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Shinazugawa Sanemi, the wind Hashira that everyone always has peculiar feelings about. His upbringing is probably one of the worst anyone ever encountered, granted his past was one of the most painful from the Hashira line but he knows what he is doing and he is never been more proud than where he stands, although he is deeply rooted with trauma and hatred–hatred towards everyone, his life is just killing demons and survive, he doesn’t have any apparent reason to befriend anyone except Obanai Iguro, snake Hashira, who he tolerates almost barely.

Missions upon missions he went through, and each time he survived and gained new strength and ability to eradicate demons.

“You will have to make room for yourself to accept her in your missions, it will be worth it to have a friend in your journey, Sanemi.” Kagaya Ubuyashiki, leader of the Demon Slayer corps nods at him, his eyes were that of a pale purple with a tinge of sadness, his smile is always like that of a sad crow, and his hair is short–simply black, well maintained. He looks very well groomed aside from the fact that he is cursed by the Gods for being in the same bloodline as Muzan…Kibutsuji Muzan, the demon lord himself. The first demon who ever walked the earth, the vile.

Sanemi scoffs, just now his mind is traveling everywhere. He respects Ubuyashiki, but he doesn’t favor the idea of going out with someone on his mission, let alone someone who is not sharing the same rank as him, he is Hashira for god’s sake! He doesn’t need anyone, he doesn’t need help, he doesn’t even want to recognize his own blood brother.

“Apologies for my words, master. But, I don’t think I need anyone to accompany me in any mission, I don’t need to be watched over or watching over someone. Let alone…”

“...Let alone me, dear Sanemi. I heard, yeah… I heard things…” Ubuyashiki isn’t looking straight in Sanemi’s eyes, he is busy playing and gawking at the wisteria tree that he has planted all around the mountains, they are taking a brief and beautiful walk, though even in winter the tree will still be here and springing, he coughs before continuing, “I heard that you are doing dangerous actions that can be harmful to you in the long run, Sanemi. I heard that you purposely hurt yourself and make yourself bleed so you can overwhelm the demons. You see, if I were a Hashira I would be very amazed by you, but…”

Ubuyashiki turns as he is looking at Sanemi, staring at him. The silver haired man is much taller and muscular than the small man with short black hair, he looks visibly weak and sickly while the latter is strong, muscular and jagged–his arms are very big, veiny as well as his palms along to his abdomen, to his chest and neck not to mention his thigh and footing, everything about Sanemi is huge and overwhelming, some will feel discomfort being around him.

“But I don’t recommend that way, I strictly forbid you to do it. As a result, I will arrange someone to be with all your missions, and will watch over you. She is from the Hinoto rank, she is agile and has amazing strength, although her durability is slightly lower than Mitsuri Kanroji. But being a Hinoto herself, she is exceeding my expectations. She is also a healer, focusing on medicine.”

The shorter man smiles, now his smile just seems very genuine for Sanemi to say no.

“The complete package.” Sanemi smiles back at Ubuyashiki, nodding before leaving the weakling man to tend his Wisteria garden. He heads back to his mansion as quickly as possible, sensing that the girl that the master speaks to is already there.

Every Hashira possesses their own mansions, each mansions are located near each other yet not too close but always centering around Demon Slayers corps, still within the same area, the kids who are not in Hashira rank yet have no mansion or houses, for they are always busy in a mission and will sleep anywhere they need to, sometimes when they don’t have mission and badly injured they will be in Shinobu Kocho’s mansion for medical attention.

Sanemi steps in his abode before being greeted by an unfamiliar presence, the scent of someone new that he hasn’t recognized before. The scent is sweet, almost like jasmine, white flower and green tea. The scent is alluring, almost ghostly.

You stand in the presence of Sanemi, the man you fear the most in your entire life aside from demons.

“Hello… I’m-”

“I don’t need your name.”

“But-”

“You chirp so much don’t you?”

“I-”

“Shut up.”

“But the master said I need to stay with you, and he also told me to reside in your mansion.” You are groggy, your legs have become very shaky and your hands clearly wobbly. Sanemi doesn’t even look you straight in the eyes, he looks straight towards the door of his mansion.

Hearing what you told him, he grunts before turning his face towards you. There is a split second of shock waving across his face, as he looks down at you. You know you are short, but you have never been this short that a man has to look down at you just to meet your eyes. As you are counting in your head, he is 179cm or in another…count he is 5’10”?? Your head rumbles by its own. He is freaking huge, you shook your head in disbelief earning an eyebrow raise from him. Demeaning you.

“Master says you can reside in my mansion, but he doesn’t tell me where you sleep.” Sanemi smirks, his lips curled up evilly… you follow his eyes as he trails to the small pond he has on the left hand side of his mansion, with rocks decorating around it and a slightly smaller willow tree than the normal one, it is also surrounded with beautiful and bright green color grass that look very nice to sleep on, a spring and summer nap.

“Under the willow tree, near the pond?” You ask him in disbelief, you look up at him with your eyes, the color that nobody likes even the slightest, not even you like seeing your own eyes.

He doesn’t answer as he nods agreeably, he walks past you as he sniffs another jasmine whiff from you, his knuckles going tight.

You watch him as he walks straight towards the mansion, atoning you alone with your bags and things.

You slept under the willow tree the previous night, in the fresh breeze of the morning mountains you open your eyes, your hair is covering your whole face as you don’t like the idea of tying them for too long, in some of your missions you also refuse to do anything with your hair, sometimes you just let it loose. The length is ridiculous, your hair already reaches your waist, with the bit ends a bit curly.

Your uniform is short, you don’t like to cover up as much because you are not used to it except for winter though your cleavage isn’t open like Mitsuri’s one, but you know your skirt is shorter, blouse and shirt are tighter, revealing your body shape without revealing any skin. You have a mostly skinny body, which makes the reason for your stamina and durability lower than anyone in your rank, far lower than Mitsuri’s but better than Shinobu’s in the slightest.

As you are getting up from laying down, you can feel something on top of your body lowering down to the ground, as you look briefly it’s a blanket, a blanket from tatami bed?

“Who’s…” You look at the blanket, looking at the pattern and the color it definitely belongs to a man, but no one resides in this place aside from Sanemi himself. Ubuyashiki told you that he is not friendly, and he doesn’t want to take anyone to be his tsuguko, not yet.

Rustling with the blanket, you found a note slipping out from the warm pile that writes:

Breakfast is in the main room, straight from the main door and then you take left.

Sanemi.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

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Trigger warning: strangling, choking, non-consensual touching (a bit-ish... actually you consent but you don't say it verbally.)

Turns out he cooks for himself. Apparently enough for two.

He made grilled fish with salt and garlic, smothered with onions paired with jasmine rice which is cooked near perfect with a little of mush and overwhelming steam to it. He doesn’t particularly like anything sweet, you guessed so by the nonexistence of dessert in the dining room. 

You haven’t uttered a single word ever since you arrived in the dining room, you made up your mind when you wake up to refrain from talking to him the entire time you’re near him, though it becomes hard when you realize he was waiting for you to start eating. He sits, head hung low.

Though, it is still hard to voice a single word when he is huge, looming there. He is very daunting… his eyes are spine-tingling–as if he has so much rage stored in them, you put your finger on your chin and tilt your head, this is the first time you ever saw him so close.

“What?” Sanemi looks at you in annoyance.

“Nothing… it’s just your eyes-” Stuttering is your forte, but this time it’s so bad because you are in the presence of someone you disdain.

“What?” His voice is bothering you, curt and strict.

“It just looks…” you paused yourself before continuing, not knowing if it’s the right thing to say to him, and yet you utter it anyway, “...angry.”

Sanemi’s eyes were angry before, but now he looks furious and fuming with rage–he gets up from his seat, tumbling down the meals he cooks for both of you. Before you know it, he slams you down on the wooden floor, your head hitting them hard enough that you groan as your eyes close in wincing pain. 

Sanemi is on top of you, straddling you with his huge thighs and enormous body–his palm tightly wrapped around your little neck.

“I don’t need you to say stupid shit like that, birdie. You are here as a guest. Stop prying me with your fucking chirp.” He taunts you, his eyes flaring with rage.

“I-I ca-can’t breathe-” You cough, you can feel your air pipe is tightening and obstructing you from having oxygen. His strangle is very rough and robust, very much expected from a Hashira, but he isn’t using that strength for a better use, in instance to kill demons… which annoy you beyond comprehension. What the hell is wrong with this guy? Your friends are correct to tell you that he’s dangerous.

Although Kanae and Shinobu told you that he is kind, kind?!

“I can snap your neck like a twig, that’s just how weak you are. You don’t deserve to be here.” Sanemi cocks his head aside, taunting you with his maniac smile, you can see his teeth gritted against his lower lips, as his grip is getting more strapped, you decide that it is best to use your strength back–although it may not work.

You push your entire upper body up against him, straining your neck with how much power he uses to push you down, you can feel your muscle is about to rip but this is the only way to get away from his choking or else you might just die an embarrassing death.

You wrap your small legs around his waist, pulling him straight down to your body. At first you thought it was the brightest idea to weaken him by driving him towards you, but now you can feel his height on top of you–your body feels like mush, why do you feel this way?

This position is crazy, his crotch is grazing against yours.

Sanemi jolts at you, he pushes his strangle on your neck a few power away from murder, as he moves he realizes that he is rubbing himself against you, he stops and weakens his strangle, unfocused.

You see this as an opportunity as you push up, you can feel your clothes ripping apart with the strength that you have accumulated from your rage. You use the breathing technique that Kanae Shinobu taught you–pumping your blood faster, which will make you stronger. The Demon Slayer corps’ uniform now is starting to rip apart, slowly, because the tension of muscle in your body is too much, the chest part of the uniform rips into a huge hole, revealing your bare cleavage.

Sanemi looks at your bare breasts, he too stops struggling and froze. His eyes are looking at your chest, your breasts popping just a few inches away from his eyes. You can feel the uneasiness from his crotch, as it feels like something is growing hard underneath.

He too realizes it, before pushing himself away from you, his heart is beating faster than yours–while you are using the full concentrate breathing technique. You inhaled the lost oxygen greedily, putting both of your hands on your neck as if you were just saved from drowning.

“Oh god!” You are gasping for air still, rolling your body to the side and coughing as you start to breathe normally to even your heart rate. Sanemi pushed himself away from you, but still too close for his own good, his eyes are trailing down from your now red face to your sweaty neck, your sweat is glistening your skin, mainly your cleavage–since you have huge ones, bigger than Mitsuri’s, but you are never bothered by them, they are your pride and you know you look hot regardless.

He is still gawking at your chest as he is getting up on his feet, now you are just looking at his insanely big legs and thighs. How can someone be this buffed and not tired carrying themselves with that much muscle they have? It’s ridiculous!

“Hey,” He looks down at you, since he’s very tall you need to look up, craning your neck.

“You’re so tall…” it doesn’t matter to you, you don’t care what he’s going to say next but having him stand up in front of you while you’re desperate on the floor is very amusing–he is one of a kind. The oxygen clearly hasn’t entered your brain yet, following as to why you are thinking that he’s kind of…no, no no. No way.

“Hey.” His rigid voice calling you again, snapping you from your imagination, you look up to see his face start to get red, you can also see his sweats forming irrevocably on his face, “You need to cover up. Idiot.” he adds, voice cold and harsh, heavy and thick.

“Why?” You look down to your bare chest, your cleavage is popping out deliciously–you knew the drill all too well, all men are the same. Since you grew up in the entertainment district you learnt a few things, “It’s just boobs.” You shrug, getting up on your legs as you daunt him, your eyes trailed to his gaze, which now he averts to you. He looks into your eyes not with rage or anger, but curiosity and tinge of…lust? Huh?

You can smell his scent, you can hear his heart beat and you understand his mind–aside from having a good sense of smell and hearing, you can also read a glimpse of someone’s mind, which the Master thought very useful in battle. You can read demons easier than humans, because they don’t have breaching thoughts that cloud their judgement and self, demons are boxed in one emotion at a time, they are easily guessed like a checker pattern: anger, hunger, anger, hunger, want and need. Meanwhile humans emotions are much more complex, hence you use that power more in battles than to people you engage with.

