretty smile, beautiful hair, dazzling eyes and more important of all; she hates you.” - Said the younger blond while sitting over the elegant CEO desk.
“Senjuro, how could you possibly know that…?” - He was completely shocked to learn that at that point, he was so down bad that it was completely obvious.
“Well, I am not a kid anymore Kyo-ni! I can clearly tell when a man is suffering for love. But honestly, I thought you were a bit more charming. Because, I can assure you, that treating a girl so badly to make her quit is not the easiest way to get into her heart.” - He chuckled softly as he picked up one of the small crystal trophies that Kyojuro had given to himself, and that he so pridefully showed off.
“That is nothing like that, at all.” - He said while staring at the glass triangle statuette and he couldn’t help but to feel ashamed of the ridiculous idea of awarding himself.
“You see Kyo-ni, that is exactly the attitude that put you in THIS situation” - he returned the award back to its rightful place- “ You love to make things more complicated than what they should be, oh, and that horrendous pride of yours!” - Senjuro was smiling widely.
“By this time, it's pointless Senjuro, she really doesn’t want to know anything about me.” - His expression was serious but full of deception.
“That is because she doesn’t know the other side of you. We just need her to give you a chance to get to know you and I am sure that her perception of you, will change.” - Senjuro took out his phone and after he typed something on it, he showed Kyojuro his search results.
“Senjuro, I appreciate your help but I honestly don't think that this will make any difference”. - The CEO said as he took his younger brother’s phone.
“No offense Kyo-ni, but you need all the help you can get and as I see how you have failed so miserably, I will suggest that you take my advice.” - He smiled triumphantly as Kyojuro took a couple of minutes to weigh out his options.
“I guess it won’t hurt to try, and indeed, you are so grown up now that I never realized the time you stopped being a kid… ” - He chuckled loudly as he playfully hit one of Senjuro’s shoulders with his fist.
“This is owned by a friend of mine, so I will make sure that everything goes out perfectly, alright? I think this will be either a hit or a miss.”- Senjuro kept texting while Kyojuro and him walked out from the CEO’s office.”
“I really hope that Y/N likes it… “ - Kyojuro concluded as he reached the elevator as a secret bystander caught a significant amount of that conversation.
Friday had finally arrived and you could not believe how suddenly you stopped desperately waiting for the weekend to arrive. You still had to go to work but you were finally enjoying it and living your best work life. The Uber driver left you at your friend’s front door. This was barely the second time he invited you over, so you contributed with a small peach cake and a your favorite chilled beer.
Your friend opened the door as soon as you knocked. A very manly and profound scent escaped through the entrance, it smelled just like his jacket, so deeply of him. This situation, unconsciously made you feel safe, so you stepped in as if that home was yours. He was wearing a very tight black shirt with washed-off denim jeans and his hair was entirely placed back in a low pony tail, exposing his face completely.
“Made it just in time and brought these goodies with me.” - You said with a soft smile, while Giyuu picked up your coat from his hands.
“I was wondering if you were going to come at all” - Giyuu said with a playful sarcastic tone.
“Ha! You wish! You promised me movies and popcorn and I wont leave until I get both.” - you said as you walked into Giyuu’s living room while he placed the cake and the beer inside the fridge. He was a very neat and organized man, and that of course, was not a surprise at all. His apartment had a minimalistic style, everything had a dedicated place, not a lot of decor, but colors were perfectly balanced to make the place look very sophisticated.
Everything seemed to be in its righteous place, except for the living room. And oh boy. Your blue eyed friend had definitely gone over the top with this improvised “home theater”. The space in front of you was filled with fluffy over-sized pillows on top of a cream-colored rug, every single blank space was filled with equally soft blankets, it was a dreamy invitation to throw yourself to sink into that overwhelming comfiness.
Without a second thought, you sunk yourself into that pillow fortress, fitting your body in the middle of all those blankets, just like a little girl. As you scanned the place, you noticed a gray cabinet that had some pictures on top of them. Your eyes observed them from left to right.
The first, you assumed, was one of his family; you recognized his sister and two other people that looked just like Giyuu and Tsukako respectively. The second picture was him with his best friend Sabito, you have met his friend the first year you both became close at Giyuu’s improvised birthday party. He was a very vivacious guy, a bit too loud for your liking but a good person after all. And the third picture was you and him during the last company Christmas party.
Something settled in your stomach when you looked at that picture, as usual, Giyuu had barely smiled at all, and if you remembered correctly, you almost had to forcefully drag him into the photo booth. Naturally, you made sure to pick the most ridiculous attire to make you both look even more ridiculous. You politely gave him a copy of that picture, being sure that if he did not threw it away, then it will never see the light of day ever again, to say the least.
But no, there it was, the picture was beautifully placed inside a golden frame, decorated with very delicate flowers. You could not recall where your copy was. Maybe you left it at your old desk? You probably would never know.
As if he had received a silent cue, Giyuu reappeared into the living room and beamed softly as he saw you already cuddled into the pillow nest that took him almost 3 hours to set up.
“It’s not that I don’t like it, but I believe we should get another picture together, don’t you think? A photo where I don’t make you feel miserable.” - You chuckled as Giyuu’s puzzled expression made you yank your face into the picture direction. Your friend’s face flushed instantaneously, he had totally forgotten about that picture, what was he thinking leaving it laying around just like that?
He walked towards you, popcorn in hand, not really knowing what to say, so he tried his best to calm himself.
“I- I was not miserable. I had fun.” - He offered you the bowl without staring at you, you grabbed a fist-full and continued:
“I still think it’s a good idea to get another picture, I am afraid I left my copy at the office… Let’s take it the next time we go to the movies!” - you concluded before munching the little buttery softies.
Giyuu’s heart was racing wildly, he suddenly remembered the conversation he heard between Rengoku and his younger brother earlier that day. Because of that and various other reasons he had to make that day, THE DAY. He did and could not wait any longer. Will he summon enough courage to speak about it?
It was his turn to pick the movie, The Conjuring was within the repository of your favorite ones. You inadvertently drank a bit too much beer and end up finding the movie scarier than what you remembered. As nervous as Giyuu was, he mustered enough courage to speak softly to your ear:
“If you are scared, you can always look comfort in me, you know?”- he said it in such a velvety but inviting tone, that your body felt an electrical discharge that ran through your body, directly to your toes. You were sure that your heart was going to break loose from your chest any moment now. Your attention was directly driven into your blue-eyed friend. In which moment did you placed yourself under his shoulder, innocently resting on his chest?
He stared at you for a moment as well, his eyes slipped to your lips, you swore you could listen Giyuu’s wild heart beating as well. You both started to lean over, reducing the distance between the two of you, did Giyuu closed his eyes already? You quickly wondered what would Giyuu’s lips taste like, but instead of leaning over, you stood upso quickly that you stumbled and fell back into the pillow-free sofa.
“Oh wow! Look at the hour? Is that late already? I am so sorry Tomioka-sa… I meant, Giyuu, haha!”- You spoke broken words intertwined with nervous giggles, desperately looking for your shoes and phone. You were clearly impaired by the booze you drank.
Giyuu was still in shock, paralyzed with amazement trying to recollect what had just happened. That was not the way he wanted things to happen.
“Found them!” - you said with your phone in your hands while desperately requesting the first Uber driver you could get.
“Hold on Y/N, I-I…, please let me explain…”- he said as he watched you, hopelessly, getting ready to leave any moment now.
“Oh no, you are good! I was the one that took advantage of your hospitality, I better take my leave now. You probably have very important things to do tomorrow morning and I am here, keeping you busy very late at night!” - your head was a mess, but your heart was even more confused. You have never wished that someone responded to your Uber request as fast as in that moment.
“I-I, understand. I-I… at least let me take you home, I do not want you to take a cab by yourself with all the beer that you drank.”- he muttered sadly as we picked his keys and his jacket.
“Oh no, no need, there is an Uber driver already waiting for me outside!” - You lied, smiling at him, walking quickly through the door, but as your hand reached the door knob, you briskly returned, kissed your friend’s cheek and said to him:
“Can we talk about this another day?” - Giyuu Tomioka had never understood the out of body experiences until that moment. His hand automatically traveled to the cheek where your lips had rested an instant ago. You took that moment of shock from your friend to walk away quickly to meet your in-existent Uber driver. Maybe it was fate or the power of your thoughts, but a car was waiting right in front of you and after confirming the vehicle identity information you opened the door and rapidly entered.
“Good night, thank you for taking my request!” - you said without looking at your driver, as you were still staring through the rear mirror with the hope of catching a glimpse of Giyuu. Make up your mind already, you spoke to yourself.
“Y/N…?” - Your driver responded and as you identified that voice, you snapped your entire attention to the driver now.
“Akaza-senpai?!?”-
Ok so, I took forever to write this part but believe or not, I had this in my drafts for a long time now. So I still have not decided what is going to happen between Akaza and Y/N but I have 2 different possible outcomes with these too.
I felt really bad for Giyuu baby :c, but we all love a good dose of drama, don’t we? I wont promise to update soon because I don’t know if I would be able to but I will certainly try my best. Adulting takes most of my time since I became a functional adult lol.
I for sure will be updating my devoted husbands next, I JUST LOVE this self insert story hahaha.
If you have read the other CEO Kyojuro parts I thank you from the bottom of my heart, if you are a fellow fiction writer you might know how some days we can feel like our writing is not good enough and that’s ok! I do this for fun and will try to be a bit less harsh on myself.
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Hello, after being inactive a long time, I am finally getting all my ideas and draft in place so I will start posting some of the WIP stories! So here is a chapter of something of what I’ve been writing on wattpad, its in Spanish but this is dedicated to those users that belong to the Hispanic talking community <3 I hope u like it <3
¿Que pasaría si Kyojuro Rengoku, hubiese sido salvado del trágico final de su combate contra la luna creciente Akaza?
¿Podría ser que se enamorara de su salvadora?
¿Y que pasaría si esta misma heroina se enfrentara a la tercera luna creciente?
¿Podría generar un interés en uno de los demonios más poderosos de la corte de Muzan Kibutsuji?
Esta historia tendrá 3 finales que se basarán en las decisiones que tome la lectora y podrá ser un final con Rengoku, Akaza o Tomioka.
