Could you do a master x reader? I haven't seen one so I thought to ask .. Maybe where the reader has known ubuyashiki for a while but got turned into a demon but doesn't hurt people? Idk I just really wanna see one with this man
Hello anon! Thank you for your extraordinary request! No one has requested anything for Ubuyashiki from me, so this was interesting to write! I hope you enjoy
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》Fandom: Demon Slayer 》Characters: Ubuyashiki Kagaya 》Warnings: Mentions of death
》 Ubuyashiki Kagaya x Reader
Cure
On the day when the flowers were laid on the grave, you disappeared.
There was no note, no signs of running away nor of a fight. You simply just disappeared into oblivion; no trace left behind to track.
Ubuyashiki couldn’t take it. His condition worsened, his eyes beginning to fail. The illness did not ask for consent, as it vulgarly took over him against his own will, reaching every part of his body and making it hard to commit to anyone or anything. He carried around a solemn aura, his mind going to places he never thought they would, as he had sworn an oath to himself after his father’s death, but he couldn’t resist. He had lost the only things that kept his life separated from duty. First, his wife, Amane, succumbed to an illness, and then you left him behind. He was blaming himself, his family’s curse, and it was a hard burden to carry. He fell into a melancholy state, feeling nothing but alike of a grain of sand lost in an eternity. Nevertheless, Ubuyashiki committed to his duty, taking care of his Hashiras until his very own death as he had promised, but not a day went by when he wished to see you one last time before the time of his blindness.
Then you recurred, appearing in Ubuyashiki’s room after three winters had passed by. Like the first snowy day during winter, unexpectedly, covering the world with its beauty, blinding with its light. You stormed in, the feeling of familiarity with you, turning the world upside down just when Ubuyashiki had lost hope.
But you were not the same.
The delight in your eyes had died out, become dull, as you held a smile in your eyes no longer. Your skin was not warm or radiating life, it had turned pale and gleamy with the sweat, the blush on your cheeks long gone. If you had been still, you would have looked alike with a porcelain doll with your beady eyes and solidified state. He did not see the dimples in the corners of your mouth, or the way you would smile at him, instead he was met with two pairs of red eyes and plenty tears dropping on the fine wooden floor down by your chin.
“I-I missed you”
You had managed to say between your hiccups, and that night he had been ready to die by your hands. But so happened that from that day on Ubuyashiki never let go of you again. Not even when he lost his sight, you being the last thing he saw.
“Oyakata-sama, how are you feeling?”
Later he found out, you had been a failed experiment by Muzan, trying to turn Ubuyashiki’s closest subordinates against him when he was at his weakest.
“Don’t fret (L/N)-kun, I’m feeling notably blissful tonight. Besides, what have I mentioned of calling me by my real name? You have no need for such formalities, and you know that”
You hummed, walking beside him, allured by his voice. You were leading him through the garden, giving him his time of placing his steps right, as he occasionally swung and took in the smell of wisteria flowers. It was late at night, and you had once again caught him being unable to sleep due to his pains. You furrowed your brow.
“I know... I just want to pay my respects to you, Oy- Ubuyashiki-sama. You are already overworking yourself”, You told him. If he were not to be your superior, you would have scolded him more often of his foolishness. He was too selfless for his own good, prioritizing everyone before him like his life was less worthy than theirs. He seemed like he had everything under control, strings neatly folded in his hands like he was a puppeteer of some sorts, but in reality, he was struggling as much as everyone else. He just had prioritized his own duty and Demon Slayer corps first ever since he was a child. He needed someone to dig all his burdens out of him, and that someone had been Amane before her death. Now you had taken up the duty to honor his late wife. You had become his eyes and protection, when he couldn’t protect himself anymore. You were content with that, feeling in debt for saving your life from Hashiras back when you had broken into his room.
Ubuyashiki nodded and smiled gently.
“That’s a lot better, but may I still insist you to switch to Ubuyashiki-kun, even Kagaya-kun would be fine”, He told and you gasped and stopped in your tracks, looking at him with shock.
“That would be way too informal from me! You’re my superior!” You told him, shaking your head in denial. You were a timid girl, raised by a very formal family, and you were not easy to let go your past, proven by your demonization. Ubuyashiki brought his hand in front of his mouth and chuckled at your formal antics. Despite knowing him for years, you still held onto them. Suddenly, his hand sifted on his head, accidentally letting out a grunt, alarming your presence.
“It is hurting again, isn’t it?” You whispered faintly, hurt by the pain you were seeing him in. Your voice was laced with dozen shades of worry, as you gently brought your hand on his head, as he looked solemn.
“(L/N)-kun, you shouldn’t. I am not a responsibility of yours to worry”, He insisted, but you had already begun to chant to yourself. His lips pursed into a tight line, quilt aching in his chest.
“Blood demon art... pain replacement!” You whispered, soon tightening your grip on his head, as the pain he just recently had, travelled onto you, as he was switched with harmonious and canorous feeling of sailing through a calm sea instead. Ubuyashiki sighed in disapproval as he carefully grabbed your hand in his and drew circles on the back of it with his thumb to calm you down.
“You don’t need to do that, are you aware? I’ll manage, but the last thing I want is you getting hurt for my expense again”, he said holding your hand reassuringly. He wished he could have seen you, assured you that he was going to be fine, but he had lost his sight and none of those lies were true. He was going to die, and he wanted to spend his last moments with you, even if it meant being selfish. He sighed, bringing your hand to hold his cheek, a moment of vulnerability he rarely showed.
“All I wish for is to spend these last nights in your presence. Is that alright?” He asked, and he felt your cold hand shaking, wanting to form a fist under his skin. He smiled, asking you to have confidence in him.
“I know it is a burden for you to carry, but I promise I will not die in vain. I know that, and I just need you to trust me”, He continued, and he could hear you leave out a stifled sniffle. You were at your breaking point, seeing the man you loved leaning onto your touch, trusting his long-sworn enemy more than his Hashiras, treating you no different than from before. You did not know what you had done to gain this influential man’s trust, and you had hard time accepting it. But you had never been able to say no to him.
“I’m going to find you a cure, you know that, right? I have to, I cannot lose you Oya-... Kagaya-kun”, You told him determined to save him from his unjust and cruel fate. He had suffered enough, he deserved to be happy. His grab on your hand tightened, as it was almost desperate for a search of comfort. That was the only thing that gave him up on his next lie, but you were too lost in your mind to take notice of it.
“I know”, Even when he knew you wouldn’t.