“Hmm.” He hums, this is the first time he’s talking to you with a calm notion, his voice is lower and flat, as if he is finally seeing you as human, as a girl. He hums again as the tip of his index finger touches the bare skin of your neck, he trails down to the center of your chest as the corner of his lips twitches, before he can do more his crow and yours come together distracting his benevolent thoughts and wandering finger.

“Mission! Mission! Mission for the Wind Hashira and his partner! Mission for the Wind Hashira and his partner!” Sanemi’s crow is like a beacon, a beacon of distress.

“Mission for you and Sanemi Shinazugawa! Go to the northeast mountain! The northeast mountain! Villagers are taken in dangerous amounts every night, especially women! Find out who did this and eradicate it if it's a demon!”

Shocked, you push Sanemi’s broad and hard brick chest away from you. You shove him, though you are the one wobbling and stumbling on your feet–as you are about to fall down, Sanemi catches you with both his hands, his face switches to not conveying any emotions.

“How can you be very clumsy and stupid? How did you manage to live all this time when you can’t even stand on your own two feet?” He remarks, letting you go after he realizes he’s helping you. There it goes his stupidly mean voice, freaking curt demeanor.

“Stop touching me then!” You huff, stomping out his mansion towards the willow tree you have made home of, preparing for your first mission with Sanemi Shinazugawa. It is going to be a stressful one.

Sanemi looks outside, his gaze empty yet longing to the willow tree.

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Trigger warning(s): non-consensual touching, inappropriate use of Sanemi's blade handle, manhandling, blood, hypnotizing.

The first mission with Sanemi is frightening. You hate the mountains more than normal missions, in here everything can be lurking, anything. But this mission is something else, women are gone, missing without a trace, no sense of them ever existing; what is worse than their kidnapping is how the families and friends of the abducted women seem not to realize that, they have forgotten ever having daughters and how many times Sanemi asks them, no trace of their memory.

Today marks the second day of the mission, walking around the village to ask about the missing women and it was in vain. Nobody knows anything. You sit down under the tree near the well with Sanemi, both of you resting after walking around the deserted village. The houses here look much older than previous villages or towns you visited, it seems like no one is paying much attention to their houses. The ground is weird, usually some crops will grow here and there, with flowers and grass but in this village you hardly see one. Curious.

Your eyes feel heavy as you doze off silently, Sanemi who is sitting beside you takes notice, he pushes your head with his knuckles.

“Oi…” Rumbles him, he always rumbles with annoyance.

“Hmm?” You turn your head slowly, lazily. Your eyes are half closed, mouth frowning. You try to flicker them open to no avail. But you can feel his fingers grabbing your jaw, thumb tilting your chin so your eyes will meet his’, he pulled you by your chin before groaning.

“Do not sleep. I didn’t tell you to sleep.”

“No point in doing something today, we already went around and…” You yawn before finishing, rubbing your eyes. His grip tightens on your chin, pulling you even closer to him, now you can smell his mint breaths.

“Open your eyes or I'll kill ya.” He whispers, his voice much calmer and gentler but his words provoked something in you.

Your eyes pop open only to be greeted by his boring eyes, his gaze onto you.

“Huh?!” Your voice can be heard from miles away, the birds are flying from the bushes of trees. Sanemi doesn’t reply, but he rests his chin on his own palm, studying your reaction–he doesn’t have one. Skiddling inches away from him, you turn around to see if anyone’s looking, not wanting to be affiliated with him in any stance.

“You are overreacting again. What's wrong with you?” He raised his eyebrows while puncturing his Nichirin Blade, it pierced right into the ground. Firm. The notion of his every move makes you utterly uncomfortable, working alone is nice, working with other slayers on your rank is also nice, but working with Hashira… this is your first time, and it will probably be the last.

You respect the Master so much to deny his request especially when he went on his sickly body to meet you in the Butterfly mansion. Healing from the past injuries, you expect a long break before warming up with other comrades, but the Master had other plans for you.

And now you’re in this shit hole with the shittiest person on the planet. No escape.

Before you yap back at him, to taunt him into another state of madness, you are hearing something peculiar echoing throughout the village.

Blood…

The jarring echoes go continuously for another minute, you start to get white–you have never felt such presence, you never heard such frightening and horrifying voices. You turn your head, looking left and right trying to calm down your nerves, you hate it when they sound so sinister and it’s rare for you to encounter this type of strength from a demon.

“What’s wrong?” Sanemi seems like he caught up to your panic, you tried really hard to conceal it but alas, he senses it anyway. He holds your shoulders, as your face is still looking left and right in haste.

"I’m here.” he whispers, his palms holding your cheeks.

You look at him dead in the eyes, nodding: “I found the demon.”

Sanemi and you tracked down the demon the rest of the day, and found yourselves in front of a brothel, a very big one with peculiar decorations. It looks like the place has entirely stopped aging, as if the building and decoration itself comes from a different era, with how everything looks you do realize that this place is where the demon hides. The pungent smell of blood is everywhere, Sanemi realizes it as well as he looks angrier every second passing by. 

“The smell of it drips from every corner of the brothel, the decorations seem out of time, the rotting color of the paneling… definitely here.” Sanemi grits through his teeth, grabbing his blade, but suddenly the door opens.

“I’m sorry but this place is not open for another hour, please come back soon…” an elderly woman walks out the door, she seems and smells like human–weird, “...and also, no women here unless you want to work.” She looks at you in disgust.

“I am working here, this is my master. He wants to offer me the best in town.” You chirp in hurry, nudging Sanemi who clearly looks confused.

“Y-yes Madam, she is one of the best out there and I am not selling her short to other places.” He clearly caught up, smiling sweetly–the type you have never seen before. He pushes you gently, hand placed on your small back, encouraging you.

“Well then.” The head woman smiled sinisterly, it looked scary for you and him. Both of you look at each other, first expressionless, then he looks as if he is worried, his eyebrows cease with disagreement, he looks down at you longer than he talks with you the entire mission.

“You worried?” You asked, looking up at his eyes, of course there is no answer from him, he turns his heels and leaves you behind. You breathe in before walking inside the brothel, knowing it is the dumbest decision you have ever taken.

And without further thinking, you know this is probably going to be the last night you live.

The overwhelming smell of blood surges your nose, numbing your legs and hands, it feels so heavy that you can’t lift up or do anything–everywhere in this building is painted and created by blood, the demon art?

“This is going to be your room, get ready.” The only thing the woman said before she left, you quickly changed your outfit to the traditional kimono with a dark colored base, the flower pattern on it varies. Styling your hair in a quick bun, tightening it with the butterfly hair decoration…lips red, painting your eyes with cherry red color–the perfect woman there is. As the moon shines beautifully, the brothel opens up its mystery.

Time after time it passes, the moon shifts and suddenly you feel it: the presence knocking at your door, the aura of the demon is so heavy that your legs are shaking so badly, you start to sweat underneath the beautiful Kimono. A man so perfectly handsome walked in, he’s very tall in which you are calculating his height with approximately 190cm, his hair’s caramel blond styled in semi spike, and his wardrobe’s just straight ashy black Kimono for male. His nose is sharp, jaw is chiseled and eyes are light brown, he looks almost insanely human–the smell of him is what gives it away, and the colors of his nails are changing, you pretend you didn’t notice.

“This is the first time a woman doesn’t greet me properly when I enter the room. Did I do something wrong to upset you this much, sweetheart?” His voice is very gentle, like when he speaks a wave of calm gushes over you, and you feel at ease in his presence that your body weakens, the tense in your muscle loosens.

“N-no…I apologize for my behavior…It’s just-” you stumble through your word when you see him approaching you, the more he walks towards you the more you can smell his pungent smell yet his blood demon art is making you feel calm and attracted to him, as if you are scared but you refuse to run just for the thrill of it.

He opens his kimono to reveal a very toned build, his body is stocked with abs and muscles, veins are like trails in a pirate's map–he is the definition of a fallen angel if there was one. You gulped, slowly falling to your knees. The bother you feel now runs through the course of your body, you can feel the back of your neck start to boil hot as your chest is beating in eagerness, you can feel hotness in between your legs, like you want him to use and devour you.

This demon’s blood demon art is like an aphrodisiac.

Your mind tries to warn you to stay back, get your sword in the pile of clothes in the wardrobe closet, but it’s too late now that he already caresses your cheeks with his palms, his fingertips feel warm and melting on your skin–it feels like the best thing you’ve ever felt.

“Good girl, my beautiful girl…have I ever seen you around here, sweetheart?” He hums, his fingers trailing down to your chest, caressing the upper part of your breast as you shake your head.

“No, I’m not part of this village.” Your voice’s like a whisper, he chuckles before grabbing one of your breasts, kneading on to it as he inhales your hair.

You feel like you are going to explode in anger, but also in pleasant as his touches send thousands of tingles throughout your body. You start to move and shift your body, wanting friction in between your legs. The demon understands, he gives up his foot, nodding as if he wants you to ride it.

The demon bends his body low enough to get near your neck, and he bits you as he sucks your blood. This however cut you through the limbo he traps you in, the hypnotizing snaps as you get back to your senses, turns out the moment he bites or devours any of his victims is the moment the blood demon art finishes.

You push your body away from him with all the strength that you got, stumbling him down.

“Beautiful! I love it when they fight! Makes me even hotter!” He hollers, laughing maniacally.

“Shut the fuck up.” You groaned, trying to fix your Kimono at the same time stopping the bleeding on your neck, you need the blood but what is the point if your blade is inside the wardrobe?

“So mean.” He pouts before jumping into your direction, he goes all fours like an animal–his fangs grow big and long, the back of his Kimono transforms into a leopard pattern, you deflect his attack by jumping on the wall, trying to get into the wardrobe.

“Why do you keep running! Come here little bunny!” The joy in his voice disgusts you, he leaps around the room like the apex predator that he is, trying to distract you–on the last strike that you got it throws you directly into the wardrobe room, destroying it.

“Now I get to feast.” He stalks into the destroyed room, now standing on his two feet. Before he knows it, he can feel a change in your smell, “Huh?! A demon slayer?! You?!” his shock annoys you more than his attacks.

“I can’t believe they accept whores now as part of the Corps!” He giggles, closing his mouth with his hand, revealing pink colored nails. Pink? Happy?

“You are probably the most idiotic demon I have ever encountered.” You blurt, standing with your blade.

“Hmm…” The demon tilts his head, his palms still covering his mouth but the nail color changes into red. Red is annoyed. “Yet you are running out of blood in the presence of a demon, my name is Horamu. Nice to meet you.” Horamu places his palm on his chest, bowing his caramel blond head. His nails are green, green is joy.

Bowing, he lifts his head with his sinister gaze and devilish smirk before leaping on to you again, now he is striking your face, “Blood demon art-”

You stand firm on your ground, left leg behind your right as you breathe in for full concertation breathing, but it gets disrupted by the sudden entrance of Sanemi, he barges into the room, ruining the other part of the square.

“First Form: Dust Whirlwind Cutter.” His voice booms the window as he dashes forward at a very blinding speed, whilst slashing continuously in a horizontal and cyclone whirlwind pattern. This breathing technique hurt Horamu enough.

“Took you so long to finish this one.” Sanemi grunts, running towards you as he grabs your hair, you shriek in pain, “If you are not going to fight, let me handle this.” He pushes you down, to hide behind his legs.

Horamu smiles, he claps his hand together before saying “Couple!!!” cheerily, his nails show pink again, he adds: “It’s good, I already bit her and my venom is already in her blood…by now she will feel like she wants to have sex with someone or she dies!” Now his nails are flaring pink, shocking pink. “That’s how I get all those women to sleep with me, they want me so badly that they can’t think straight so when I ask if I can kill them, they agree. Beautiful art, isn’t it?”

“You sick bastard.” Sanemi replies, he is too caught in the demon’s rage bait that he strikes forward, but this is what it wants, he grabs Sanemi by his waist, pulls him to his hug before throwing him up on the ceiling, the silvered hair guy drops on the floor in an instant. You didn’t hear any cracks, so he is fine.