El encuentro
No había tiempo que perder, parecía que el día transcurría con normalidad hasta que te diste cuenta de que ya no te encontrabas en tu lugar asiduo de entrenamiento. Tú y Clara pasaban algunos momentos trabajando en algunas cosas que aun te daban problemas y de pronto ¡bam! Las dos ya estaban en otra época y corrían a gran velocidad justo al lado de unas larguísimas vías.
Era obvio que algo había sucedido no muy lejos del punto donde se encontraban, una fuerte vibración estremeció el suelo y el hierro de las vías resonó con fuerza. Apresuraste el paso y con los primeros rayos del sol de la mañana pudiste vislumbrar el causante del estruendo. Justo frente a ustedes dos, estaba un ferrocarril con todos sus vagones violentamente fuera de sus guías y casi al principio de la locomotora, observaste 4 figuras apenas siendo besadas por el amanecer.
A pesar de lo desolador de la escena, parecía no haber heridos de gravedad por lo que tu misión seguía siendo la misma; darle caza al responsable de aquel incidente. En un abrir y cerrar de ojos llegaron al final del tren, entre fuertes sollozos te diste cuenta de que el número de casualidades del accidente había ascendido solo a uno. Un hombre con cabello rubio, bañado en sangre, inmóvil y sentado de rodillas se encontraba en el centro de un grupo de 3 jóvenes que no podían parar de llorar.
La escena era muy clara, a juzgar por las heridas de los otros, el hombre que ahora yacía sin vida, lo había arriesgado todo por ellos y el resto de los pasajeros del tren. Ese acto de valentía despertó en ti un profundo sentimiento de admiración y sin dudarlo te detuviste en seco aterrizando con delicadeza y precisión justo en medio de toda la conmoción. Uno de los chicos, comenzó a proferir cosas que no entendías muy bien, tu sabias hablar japonés, pero la máscara de jabalí que traía puesta en la cabeza hacia que entenderle fuera más difícil, de todos los presentes, te pareció que él era el más peculiar.
"Tic tock", el tiempo seguía corriendo, necesitabas darte prisa o esto no resultaría.
-Disculpa... ¿Quién eres tú? - te preguntó entre sollozos el joven con cabellos rojizos, que tambien se veía mal herido.
-Estoy aquí para ayudarlos- fue lo primero que se te vino a la mente para tratar de ganar su confianza.
- Dime, ¿La persona que volcó el tren, fue el mismo que hizo esto? - le preguntaste mientras señalabas con la mirada a la víctima mortal de aquel combate. El joven asintió y se presentó, pero antes de que continuara lo interrumpiste.
-Kamado-kun, no tenemos mucho tiempo, ¿Podrías indicarme hacia donde se fue? - y aun entre sollozos, señaló un frondoso bosque que se encontraba frente a nosotros. Con tan solo una mirada, Clara lo entendió y proseguiste a decirle:
-Cuando lo alcances, retenlo lo más que te sea posible, te alcanzaré en cuanto termine aquí- Clara asintió y cual destello de luz desapareció creando una ligera brisa entre la copa de los árboles. Comenzaste a preocuparte acerca de lo que los muchachos podrían estar pensando así que intentaste crear conversación para que confiaran un poco más en ti.
- Dime Kamado-kun, ¿Te encuentras bien? Esa herida parece ser algo serio- le preguntaste mientras recostabas con delicadez al joven rubio sobre el suelo, bueno, no era rubio enteramente, un brillante tono de carmesí se asentaba en las puntas de su cabello, te pareció un color de cabello bastante singular.
- ¿Acaso, eres doctora? - te preguntó tímidamente otro chico rubio que cargaba una caja de madera en su espalda. La primera impresión que tuviste fue que existía una asombrosa similitud entre ese muchacho y un diente de león, temeroso, pero de un gran corazón.
- Podría decirse que si- respondiste mientras te sentabas en posición de flor de loto a un costado, pero de frente al joven al que habías cambiado de posición.
-Señorita...ya no tiene caso...el ya no está... no se puede hacer nada por el- me comentaba el joven Kamado en tono de súplica.
- Tranquilo, confía en mí, permíteme ayudarlos. En cuanto termine con él, puedo curar tus heridas, si me lo permites. No parece ser grave, pero se ve bastante profunda- concluiste para centrar toda tu atención al joven rubio que se encontraba recostado, parecía que el joven pelirrojo quería discernir, pero el chico que se presentó como Agatsuma Zenitsu lo detuvo.
Hiciste un recuento rápido de los daños, ojo izquierdo destrozado, plexo solar destruido; corazón, hígado, páncreas, baso, intestinos, costillas, estomago. Todo destruido, quien haya hecho esto, debía ser ridículamente fuerte, ¿Habría sido con un arma? los órganos se veían deshechos cual si hubieran sido dañados por una explosión.
Debías darte prisa y alcanzar a Clara, no querías ni pensarlo, pero por cómo se veían las cosas, el autor de esta escena era demasiado peligroso para dejarlo vivir, aunque pudiera ser una fuente importante de información, simplemente no podías dejarlo suelto.
Después de conocer aquello que había que reparar y con una tenue luz emitida por tus manos comenzaste a preparar su cuerpo. Era una habilidad que recién habías desarrollado, con mucho esfuerzo y entrenamiento lo habías conseguido; y así, transfiriendo algo de tu energía vital, sanaste sus órganos y cerraste sus heridas.
El semblante del joven se veía en total calma y no pudiste evitar imaginar la entereza y la grandeza del espíritu de aquel guerrero para que hubiese podido abrazar a la muerte con semejante paz. El joven Kamado, Agatsuma y el restante al que se referían como Inosuke, no daban crédito a lo que veían, comenzaron a hacerte muchas preguntas, pero al momento que levantaste una de tus manos para que se detuvieran, pararon las palabras.
La siguiente parte era la más complicada y requería toda tu concentración, puesto en palabras simples; debías encontrar el alma del joven y regresarla a su cuerpo. Típicamente cuando alguien muere y su alma se dirige al " mas allá " existe un tiempo de gracia en el cual el alma aún se encuentra atada al cuerpo con el que vino a este mundo. Con el entrenamiento adecuado, energía vital suficiente y un cuerpo receptor en óptimas condiciones, un difunto puede regresar a la vida.
Sin embargo, no hay que olvidar que esto no deja de presente que si llegaras a abusar de este poder podrías ocasionar consecuencias desastrosas, tales como de las que has venido huyendo desde el día en que naciste.
Sin darle más importancia a esos pensamientos te concentraste, cerraste los ojos, uniste tus palmas a la altura de tu pecho formando un ángulo de noventa grados en ambos codos, sincronizaste tu respiración y comenzaste a buscar. No fue para nada difícil, puesto que el incidente acababa de ocurrir, la encontraste de inmediato. Comenzaste a sentir un fuerte calor abrazador, el espíritu de este chico de verdad no tenía comparación, jamás te habías topado con algo similar. Extendiéndole la mano la tomaste y de golpe abriste los ojos para decir:
- Lo encontré- y justo en ese momento el chico que estaba dormido despertó tomando una fuerte bocanada de aire para después comenzar a toser violentamente.
- Tranquilo- le dijiste mientras ponías tu mano en su pecho para evitar que se levantara
- No te levantes todavía y tómalo con calma- te quitaste rápidamente la chaqueta que traías puesta, la enrollaste y levantando suavemente su cabeza se la colocaste de almohada. Al instante que retirabas tu mano, el muchacho te sujetó gentilmente por la muñeca sin poder articular palabra, a lo que solo sonreíste para decirle:
-Tranquilo, tu visión regresará en cuestión de minutos, tu cuerpo y tu alma necesitan un momento para darse cuenta en donde se encuentran- retiraste con suavidad el agarre de tu muñeca y te dirigiste al joven Kamado, pero él y los otros dos chicos se encontraban de rodillas llorando sobre el recién despertado.
-Rengoku-san, de verdad... de verdad eres tú? Rengoku-san, no lo puedo creer, estas bien...- decía Tanjiro llorando a todo pulmón, la escena era desgarradora, realmente estos chicos se preocupaban por el que parecía ser su superior, te sentiste tranquila, habías tomado una buena decisión.
Pero el reloj seguía corriendo y de verdad necesitabas ir a donde Clara se encontrará. Te disculpaste por interrumpirlos y dirigiéndote hacia Tanjiro con tu palma sostenida frente a él, le preguntaste con amabilidad
- ¿Puedo? - el, de inmediato comprendió y cerró los ojos esperando el contacto de tus manos sobre la herida de su abdomen. Pero el contacto no era necesario, simplemente colocaste tu mano sobre la zona de su herida, separada del cuerpo como unos 10 cm y esta sanó en cuestión de segundos.
Incrédulo, comenzó a palpar la zona para darse cuenta de que en efecto la herida ya no estaba. Después proseguiste con Agatsuma, el cual te indico con una sonrisa pícara que su cabeza y su pecho eran el problema. Le regalaste una media sonrisita de lado, porque te dio la impresión de que buscaba una excusa para que tus manos tocaran su cuerpo. Era muy interesante como aquel chico siendo tan tímido podía tener aquellas ideas. En cuestión de segundos tu palma irradió una tenue luz y así, rápidamente y para decepción de Zenitsu, habías curado al segundo muchacho.
Parecía que el chico con mascara de jabalí estaba reacio a que te acercaras, pero Tanjiro y Zenitsu lo sujetaron para que pudieras acercarte. Inosuke no tenía heridas graves así que colocaste tu palma a la altura de su pecho y como si de un hechizo se hubiera tratado, el muchacho se quedó completamente tranquilo, emitiendo pequeños gruñidos de complacencia.
Por fin habías terminado con todo lo pendiente, así que con una pequeña reverencia te despediste para irte, pero antes de que te dieras cuenta Tanjiro te había sujetado del brazo para evitar tu partida
- Por favor, aun no, no te vayas. No tenemos manera de agradecerte por lo que has hecho, por lo menos, ¿Podríamos saber tu nombre? - ¿Tu nombre? Todo pasó tan rápido que no te diste cuenta de que no te habías presentado, sabias que para los japoneses las presentaciones siempre son muy importantes, esperabas que no te hubieran tomado por una mal educada.
