#threads;;ayame

[demcnsden]

Plotted starter for @clemymimi

The woman was panting heavily in the training grounds in the middle of the day, with her hands bleeding from a wooden sword, slitting her flesh. Ayame was trying to hone her sword skills with her new breathing style, which all the corp members were perfecting. However, her father has been away on missions constantly, so she has been trying to learn the basics to join them on the front lines. Her grandfather and father were demon slayers, which was why they allowed her to use the training field, and Yoriichi had seen her determination of wanting to slay demons. So that is why he taught her breathing techniques like everyone else, even though some people did not agree.

Being raised within the corps, she did not have a mother to show her how to be a proper wife, so they had her help around the headquarters by taking care of the injured and doing laundry. However, she still always made time for training even after finishing all her chores. The sun was low in the sky as she felt her body sore, even though she was breathing correctly; her sword skills were sloppy. Plus, the sword was way too heavy for someone of her height to be using, but she had no other option. However, no one had been bothering to help the brunette, so she refused to ask.

Icy blue eyes glanced over when she noticed that someone else was in the training field as well. Blinking, she had not met this person yet, but she could see the similarities to Yoriichi; maybe he was related somehow. She was staring in awe as she watched the person move swiftly; she could see they truly had skill. Slowly walking closer, she was silent, just observing to see if she might be able to pick up on what she was doing wrong.

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Plotted Starter for @cryopathiic

The female Hashira had been sent to the red light district as rumors were circulating about a powerful demon using it as a feeding ground. A couple of slayers whom they sent to investigate previously had disappeared or stopped all communication, which suggests they were dead. So Ayame volunteered to go look around, as it would be easier for her to blend in as a woman. It was not hard for the woman to easily get accepted into a popular house, which needed more workers desperately, as many of them had run off. Patrons gathered round to listen to the young geisha who was rumored to play the best music.

Ayame was beautiful which attracted many men, plus she was on the shorter side, so she truly looked like a petite doll. The slayer had worked at the brothel for roughly two months when she heard rumors about a young, attractive patron who visited various brothels. Most of the oirans and geshia were smitten with him, but this made her more curious to meet this rumored man. Finally, it sounded like he was visiting the house she worked for, as she had just returned after slaying a weak demon on the other side of town.

The madam was furious that she was so late, as it was past time for her performance on the shamisen. Apologizing, she quickly changed into clothing covered in blood and dirt. Walking through the banquet hall, she focused on total concentrated breathing as her icy blue eyes observed everything around her. Elgantly, she approached the instruments before kneeling on the cushion, and her fingers moved quickly, plucking the strings to bring a piece to life. The piece that she was performing was difficult from the speed and pacing of the various notes, but for the Hashira, it was a breeze.

Her eyes glanced around as she performed, not missing a single note when goosebumps raced down her spine. A demon was here. Her instincts sent a chill down her spine as she straightened her posture even more. However, she kept pace with the music as her heart was beating like a thunderstorm inside her chest. She was trying to figure out who was the most suspicious being in the room. Her eyes settled on an attractive male who was surrounded by women trying to get his attention.

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Starter for @fallesto ((KNY muse?))

Ayame finished her shamisen performance before walking over to help serve the important customers within the brothel, even though she would not service them in rooms like the orians, her purpose was to provide the entertainment. The demon slayer hummed softly as her brown eyes searched for a target to sit next too as most of the men already had their arms full with multi-women. A smile curled up on her face as she walked towards a stranger with a playful smile moving elegantly as she sat right next to the person who appeared all alone. The reason she had been sent undercover in the red light district was due to it being a popular hunting ground for demons. She had been stationed here for nearly three months creating the perfect guise as a popular geisha in the Watahome House while hunting down a few stray demons. However, the woman knew that something bigger was lurking in the shadows. Compared to the number of weak demons there should have been, it meant that potentially a much stronger demon claimed this area as it’s hunting grounds or territory.

The woman’s voice was soft and delicate as she spoke, “My lord, would you like a refill?” Holding the sake jug, she sat down waiting to see what their response would be. She had never seen this customer here before so maybe they were someone new. Her silky hair was perfect buns almost like large wings on top of her head filled with various hairpins which had been gifts. Tonight had been a slow night and it appeared nothing was out of the ordinary, but that is what made the woman uneasy. Something deep down inside her gut was telling her that something bad would happen tonight which put her on edge. However, her body was flawless and calm in front of everyone else as she needed to be the perfect geisha. Sweet and dolce, but hidden within was a thunderstorm brewing just waiting to be released.

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Starter for @solxr-flare

Ayame felt her blade connect with the demon's neck just like the various counterparts, but she was quickly shoved away from the dragon heads, which smacked her around. The human crashed through a few tree trunks before passing out from the impact of the force. It felt like only seconds passed before she inhaled deeply, regaining her consciousness.

The brunette snarled as she felt her ribs were broken and her leg was twisted from landing improbably. Blood was covering her vision as she could not see anything past it, as her head was throbbing and her eardrums were ringing, which might have been caused previously by the soundwave attack.

The Thunder Hashira stood up, refusing to give in to her injuries. Pain was still a message that her brain received, which could be ignored. However, something strange had shifted in the air as it smelled like a storm was rolling in when it was just about dawn, but the demon almost felt like it had simply vanished. Her heart was racing as she slowly limped forward, trying to test the waters, not knowing how long she had blacked out from the last attack. Clenching her sword, she held it tight as she could not hear or see anything due to her injuries. Her senses were heightened from unlocking her slayer's mark, which littered her face and down her neck with cracks similar to lightning.