Horamu stalks towards you again, he starts to strip open his Kimono fully, he is completely naked and majestic, it annoys you so much how disgusting he is, but beautiful.

Sanemi wakes up, he yells from the other side of the room: “Run, idiot! If you can’t fight, run!” as he gets up and takes his blade, he is about to strike another breathing technique before you get on your stand once again.

Shifting your left leg, with your right one slightly bent you inhale deeply–your left hand is grabbing the handle of your blade as your right nails scratch to your wounds, the blood on your right hand is enough as you smear it on your blade.

“First Form….” Your left leg pushed your whole body to the quickest strike, with your blood swaying waves of blood, it looks like the whole room is being danced around by tides of blood, your blood. This overwhelms Horamu as he smells too much blood, and yours is one of the most sweet scents, as he looks around the room in awe and hunger, you fly in front of his face with your blade near his neck, “...Blood of My Blood.” and beheaded him when he least expects it.

Sanemi got up from where he was laid down, ruffling his Hashira uniform, he walked towards you slowly before tapping your shoulder.

“Did great.” He ruffles his hair, but he doesn’t stop doing so by this time he looks like he just has lice on his scalp.

“What are you doing?” You look up at him, the height difference isn’t really helping and it starts to piss you off.

“Nothing.” Now he scratches his nape, looking at the side unable to look at your face, you didn’t give him any replies so he turns his head, meeting your eyes, but it quickly fades as he realizes your neck is bleeding so much.

“Your neck.” He darts his chin towards it, you just smile simply before mouthing ‘I know’.

“It will be okay, don’t you worry, Shinazugawa.”

As you turn your heels around to get your bags of medicines and uniform, you feel the demon’s venom still inside you as you fall down on the floor. Sanemi quickly got on his feet to help you, but as he sees your face is covered with sweat and your eyes are twinkling with need, your breathing is shallow.

“Oh.” Is the only thing he said, and you replied, “Yeah.” The venom is happening, you feel an urgent need in between your legs.

“Let me help you.” Sanemi said, his voice flat as if he wasn't just offering sexual help.

“Wh-what?!” You asked him, definitely screaming on his face at this point. He bit his lower lip, nodding again before lifting you up–he carried you as his hands slipped between your thigh grabbing you up for leverage, your pussy grazing his crotch.

“Please just put me down.” You huffed, getting anxiety from the need of pleasure as the scent of Sanemi is now overwhelming you, fresh mint and Ohagi. You placed your chin on his shoulder, getting comfortable as you nuzzle your lips in the crook of his thick neck.

“Don’t do anything stupid yet.” He whispers, his voice is very calm as one of his palms patting the back of your head. You have never received this type of treatment from anyone, not even your mother.

You just moaned, shaking your head as your body temperature spikes up, “Just leave me here, it’s okay.” You shoo him away, but he refuses to bug as he places your back against the wall, your legs still wrapping around his, you lay all your whole weight against the wall.

“Trust me on this.” His voice is breathy, knowing you support your weight against the wall and your legs wrapped securely around his waist, he took his blade out from his waist, your eyes crazed in panic.

“What?! Are you going to kill me?!” You jolt, squirming before he handled your waist and grip it hard, telling you to stop moving. He flips his blade, now his free hand is holding the sheathed blade instead of the handle, this stress you as he aims the free handle in between your legs. You froze.

"W-wait Shin-shinazugawa..." The panic certainly palpable on your face.

Sanemi places you down on the ground, positioning your body on all four but your face is facing the wall. You can't seem to do anything because he's pressing your body down with his whole hand by grabbing your hair, one of his huge leg positions in between your legs, while the other is upholding him.

"Stay still." He whispers, his deep growl sends chills down your spine, skittering on your clothed skin. This is so dirty, being on four on the floor while Sanemi is in between your legs, this is something that will kill you if you can see it.

Sanemi wraps his hand that was grabbing your hair towards your face, he closes your eyes with his big palm-you groan when he doesn't just stop there because you can feel something is grazing your pussy.

"Wh-what?" Your voice breathy, almost voiceless. You can feel something very hard is grazing on your clit, but it's not Sanemi's, "Calm down." His voice echoing on top of your head, his lips pressed against your hair. He's moving his blade's handle on your clit, masturbating you with it.

You can feel your entire body flare up when you realized, the utter shame and embarrassment, the fucking audacity of him not wanting to touch you but is touching you at the same time-he's the biggest dickhead, but you can't refuse, it feels so good.

"F-fuck..." Moaning, you pushed yourself back to get more friction from his blade's handle, seeing this, Sanemi grumbled and mumbles under his hasty breath before throwing his blade aside, "Hell with this." He snapped, grabbing your hair with one hand and the other on your waist, he slams his hard dick against you-pushing your head downward, flat faced on the floor.

He keeps grinding, his grab on your waist tightening-you can feel your entire body shaking as you're almost reaching your limit, but Sanemi doesn't care and he doesn't stop, he fucking relish on the feel and warmth of your pussy, the idea of having you but not having you at the same time is delicious torture-what's more exquisite is feeling his clothed crotch dampening because your wet pussy.

"I can't, Shinazugawa I'm-pee-" You fell on the floor, your legs and arms have betrayed holding you up-if you keep it, you're going to pee. Sanemi pulled your Kimono upward as he pushed himself closer into your pussy, harder, "It's not enough." He barks, pulling his whole pants down as you heard the rustling.

He grabs your stomach, moving your body closer to him-you're almost there, but when you feel your wet pussy grazing against Sanemi's huge dick, it's over for you. You can feel the tip of his cock softly grinding against your clit, circling and pressing it hard enough for you to shake. Sanemi grinds his rock hard shaft against your clit two more times when you exploded, squirting all over the destroyed room. "Shinaz-" you yelled, grabbing whatever you can grab as your face flat screamed to the wooden floor, entire body shaking and pee streaming down between your legs still. Sanemi feels your pussy drenched more on his veiny dick before grinding one extra time, prodding your clit “Fuck.” He spits, cumming all over your wet thighs, he stays there for another three seconds then finally drops your stomach, making you lay on your face.

Calming down with the void, the silence filled the room aside from his breath calming down, Sanemi sits down beside you, hair sticking on his forehead, chest rising, he closes his eyes. You laid there on the floor with your Kimono ruffled, revealing your ass. Stars and moon have danced better tonight, as it disappears into the clouds just in time when your highs have become lows, and the venom of blood demon art has left your body completely: you can feel the utter embarrassment before you scrambled inside the destroyed wardrobe, cursing in every language known to humankind.

Shame. Embarrassment.

When you're done with everything, came out all fresh and clean wearing Demon Slayer Corps uniform, Sanemi has left the room, he left the building and is waiting for you right in front of the village’s exit, not uttering another word as you two made way back to his mansion.

The night has become tangled with lust and unspoken secrets, the scent of shame and embarrassment also domination and power.

“Sanemi Shinazugawa the Wind Hashira won with the help of his companion! Head back to the mansion! Head back to the mansion!” His crow squeaks.

You walk with head hung low, face red as crimson, lips trembling-few meters behind the ridiculously tall, cold hearted, silver haired of a douche.

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ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ [ @sainn1129 ] ᴏɴ ᴛᴡɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ⋊

Trigger warning(s): blood, self harm, size kink, foul language.

You. Do. Not. Want. To. Look. At. Him.

You refused to look at him for the rest of the mission, the walk back to his mansion was also hell because every time you accidentally met his eyes, he would look away and grunted. The two of you know that there was a line that was crossed, and there is no turning back. Sanemi has always disliked you for his personal reason and you never once ask him why, but the way he treats you just made it easy to hate and rage bait him back. The two of you have an intimate kind of hate for each other, the kind that you don’t know the reason for, it just grows.

It starts whenever he’s around, you just get anxious or whenever you arrive where Sanemi stands, he will be annoyed briefly thus leaving. The first time it happened was when Sanemi was sharpening his blade, you accidentally met his eyes then trips on all his belongings, his reaction? throwing his blade away, kicking his belongings even further–storming out the mansion. From then on, you purposely make him annoyed, purposely walk slower, purposely talk louder and purposely stomp your feet hard when you walk in the hallway–you just want to piss Sanemi and it works every time.

Today is the first day after you reached home from the mission, you are still avoiding Sanemi at all cost, and he’s probably doing the same thing as you never find him in the mansion at the same time. There’s things bugging your mind for the past days; you loathe him, you hate his guts for the way he speaks, treats, and handles you yet that night when he carried and touched you, it feels different, no anger? 

But there is one tiny feeling inside your heart; loneliness when he’s not around, you try to reason with this–whenever he’s around nothing good comes out from the both of you, he’s either angry or being a douche at the same time you can’t shake the feeling that it’s not right, the emptiness echoes throughout the mansion…every step you take it feels burdened by his absence.

“What is this feeling…” you mumble, clutching your heart. So you decided to practice your moves as it is the only thing that can subside the weird feeling, you keep your swordsmanship in the best interest of yourself, dancing with the swords allowing your body to move like the waves is your favorite part of the day, since you have always wanted to be a dancer. But growing up in the entertainment district, there is no such thing.

You stabbed your sword into thin air before hearing a womanly giggles, the voice is like a beautiful melody floating with the wind.

“Hehehe, thank you so much for today, Sanemi!” She cheerfully admits, Sanemi on the other hand is opening the gate to his mansion.

“You are welcome, you must go now it’s almost late. Make sure to take the safe route to your mission, Kanae.” Sanemi smiles, it’s so genuine that you lowered your focus and sword just to watch their interactions. His gruff hand placed on top of Kanae’s crown, patting her hair. “Do well, don’t die.” His hand is still caressing her. The smile on Sanemi’s face is like a beaming sun after a nonstop hurricane, something you never knew existed but is there.

You cleared your throat, caught them off guard.

“Ah! My, my! You are still here! I’m glad Sanemi is taking care of you! How are you, love?” Kanae’s face turns crimson red, her cheeks are burning with different shades of redness–you knew that she was embarrassed, but for whatever reason? Is she dating Sanemi Shinazugawa? You can’t ask her that, though.

You smile sweetly, a genuine smile because you know Kanae is the nicest Hashira there is.

“Yes, luckily I am alive. Limbs still intact and all.” Your awkward laughs seal the deal that you saw what the two had been doing, this made Kanae slightly uncomfortable, Sanemi stares at her, before looking at you in a weird expression you can’t fathom.

“Why are you standing here? Creep. Go back to doing whatever and don’t ever eavesdrop again. You are making things uncomfortable.” He spat, walking past you nonchalantly.

“Ah…what is wrong with him? Please don’t mind the way he talks, okay? Just focus on your things.” Kanae smiles at you, waving goodbye as you close the mansion’s gate.

You dropped your sword, standing still. You don't know why your heart feels very heavy, like there is a lump inside that makes you feel like shit–you turn around to see nobody is around you anymore, the tall guy with silver hair is gone. Another loneliness.

Since that day you saw Sanemi with Kanae, six days have passed and you successfully ignored Sanemi at all costs. Every time he’s home you try your best to avoid him; whenever he enters the reading room you immediately take your way out, whenever you were eating in the dining room and he arrived, your legs leaped out of his sight. To the point where you were practicing your swordsmanship and he walked to you, you quickly ran out of the mansion. Six days you can’t find out what happened to you, but you know deep down that you are hurt by his actions. But which actions?

Ignoring Sanemi is the best thing you can do right now after everything happened in the first mission, thus this is what’s best for him–he doesn’t like you that much anyway, whenever you’re around you always pissed him off.

Until on the seventh day you stumbled across him again, walking in the same aisle but towards a different direction, you walked past like any other day whilst quickly running away from him, but this time he stopped you.

“Why are you not talking to me?!” Sanemi barks at you. This made you stop your legs from going anywhere.

You didn’t answer him, but instead turned your head to the side, looking him dead in the eye and continuing walking slowly. You could’ve gotten far away from him by turning right yet he yanks your hair–the downfall of never tying your hair is that anyone can reach you easily, like an obstruction. His fingers ran deep into the roots of your hair, he yanked you against his broad body, your back thud right into his huge build.