- Discúlpenme por favor- hiciste otra reverencia- Olvidé por completo presentarme, mi nombre es (T/A), (T/N)- sonreíste mirando hacia el agarre en el que te tenía el joven Kamado, éste se sonrojo, te soltó y se disculpó de inmediato, mientras él y Zenitsu te hacían una reverencia
- (T/N)-san, muchas gracias! Jamás olvidaremos esto- les sonreíste con tal calidez que Zenitsu se sonrojó de inmediato
- No hay nada que agradecer, fue un honor para mí haberles ayudado. La manera en la que ponen sus vidas en la línea para proteger a los más débiles es lo que hará que este país se convierta en una gran nación en un futuro no muy lejano.
Ahora escúchenme con atención, las heridas de su compañero han sanado, pero por desgracia la sangre que perdió no se recupera a la misma velocidad. En cuanto les sea posible, encuentren un lugar seguro donde pueda descansar y recuperarse, creo que un par de semanas serán suficientes. Procuren que no viaje largas distancias y que coma muy bien. Lo mismo va para ustedes tres. Ahora, sobre aquella cosa que los atacó, ¿podrían darme un poco de información? –
En ese momento, se escuchó la voz de Clara entre cortada saliendo de tu reloj "lo encontré, lo tengo justo frente a mí". Los chicos se sobresaltaron, enmudeciéndose por un momento, pero tu solo pudiste alegrarte de que tu reloj intercomunicador y la contraparte que usaba Clara siguiera funcionando en esta época considerando el estrepitoso viaje en el tiempo que habían realizado.
Le contestaste de inmediato, insegura de si había recibido el mensaje y proseguiste a despedirte de los chicos con una pequeña reverencia para después encaminarte hacia el bosque. Casi al instante de haber escuchado con claridad lo que Tanjiro te había gritado, desapareciste como un destello entre los frondosos árboles.
Hi girl ! How are you? I’m here for a request please ^.^
Can you write for Tengen falling in love with a woman and he discovers that she has a child from a previous toxic relationship? ❤️
Hello there Anon!
Yes of course, this is a fantastic prompt. I aimed for it to be short and sweet but I felt like the initial encounter needed more development, so I hope is not that long hahaha and also I tried a new way of writing dialogues in hopes that this made it easier to read .
With all that being said, I really hope you like it <3.
Tengen Uzui x fem!reader (Falling in love with a mother in a previous toxic relationship)
Warnings: Slight angst, mentions of abuse.
It was a very chilly winter morning when he first came to your shop. You were a very skillful seamstress and designer. It was just reasonable that your Kimonos, Yukatas and Haoris were highly demanded as everybody knew who the author was just by staring at them. You had a wide range of clients, but one had managed to catch your eye the first time he came looking for a Yukata.
He was a really attractive; tall, muscular complexion showing off his black skin tight outfit, deep magenta eyes with a matching color art design on one of them, a very sleek ponytail that held back all his white hair and a silver jeweled bandana that tinkled at every step he took.
-“Good morning, are you already open? he said in a very thick voice as you hurried to the front of your shop for welcoming him.
-”We are, sir, how can I assist you?” He scanned your entire body as soon as he saw you with a very delighted expression, holding his chin with his right hand and holding up his elbow with his left hand.
-”I like what you are wearing, it is really flamboyant! I am looking for something exactly like that” You blinked in surprise, typically the Kimonos you wore were special designs that you never sell and this was a beautiful yellow mustard robe decorated with delicate white flowers with a big burgundy obi. So you quickly scanned yourself and answered him back.
-”It is an exclusive design, but I can work something up. I just need to know your girlfriend's sizing and preferences.” You said as you placed your full attention to him.
-”Girlfriend?” he chuckled “No dear, you totally misunderstood me, I want something like that for ME!” His answer puzzled you even more, did you get that right? He wanted a kimono like yours?
-”In that case, wouldn’t you like to see our Yukatas on sale?” You said as you showed him the way to the back section of your shop.
-”Unless they are as ornate as this” he said while gently rubbing some of the extra fabric of one of your sleeves with his fingers “I am not really into plain color Yukatas.” Your expression might have said it all regarding your confusion, so your customer gave you a small smile while you showed him all the Yukatas that were ready for sale.
He was very well versed regarding clothing, fabrics and ornaments; that man knew exactly what he wanted and how he wanted. At the end he decided to place a custom order and let you be responsible for the entire design. You had a really hard time thinking about what will fit him best as well as being of his liking. Actually you enjoyed every single step of the artistic process, you were venturing into combining new and different elements to your clothes that you have never used before. A lot of new designs turned out of this order, magnificent in your not so humble opinion and could not be happier when you finally completed the order of your intriguing customer Tengen Uzui.
He came the day and time he promised, you were really nervous to know what his opinion will be to what you considered to be one of your best works up to date. That day he looked entirely different, his hair was completely down, with no bandana, face makeup and with a green lime Yukata. He was stunningly handsome, but you were absolutely focused on your work to give him a second thought..
-“So, let's see. '' He said as he gently started to reveal the package you just delivered to him. His expression was ecstatic and full of excitement, his magenta eyes widened in delight as soon as he finished examining the entire kimono. Your final bet was placed upon a robe that matched his eye color, with an intricate floral pattern in gold and silver covering it almost entirely and you also added very deep plum fabric at the end of the sleeves and the neck section. He wanted to try it on immediately and he looked really good on it.
-”So what do you think?” He asked you flirtatiously, slowly turning around for you to be able to scan him completely.
-”I think it fits you perfectly, sir. I am really glad you like it.” You bowed in return with a wide smile.
-”Liked it? Are you kidding me? I LOVE it. It's so flamboyant, perfectly for me. You are indeed the best, as I was told about you. I’ll tell you what, I will come back tomorrow, with hunger for more.” He said this with a seductive wink, paid for his order and left. He was being sincere, he heard from one of his comrades that right in the city, there existed one shop whose seamstress was as gorgeous and delicate as the handsome clothes she created. He agreed right away with the stories regarding your beauty as soon as he saw you, but he was even more impressed with your talent and ability for creating such majestic pieces.
Just as he promised, he paid you a visit the next day, placing another order and trying to get a little bit more intimate with you. He was fascinated by your expertise, the way you could perfectly land every single time the color palette combination of your creations, how you skillfully sewed in your ideas into the garments and god, he adored the way your face looked when you were working.
Without much notice, he started to hang a lot in your shop with you; he helped you moving really heavy supplies, this made him feel important and masculine in front of your eyes, he loved scaring off persistent customers that blantly flirted with you: “As much as we are grateful for your purchase, I must urge to allow other customers equally important as you into the shop. Have a nice day!” He will say this with the most hypocritical smile his anger will allow him while gently placing his arm around your waist.
-”Seriously Y/N. What’s with these men? So thirsty about you, is there any respect left?” He said with a displeased expression. You thought it was cute and ironic at the same time, wasn’t he doing exactly the same? He madly fell in love with you, so delicate, so pure, so talented, so creative, so impressive. He thought that it was nothing better in the world than you and he was absolutely right about it.
One time when you were working on a wedding Kimono, he was fixedly observing you while sitting on the floor; big wide smile, with his chin resting on his right fist. He was about to talk but you interrupted him.
-”It must be boring to stare at me all day, isn’t it Uzui-san?” He stood up with a serious expression, gently grabbing the hand you were using for sewing to pull you away, placing his hand on your hip to delicately pin you against the wall. He smirked as he looked down at you observing the subtle blush that was covering your cheeks.
-”No, not at all.In fact you have no idea how much I enjoy it, doll” He leaned closer to you, a breath away from your lips, patiently waiting. So much for his delight you kissed him, with hunger and desire, he loved to stir all those feelings in you. He wanted you to desperately yearn for him as much as he did for you. He seized your chin to deepen the kiss at the same time your hands seductively slided around his neck, making sure to caress his beefy biceps and with a muffled moan you allowed his tongue inside your mouth.
He was heating up rapidly, touching the parts of your body you allowed him while enjoying every single minute of that erotic scene. Unfortunately your cuckoo clock snapped you out of that fantasy forcing you to stop and stand away from Tengen. He was staring at you with complete disbelief but you did not gave him the chance to ask you what was wrong.
-”Uzui-san I am really sorry. Is very late now, I totally lost track of time. Could you do me a favor and close the shop for me?” You ask him more like an order than a favor.
-”Sure, but what is going on? Weren’t we just..?”- He cluessly asked you while watching you getting ready to leave in a matter of seconds.
-”I… I’m really sorry, there is something… someone I need to… Please…I will see you tomorrow”. You stood up on your tiptoes to peck him quickly as you left. You’ve pleasantly surprised him with that kiss and by the moment he realized what had just happened you were gone.
He closed your shop, with bewildered thoughts. What had just happened? You were sharing a very intimate moment but out the blue you just broke that synergy… For someone else? He was pretty sure you had feelings for him, so why would you run away? Did you had an important appointment with someone else? More important than him? Who was it? A rich customer? Or someone that might be more interesting than him? But then again he knew how much you cared for your shop, so he must definitely be someone important to you if you entrusted him something as valuable.
He tried to wash off all these ideas from his mind until he met you the next day. He wanted to know the reason for your ‘sweet escape’ but he was thinking about the right words to use. He tried entering the shop but it was locked despite being already operating hours. He then knocked and waited anxiously; you took a deep breath, opened the door but stayed right under the door frame not letting him in.
He started to think the worst, especially when he saw how nervously you were twirling your hair with your fingers, not making any eye contact. He was afraid to ask but he had to.
-”So last night… What exactly…?” He said crossing his arms over his chest like an intent of protecting himself from what might come out from your mouth, but you interrupted him.
-”Uzui-san I am really grateful for you helping me with the shop last night, I was really in a rush. I had to be at some other place at that very time…” You were really nervous and that only made the Sound Pillar felt even worse “I wanted to tell you, but I was not sure when it would be a good time. She has been through so much…”
-”She?” He asked, perplexedly raising an eyebrow as you slightly moved aside to unveil a little girl gripping tightly to your kimono, hiding half of her cute face against your leg. Tengen was taken aback for a moment, stared directly at you and then to your little girl. He understood it in an instant, how much of a dork has he been? With all his ridiculous scenarios building up in his mind. He gallantly bent down to his knees to speak to your daughter with a very soft smile.