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Continued from here ~ @bodisattva

Everyone's gaze shifted towards the Ice Hashira, and the brunette couldn't help but roll her eyes at his suggestion. However, he did have a point about going alone, but he would not be much help. His appearance was too striking, and working as a patron would have him stick out like a sore thumb. "Douma, you have better chances dressing up as a geshia than a patron," Ayame said that statement in a calm, even tone, watching his reaction as she could see a few grins and some sneers from their fellow hashira.

The brunette hummed softly, waiting to see his reaction to see if he would try to play along or shrug off her joke. However, the female was serious due to his appearance being so attractive that he would be swarmed by women and men, maybe as a worker, he would be able to cover more ground that way with his social skills.

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Starter for @daemoniism

Ayame groaned as she slowly felt the fogginess that had been consuming her being lifted as she was coming back to her surroundings. The last thing she remembered was having drinks with a client who she suspected was a demon, but was trying to gather proof. The Thunder Hashira was undercover in the entertainment district as rumors were spreading about women going missing or running away, which made the demon slayers curious.

As her vision finally came back, she could hear bones snapping and loud munching nearby, echoing throughout the room as whimpers and pleas for mercy or help were whispered. As the brunette slowly became more aware, she felt her wrists would be bound above her head as her back was against the wall. The scent of blood was overwhelming to the slayer as she felt a wave of nausea rolling through her stomach, and she groaned groggily.

Her fingers were tingling as she was trying to see if she could move any of them, but her body was still mostly limp from the drug that had been in her system. However, the scene before her was gruesome as she heard a familiar voice calling out to her regarding her waking up. Blinking a couple more times, her icy blue eyes narrowed down, focusing on a blonde sitting halfway across the room, surrounded by corpses. It was women torn apart from simply white kimonos to more elaborate kimonos that would belong to brothel workers. Ayame was trying to force herself to move as she moaned from the stiffness in her joints, but her body was not registering her intentions. Most women would have been screaming by now from the scene; there were even a couple of the females who were still alive with pieces missing.

Pieces of flesh and muscle had been stripped away down to the bone, almost as if the demon had gotten bored before moving on to a new meal. They were left bleeding out slowly or choking on their own blood, whispering for help from the brunette. Her yellow kimono was torn apart and ripped away, leaving her in the bottom layers of the entire outfit. The slayer’s mind was still a little loopy as she grunted, trying to focus on her breathing, not noticing the demon creeping closer and closer.

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Starter for @divineiichor

The Red Light District was becoming more popular among the humans as they all gathered for the Orians and Geishas. The purpose was to indugle in sinful acts and forget all their troubles, but it was also a feeding group for demons. No one would have noticed when workers were going missing or even customers, at least that what demons believed. The Demon Slayer Corp had been keeping track over the last couple of months, when the missing reports were in the hundreds, they knew something needed to be done. So they assigned demon slayers to go undercover to see what demons were festering around.

The Thunder Hashira volunteered to go in case there were any powerful demons, and she did not want all the slayers to be sentenced to their deaths. It was simple, the mission was that she would act as a geshia while the ten other slayers would report to her weekly. Ayame slowly rose the ranks within the Kiyomizu Okiya house, becoming one of the most popular geisha in just a span of a few short weeks. However, the woman never forgot her duties as a demon slayer, as she would make daily reports on the number of people missing, demons slain, and the corp members reporting in weekly.

In just a short span of three months, the number of missing people was cut in half, and numerous weak demons had been slain. Still, the other undercover slayers had all gone missing and were silent. This made the hasira uneasy, as something more dangerous could be lurking in the shadows. Possibly one of the Twelve Kizuki might be lingering around. It made the female nervous, but she refused to run away in fear. She reported to the Master about the missing slayers and would wait for his instructions. He would either decide she would stay to gather more intel, send more agents, or tell her to leave the mission. Until then, the female was going to put on her best performance, as her guise of the geshia.

The Kiyomizu Okiya House was a spectacle of a carefully orchestrated, balanced atmosphere for the patrons and the girls. The air was high with a thrum of soft chatter from patrons, the clinking of teacups, and the strong scent of expensive perfumes. Each geisha and orian, from the most senior to the newest trainee, navigated carefully like a well-oiled machine, so everything was perfect. Ayame was wearing one of the finest kimonos that was a gift to her. She moved through the house like a swan, graceful and poised, captivating the attention of everyone within in room. The madam had summoned her that evening, something about a new trainee she wanted the woman to take under her wing.

Stopping before the madam, she bowed respectfully in greetings before her gazed shifted at the beauty next to her. The woman had raven color locks, and was much taller than Ayame, but held a mystous aura that would definaly drawn customers in. Smiling, she listened as the madam did the introductions, but she was silent, observing the woman as something about her made the slayer on edge.

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Starter for @kakashimultimuse

Ayame hummed softly as she walked into the tattoo shop, glancing around to see if Sukuna was finished with his clients for the day. It was getting late in the evening, and she had just finished closing her flower shop across the street for the day. Glancing around, her eyes landed on the male, who caused a smile to break out on her face. Her heart was racing inside her chest as she felt her palms getting a little sweaty as she walked towards the desk. Inhaling deeply, she found her courage.

Sukuna was an attractive man and she instantly became interested in him when she came for her first tattoo. She had come back a couple times since then only having him as her tattoo artist. The female had flowers on her left thigh that went up to her waist, plus a snake that was on her shoulder blade, twisting to her collarbone. "Good evening, Sukuna, how have you been?" It had been about two weeks since she had last spoken to him, but she always made sure to wave hi from across the street whenever she saw him outside.