“Ignoring me?” Sanemi’s voice low, his fingers still buried inside your hair. You don’t want to break the record of not talking to him for days, you stand your ground.

Sanemi, as everyone knows, is very tall and big, and everyone also knows that you are very small and petite, if this is going to be a fight, you will definitely die.

You didn’t respond. This sends him to another type of annoyance.

He turns and slams you against the wall, caging you inside his huge body with both of his ragged hands on the sides of your head, he’s breathing in rapidly.

“Can’t run away again,” he whispers, threatening you with his eyes, he stares at you who can’t even look him in the eyes. “Look at me.” He demands, you still don’t want to.

“You are going to regret this if you don’t look at me.” He threatens again, this time you finally look up with your empty gaze, you tried not to give him any reaction in case you trigger him or whatsoever. You craned your neck, looking up–your eyebrows shot in a questioning manner.

Sanemi chuckles, he drops down one of his hands, “You asked for this.” His right hand’s grabbing your face. This is the first time you actually feel it, the way his huge palm’s covering almost the entirety of your small face, something is scrunching again in your chest.

“Such a small face,” He sounds breathy now, almost desperate, “Wonder what will happen if I crush you.” You can hear his breathing has gone awry. His eyes hooded yet softening in.

“Talk to me, birdie.” His thumbs now grazing on your lips, he especially loves how it feels against his thumbs and he’d be lying if he said he wants to stop touching it, he’s dragging the way he touches you just so he can feel more.

“Supple lips.” His gaze focused on how his big thumb is against your pink lips, you always love glossy lips, you made the serum with honey and strawberry as it plumps them, making them look tasty. “I have never realized it will be this soft, because you always talk a lot.” He continues, his thumb never stopping. “So talk to me, stop me from realizing small details about you that I don’t need.”

You shook your head, still didn't want to say anything. Though, you are thinking what does he mean by that?

Sanemi loves this. He is incredibly proud of how good you are holding on for the past six days, but seven days? Really? He has gotten insane that you are not talking to him, he is used to the silence but ever since you arrived he finally has someone that he can interact with, even though it’s getting him angry all the time. Since you are here, the walls of his mansion have expanded as if giving him space to breathe.

“Fine.” Sanemi drives his thumb inside your mouth. Your eyes popped wider, trying to say something but you refuse, you are not talking to him. Ever.

“You are very stubborn, let me hear your voice.” His thumb goes deeper into your mouth, circling on the lap of your tongue, your eyes get watery of how much it tickles, in a good way. He smirks at you, Sanemi fucking loves how small you are compared to him–the man never fully admits it, but seeing you, short and looking up to him just to see him eye-to-eye…the way your body sways near him, making him feel like he’s huge? He thinks about it a lot and why it affects him, now he has his thumb inside your small mouth. Your lips are so small compared to his thumb, and your tongue? He doesn’t know what you’re doing to him.

“You have been ignoring me for a week. I want to hear your voice. I hate to say that I miss it.” Driving his thumb deeper inside, he too makes a very demanding face expression, “Open wide for me.” His groans send you away, you open your mouth big enough for his entire thumb to roam in, your eyes are watery but it never strays away from Sanemi’s gaze–his eyes are lazy, clouded with lust and needs he doesn’t know how to eradicate. He moans at the sight of you being so obedient for him, though this is all wrong.

“You are so good, so so good.” His head hung low, and it hung lower so he could reach the level of your neck, this is when it starts to go down for you. Goodbye seven days of cold shoulders.

Sanemi, with his full sanity, bites your neck–he doesn’t stop there, he licks and laps his tongue on your skin, the way you taste makes him grunts and groans, he loves how you always smell like flowers and white tea, but your taste? Your taste made him see stars and moons.

You arch your back, grazing your huge tits against his opened chest, he mutters “Shit.” under his breath.

Sanemi’s thumb doesn’t stop roaming your mouth, trying to make you talk to him by pressing it lightly on your tongue, his own mouth is kissing your sweaty neck and your tits keep grazing against his skin–you are overwhelmed with everything. Your legs shake dreadfully, the pulse of your pussy is going so hard, it hurts.

“What are you doing to me?” Sanemi’s whispers almost sound like a ghost, you can feel his body temperature rising, he is trying to manage his breathing and heart rate, huh?

Does it affect him as much as it affects you too?

“Talk to me.” He moans, his voice sounds raggedy as his throat bobs, fuck, the way you know his jaw clenches and tensing by his own words? Screw him “I do not need to beg for you to talk.” He adds, withdrawing his thumb from your mouth–the string of your drool coats his big thumb, his head placed against your shoulder as he takes your thumb into his mouth.

“Even your taste is sweet, I wonder…” he trails, getting on his knees and he’s still halfway tall, this guy’s crazy. You try to close your eyes and escape to your own mind, but how is that possible when Sanemi Shinazugawa is fucking you up?

“Do you know…” Sanemi mumbles whilst rustling with your skirt, “On my knees like this we almost have the same height…” His palms are grazing your inner thigh, you bite your lips to refrain from saying anything. “That’s just how small you are. A pathetic flightless bird.” His low voice shakes your bones–his tone is low, always sounds like he’s brooding and tough, it sounds mean and when he raises his voice your whole body just vibrates, like a growl, how could you even manage to still stand up?

“You are still not talking to me? Huh. What a pity.” Sanemi’s palms are still ghosting on top of the inner skin of your thigh, “If I do this would you talk to me or hate me?” His palms skittered up, grabbing the hem of your underwear, pulling it down.

The shock got to you, from standing up on your ground you’re sliding down so fast that your face is in front of Sanemi’s yet your short legs are tangled on his shoulders, he chuckles darkly before diving his face in between your legs. His teeth pulling your soaked underwear, ripping it apart with one swift pull, he is strong after all, it doesn’t surprise you.

“You are wet.” He remarks, his tongue licking your inner thigh, his tongue could’ve gone higher before you yell so hard the windows of his mansion rattled.

“Stop!!!” You screamed, pushing Sanemi’s whole 179cm height off your body, he tumbles back.

“Finally I can hear your voice again.” The laughs that came out from his mouth were new, you never hear him laugh in such a manner towards you. But the way he reacts is so different from the way he treats you just seconds ago, as if he doesn’t just make you a mess. 

He fixes his Hashira uniform which he never buttons up anyway, his broad chest and abs are for the world to see, he gets up, looking down on you.

“You are a pathetic mess. Fix yourself.” His cranky self is back, crossing his arms against his chest still looking at the way you are puddled on the floor.

“Stupid! Why would I want you to do anything? Just leave me alone.” You grumble through your moves, trying to fix your uniform up to decent.

“What makes you think I want to do anything with you? Don’t it get all over your head.” His voice flat, no trace of emotions palpable on his face.

His actions always hurt you physically but his choice of words are the real murder, you hate it when he talks mean like that as if you don’t matter to him.

“Can we at least talk about the last mission?”

“What about it?” He turns his heels, walking away from you.

You follow him behind, skiddling with your legs, “About what happened.” You firmly replied.

Sanemi stops his walk, and doesn't turn back at all. You accidentally bumped on his huge back, hurting your nose. “Ouch.” You cried, touching it as if it would run away, Sanemi still doesn’t respond and you think it’s best to leave it at that, but you want an answer.

“About how we shared an intimate moment of…” You sheepishly look down on your socks, your toes curling, you can feel your head getting red remembering the moment he pressed down his huge dick on your wet pussy, grazing clit gently.

“There is nothing we shared that night.” Sanemi turns to you, knowing that he’s staring you down right now makes you unable to look up, your socks look very appealing and interesting today.

“B-but…”

“No buts. Nothing to talk about because nothing happened. What kind of an idiot are you? Are you fucking stupid?” His huge hand grabs your hair, pulling your head up so you will look at him when he talks, Sanemi doesn’t like it when you always look somewhere else when he’s talking.

“If you can’t understand me, then understand this: There was nothing happening between us because I simply don’t care about you. I don’t want to be troubled by drawbacks. Master sends you to me, you are my subordinate and I do not care for any subordinates.” Sanemi rambles on, still looking down at you with a hand grabbing your thick hair, knowing your eyes already skittered up at him when he has his grip on you, makes you feel like throwing up.

“But you helped me wi-” You used the courage left in you to at least debate him, because you know it must be something that he wants to engage with you intimately a week ago and ten minutes just now.

“I fought with you not because I care about you. I will never fight for someone I don’t care about. I fight because it’s my duty as Hashira, I should be there because I am the Wind Hashira and that was my mission. Do not mistake it as fondness? Are you kidding me?” He sounds very aggravated, banging his free hand on the wall beside him.

“But just now you're...” Stuttering, your eyes look down as your fingers crumpled the hem of your skirt. Sanemi still holds your hair, eyes piercing through with no emotions at all, he grabs you closer to his face, “Because you fucking piss me off. Why are you staying in my mansion, eating my food and ignoring me for seven days? Where is your gratitude? Did your parents teach you anything? I bet not so at least I taught you something. Never bite the hand who gives you food.” he breathed out, releasing your hair from his grip.

Those last words hurt you. Sanemi has hurt you physically before, but it was nothing but mere rage–Master has reminded you that he has severe anger issues because of his horrible past, but this time is not an anger issue, this time he’s just being a douche. 

"You said you only fight because you're the Wind Hashira and you fought with me not because you cared about me?" You taunt him, your nose flaring in anger.

"Correct. Hell, finally getting there." Sanemi's hands on his waist, gesturing his head to the side, mocking you. Sanemi loathes you, and you hate him–but something is just not right when those words come out of his mouth, it feels like an arrow has shot through your heart, what pisses you off more is that Sanemi doesn’t look bothered at all.

"But you'll fight for dear Miss Kanae Kocho for her to be safe, just because." The smirk that you let out was probably his last trigger before marching on to you full force, he pushed you hard enough that both of you are thrown out of the mansion's aisle. Landed on the ground, you quickly got on your feet, none of you are bringing blades right now so it would be safe enough.

Sanemi yells, "Stupid girl! Take that back." He launches at you, have been calculating his moves from the first mission you quickly slide aside on the ground, your face almost kissing the grass and stones.

"Go to hell, Shinazugawa." You spit on his face, he roars in another level of rage before punching your face; this knocked you down so hard that you start coughing blood, he sure as hell ripped something inside your cheeks. You spit out another blood from your mouth, it just run like waterfall now. "Fuck." You spit again, Sanemi freezes almost like he couldn't believe what he just did. His eyes turning softer, tad bit. "He-hey..." Sanemi's stutters are new to you, but this time you don't give a shit.

Walking towards you, he almost reach out for his hand before you use the cupped blood on your palms. "Third form: The Impaler of Blood." You charge your blood at him, it forms as a blade leash made of crystalized blood, as you grabbed that impaler in your hand pushing your whole body weight up with your legs, thudding Sanemi off his balance and onto the ground, your small body quickly crawled on top of him, straddling his huge body with your little legs.

Sanemi's eyes widened as he knows what you are going to do by straddling him, with the blood impaler at hand you grabbed it with both hands-taking it as high as you can before pushing it all down with all your might towards his chest, but you can't sense any fear off him, he's excited. Freaking weirdo.

The only problem is your small body couldn't possibly capture his whole huge self, you can only straddle his legs but his arms roam free. This is the biggest advantage of his as he rolls you down, topping you.

"Caged once again." His smile looks so deranged that it makes you uncomfortable, your blood impaler is grabbed from you. He positions it on your neck instead, ready to slice you open, "The hell if I know you can use this as your other blade. Amazing breathing you got there." His body unfazed as you are squirming under him. "But you're not strong enough to take me down." He cocks his head aside, puncturing your blood impaler on your neck, resulting in more bleeding.

"Wrong to do that." You chuckled, "Second form: Blood of The Spider Lily." The blood on your neck starts floating and charging towards Sanemi's face, latching onto his skin like an ice, it's blood but it's extremely cold, dotting on his skin as it starts to spread like flowers' roots. Sanemi falls back, he doesn't scream but tries his best to get the blood off his face, he can start to feel his nose and eyes are hot-as if something is moving inside.