-”Oh well, who could possibly be this adorable young lady?”. She hesitantly looked up to you, gripped tighter to you and spoke in a soft voice, barely audible:
-”D/N Y/LN”. So he answered her with a surprised expression:
-”I see now. I beg your pardon my lady. I should have realized before, you are identical to your dazzling mom” He quickly stared up at you and returned his attention to your daughter. “This is actually perfect timing, I was planning to ask your mom if she would like to become the most important girl in my life but I definitely need to ask you first” He thought that your offspring was exactly like you and that drove him more crazy in love with you. Not only was he to have a gorgeous wife, but also the cutest daughter in the entire world.
By the end of the day your daughter absolutely felt fond of him, to the extent of excitedly talking about how much she loved horses and why she would love a sakura hair pin. You explained to Tengen how much hardships you both went through with her father; being abusive and absent to D/N and getting away from him was what impulsed you to open your workshop. He immediately understood the logic behind hiding her but complained about you not telling him sooner.
As he was walking you both home, with your child seated in this shoulders he spoke:
-”Hey D/N will you be ok if I kicked off your dad if he ever comes to bother you or your mommy?”. He said with a grin
-”Uzui-san! Don’t tell her that! You reprimand him with some joy in your voice, but as your daughter nodded he burst into laughter and claimed:
-”That’s it, I will protect my girls from everything and anything, from now on”. As you felt flattered, he tenderly kissed you on the lips and so, you were now sure that he was going to be the man who you wanted to love for the rest of your life.
"- You are all weak." Said Akaza as he looked you in the eye after killing your entire team and only you left in the middle of the blood coloring the ground. Smiling fangs tear your heart apart. "- Put this sword down woman, do you really think that after all this, you can do anything? You're a woman, I can think about letting you live."
The horrendous scene before you was an undeniable fact, the bodies torn apart only by the hands of the upper three moon didn't make you see halos of light ahead. Everything was gray. Your eyes and ears contemplate the silence that is around you.
"- Go away, I don't have to kill a weakling woman, I just need to fight the strong ones. "
Your blood boils with his words. The memories of your conversations with your best friend, Kamado Tanjiro, and how they were able to win the fight against the upper six moons come to your mind.
Akaza gestures like, "whatever you do I don't care." And before you, mocking your injuries and staring into your eyes, he scoffs at the blood that was spilled, with his face practically glued to yours.
As a Tengen-trained hashira, you became extremely fast, but until then you hadn't been fast enough. But... What would that matter now? You would only use your whole being to hurt him. You have nothing to lose.
He has his eyes fixed on your pupils, while you stare back at him without fear. That absence of fear mixed with Akaza's head. Very different to the ones screaming before dying by his hands. But he provokes anyway.
"- You're hurt, you can't beat me, you really want to die here---
Your forehead hits Akaza's faster than he could have predicted. And in a second your sword went to his neck. He is totally surprised. A similar scene came into Akaza's mind, he remembered Kyojuro... but... your forehead despite being very fast, it's not hard like Tanjiro's, and in his near victory, Akaza's shocked look is the last thing you see before the beautifully moonlit night becomes like the deepest darkness as tou faint.
Akaza looks at you lying on the ground with your forehead bleeding and your hand still firmly gripping the sword. In Akaza's eyes along with the fingertips on his own neck, it showed that this last blow was unexpected. But now you are unconscious. Akaza kneels...
So many different feelings as he thinks about it right now. A more careful look reveals to him, your shapes, your face, your marks, the wind blowing your locks. You were just a defeated human ? Anyway extremely strong arms surround your being that lead you wherever he wants. But your sword stays behind...
You wake up and you can barely see, you are in a dark place. Thus gaining your consciousness back you sit up quickly. Touching the walls, you realize that everything has been sealed from the sunlight... Of course.
"- Looking for something?"
The voice is familiar but you don't like it. You sigh in despair. Your muscles soften your heart beat fast.
"- You are weak, but you seem to have your moments of strength." You look in the direction from which the voice comes in a tone of recognition...
"- I already told you, my name is Akaza, and you are y/n, I heard your companions call you by that name."
You remain silent trying to process so many tragedies and now you are in the hands of someone who has the power to kill with his own fists. Your painting is all Akaza can hear.
"- Listen it's night already, I'm leaving and you'll stay here. You can try to escape but I don't think you'll have any success."
Akaza is deriving pleasure that comes from your agony. The smiling tone never leaves the vocal cords of the number three upper moon.
The questions in your mind. "What will he do? How will he kill you?" He leaves you in distress. You are dehydrated and without food. It's been two days, and one of the infected wounds you have presents you with a fever. Yes, you tried in every way to get out, but in vain. Finally with a high fever you collapse into bed.
After a while, Akaza breaks in the door in an attempt to scare you, but so much time away from humans has made him forget their needs. He saw you on the bed, and realized that you were sick. You were supposed to be Akaza's new "prey", but anyway he moved by instinct.
He approached you, and felt the high temperature emanating from your body. You were panting. And in hallucinations you start speaking, he goes out for some moments, and now back to where you are, at this moment even don't know why but, Akaza already had in his hands the remedy for your illness.
He was changing the cloth on your forehead to control your temperature. In addition to telling you, "how pathetic and fragile humans are", your cough cut the words of Akaza who started to wonder now consciously worried. "- What reason am I taking care of someone who tried to kill me? " Among other things... but the idea of not seeing your face anymore was not pleasing to the mighty Akaza. He is frustrated with this, and doesn't know why, but keeps doing it anyway.
Your breathing calming over time, and care strangely brought about something Akaza hadn't expected to him it was, relief.
Akaza has excellent night vision. He can see through the darkness. And now that you're recovering your temperature drops, even more so in time. Akaza notices your skin prickling from the cold, your bed doesn't have a blanket. Akaza knows what to do if he wants to play with your agony for some more time, he can... But why the fear?... Does a bedridden human frighten him?
No, no... You're just a human... But…let's say…a beautiful human... Akaza feels the heat on his cheeks as he undresses your body, and sees every part of you shivering with the temperature, the vision he has for the first time of a woman, not just a human hypnotizes him.
But, you need heat or you're gonna die... Focus Akaza...Focus... He lies down next to you, his skin against yours make he feel different. And being slightly bigger he covers you. Your body heats up.
For you it's like a medicine in the right dose that will guarantee your survival, for Akaza...It's another story, the smell that comes out of your nostrils to him, the smell of your skin, the touch of your whole body glued to his, are a new desire awakened, so damn addictive to him.
In Akaza's arms, he hears your sigh that reflects a calm, as if you've found your home in his arms... oh he can't describe the feelings. It's something strong...Hate??? Or something so close to that? His hands act on their own. He caresses your face, pulling the hair off your sweaty forehead.
Akaza...you already warmed her up, you can go out now...But…He refuses....
You are a "weak human"... "Akaza's weak human… and it's clear as water….you need him, look at you... so fragile, impotent, if you weren't in his arms right now you would die y/n." You lose y/n... He repeated this on his head again and again...
Who are trying to convince, Akaza?...
The day dawns and you open your eyes and you are feeling in the darkness a body enveloping you, you know who is...
Without realizing it while sleeping, you hugged him back, leaving him even more bewildered about what he should do. Your wild smell makes the number three a prisoner.
As you are awake you try dialogue.
"- I need to go, please, Akaza." You say in a weak voice to the strong predator that chains you in an enveloping embrace, warm and tender.
Would it be the embrace of death?...
"- You are so soft." Akaza whispers as you said in such a sweet way the words to him...
You feel that he could know this fact by running through your entire being, with the strong hands he has. But actually he tried to refrain himself many times, but with his fingertips, slowly and with delicacy he knew you all by his touch.
You said tou need to go, but why don't you even try to move y/n?
A burst of flashes pass through your mind. You were fed, hydrated and cared for in every way possible. You have among your fever illusions the memory of the care that that "terrible" oni gave you.
You were better, the memories along with each description of the beautiful designs and colors that adorned Akaza's face and body weren't any help. "- I do not see anything, it'sso dark."
A dim light is placed near you. The look you can see now penetrates you like the sharpest blade the best blacksmith could not make. And...Oh damn...the creature before you is terribly charming.... Yes y/n, just admit it darling, you stupidly fell in love with who you never should.
"- Never." He said.
You frown in an attempt to understand.
"- Never, it's the day you can leave my arms y/n. Listen weak woman...You became mine when you lost, for being so weak, for not being able to beat me, this will be your punishment, and you will suffer the consequences."
After some hours of silence of both of you and of stillness, you finally become aware and could not fight against it anymore...
"- I thought you didn't like weaklings, Akaza."
He responds with surprised and proud eyes. "- I don't, so you'll pay for it, having to stay here."
With a slight smile on your lips you look at him all over his face. As if admiring the skies and stars on a starry night.
"- Akaza... You need a better plan than that. Because in this warm embrace of yours, suffering is the last thing on my mind."
In shock and amazed and finally bewitched by you, Akaza has no reason to hold himself anymore and kisses you deeply, passionately, and in all your "suffering" you accept the punishment that has been assigned to you... And you are willing to suffer even more for all what you have done wrong for being so "weak"...
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OmG darling this is AMAZING UUUUUGHHHH A TERRIBLY SWEET MASTER PIECE 💜 I am sooooo much in love with this man 😍😍😍😍😍😍 pleas go an read this beautiful masterpiece 💜💜💜💜💜💜
I am obsessed with the idea of Kyojuro falling for someone completely different than him, kinda like in uninterested but in my mind they actually have arguments (nothing major obv) and at first he doesn't have any interest in pushing it to be friends. Then suddenly everything he believes in (that love is supposed to be easy, always sweet, never complicated, recognizable) is shattered as he understands that love can in fact be complicated, difficult, not perfect, and that's okay. Idk if you like the idea but I just wanted to share!
a/n: honestly opposites-attracting, but only after turmoil is such a good trope but so overlooked imo- since i dont consider it enemies-lovers (theyre clearly distinctly different asldkfjasdf). also why is it hard to write like a passive-slightly aggressive rengoku? (it shouldn't be considering when he first met tanjiro his mind was literally 'execute child' LMFAO)
also, slight warning bc sanemi and you get into a fist fight lol (very confrontational y/n)
additionally: im not very happy with the outcome of this, and on top of that it's pretty short but hNNG i couldn't just keep this in my draft so im releasing it into the wild and ruNNING away
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kyojuru is a certified optimist with the skills to back up his optimism
so when you entered his life with a polar opposite attitude, he tried thinking nothing of it
but your constant need to tell him that his optimism is suffocating or stiffling or even 'unrealistic' really grinded on his gears and even he has a limit
kyojuro is a good man, but he isnt a saint
at first it started with small little jabs to try and appease you when you would start talking about whatever came out of your mouth
"you should focus on training and not speaking so much"
"your pessimism is truly deep-seated, isn't it?"
"y/n, please less talking more action"
then somehow, it escalated
you both would bicker constantly- like a rat testing it's luck against a predator owl
it got to the point the hashira ranks and even kagaya knew of your distaste for each other and even teased you both about it
you both would argue over such simple, stupid things
so imagine his inner shock when he saw you caught in a screaming match against shinazugawa one day
arguing with sanemi was already a deadend road, hes about as hardheaded as a bull and will butt heads until he's knocked on his ass or unconscious
kyojuro wondered for the briefest of moments if you both looked like you did now, up in sanemi's face yelling at him while he yelled back trying to fight for the high ground
however, arguments with sanemi never lasted long- but that didn't mean the situation was resolved. they never lasted long because he almost always start a fistfight
and he will fight you no matter who you are- feminist sanemi says 'equal rights, equal fights'. his fists are rated E-for literally everyone
the moment you swung first- taking the one thing away from him that he had (the ability to strike first) it all just snowballed
you both were scrapping around in the dirt and grass and for some reason kyojuro didn't like it
there was a small scene of familiar faces around, all sighing and shaking their heads at the fight like it was just an ordinary day
but kyojuro strangely felt compelled to act- so he did
he quickly intervened, breaking up the fight between you and sanemi. he yanked you behind him, gripping your wrist and keeping you at his back so you didn't run or try to go after the wind hashira again
while kyojuro was confident he could hold you back, he was less certain he could do that and keep sanemi at bay as well, so he quickly took off. draggin you behind him by the wrist
when you both got far enough away, kyojuro made you sit down in front of him as he inspected your face
typical fistfight injuries scattered your skin and you refused to look at him, a scowl on your face the whole time he was inspecting you
"why do you care?" you had asked him and for some reason, it irked him but also hurt him
was he not supposed to care?
sure you got on his nerves and he wouldn't say he was exactly friends with you, but-
"i do not wish to see you injured, is that so wrong?"
"you didn't care before"
"that is not true!"
he yelled at you, just like he always did when you antagonized him- but this time it was different
he wasn't arguing because you pushed him, he was arguing because you were wrong and he did care
he did and hes finally realizing it
he didn't want you to be hurt and he didn't want you to fight with others- deep down he didn't even want you fighting with him
he wanted to form a better relationship with you- a bond with you like he has with others
kyojuro wanted to try and fix this messed up way you two communicated and he knew it would suck and you'd probably fight him the entire process
then he laughed, loud and long to himself at the though of it
Hello everyone welcome to the part 6 of this serie... As I said...
IT'S GONNA BE ALMOST ALL THE BOYS IN KIMETSU.
TEAM KAGAYA ( ALL THE MALES HASHIRAS : Kyojuro/Uzui/ Gyomei/ Obanai/ Gyuu/ Sanemi/ Muichrirou/ Kagaya/ Yoriichi/ Sabito/ Haganezuka/ Shinjuro)
TEAM MUZAN (ALMOST ALL THE MALES Muzan/Kokushibou and as Mitkatsu / Akaza/ Douma/ Yushiro/ Adult Rui)
THE BOYS ( Tanjiro/ Zenitsu/ Inosuke/ Genya)
🛡 In this context none of the characters are married or minors all of them are adults.
WARNING ⚠️THIS IS A YANDERE SO YOU CAN SEE DARK THEMES
Guys please, let me know it you want be on the tag list
Links:
Part 1 Kyojuro/ Part 2 Tanjiro / Part 3 Obanai
Part 4 Inosuke/ Part 5 Gyuu / Part 6 Uzui (This one)
/Part 7 Yoriichi
YANDERE UZUI TENGEN x F. READER
Uzui, during the day, is walking around the city, showing off more and more… You know this man…He loves to spend his limitless treasure that comes from his sharp swords slicing onis.
And exchanging steps through between the stores at the center of the city, the decision is to buy jewelry to his handsome look.
He is already known in the establishment, the attendants melt to see him as always, and Uzui has a wide smile, he loves to show off, and he knows how handsome he looks, and gets all the attention that he wants.
You are the newest hire, not as a clerk, but as a jewelry designer, and you are sitting down to write one of your projects on paper.
Uzui doesn't realize that you're not part of the attendant team. Under the pillar's careful fuchsia gaze, your disinterest as opposed to the rest arouses an inconvenient feeling. Uzui has a talking mind... "- She acts like I'm invisible, she certainly doesn't know who I am."
... What do you mean, y/n... Didn't you notice the presence of the most extravagant man in the whole region? In addition, Uzui is the best customer that the archaic establishment has, he is pampered in every way whenever he goes to flaunt his fortune, as his figures add a lot to the monthly profit.
The jewels that are poured before him seem to have suddenly run out of luster or color... Why are they no longer in his focus? Between staring at inanimate objects and your hands and staring at your intently drawing on the paper in front of you, Uzui wants answers. Asking out loud. "- What is the lady over there doing?" Fingers full of gemstone chains are pointing at you, while sitting as if on an Uzui throne trying to get your attention.
He can't read minds... Fortunately... Or he'd be convinced to realize that you noticed him the moment he gave the air of his grace. His beautiful voice, the bearing, everything about him was like the most beautiful design you've ever seen. But... Realizing that he knew how "artistic" he was, you don't want to inflate this ego even more. Thus, you remains "focused" on your project.
But... That was until the special client that the girls talked about so much earlier, called you "lady"...
You look up at the one who aroused curiosity. In response he has a half smile that spills all the charm he possesses towards you. He was trying gently...
"- Ah, she's y/n-kun, it's our new designer." Explains one of the attendants to the sound pillar.
"- Y/n...Come here, Uzui-Kun wants to talk to you." One of them speaks full of jealousy.
You take your eyes off Uzui's beautiful gaze that makes you shiver for a moment, and turn to your real function, but anyway you need to answer the special cliente... "- I don't think I can help you Uzui-Kun. My job is to make jewelry, not sell it. So I don't have the talent to show you the stash, but I can see that you are well supported already." You say in a sarcastic tone, also with a half smile.
Needless to say, Uzui LOVED it.
For Uzui to win any heart even today, he just needed to show himself with few words, or just nothing... And whoever it is would be in his arms...But who do you "think" you are, to say NO, to Uzui Tengen?
... Ah y/n... If you wanted to avoid a confrontation, I don't think that's what you got sweetie...
Uzui gets to his feet. In silence he walks slowly with the dignity of a lion in an African savanna. As he approaches you.
With your peripheral vision you can see him put his head as if looking for your gaze, like a magnet…
This isn't something that could be lightly ignored, so, heeding Uzui's wordless command, you again let him look into your eyes. Uzui doesn't back down, the closer steps make you fear for something unknown.
Two palms are placed around your table and the lion bows before you. You're dilating his pupils as you stare back at him...
"-Y / n-Kun... Right?" A soft voice asks you for confirmation.
"- Yes, Uzui-Kun."
"- Do you mean that you are the one who make pieces as beautiful as these?"
He said pointing to some of the jewelry he had in his hands, moving them in a hypnotic dance before your eyes.
"- That's what I'm trying to do." You answer awkwardly, thinking how strange this situation is.
Noticing your discomfort, Uzui changes his strategy, he is as fast as the sound. The chair is dragged so that you are at the same height now, for a "fair" dialogue...
"- Y/n-Kun, let me know it, is it possible for me to order something specific that is designed just for me? "
"- Ahmm, yes, it's possible."
"- Ahh perfect, how generous of you. Thank you for your time madam, we'll talk soon."
Uzui this time doesn't even take a piece in the store. And with that, you were called to the attention of your new boss. Who explained that Uzui has a differentiated service, that even he helps you from time to time, so you can't afford to do it differently. Because your scolding was after work, you're irritated, wasting time listening to a sermon because of a "Mr." who loves to have attention.
It's night time, now In your home you are getting ready to bathe, wrapped in a towel while you grab some items for the bath. As walking towards your hallway, your mind just blows…you come across a grunt, claws. A gray-skinned creature is in front of you and it's a second away from attacking you, you don't even have time to scream.
Closing your eyes tight, for no one wants to behold their own end...
"- I'm still alive?"... You ask to yourself...
"- You can open your eyes y/n-kun."
All you see is a head and a body turning to ash, through it crossing strong arms in triumph with two beautiful swords… And the one who has saved you is the special client, Uzui.
Your breath is erratic. The shock of having seen something horrendous and now realizing that the world is no longer what you thought makes you run away from everything. You run out of the house with a scream at the top of your lungs.
But you are stopped by the impact on the chest of the warrior.
Uzui hold you. "- Y/n, calm down, it's okay, I'm here." Warm arms are wrapped around you. Uzui's arms are like a refuge.
"- What was that?" You might ask as soon as you came to your senses.
Taking you as you walk towards your home, Uzui tells you who he is and who are the "monsters" that are chasing you.
You are discrediting even though your own eyes have seen it. "- This is a target place from now on y/n. I'm sorry to tell you. Well, I need to go, but I believe that you'll be fine." Uzui turns around and in all your panic, his name comes out of your mouth.
"-UZUI."
He has his back turned and smiles without your eyes being able to contemplate him, and "innocently", he replies. "-What do you want y/n, can I help you with something else?"
Your startled gasps and your glazed eyes are enough.
"- Oh okay, let's do it like this, I'll do the surveillance around your house today. And make sure no oni show up."
You breathe finally letting the air into your lungs. "- Thank you, Uzui, I can't thank you."
Gently as you approach, he brings you by the chin. "- Go bathe in peace. I'll be around if any hungry oni appear."
You bathe and are thinking only of the moment when Uzui leaves. After it, without delay your eyes and senses are searching for him.
But when looking for what you want, you find that another creature is about to take your life. Again Uzui's razors go through his neck. You, after seeing another body evaporating in front of you, run into Uzui's arms. You grab his neck with all your might.
"- Y/n-kun. Listen to me carefully…I don't think you'll be safer in this place from now on."
Uzui, can you hear your beats pulsing like never before. And in a sweet whisper, healing you, "he has all the solutions for your pains."
"- I'll take you with me tonight, you can stay with me until we find a safe place for you."