"Do you enjoy dying, Shinazugawa?" You squat next to his squirming body, by this time he can't speak anymore as your blood has gone through his eyes, nose, and mouth almost blooming into a beautiful red spider lily, you control your blood from your fingers-this form is your favorite, as it can be controlled through your blade or hands as long as there's your blood. It's the most beautiful thing, they will feel utterly cold, choking as if they're drowning and the when the flower blooms completely they'll die. You can hear his heartbeat going slow.

"Apologize, Shinazugawa." 

"Hell with you!" He got up, pushing you down on the ground again as he stomps on both of your hands so you couldn't do anything anymore, you can only control your blood with your hands. "You are crazy!" Putting more pressure on his feet, he pressed deeply as you can feel your wrist starts to crack. You winced in pain, "Kill me or I will kill you after this!" You screamed as he squats on top of your hands, "Try it, you are feisty." He loves seeing you struggle. This is the first time Sanemi ever encounter someone who actually fights him rather than run, and almost successfully murder him in broad daylight.

It fucking turns him on.

Before you said another word, a crow arrived with Master Ubuyashiki and Amane Ubuyashiki both of them fall agape seeing how Sanemi's mansion is half ruined, with blood sputtering everywhere and covering the both of you. Master Ubuyashiki sighed, he looks disappointed as both of you quickly bow down to his presence.

"You two, come with me." Master motions. Sanemi looks down at you with calmed down anger, nudging his chin for you to go first-as he follows you behind.

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warnings: blood, foul language, Sanemi being mean.

Master Ubuyashiki comes to have a talk with Sanemi and you, usually he’ll summon Hashira meeting or a meeting with certain Hashira at the Demon Slayer Headquarters, but this time he decided to take the short journey with his crow and wife to visit Sanemi’s mansion for whatever reason and sadly he saw everything.

Sanemi on top of you, trying to kill you as his hand holding the blood impaler against your neck, eyes burn with rage and spite whilst you’re under him screaming and shaking for your dear life; cussing and spitting on him like your whole body is on fire–Master Ubuyashiki doesn’t say anything, he just has the most disappointed plain smile and usher both of you to follow him for a chat. Amane and the crow also pretend like they didn’t see anything, there weren’t any expressions from them.

The huge man sits next to you, both facing Ubuyashiki.

“Sanemi…” Ubuyashiki nods to him, the curse hasn’t run through his eyes yet, he can still see but unable to move much of his fingers. “Thank you for finishing this mission, also thank you, Miss.” Master nods to you, you smile in return. Sitting beside Sanemi after the fight and whatever thing he did just then, playing with your mouth and licking you…is awkward and troublesome especially on the last mission with the petting. You keep fidgeting, making him pissed.

“Stop fidgeting.” He whispers with a haste tone, eyes still on Master Ubuyasahiki as he’s talking about how grateful he is that we finished the mission gracefully with minimum injuries. You nodded slowly, closing your eyes to ease your anxiety, it’s kicking badly right now. You hate that the master saw what happened.

“Can I go on my missions without her anymore?” Sanemi asks the master, you quickly snap your head towards him, but his face retrained forward not minding your reaction at all–though he knows you heard him loud and clear, doesn’t fucking matter to him as he just wants you gone from his sight. The moment you arrive everything has gone to shit, and it meddles with his focus on missions and feelings, thoughts that he never had before.

“I apologize, Sanemi. But I still need you under my watch. She will stay with you until I deem it is safe for you to continue alone is my first thought but then…” Master Ubuyashiki trails his eyes towards the next person who sat beside Sanemi, you. Ubuyashiki’s eyes soften in worry. “I see that you are a blood breathing user.” His mouth forms a simple smile, a smile that looks sad and wry. You think it’s because of the things that happened just now.

“Yes, Master.” You nodded, looking down again at your sweaty palms. Why is it hot here? It's supposed to be Autumn now.

“Blood breathing is very rare, as rare as sun breathing. This is my first time hearing someone use blood breathing again after so long…no one can master that breathing because they’re afraid to hurt themselves.” Master cracks another smile, now his hand is reaching towards you, “Since you’re a healer, I thought you’re a flower breathing like Kanae or Insect breathing alongside Shinobu that’s why I attained you to Sanemi, I apologize for this mistake as I over concluded everything. But it is best that you do not use blood breathing on your companion, Miss. They’re the most dangerous form of breathing I remind you again.” He took a deep breath, holding your sweaty palms.

“Yes I apologize for my behavior in hurting the Wind Hashira.” You nodded, admitting your mistakes are easy, but thinking how it damages your image is worse. Curious, you look up to Ubuyashiki, he looks much calmer now as he nods to you again as if accepting your apology.

“Why did you cater to blood breathing, if I may ask?”

“I tried. I tried flower and insect breathing, but nothing came out. I tried water breathing as well. It doesn't dance well with me. I bled moderately during the practice and tried to do one more water breathing exercise but it exerts my blood instead. So I tried to control and learn it, I am confident in my breathing.” Your voice is clear, now you are looking at the Master with determined looks, he affirms you with slow nods, smiling for the tenth time. You have tried everything, but you only succeeded if you hurt yourself–so why not?

“I refrain from the idea of you hurting yourself,” Master clasped his hands together replying to your explanation, “But I can’t deny that I am so proud of you. I will be conducting research on how to use your blood breathing with safe measures. This brings me to why I came here.” 

Sanemi and you look at him at the same time.

“But first, I want Sanemi Shinazugawa to apologize to you.” The master looks at Sanemi with an endearing and longing gaze, he tilts his head slowly nudging him to say sorry to you.

“Er- sorry almost killed ya. Whatever.” He scoffs, turning his head the opposite so he doesn’t need to see your face.

“What’s with your attitude, come again?” You beckon him, Sanemi snaps his head towards you as he scowls, “Your attitude is shit…” Snorts him, “...and to hell with you and your stup-”

“I want the two of you to work together indefinitely.” Master Ubuyashiki smiles gently, cutting the upcoming argument that is about to brew. Looking at Sanemi then diverting his gaze to you,his eyes deliriously go back to Sanemi. The latter man seems like he doesn’t take it nicely, he straightens his body before clearing his throat, saying “Is there any other person I can work with aside from her? I don’t want to work with her anymore. I can work well with The Flower Hashira, Miss Kanae Kocho.” His voice doesn’t deter, he doesn’t look away–he demands an answer.

“I’m sorry Sanemi, I’m afraid this is my only decision and yes I know you’re friendly with Miss Kocho.”

“Why? Let me go alone or with Kocho. I don't care, just give this blood breathing girl to the Water Breathing Hashira.” His voice is hoarse, rough–his words sharp. He doesn’t want to sound mean and demeaning to the Master, not even the slightest of rude tone you can get from him though his words stings. You know he’s trying his best to keep his manners, but it’s still painful hearing how he’s so eager to get rid of you and take Kanae. You turned your head slowly, looking at Sanemi who sits way taller than you; in this moment you realized, for all those intimate moments you have been close with him not once you realized how dry and painful his scars look, especially the ones sprawled and etched on his face. He must feel uncomfortable all the time, not because of the way it looks but the way it radiates itchiness and fiery sensation. He must have been very uncomfortable on his own skin. Your brows creased and furrowed, turning your head back to look at Master Ubuyashiki who has been looking at your gestures. You cleared your throat, looking down to your knees and palms again.

“Because I know Giyu Tomioka and I know Sanemi Shinazugawa.” It was the only answer from Master Ubuyashiki, his eyes still softly trained on you.

“Also on the most serious note, the demon you two fought the other night was indeed a lower moon demon. Make sure to be aware of these kinds, and be careful you will encounter upper moons. Once you have killed lower moons, the upper will take notice.”

With that, Master Ubuyashiki and Amane Ubuyashiki left Sanemi’s mansion, his wife was waiting outside near the willow tree you’ve made a home of. You waved them goodbye, closing the mansion’s door along with you. Sanemi stands a few meters away from the gate, staring down–glaring with his hawk eyes.

“Oi! Where the hell are you going?!” Sanemi calls on you.

“Mountains. It’s not like you want me here.” You replied, turning on your heels.

You spent five hours in the mountain, why? Because you want to make medicine. For who?

“I can never understand that guy and his audacity.” You mumbled, heaving your way through the cold night, the beautifully eerie but breezy mountain howling its tales–the moon is high up tonight, the first full moon of the fall season.

What’s craziest is that you forgot to bring your blade.

You have never been this angry before, not with anyone–you are one with stable emotions, you are not easily triggered or ruffled but being around Sanemi Shinazugawa turns everything around. His way of talking is pissing you off, the way he treats you…you cease to mention that he’s taking you for granted sexually, because you also want and initiate it to happen. But that’s it, it happens a lot of time already and he never mentions anything.

Also, that whole thing about Kanae. How is he able to treat Kanae softly but he always degrades you in any moment possible.

When you’re taking the last plant to your pocket, you can feel the wind’s change. The way it brings and conveys isn’t normal anymore, it brings a dark matter–like it’s not nature, it has been manipulated and tampered. Something is here.

Your whole body froze when you sensed the presence, heavy, dark, bonerattling. What the hell is this? A demon? A mountain chill?

You turn your body only to find the scariest thing you’ve ever encountered, the demon’s whole body is human but not entirely, her skin made of snakeskin, nails long and shiny, her eyes are crimson red with tongue longer than her hair, cut into a breathtaking hime. She wears an emerald green kimono, the most beautiful demon you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

But her eyes, the eyes scare you.

Upper 6.
“Hello there my flower, I smell your blood from moons away.” The demon’s voice is soft, like a king’s silk to his sleep, like honeydew in a hot summer, she bit her nails–her snake tail rattling.

You take a deep breath, knowing that the full moon gives you bigger energy to finish a demon, but an upper demon. You take your footing, your hand gesturing a dance, dance like waves–fingers twirling towards the snake demon body, she starts to move weirdly, controlling her like a puppet.

“I’m going to hurt you so bad for this.” She hisses, crawling on the air towards you completely bent away from your blood breathing. Of course, she can slither in and out easily–she is a snake, and you’re baked.

“Fuck.” You whined, dropping both your hands on either side of your body. A breath away from giving up but your hand is tightly gripping all the plants you have collected.

“Help!!! Can anyone help!!” Sanemi barges in the Kocho’s mansion, running towards the clinic and doctoral part of the place. He grunts, grabbing you hard against his broad chest, you’re passing out for the past hours have already lost too much blood to even make your own body warm, and it scares Sanemi for some reason as he can feel your body is losing heat and heart beating slower.

Kanae and Shinobu rush, hearing Sanemi’s voice booming throughout the mansion, Kanae sobs when she says, “What is wrong, Sanemi? Are you okay? Oh god the blood…” She gasps, a pale hand on her mouth.

Sanemi is being covered by your blood, his whole naked chest is covered by it. His face has a scatter of it too, his eyes are scowling at everyone who just stares and doesn't do anything.

“I can take care of her, Shinazugawa.” Shinobu tries to take your limp body away from him, but he reacts violently–he almost jumps out when she tries to touch you, he snaps away her frail arms, “Do not touch her! She’s dying!” his voice roars, it’s so powerful Kanae’s shrieking softly at the back.

“Then she will die if you don’t let me!” Shinobu snaps, she is quick enough to take you away from his arms, you are almost the same height as her so it’s no problem. Kanae rushes to Sanemi immediately, trying to calm him down but instead it pisses him off deliberately.

“STOP TOUCHING ME!” His hands pushed away Kanae’s embrace, he feels hot on his skin and agitated, nothing can ease him unless he knows you are okay and that reason itself makes him angrier–why would he care for the likes of you?

“What is she doing anyway in the mountain at that hour, I can understand this little girl she’s so aggravating I ca-”

“Shinazugawa.”

“I can’t fu-”

“Shinazugawa.” Shinobu calls out Sanemi again, this time she has already applied all her herbs and medicines to your open wounds, Kanao helping her wipe your blood. “She fought the demon empty handed, Shinazugawa. If you didn’t come in time…” her voice trails off, no anger can be found anymore only fondness, sadness.

“I killed that demon, that shrew snake bit-” Sanemi spits, his legs never stop stomping in the medical room, he keeps pacing–running his scarred hands all over his already messy hair. He had a choice not to follow you up the mountain, but by nighttime you didn’t come home to mess up the kitchen cooking your own food again, he starts to feel angry and restless.

“Language, Shinazugawa.” Shinobu mutters, stitching your open wounds like it’s nothing.

Kanae sits at the edge of the bed, holding the white mattress tainted by your blood, she won’t stop crying as once in a while her purple eyes divert to Sanemi who has his eyes set on you….dying in his arms like that, what were you thinking, not even bringing your blade?

“Shinazugawa…” The gasp in Shinobu’s tone halts Sanemi’s hundredth steps in the room, he quickly goes to her, ignoring Kanae’s gasp on trying to get his attention, “...look at what she has in her grip,” the purple haired girl gestures to your small grip, Sanemi sat on the floor, being tall he can still see your whole limp body sprawled on the bed as your palm is still tightly shut.

He gently opens it, revealing a couple of plants that are still perfectly intact and fresh.

“What should I do with these?” Sanemi grabs it, usually his moves are sharp and abrasive, but this time even his slightest touch is slowing down, gentle. Though, his heart is having a weird rummage when he feels your skin touching him, your small palm opening to his big hand…he curses inside, what is wrong with him tonight?

“These, Shinazugawa, are rosemary, calendula, aloe vera, and rose hips.” Shinobu’s voice raises in shock, but the kind of shock that makes everyone intrigued to know, “These, if mixed and brewed together will be a good medicine for scars, especially dry huge scars which became a semi keloid for a long time. These plants are meant for you.” Her intriguing voice is probing through Sanemi, who is blushing hard.

“I don’t fucking need her to do any of these! She did this herself, stupid girl why would sh-” Sanemi quickly gets up from his seat and paces out the room, leaving Kanao, Kanae, and Shinobu in utter silence, 

Kanae walks out following Sanemi.

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trigger warnings: foul language, spanking, slight love triangle, jealousy, blackout over exhaustion, degrading.

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“I want to talk with you, Nemi.” Kanae’s voice is always low and smooth, as if her tone is always calm and collected. She’s sweet and majestic, otherworldly. Sanemi turns around, looking at Kanae standing there…it doesn’t make him feel a thing because she’s not that short, not as short as you. He doesn’t need to look down that much—having this thought made him smile, remembering how you’re always so small, timid, dolly. Big eyes beaming like a deer, scowling at him with a craned neck, he grins remembering your stupid face.

Realizing, he clears his throat, looking at the tree outside the mansion as if it’s the most interesting thing he’d seen today. His focus is shifted when Kanae calls out his name again, “Sanemi, why are you smiling?” Shock laced in her tone.

“Nothing. Talk.” Sanemi juts his chin. Kanae sways uncomfortably before breathing out, “Turns out I still love you, Nemi. The breakup was my fault. I thought we would die and be distraught that we can’t be with each other again, so I ended our relationship. It’s like…we don’t have to worry about leaving each other. But now I realized I still love you, and I want our love to grow. Together.” She covers her face with her palms. She is beautiful, her upbringing is fragile yet strong. Sanemi’s expression is blank. Words are caught up in his throat.

The breeze of winds paces up, pushing and dragging died leaves with them. Sanemi’s hair follows the wind, his whole breathing quickens—the breeze getting stronger though he snaps back, placing both his palms inside his pocket, still looking at Kanae. He can’t fathom any words. 

He used to love her, deeply admired and chased the woman around to finally date her for six months, yet now everything in his life is shifting, something is changing drastically and he needs to find out about it first, although it’s peculiar that his heart yearns for you, yet his mind is still tugging at Kanae, to protect her and be with her; safe, sound, warm. He relishes hearing she’s still in love with him, that’s what he wanted for the longest time; to be back in her arms but now he felt nothing but confusion. Isn’t this supposed to be what I want? He ponders.

In the end, Sanemi only pats Kanae’s head before leaving, muttering, “We’ll talk after we finish Muzan, is it okay? Be safe, always.”

You have been in a coma for some days now, the weather has shifted into something colder, windier—your favorite leaves have turned colors into orange, brown and some are yellow. The scent of autumn, pumpkin and mushroom soup has been mingling around the room of your care, yes eyes are closed but you can sense everything, every breath, every heartbeat, every scent…and him. Sanemi. 

This is the sixth time he has been here for the past eight days, which means 3 out of 4 he’s here, with you, just sitting at the stool table beside your bed. Sometimes he just scowls at you, most of the time he writes stuff scribbling on his paper that you’re so eager to peek if not in this bloody coma. In some moments he eats most of your food since you don’t eat anyway. 

But this time, he’s playing with your hair. New. Must be getting into your favorite list.

“I got you flowers,” he mumbles, his moves are hesitant around your bricked body, placing the lilies in the clear vase on the bedside table. “You really like to sleep, huh?” His voice is soft, as if whispering right in your ears.

“Ya know, your hair is so long. Not that I hate it…” Sanemi blabbers, almost uttering the word he will never recover from, but your hair looks so tempting sprawled there on the bed. 

The ragged man has been watching how they go with you like it’s your twin rather than part of you. The way they move with how you dance is amazing—when it’s just freshly washed, it’ll be longer by inches because of how damp and wet it is. When it’s days without a wash, it’ll be at the most perfect; curly ends bouncing, length hanging to your waist. When you’re practicing, it is the death of Sanemi Shinazugawa, for he has been watching you from his room in the shadows where nobody can see him.

He lightly tugs your hair again, “Hey, when you wake up, I’m going to kill ya.” His voice sounds flat, but there’s mischief in it. You bet he’s smirking right now, because that’s just how he is. You feel an urge to open your eyes—feeling fully rested in a world so silent it’s deemed peaceful. The coma feels like a long-needed rest from the real world. It’s not like you accidentally stepped into some weird ancestral world where you met your first ancestor or something. 

You’re not like Tanjiro Kamado, who’s very connected with his spiritual self.

Your eyes start to open slowly, blinking heavily a few times like someone is hanging on your eyelids. “Shinazugawa…” you groan, still trying to open your eyes. Your hand tries to reach him, small.

“Oi! You-! Slowly, don’t rush!” Sanemi’s shocks have gone through him head to toe. He gets up from his seat and sits again, then tries to help you sit down. His rough and calloused hand grazes on your soft skin. He gasps inaudibly, biting his lips.

He froze there like an idiot. Your skin is so freaking soft against his rough one. How is it soft when you trained as hard as everyone else? He shook his head, holding your hand softly—trying not to break it, not to grub your delicate hand.

On the other hand, here you’re struggling to sit up and don’t even realize something is going on with Sanemi, your head still a pounding mess.

“I told you to stop doing something unnecessary. I don’t need your help to get me those herbs,” all of a sudden he barks at you, his voice hurts your ears for how loud it is, and you’re still physically sensitive.

“Shinazugawa-san, please…” you mutter, holding your temple.

“I want you to understand that I don’t need your help, got it? Tch, you’re such a nuisance,” he halts his mouth when your gaze met his wondering eyes, yours are hooded, tired, pale—sick. The light in your eyes isn’t there anymore, it always shines beautifully, the perks of having deep red-colored orbs.

You hate your red-colored eyes, they look almost demonic. Like it’s alive by its own, but now it looks dead, no soul on its own.

Sanemi clears his throat, “I will go get Kocho.” He strides the room with his long legs, leaving the door slightly open, you sigh when getting comfortable on the bed. 

Three subtle knocks jolt you.

“Hello, it seems like you live.” Giyu Tomioka, what is he doing here? This guy is the most peculiar than all. If Sanemi Shinazugawa is a mean guy saying all the wrong things, anger at the edge of his tongue, his hand is going all over…a man with rough edges—Giyu Tomioka is a man with composure, calm and collected almost like he doesn’t have anything to utter, but his head is always full as if he’s drowning.

What is he doing here? You move your head forward, cock it back, and forward again as if you can’t believe your eyes. Now you feel like a chicken.

“Giyu!!” You almost jumped out of your bed, but your lightheadedness stopped it from happening. Giyu swoops in, wrapping his hand around your waist. He smiles, gently putting you back in place.

He inhales your scent, closing his eyes in serene, he looks almost tranquil knowing you’re safe and alive, “I’m glad.” Is the only thing coming out from his mouth.

“I have news, I don’t think Shinazugawa’ll like it.” Giyu sits on the edge of the bed instead of the stool, wanting to get close to you as much as he can—the two of you had a history when you were his Tsuguko, there was an unspoken bond…lingering touches, soft gaze, warm breaths, whispers too close to your ear. But that was it.

“I need to be with you in Shinazugawa’s mansion.” Giyu blurts out, still holding your soft yet cold hand in his grip, clasping your small paws on his palms.

Your eyes empty, looking at him as if he’s joking, “Huh?” Is your only response, your mouth curls in confusion.

“Yeah…I need to stay with Shinazugawa-san to train you, Master Ubuyashiki believes he found something about your blood breathing, a very concerning but amazing find.” The black-haired guy holding a cup of water to your lips, still smiling. You scrunch your nose, eyes narrowed as if he’s joking—but he doesn’t crack.

“Oh. You’re being serious?” You finally realized, cupping his face. He nods absentmindedly, coercing the water into your mouth, you gagged and swallowed.

“Smart girl.” He utters, placing the cup on the bedside table before pulling you into his hug, he may be an awkward and silent guy but his hugs feel so right, so encouraging.

You inhale his scent. Water. Rice. Sun. Woody. Lotus. Smiling against his shoulder, you circled your arms around his back, huge but not quite like…

Sanemi opens the door followed by Shinobu behind him, “Ah, Tomioka-san~” the woman calls out, waving her hand in the air.

Giyu, not feeling like he does anything wrong, ever so slowly releases you from his comfortable hug. He pats your hair before standing up and greeting them. You have a lingering smile plastered across your face.

The tallest man in the room with silver hair, looking scruffy and pissed. He has a scowl very apparent on his face, his palms tightening into a knot. He’s pissed but his eyes never stop hovering on you.

“She’s healthy now, right? Whatever I’m leaving.” He hurriedly left the room but stopped by Giyu, “Shinazugawa, I’m afraid you need to hear this.” That was the only thing that set him up for a bursting negative reaction in the next few minutes.

Things are crazy in Shinazugawa mansion. It always has been, but this time it’s triple the worst. Giyu sleeps in the dining room, you still sleep outdoors under the willow tree, and Sanemi is somewhere in the master bedroom—but it feels like everyone is too close, too uncomfortable.

Mornings start the same: breakfast and immediately training with Giyu. Sometimes Sanemi stayed for a bit before storming off angrily for whatever reason. Evenings are spent training by oneself after lunch, and nighttime is where everyone goes out for some missions. Your missions with Sanemi stay the same; it’s just that he barely talks, and you’re hundred percent sure he hates you.

“Do you hate me that much?” Is what you mumbled one night once upon an easy mission nearby. Sanemi stopped his walk, not turning around but muttering, “It doesn’t matter what I think of you.” After that, he didn’t talk for the rest of the mission.

He loathes you, and you hate him. Everything is clear as a summer day.

But today is the turning point. Today, every block piece that is arranged and in place is shuffled again, perplexed and checkered. Everything is changing.

“Your form is weak. Try again.” His voice is always calm, flat, and cold but not the icy one that makes your skin crawl. It’s just tough enough for you to shudder. You nodded, fixing your form as his hand slid into your waist, pulling you gently.

“There you go.” Giyu smiles, looking down at you. Your eyes glint with excitement. Practicing with Giyu always feels like a foreplay. His breath is hitching on your ear, and his voice is low…your skin often crawls.

You turn around to do another form, in which you did beautifully. Giyu steps aside before sliding in again, looking down on you. His body is just inches away from touching yours, uniform almost grazing—he leans in, lips touching your ear.

“You’re doing so well…” he huffs out, sending you hot breath. You lean away, blushing hardly as you look at his face, still flat, as if he doesn’t do anything to you.