Who would leave their own home, but do you have a choice y/n?... Picking up some necessary items, you leave with Uzui for the night. Uzui is warning you that you may encounter some oni along the way. But as long as you're by his side, you'll be well.
On the journey Uzui "demands" that you close your eyes. So, you wouldn't see any evil creatures... But even… Your eyes can't see, you can hear various horrendous sounds, of swords and the sound that was reproduced by the creatures that were looking for new victims.
After the horror show... all you feel as time passes is a pleasant smell of wisterias. A heavy sound of a gate opening its the last thing before open your eyes.
"- You can look."
Now you see yourself come across his beautiful mansion. He puts you in a luxurious room all you can hear it's the peaceful silent.
"- The house is all yours y/n. Here it is safe, no one will attack you here."
Your sadness by all you went, is not hidden by your gaze.
And looking at it, he sighs, and whispering, he tries to calm you down. "- Listen, I'm going to bathe and we'll have a wonderful meal together. I want you to forget everything you saw today." Says the "gentle" Uzui.
You are apprehensive. And looks around and is anxiously awaiting Uzui's return. And he returns.
After his bath with beautiful wet white hair, without all that jewelry and paint, just comfortable linen pants, leaving his chest fully exposed for you to admire him in all his glory, it's a vision from heaven.
"- Did I delay?" He asks, crouching before you.
There is no strength in your being. Not even to answer, whether because of fatigue, shock, fright, or the feeling that Uzui causes you. Being ruthlessly handsome.
The touch on your cheek is light, but Uzui's hand is calloused. Warrior's hands. But on the other hand Uzui's lips are soft and tasty as they slide smoothly over yours, the smell of his breath it's just like a medicine to you, his hands wrap around you. Uzui feels his strong muscles being drawn by the tips of your fingers that are traveling along the back of the pillar.
Uzui is on fire before you… But let me make you aware , y/n...You did it before … You set him on fire for the first time with your sparkling eyes, your attention what was not in him, and by the beautiful contours and softness of yours, and even your incredible sarcastic mind playing around his own. Nothing could be more precious than this...
He remembered every detail as he ran the blood he had on his hands along the trunks of trees previously lefting a trap, while smiling thinking about the result... Near where you lived, of course he knew it y/n dear... It was a easy task yo him. After taking some of his friend Shinazugawa's blood for an "experiment"... He Attracted to your home all kinds of oni, which would not leave your home anytime soon...
"But now with him you are safe"... As long as you listen to EVERYTHING, what Uzui tells you... After all, you owe him your life, from now on the most precious jewel he owns is YOU... And Uzui keeps his treasures to himself. You will not be the exception darling…
Muzan/Kokushibou and as Mitkatsu /Akaza/Douma/Yushiro/Adult Rui)
THE BOYS ( Tanjiro/Zenitsu/Inosuke/Genya)
🛡 In this context none of the characters are married or minors all of them are adults.
Links:
Part 1 Kyojuro (This one) / Part 2 Tanjiro / Part 3 Obabai / Part 4 Inozuke / Part 5 Gyuu / Part 6 Uzui / Part 7 Yoriichi
Warning ⚠️ IT’S A YANDERE SO YOU CAN SEE DARK THEMES….
THANK YOU MY DEAR READERS, SEE YOU SOON!
LET’S START WITH OUR FLAME BOY
YANDERE RENGOKU KYOJURO 🔥
He doesn’t know you, and how could he? you’re new to the place, he doesn’t see Obanai too much and so busy between his missions Kyojuro took the opportunity to visit his conrad.
But you already show the skills as Tsuguko of Obanai, who is extremely restricted with you, but is also respectful, after all, and that’s for nothing, because for the first time he found someone with your talent.
To Kyojuro It wasn’t something like a love-at-first-sight on the first second… or a fantasy, he saw you just in a glance, so he couldn’t properly see you still while speaking with Obanai. Until Obanai, as you were passing by, asked Kyojuro to test yours skills.
After this demand from your sensei, you were apprehensive, after all, it was a Tsuguko against a Hashira.
Kyojuro amicably agreed. And it was at this exact moment when he could look at you, surprised by your grace. And still processing so much from you Kyojuro said. “ Don’t worry, miss, I can totally test your skills without hurting you.” Kyojuro said these words in a soft tone that was unbeknownst to you or Obanai. And the serpent hashira replied.
“- Don’t underestimate her Kyojuro, she can do more than you think. Don’t disappoint me y/n.” Said your trainer while he had his reptile circling around his neck.
Darling, my beloved, I am so happy that you are back 🥺 I have missed you. I owe you so much! If it wasn’t for you I would have never got the courage of getting into writing 🥺 you are my muse, my inspiration 💜💜💜
Ok so here is my request: can you please make a enemies to lovers between Uzui x fem!reader? In a modern AU, Y/N just moved into a new apartment complex and she is having a hard time coping with his ridiculously sexy but annoying white haired new neighbor 💜💜💜 I leave the rest to you, as I know you are an amazing writer 💜
I am simping for this man right now, so much💜
Hugs and kisses 💜💜💜
Oh my...What I can say to u??? baby girl, you are a such pure soul, you know that I love u very much. You have such a good energy. And...You understand my good and bad days, thank you for it!
I took a bit long, because the brain fog...But I hope you like my darling
We love these enemies to lovers uhll...😏
Yeah... I simp too lol, Uzui is amazing 💓
Uzui x fem reader AU MDRN( Enemies to lovers)
As the guitar blasts your eardrums you are staring at your notebook screen, wondering how you will even start your new project without any human being on earth being able to concentrate under such circumstances. Yes, you still had hope that someone with less patience than you would knock on the door of the new and unknown, inconvenient, neighbor and complain.
You don't understand why anyone other than you seems to be bothered by the issue, after all, everyone shares a space, those who live in the collective know that you can't do what you want.
And so, weeks go by and your routine has been to specialize in the various musical notes that a guitar can produce, even if this is not your area of professional expertise.
Then, after such a long delay, your "good neighbor" quota is finally filled.
You furiously get up and step on the ground as if you were going to leave your footprints on it, you head towards the core of the chaos that has settled beside you.
Your clenched fist violently slams the door, trying to get your indignation to be heard somewhere between one solo and another. After five strong knocks on the door, which for you has become a wall between being productive or just contemplating your device's screensaver, you finally have silence as a predecessor and the "wall" begins to open.
Through it, your vision is something, let's say, much more pleasant than the noises that have prevented you from fulfilling your obligations. ..
You are faced with nothing more, nothing less than 1.90 of a body as if sculpted in marble, a beautiful pair of eyes in a singular color that refer to a light ruby color, and a white lovely hair playing with the prism under the light that passes through your opponent's window, as well as overwhelming charm. Yeah....The damn whole package.
And yes, he can make it all fall apart in seconds... "- Who do you think you are to try to break down my door like that?"
In your obvious monologue you ask yourself. "- An idiot like that came to live next to me?"
...But come on y/n, try to be nice....
"- Mr. The incredibly loud sound coming from your apartment is causing a lot of inconvenience to me. Could you please turn the volume down?"
He with a bored look puts his arm leaning on the door, and with a sarcastic smile responds. "- Unfortunately, I can't Miss, I work with music."
Your blood is bubbling by now.
"- Sir, just like you, I also have a job. And the noise you make is very loud."
" - Can't you hear this it's not a noise but music? That's unfortunate, you can'teven make the differencebetween them."
"- It's unfortunate to live next to someone who doesn't even understand the word, collective. I'll look for other ways to solve this, talking to people who, in addition to ears, have a brain, unlike you."
And turning your back, you get to your apartment. Hearing the "gentle" neighbor's door slam so that your hair flew on impact.
Let's just say your monologue at this point wouldn't be appropriate for description, unflattering names cross your mind...
In the following weeks the effect seems to have been the opposite. It raises the decibel levels even higher. You go to the building authorities, who show you the subsequent fines your capricious neighbor is keen to pay. Showing not caring about the numbers. It seems that you have been cursed.
Well... Today is your market day, when you look at your schedule, make a list it'sthe better option, when you open your door, it looks like you're not the only one in need of supplies.
Your eyes meet, and you stare at each other for the next few moments, and coincidentally another neighbor walks past you, happily. Thinking about how love begins in beautiful ways, perhaps from a mere exchange of glances as he observe both of you.
While in reality each of you is thinking about what would be the best way to make it look like everything it was an accident... Lightning and thunder come out of your eyeballs. We don't need to name both monologues. But let's just say it's not halos of light...
So you lock your apartment and start going down the stairs, but you're "accidentally bumped" to the point where you hit the opposite wall.
On the steps ahead he turns around with an evil gaze and with his hands behind his head he smiles. "- Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize there was someone next door."
You don't respond, but pick up the pace and strike back twice as hard... We know the saying...an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
Face and everything else was taped to the opposite wall.
"- Oh I'm sorry, I didn't think I could reach you."
And so you continue to the last door and stay front of it. Where the other neighbor peacefully whistling, coincidentally passes again with the aim of leaving and when he sees you side by side he smiles, because he thinks they you are beautifully together.
"- What a beautiful night, no, have a great date, hu?"
The two of you look at each other in disgust. And respond in unison.
"- DATE?"
"- The only encounter this crazy girl will have is with the sound of my guitar."
You, with your face burning for the cosmetic that we can call hate, responds. "- Surely you idiot, it's you with the fines, which are getting better and better for me."
The neighbor, not knowing what it's about, decides to leave , labeling the two of you as being exactly the same crazy ones.
And so you leave.
At the market, you enter and feel at peace. Even after the episode with your "dear" neighbor. You're softly singing a song, as you happily take your cart to your supplies. But, on the handle of the vehicle you see a hand that is not yours. And when you look at who is fighting with you, all that comes to your mind is..."Death"
You pull to your side, he too, for him, both are wanting the same vehicle, the reasons go beyond something superficial, they are questions of honor, whoever gets it wins.
Behind you watching the dispute while you are waiting, some customers call your attention. Faced with such embarrassment you decide to "give in".
"-The cart is all yours Mr."
But he took the rules of the game, you will leave like the Good Samaritan and is he the villain??Is that acceptable? No, no, no...
"- Please ma'am, I'm sorry, I didn't know that you need that much, take it, it's all yours."
He says in a "noble" gesture as he pulls out the vehicle and directs it towards you.
"- Thank you sir, for respecting the order of arrival." You smile as you leave with the vehicle delivering the last blow.
Hearing the lower and lower voices telling him that the order of arrival is not something to question.
You feel victorious.
As you pass through the halls from time to time you see each other, but you treat him as an invisible person. You're in the drinks section, you've got a nice Marsala wine in your hand, while looking at some other items on the shelf.
"- Do you mean that besides not having good taste in music, you don't know how to choose wine?"
Turning around with a sordid look, the most appropriate sentence in your opinion for this moment is.
"- Shut up." And placing the bottle in your cart you move on to another session. You thought you would have peace at some point but with each new choice there was a hurtful sentence directed at you.
Finally the purchase is finished and you are in line, even with several options your torture stake decides to stay behind you, so even choosing an even longer line you move. But... You don't move alone.
Your tiredness is evident and you give up the fight for now.
All you want most is a hot shower and your bed.
Behind you, the whistle with the same melody played by the guitar night and day is reproduced.
But you remain inert, facing your destiny, hoping that it will quickly approach.
And suddenly the melody ceases.
You take a deep breath in relief.
You wait longer in your car after placing your groceries. To make sure that your "dear" neighbor arrives early and settles down, before you arrive...
"Enough of the fighting for today" You think...
The same night, you would like to sleep, but you have to finished your projects at dawn , and worked like a zombie throughout the day. You sleep 3 hours, after you're done, wake up and take a shower, you're ready for work. The morning is strangely silent.
You are rushing to get to the company on time. A call from your boss puts you on high alert, putting you on speakerphone you answer it. "- Hello boss?"
"- Good morning y/n, I want to meet you at the cafe on the corner of the company now, I'm waiting, okay?"
"-Ahhnmm, sure, I'm on the way."
Every trace of sleep left your body. When you arrived, your boss had already ordered a coffee for both of you. And extending his hand to the seat to you, he smiles in an embarrassed way.
"- Alright y/ n, I need you to please sign this."
Your eyes travel through the cluster of papers and you go into shock. Your lips say nothing, but your expression conveys all the sadness you feel.
"- Y/n, I'm sorry, but you've become someone else in the last few weeks. The lack of constant deadlines and delays, you knew the consequence would be that."
Your eyes before that were only sad are now overflowing over the papers in your hands, which you indignantly question.
"- You mean that I am something and not someone for this company?"
Your boss opens his eyes and gestures in a way to calm you down. But, the words want to be passed on.
"- Last few weeks... And with respect to all the years when I did my best, doing a lot more than my role, delivering ahead of schedule, training others, and all that? Was none of this taken into account? I haven't been sleeping well, I can't concentrate on my work during the day, I've been finishing everything during the night. Can't I like any human being have bad periods? Well, right, let'sdo it then, do you have a pen?"
You said while being watched by everyone in the cafeteria, yeah.. Your voice it was not a whisper, so everyone was watching your tears rolling down your face.
Your boss, seeing you for the first time in this way and having been forced to reason, wanted to know more about your situation.
"- Y/n, can you tell me why you've been working this way?"
You didn't want to talk or explain, and it wasn't even necessary.
"- It was because of me." Said the man seat on the next table.
When you look up you see the last person who you wanted at this moment.
He invite himself to your the table, very well dressed, we can say, very fancy, and he greet your boss with a firm handshake.
You didn't even notice he was there.
"- It's a pleasure boss from my neighbor. My name is Tengen Uzui. It happens that I moved to your collaborator's side in the last few weeks, and in order to irritate her, I didn't allow her to have peace all these days, I make very loud noises with my guitar. She even informed me that it would affect her performance, but I selfishly didn't care. That's why she had to work while you and I slept. And now that you know all this, you have a duty to repay the shock you caused to an employee as competent as yours. I don't think she should work for you. A good boss would seek to know the situation of employees before making such a decision, but the loss will be yours, not hers."
And you still processing everything looking at him, he returns with a directing and beautiful fuchsia gaze at you, adding a charming wink. Your neighbor Uzui, whose name you now know, said everything your boss needed to hear and more.
Your boss tore the papers. "- Y/n, take a few days off, then we'll talk about how we can resolve this. Take a rest."
You don't respond and let him go. Uzui on the other hand sits next to you, and starts rubbing his index finger through your tears.
"- Let's eat something for real, that hard bread boss, order a coffee for you? What an idiot, so ... y/n is your name? It's a pleasure y/n. I'm Uzui, a truce?" He says, extending his hand.
You look at him without reaction, he realizes how important the question of your work is to you. Because you still feel paralyzed. So in a bold welcoming you feel your head moving to his chest he whispers. "- I'm sorry for what I caused you."
The sense of protection that Uzui made you feel was something long forgotten.
You slowly place one hand on the massive chest of your wonderful neighbor. And take a breath.
He on the other hand rubbing your hair, like it was nothing ask you what you want as he opens the menu.
"-What do you eat y/n? Sweet, salty, do you want a milkshake?"
All you can do in this peaceful moment is nod your head.
"- Hmmm, great, we already know something about you. You're the hardest woman I've ever had to call attention to... When I greeted you at the door for the first time you didn't even look at me. (You were on a cordless phone , he didn't notice because it was air dots) But the guitar worked, I confess I wasn't in the best of intentions after being ignored, but... Again I'm really sorry."
Seeing that you would take a while. Uzui ordered several things to go and took you to his apartment.
As Uzui put everything on the table, you went to the bathroom and washed your face and start to feel more calm. Your neighbor's apartment was incredibly luxurious.
As you sat down at the table You started drinking your milkshake. While looking around you. Your anger had dissipated.
"- Then you have some time to rest."
He said, as he tucked part of your hair behind your ear on the other side of the table.
"- I'll make sure you get as much rest as you need." And a genuine smile is given to you.
"Damn"... You thought, for thinking that Uzui would be a man who just wanted to have fun. But it proved irresistible.
He wants more... Moving with his knees dragging slightly, he settles down beside you. His presence is intimidating.
"- Do you want to watch something? Come on, you choose."
Uzui opens up the incredibly comfortable and large sofa. And inviting you to join him, you get carried away. The sofa is strategically as the most comfortable of beds, Uzui without asking and you also without resistance approaches you to him. Again you are in the safest place possible., his chest... And without realizing you fall asleep right there.
Uzui did it on purpose.
The shock of meeting the boss and your accumulated fatigue wouldn't make you interact well with him. And in the strong arms of your handsome neighbor you are safe... You are not the only one too feel something. Uzui, he feels incredibly relaxed next to you. It wasn't like a date where in a futile night two strangers meet and only give vent to desires and then never see each other again. It was different... He could see right through you, after knowing your effort and routine, and he felt guilty for causing you such harm. And having someone like you, in his arms awakened a new desire in him.
The desire to cherish someone, someone who needs him and deserve it. You are such a strong woman. He feels the desire to care. And you, someone who has worked so hard, deserve all the care in the world. Those were the words that Uzui repeated to himself, as he looked at you sleeping and heard your sigh relaxed in his arms. You "need it"... "Actually, you need him." ... At least that's what he wants to believe from now on.
You sleep long hours, and you wake up covered with a soft and fragrant blanket, with the TV off, zero noise around you.
After your restful sleep you sit down and look for Uzui who notices your awakening and comes to meet you.
"- Have I slept too much?, I didn't even notice sleep took me." You said a little awkwardly, now that the emotions Uzui aroused in your chest were different.
He smiles and tells you. "- You can sleep as much as you want, it's a beautiful sight in the living room."
You smile. "- But awake you can do this, so yes I prefer like that." He says pointing to your smile.
Your face is inflamed in a beautiful cherry color as his eyes....
And sitting next to you and leaning, Uzui stares into your eyes and then to your lips, and there he goes... He softly kisses you.
The kiss is the perfect fit, your lips were made to be together. Uzui gently caresses your face, and again tastes your kiss, you flavor, which is now accompanied by hugs full of tenderness, and affection... All of you it's involved, your hair, ears, he touches you with such a delicate way. You wouldn't imagine he could be so sweet...
As they say... Sugar is the worst drug, it's the hardest addiction to cure... But calm your beating heart. Apparently, you're not the only one with addictions here...
DARLING THIS IS MARVELOUS! Ahhhhh it’s just so cute and perfect. Uzui is such a dream 🥴!!!! I mean, I can see this clearly happening and ughhh to sleep in the arms of that man OmG! And the way he tried to call your attention ahhhhh! It’s so spectacular. Thank you darling, thank you! I admire your talent so much 💜💜💜💜💜 you are the best! Please keep writing, you are such a talented and beautiful woman I aspire to be like 💜💜💜💜💜 the super market acene OmG, this man was really trying to hit on you, didn’t he?! Agh, so handsome 😩 I can only imagine his surprise when he opened the door and saw you 👀👀👀
hiii!! i'm absolutely in LOVE with ur writing and i'm so glad i discovered ur works, they literally make my day a little better. so, i was wondering if i could request a kyojuro x reader?? the reader is getting worried bc kyo has been showing signs of having a crush on her and she is worried that he will confess bc she thinks that she doesn't deserve him bc he's so noble and good-natured. when kyo confesses, reader finally explains to him ab thinking shes not good enough for him, and kyo is just the most loving man and pulls a mf speech ab how perfect she is and whatnot. can it end in fluff pretty please?? :) u're the best, and remember to take your time<33
"You Are Worthy Of My Love!"
Pairing(s): kyojuro rengoku x reader
Genre: fluff
Synopsis: kyojuro wants to be with you more than anything, and you want nothing more than to be with him. but, with a noble, burning light like kyojuro, do you really deserve him?
Warning(s): insecure reader, kyojuro being a sweetheart like always, brief sad kyojuro moment
Kao's Note(s): heyyy and thank you, broski! i'm glad i could make your day a little better! sorry this took so long, but i hope you enjoy it! i love this man so much
you are so lucky to have this man pursuing you!
now we all know that kyo is a sweetheart, and he treats everyone with kindness. so at first glance, it may seem like he's treating you like he does everyone else
because he is, for the time being
at first, kyojuro just figured you naturally clicked with each other, so he considered you one of his dearest friends
you'd train together. if a mission requires more than just him, you're always the first person kyojuro will ask to accompany him. he always brings an extra bento box for you, no matter how far you two have to travel
he's always the first to greet you in the morning, "y/n, good morning to you!" his voice grew louder as he came nearer. "come, i'd be happy if you were to accompany me for breakfast this beautiful morning!"
you always found his cheerfulness in the morning refreshing, "of course," you slowed your pace, allowing him to catch up to you. "you know i'll never pass up an opportunity to spend my mornings with you, kyojuro!"
and that's when it hit him!
spending your mornings with him... he subconsciously slowed his pace to a walk, mulling your statement over in his mind
now, all he can think about is spending every morning—everyday—with you. his smile brightened just thinking about, seeing you everyday
"kyojuro," he never realized how melodic your voice was before. "are you coming?" have you always tilted your head like that when asking questions? it so cute!