“See, Master says…” he continues, flipping you around so your back is against his chest, lips still hanging on your ear, “…he thinks you’re a blood bender rather than a breathing user.” His big palms ran through your arms, taking it up and swaying it, showing you a blood bender move.

“Blood bender?” You are as confused as everyone else.

“Hm. So we need to start practicing without a sword.” His lips finally touching your ears, you shake.

From near, both of you heard a loud bang, fake wooden swords are dropped on the ground, scattering away from the box. Sanemi throws it intentionally as he storms right to you, grabbing you away from Giyu, the silver-haired man grabs you so hard that you’re wincing every now and then. You can’t keep up with how fast he’s walking, your legs trip whilst getting dragged.

“Shinazugawa, wait, my legs…” you wince again, Sanemi stops and grunts before picking you up on his shoulders. He doesn’t say any words.

“Shinazugawa! Put me down this instance!” You yelled, hitting his back with your palms as if it would do anything to him, Sanemi doesn’t respond, but his pig palm landed painfully on the cheek of your ass.

The Kakushi who are at his mansion today all froze in shock, they all saw the way Sanemi carries you on his shoulders as he spanks you again and again. Some Kakushi fell on their knees, some are too stunned, another one whispers “poor thing.”

“Ouch! Hey!” You groaned, he gives you another spank. You realize the attention from the Kakushi, you wiggle your legs to let him stop. 

But instead he gave you another one.

Until finally you stopped complaining.

When he drops you, the floor is made of smothered stone. “Bathroom? Why are you taking me to the bathroom?” You got up, ruffling your skirt.

Sanemi doesn’t reply immediately, but you can see his whole body tense. He breathed in way too loudly, exhaling way too roughly—he’s angry again. What’s new.

“What did I do now?” You sound disappointed. Yes, you dislike Sanemi to some extent, but you don’t want to start loathing him as much as he does to you, and keep making him angry seems like the wrong way.

“What did you do?” He took a step forward, you step backward. “Don’t know what you did?” He repeated, lifting his chin up to reveal his grim expression. He counters you against the door, cursing under your breath for putting yourself in this situation again.

“This is what you do to me, birdie.” He whispers, his voice drawling into your sense like a wake-up call. He grabs your wrist, placing it on his hard dick. Your eyes shot up, looking for answers in his.

“What are you doing to me?” He places his chin right on the crown of your head. He loves how your body fits him like a missing puzzle—like you’re the missing piece that just clicks, but would he say those things to you? Of course not.

“I-i don’t know what to say…” you whisper out, lost on what to do, but your small fingers are grazing his dick, playing with how hard it is. 

Sanemi takes a sharp breath, hammering his palm on the door behind you.

“When you’re with me, staying in my place, think only of me.” Sanemi asserts. He remarks it on you like you’re his.

He grabs your face, his touch surprisingly very gentle. “You’re with me now.” He locks the bathroom, sliding his body lower to you so he can dive into the crook of your neck. “So, think of me.” He repeated, his lips nibbling the skin of your neck. Your eyes shut close, feeling how tingling it is.

No matter how many times Giyu, or another male, touches you, it will never be the same as when Sanemi does it.

“Where did Tomioka touch you?” He asks, peppering kisses on your neck up to your ears. “I remember he places his lips on your ear. I heard your heartbeat skipped fast when he did it.” He withdraws his face from your neck, revealing his expression—pained, eyes filled with rage and lust.

You can’t answer, but nod.

“So he made you feel like that, huh?” He sounds disappointed, but you can see the edge of his lips twitch before he bites your ear, licking your lobe—his tongue piercing inside it.

"I will never ever like you, but thinking that you can be with Tomioka? It pisses me off so much that he'll take you away from me." His voice ghosting on your ear, tongue teasing it.

“He-y, it-it-its dirty…” you moaned, your eyes twitching in shame. Sanemi doesn’t care; he ravels in tasting you everywhere. His tongue circles in, biting.

“Tell me…” he licks the leaf of your ear. “Where did he touch you?” His tongue caved inside your lobe.

Your shaky hand touches your other arm. Sanemi pulls away from you, nodding.

It doesn’t take him long before he rips your uniform open. He throws the black outer on the floor, leaving you only with the white button shirt.

Sanemi pulls your arm, kissing them with his lips, closing his eyes as if he’s relishing his pain onto you.

The strands of his silver hair fell down to cover his eyes. Your fingers touch them endearingly.

“Shinazugawa…” you cried. He bites your arm so hard that he leaves a mark. He pushes away, hooded eyes hovering over you. His mouth opens. “Where else did he touch you?” Licking his lips, you pointed to your waist.

He growled, ripping your white button shirt and skirt away from your body. All the buttons jumped around in the room. Some bounced outside because his bathroom doesn’t have a full roof: you can hear gasps and yells from the Kakushi outside. They definitely wait in front of the bathroom, scared that Sanemi will hurt you.

You yelp, covering your bra with your arms, but there’s no point since he could see your underwear.

“Do you want them to hear you, birdie?” He coos, squatting down face to face with you. This is the second time you see his face upclose, goddamn why is he so fucking beautiful?

“You’re beautiful.” You’re half sane when you muttered that, your palm grazing his scarred face. You can feel your face burning with fire. Sanemi smirks without saying a word, lowering himself more as he gets on his knees to reach your waist.

“Have I ever told you how small you are?” His words are normal, but he skitters them against your bare skin, his breath plastering on your tummy. His lips graze your soft skin, loving how it feels so supple.

Your fingers run through his hair, soft and untangled. What is he doing to you?

Sanemi bites your waist as your whole body vibrates. He sucks your soft skin in, caging it between his teeth. You push your body more into him, loving the feeling of pain and pleasure.

“Shinazugawa…” You look down at him. Your hair is sprawling everywhere on your face, your red eyes gleaming with need. Breath is hot, flaring out your wet, red, thick lips—Sanemi looks up and loses it all. He wished he didn’t see you. With his mouth still attached to the skin of your waist, he hurriedly pulls down your underwear.

“Shi-n-” is the only thing coming out of your mouth before he picks up one of your legs onto his shoulder, diving into your wet pussy.

You heard the loudest suppressed growl you have ever heard from a man. His moans were that of a low groan—calling your full name for the first time.

“You taste so fuckin’ good, fuck me, fuck.” He moaned. You can’t hear him clearly because his mouth is smacking deliriously in your cunt.

His tongue isn’t rough like his words. It doesn’t sting, but instead it feels like glazing honey. Wet and sticky, he laps on your folds, the tip of his tongue flicking your clit gently—he knows what he’s doing. Your cries grow louder.

Both of your hands are grabbing his hair, pulling him closer to you. His tongue twists inside, circling in your wet hole. 

You shudder, mewing “more, please…please..” with staggered breath.

Sanemi cares so much about how you feel, but his dick is fucking hard that it’s going to burst. He opens his pants before jerking his own dick.

“Fuck.” He mutters, he wipes his palms on your drenching cunt before wrapping it on his hard shaft. He immediately keen.

You saw what he did to himself and whine, “Shinazugawa…what are you doing-doing…” Your slurred speech came out with a drool on the corner of your mouth. He grunts when his tongue feels your folds are drenching on him, like water breaking out of a dam.

Jerking his cock with one hand, he uses his other hand to finger you, inserting two big ones inside your whole. His mouth sucks your clit.

"He will never make you feel like how I do right now." He dives in between your legs like it’s his calling, like his life depends on it. His eyes flutter shut, mouth nibbling and licking your clit, devouring your wet folds.

He sucks it slowly, the tip of his tongue rubbing on it. His fingers pump inside your hole, curling up to find your spot.

Your mouth fell agape, never once a man eats you like how he does, like it’s his belief. Your eyes hooded, inaudible words streaming out of your mouth. 

You arch your back, wanting his fingers deeper, his tongue to flick your clit more.

“M-more,” you choked on your own spit, grinding your drenched pussy against Sanemi’s mouth. His hand doesn’t stop jerking his own dick. He looks up at how pathetic of a mess you are. He can’t believe what he sees.

“That’s my girl,” he scoffs, groaning against your clit. He caught a moment to inhale your scent deeply, eyes glitching like he's having an error. His eyes look up to you with other fingers pumping faster inside of your pussy. “Look at you, all ruined by me.” He sounds proud, but his words are strained against his own plea.

Sanemi places his mouth on your clit once again, his tongue flicking faster as his fingers ramming deeper—he closes his eyes when he feels your inside’s twitching, and your bud is tensing. Your breath is stuck in your throat, as your eyes shot open violently, whole body shaking like a wet dog.

“Cum for me, fucking cum for me.” He demands, huffing heavily as he’s also chasing his own high, jerking off with the same motion as his fingers inside you.

You can’t hold back anymore, you’re overstimulated. His fingers pumping inside, his tongue circling your bud, his lips against your cunt, he jerks off by eating you…

You came screaming, shaking, and bursting all over; squirting over his face, mouth, and fingers. Your vision went blurry and black. Sanemi slams his mouth into your pussy once more before cumming hard on his hand, his cum spurt onto your legs and up to your tummy—groaning loudly by the vision and his release. The Kakushi outside heard it and started scrambling away.

You dropped dead on the floor, not entirely, but passed out.

Sanemi got up, putting his pants back and realizing he tore every inch of your uniform. You’re still passed out on the floor. He kicks you slowly, “Oi…” he calls out to you, though he quickly squats down as he felt bad for treating you like that not after what you two shared.

His face looks worried, hair sticking to his forehead from how sweaty he got, but his eyes are still on you. Your eyes are closed. It looks like you’re sleeping in peace.

Sanemi smiles, the kind of smile that will melt you if you’re awake—his fingertip grazing your face, shoving away strands of hair that cover your face.

“I don’t like what you’re doing to me.” He mumbles, taking off his Haori to wrap your naked body in it. His hand is assertive and quick—bundling you into comfort.

Sanemi makes sure your whole body is properly wrapped, not one inch of skin can be seen by anyone but himself. He is a greedy man.

Once he’s done, he places his hands on his waist, proud of how well he wraps you up.

He then covers his mouth as he blushes, seeing how small of a partner you are compared to him. He can feel his dick start hardening again, shaking his head, “Why am I a pervert around her?” His eyes squinting, jury’s out on how he feels about that and you.

“Okay, here we go.” Talking to himself, he picks your limp body out of the bathroom. The Kakushi are ready with towels and everything as if they know what happened or are suggesting.

“We can take her, Shinazugawa-sama.” One Kakushi suggests, the other coming to Sanemi with a bucket of ice water and a cloth.

Sanemi glares at both of them, they hurriedly ran away. Scattering away like rats.

“No one’s touching her.” He groaned. The rest of the Kakushi nodded and left him be, carrying you with one arm as your head mindlessly rested in the crook of his neck.

Sanemi tensed, not knowing that he was blushing.

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art by: himoshiki

Trigger warning(s): blowjob, degrading, leg humping, blood, blood manipulation, physical fight.

You woke up with birds chirping outside as if the weather still hangs with summer. It’s already nearing the tenth month of the year, and the leaves have gone to different shades of colors. You can’t remember what the last day was about. Heck, you can’t even recall last night. Everything is like a blur, water on canvas. Nothing.

You yawn, feeling the comfortable futon underneath your skin.

Skin? Futon?

You look down. There is unfamiliar futon bedding, and your body is completely naked. You hold your tits as if looking for a covering that’s not attached there anymore. You slipped out a small yelp, like a kitten. 

“I don’t know. You can make such a noise.” That. Freaking. Man. Sanemi. He stands leaning in on the doorframe. His uniform is open like usual, revealing his goddamn chest, but something is different about him. Your head tilts aside, looking at him weirdly, before tilting to another side, your eyes twinkling with curiosity.

Sanemi looks at you with no expression, but you can see his lower lips vibrating as if he’s holding on to a chuckle. He looks at you, tilting your head side to side—the cutest freaking thing ever. He just wants to kiss you right then and there.

What is wrong with me? He thought. Ever since the last day, the moment he went down to eat your slick wet pussy, he has become very weird to you. He has been thinking about you the whole night, hasn’t even left the room just to gawk at you sleeping, not until this morning he decided to go for a quick run around the mountain, clearing his mind.