"oh, yes," kyojuro scurried to catch up with you. "my apologies!" you smiled at him and waved him off, "no need, it's alright," goodness, your smile is very beautiful!
now that kyojuro is aware of his true feelings, he's eager to "commence the courting process" as he would say
he still treats you as he does before, only now it's increased 10 fold
when you ate breakfast together—if he managed to make it to the dining area before you—he'd already have your plate ready for you in the empty space next to him
"y/n, lovely to see you, as always," he avidly gestured to the empty pillow next to him. "here, i saved you a seat. oh," he held your plate to you as you neared his side, "and i prepared your favorite!"
oh gosh! there's your beautiful smile again!
"thank you, kyojuro," you graciously accepted your plate of food. the flame hashira nearly felt his heart burst straight from his chest when your fingertips brush against his
yep, he loves you
on missions, he'll keep his eyes on you–more so than he normally does–making sure that you were alright
there was one time where you tripped over a tree root, and you nearly gave him a heart attack when he heard your painful yelp
"y/n!" he whirled around to you, incredibly concerned for you, "are you alright?!" he crouched down, lending you his hand. "i'm alright," you laughed, clasping your hand around kyojuro's as he pulled you—and himself— from the ground. "no need to worry."
he didn't dare allow you to escape his sight
you, on the other hand, were quick to catch on to kyojuro's subtle change
perception was a strength of yours, so it didn't take long for you to catch onto his wanting to be with you. you would love to be with him as too, but all you did was play oblivious to his advances
you could tell that kyojuro was planning to confess to you soon, and he wanted the confession to go well, but you always seemed to be one step ahead, successfully finding some excuse to get away from him right before he's about to pour his heart out to you
anytime you two are alone, sharing a peaceful moment, kyojuro will suck in a breath before turning to you, "y/n," you gulped, "there's been something i wanted to tell you for a while now! please do listen to my words," he was so so ready to tell you
but...
"c-coming, mitsuri!" you abruptly stood from your seat next to kyojuro, making a quick beeline for the door
cue frowny kyo face :(
mitsuri won't be back till later today...
it hurt him knowing that you'd lie to him, but he knows you well enough that you wouldn't do so without reason–good reason.
he's wracked his brain many times, but kyojuro doesn't understand what could possibly be going on with you
missions together have become increasingly strenuous as of late, so—originally—kyojuro figured you were exhauste and didn't want to carry on any everlasting conversation
but, you usually weren't one to avoid him though. if there was something going on, you'd usually settle for a gentle, "sorry kyojuro, i just need a little moment myself," and he'd understand it well, leaving you to sort it out.
but he wouldn't leave you without letting you hear and enthusiastic, "of course! if you need me, just yell for me!"
but you're not the only perceptive one amongst you two
kyojuro has a suspicion that you know of his feelings towards you, and he figured there'd be a great possibility of you returning them
so why do you keep running from him?
'sorry, kyojuro...'
you walked away with great haste, trying your hardest to get away from the very man you wanted to be near.
this isn't the first time you'd interrupted one of kyojuro's confessions, this one being the fourth. it's not like you didn't want to be with him, quite the opposite to be exact. you wanted more than anything to call kyojuro yours.
but you don't deserve him.
kyojuro is an ultimate ray of exuberance. he holds an uncanny ability to make anyone smile, or make their day just that much brighter at the very least.
he's an extraordinary older brother, exemplary hashira, and a son any father should be proud of. the heart that resides in his chest is made of the finest gold. kyojuro rengoku is the epitome of great men.
and he deserves a great woman by his side.
once you were far enough from the crestfallen kyojuro, you slowed your pace to a steady walk. once you came across your estate, you opted to remain there for the remainder of the day. although you wanted nothing more than to accompany kyojuro for the lovely afternoon talks you share everyday.
but you couldn't bring yourself to be around him, knowing full well that he harbors feelings for you.
after reaching the main bedroom of your estate, you removed your haori and uniform, replacing it with a rather comfortable yukata. taking a stroll towards the cherry blossom and wisteria grove in the back of your estate, admiring the beautiful mix if purple and pink.
it was a favorite among many in the demon slayer corps, and it wasn't uncommon to find other slayers and hashira here to put there minds and souls at ease. missions were grueling, mentally and physically, so you never minded others using your grove as a haven.
near the center of the grove, a large, clear pond resided with many large rocks—they reached about hip level—surrounding it. hoisting yourself onto one of said rocks, you pulled your knees up to your chest, allowing your chin to rest on them as your arms looped around your legs to draw them closer.
guilt riddled your entire being.
interrupting—yet another—one of kyojuro's confessions, which you were sure was going to be extremely heartfelt and sweet. you longed to hear the confession from him, as his words would always make your heart flutter, but you couldn't bring yourself to hear his heartfelt words.
you didn't deserve him.
others viewed you as very noble, both a woman and slayer of high caliber. they thought highly of you, and it wasn't uncommon for someone to stop you in the street of a local town to stop you, thanking you profusely for your service as slayer.
in the eyes of others, you were ethereal, a true blessing sent from the mighty gods above.
but in your mind, you didn't see yourself as much of anything.
you knew yourself to be a skilled slayer, but that's all you could think to say about yourself. in your mind, there wasn't much to set you apart from others. more people are beginning to pick up swords, and they could be just as skilled as you—if not more.
so how could you possibly be worthy of someone like kyojuro?
"y/n," you let out a light gasp in surprise. jumping at the sound of your name, you fell of the rock you once seated on, a small 'thump' and a quiet "ouch" resonating as you hit the grass below.
"forgive me," your heart nearly stopped as kyojuro came into view. he offered you his hand, "it was not my intention to startle you! are you alright?"
god, why'd he have to look at you like that? talk you like that, like you are just so important?
"d-don't worry," you hesitated but placed your hand in his, trying hard to ignore the warm feeling it gave you. "i'm fine."
kyojuro's quick to take note of the wavering tone of voice, shoulders faltering slightly in return.
"y/n," he squeezed your hand slightly. "i really do wish to talk with you, and i'm sure you know what it intels as of now." you gulped.
"w-well i would love to, but—"
"please..." kyojuro cut you off. "allow me to continue. even if i may be turned away as a result, please do let me tell regardless."
"...alright." even in his blazing confidence, you were still able to detect the undermining hesitancy in the way he spoke. and you couldn't help but feel guilty.
"i am certain you've figured it out by now—as you are very brilliant—but I harbor strong feelings for you." of course you knew.
he was persistent, and the hints he dropped were rather prominent. you wanted to leave him—yet stay—so badly, but you've put his golden heart through enough. the least you could do was listen to him.
"i want nothing more than to pursue a relationship with you, and," kyojuro tugged on your hand, placing the palm of it on the place above his heart. "you make my heart do that! it's never beat so widely before! i wish to share every part of my life with you."
"and," his other hand moved to culture your cheek. "i want to know everything it is your heart desires most, so i can present it to you everyday. everything you despise, so i can do whatever i can to prevent it from ever crossing your path," kyojuro gingerly rubbed his thumb across your cheek. "i wish to call you mine, and i wish to be yours. for as long as you would allow."
...shit.
"kyojuro, i-i..." you knew you should've run away. his words were beautiful, like you expected, but now you had to see the dejected look that would fall onto kyojuro's face. "i-i can't be with you...i'm sorry."
you felt terrible.
the corners of kyojuro's lips tugged down into a small frown, trying to hide his dejection from you. the slight sink of his shoulders weighed heavy on your heart, but a small smile reappeared on his face.
"i see," he drew his hand back from your cheek. "is it alright of me to ask for your reasoning?"
you knew he'd want to know, and you didn't fault him—not in the slightest. but, no matter how many times you ran it through your head, now that you're here...you didn't know where to begin.
"i th-think—i know—i'm not worthy of your love, kyojuro," your eyes cast towards the grass beneath you, fiddling with a few blades of it. "you...you're an extraordinary man. your heart is made from the purest form of gold, a-and you're so noble. honestly," a sad smile graced your lips. "i can't express enough how much i love you."
you love him? so...
"i'm afraid i do not follow you. you speak highly of me, but...you didn't accept my confession. please, explain it to me."
"i told you, i'm not worthy of your love, kyojuro." you pulled a few blades of grass from the ground and sighed. "you deserve someone by your side who's just as remarkable as you. i-i'm nothing special, really. i couldn't possibly hold a candle to the brilliant flame that is you. you deserve a great woman by your side, and i'm afraid that woman isn't me. so...you see, i can't possibly be—"
"who's to say you aren't special or remarkable?"
"w-what do you mean..."
"y/n, you don't seem to comprehend how remarkable you truly are." both of his hands cupped your cheeks, gently drawing your eyes to his. "would you like to know the reason—the only reason my internal flame burns so brightly?"
you numbly nodded, and he smiled.
"it's because you fan these bright flames of mine, pushing me to be the best man i possible. your amazing heart and spirit are the very reasons this," he gestured to the area around you before cupping your cheek again, "beautiful estate is here. you think you aren't special, aren't you the very woman who brings suffers all across creation to seek refuge here?"
"well, yes, but—"
"aren't you the very woman who wielded a sword with broken limbs to defend an entire town from demons?"
"yes, that was me, but i—"
"you are also the same woman who personally rebuilt a town filled with poverty with her own finances, correct?"
"y-yes, kyojuro, b-but—"
"who's to say that you aren't remarkable or special, y/n" kyojuro pulled you into his arms, pressing his forehead against yours. "i couldn't think of another woman i'd want by my side other than you, y/n. my brilliant flame, so please give your heart to me. and i'll be sure to show you..."
tears cascaded down your cheeks. it was the first time anyone has told you that, told you you were special. flinging your arms around kyojuro neck, you buried your face into his vibrant hair, melting into his hold as his arms wrapped around your waist.
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