Ever since that intimate moment, Sanemi feels very primal about you—like you’re his possession, his prey, and god bless anyone who touches his prey.

“Something is different about you, Shinazugawa.” You said, plainly still looking at his body—at this point, you’re just gawking at how hot he is. He grasped the idea and let you gape.

Sanemi retorts, his head cocks backward as if you read his mind. He tried to have composure, at least.

As always, he neither responded nor gave any expression. His lips were flat and his eyes glinted with questions. He looked at you before sniggering, “Yeah?” He taunted.

It’s normal. The response is totally normal, but the way he treats you is profoundly different. There’s a tinge of non-formality, friendliness, even a bit of… softness? But still curt, cold, and sharp. The difference could only be sensed by people who stayed with him almost 24/7, you.

“Yeah…different. Can’t put my finger on it though.” You shrugged, rolling on the tatami out of the futon bed. “You look…” and then you gasped.

His freaking Haori was gone. Where was it though? His build looked much more intimidating without the Haori covering him, although it doesn’t do any justice anyway. You could still see how big he is. You gulped.

“Find out already?” He smirked, walking towards you as he closed the door behind him.

“Yeah. That’s why this is here, huh.” You laughed awkwardly, your lips forming into a very tense cringe, looking down at your body wrapped in his Haori. 

Sanemi squatted down in front of you. His strands of hair flowed with him, so breathtaking you had to hold your breath.

“Don’t.” His whispers rasped, his huge palms caressing your shoulder. “Don’t hold your breath.” His lips were flat, still no expression, but his eyes and hands were roaming your body wonderfully.

You whimpered when he took off the Haori off you, sliding it slowly down your shoulders, to your arms, his Haori pooling around you like a water of purity, scrambled around your legs.

You quickly covered up, crossing your arms around your body, hiding your breasts.

Sanemi tilted his head, smiling sinisterly when he knew that you only covered your top self, but forgetting about the bottom entirely.

The man in front of you licked his lips, trying to focus on anything but devouring you again.

“Shinazugawa…” your voice sounded almost like a whimper, stuck in your throat because you refused to breathe in.

“You’re going to die if you don’t breathe, birdie.” Sanemi coos—more like a demeaning way to tell you, contradicting with his actions; his hands roaming all over your body where his touch leaves a warm buzz on your skin, lingering, mingling like roots. You hummed into the comfort, the warmth trailing down your milky skin…fuck this.

Sanemi cursed under his breath looking at how you reacted to his touches, nobody ever reacted like how you did—most of them never got as close as you’re with him, not even Kanae. They did sleep with each other, but not the way he’s doing it with you.

With you everything is…heightened, scary, brutal—leaving slashes on his heart, confusing him to the point of unadulterated hate.

Your eyes closed, lashes fluttered when the back of his finger grazed your nipples. His other thumb caressing your jaw, up to your cheeks. A couple of low groans escaped his mouth, grunting in need—you can only deter in the chills, enjoying his phantom touches.

Your eyes slowly open when you heard a rustling sound, it twinkled with excitement when you saw he’s already on his knees, opening his belt but his eyes never leaving yours.

It’s like Sanemi’s challenging you, as you are bewildered by how big his dick is, your lips fell apart in shock.

“So this is why you act like a big douche every day.” You snort under your breath, Sanemi, the Hashira that he is, definitely heard that.

He shrugged, “Talk the talk.” Is his only response as his one hand firmly placed on your shoulder, his other hand brings out his hardening shaft towards your mouth, Sanemi doesn’t particularly say anything as the tip of his cock softly grazes on your lips.

“Can I?” You murmur, Sanemi’s for the first time has the softest gaze to you, more like helpless as he nodded two times—hurriedly.

“Open up, then…” his voice almost unheard, you open your mouth as wide as you can to welcome his thick shaft inside your mouth. The mews and cries leaving your mouth just made him harder, his tip looking swollen and red—precum leaking over nothing as it enters you deeper.

You can’t have his whole dick inside your mouth as his shaft is very thick, and the length of it isn’t that scary but it’s still unfit—too huge, and your mouth is just too small.

Sanemi bucks his hip forward, trying to adjust his dick inside your mouth, expecting to gag but instead your small wet mouth welcoming him in easily, he moaned so loud that it scares you to think the Kakushi heard it.

He looks down at your naked body, sitting there in the pool of his Haori with his hard fucking dick inside your mush mouth…his entire body vibrates with excitement.

You can feel his dick twitching inside you, with this, you take the rest of his shaft more, feeling his tip probing your throat.

Sanemi let out a curt moan, his head tilts back. You haven’t even done anything but taking his dick slowly inside, but the man’s already halfway gone.

You hummed, moving your head back and forth, the lewd squelch sound is too loud that it makes your folds wet.

Sanemi drops on his ass, spreading his legs in front of you, “Fuck, what the fuck,” his grunts got caught on his throat when he saw you crawl to him on all fours, naked. He closes his eyes with his arm as he lays down, giving up trying to hold down, you witness his scarred chest rising up and down quickly.

Sanemi’s flat on the tatami, but his dick sprung up hard and twitching—you know it hurts too much for him to function, you giggled as he just huffed out trying to even and recollect himself.

Still on all four, you rest your arm on his muscular thigh before taking his dick inside your mouth again, this time fully until it hits your hilt.

“Fuck!” He curses, his wails seeping through his gritted teeth when he can feel your tongue lapping on the base of his dick, your head bobs up and down sloppily.

Squelching on his shaft, your drool escaped through the sides of your mouth trying to take him whole—your eyes shut close when you feel his tip hits the back of your throat, gagging with tears pooling your eyes.

Sanemi has the courage to slip his arm away, his hooded eyes look down at you, his palms grabbing a handful of your hair to push it deeper, you gagged more—streak of tears galloping down your cheeks.

“Hmfphstop,” you tried to talk, but how can it be when your mouth is filled with Sanemi’s dick? You shook your head, telling him you can’t anymore.

“Aw…you can,” he coos, his voice strained, “try. Try for me.” He whispered, moaning loudly when you bob your head up and down, taking his dick slowly as your tongue twirls, lapping on his shaft. You take one of your free hands to jerk the rest of his dick that you can’t put in your mouth, his legs twitch upon it.

“Oi- don’t..-” his words cut off when you suck up his shaft, tongue going for a long lick only stopping on his swollen tip, kissing, sucking, lapping on his tip to taste him, tasting Sanemi.

You hummed when his precum touched your tongue, the tangy taste…it’s Sanemi’s in your mouth. Your pussy is drenching by this point, as you grind it on his leg.

Sanemi supports himself on his elbows, seeing you humping his leg while sucking on his dick, wet, squelch, lewd sounds coming out from your mouth—he throws his head back when he can feel his dick against your tongue, wet mouth coating his dick, it’s his last straw.

“Take it all, take all of me.” He grunts as he comes inside your mouth, spurting all his cum down your throat—you don’t want to swallow, but one of his arms pushed your head down and locked your nape, not letting you move until you swallow.

“Good girl, you’re my good girl… fuck, my good little girl…” he drawls, growling when he saw you still humping yourself against his clothed leg, he looks down at you as if you’re the most helpless girl he ever encountered—but the look wasn’t a hateful one, it’s ownership.

He saw his cum leaking from the corner of your mouth. He smirked.

“C’mon, come for me.” He demanded, smearing his wet cock covered with saliva and cum on your face. His tip grazed on your eyes and nose. He held his breath when you opened your mouth to yell—he stopped it as he pushed his dick inside your mouth again, muffling your screams.

You humped his leg one last time before coming hard, squirting on his legs and your mouth stuffed with his cock. Drool dropped everywhere. If a look could kill, Sanemi could’ve died looking at how pathetic of a mess he had created you.

“Mindless girl.” He chuckled, pushing your body aside as he pushed himself up—buttoning up his pants and ruffling his hair. You lay lifeless on the tatami, still pooled by his haori, mouth wet with drool and cum. “Wash it.” He said, his chin jutted to the haori that you smeared with your squirt, your eyes still hooded, mind still someplace else.

He stared down at you, his foot kicking your lifeless body softly. You didn’t move as you just laid there naked and bare. He was deep in thought before bending down, wanting to reach for your hair before…

“Shinazugawa-san!!!!!!!” A loud yell chirped from outside. Both Sanemi and you jolted in surprise. “What in the actual hell?” He cursed, striding to look at the windows just to see…fucking people he hated the most.

Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, and… Genya Shinazugawa.

“The kids are here.” He said annoyedly, opening the door to leave before he muttered, “Get your shit together, clean up, meet me outside.” He turned his head forward just to see Giyu Tomioka was standing in front of his room with no expression at all.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He spits, eyebrows shot up in anger. Giyu doesn’t reply but only nods his head inside, aiming to…you? How does he know you’re inside? You panicked as you jumbled around clumsily.

Giyu almost stepped inside the room before Sanemi pushed him hard. He stumbled back, “Where are your manners? This is my room.” His voice raised, the Kakushi gasped again, as the kids halted their steps.

“I just want to see her. It’s important.” Giyu replied, voice flat with no expressions whatsoever.

“She can’t see you now, son.”

“Do not scold me and let me see her.”

“She doesn’t want to see you.” Sanemi sniggers, his mouth curving up to a smirk.

“I can smell her all over you, you know?” Giyu’s voice now a whisper, leaning in towards his ears, “if you don’t want her, don’t play with her like that. She’s not your toy to play with, you’re disgusting. Just go back to Kanae.” His voice low, threatening and firm—eyes profess annoyance.

Sanemi pushes Giyu’s shoulders, his head tilts aside in a demeaning manner.

“That’s none of your goddamn business.” He spat, Giyu only shrugged before striding in to come inside Sanemi’s room again, this time it settles Sanemi in anger.

“I said don’t come in!” He rages, punching Giyu flying to the ground where the kids are.

“Tomioka-san!!!” Tanjiro yelled, scribbling to help him. Inosuke and Zenitsu yelled stupid stuff towards Sanemi, Genya is shaking on his legs terribly afraid of his own brother.

“Shut your mouth up.” Sanemi remarks, he walks fast towards Zenitsu before picking the yelping yellow son up in the air by his neck, hammering him to the ground as the boy yells “Tanjiro!! Help!!!” Slammed on the ground, passed out.

“Come here you stupid white-haired ferret!” Inosuke charges up, holding both his swords up before running full strength, only to be stopped by Sanemi as he went low and smacked Inosuke’s legs with his. The boar-headed boy flew across the garden.

Sanemi strides in again to charge for Giyu, who’s already standing beside Tanjiro.

Tanjiro slides in front of Sanemi as the big man tried to reach for the burgundy-haired boy, you stepped in between the three of them.

“What are you doing?!” You yelled, turning your body to face Sanemi, who’s already too far gone by rage and you know by this point he won’t hear anything you said. “Stop this!” You demand, looking at both Giyu and Tanjiro too who immediately look like they want to say sorry, heads hung low.

Sanemi says “Tch.” Before turning around, leaving everyone behind. You lowered your hands in confusion. Why did he listen to you this time? That’s the first. You were ready to be punched by him, but he’s just…?

Although this is cut short when you heard Genya running to Sanemi, calling him “Brother!” As it sets the white-haired man so bad he roars with anger, punching Genya so hard that his teeth flew out, blood spurting everywhere. Everyone gasped, except Giyu who just stood without reaction.

“I heard that you’re eating demons these days, aren't you? Stupid boy!” Sanemi punches Genya again. “I’m going to make you blind so you don’t have to be here!” He barked, teeth gritting hard on his lower lips as Genya only whelped and cried, saying sorry a million times.

“Sanemi Shinazugawa stop!” You yelled, getting so angry; you decided to do something you've been hiding for years, from everyone.

Your fingers form like a claw, aiming at Sanemi as you throw him away to the pond near the willow tree. Your other hand you aim at Genya as you move up his body—he’s half awake and you know he can’t walk. You bend his legs to walk towards Tanjiro.

Everyone gasped, shocked, and murmured things under their breath. The Kakushi all stood in awe and fear.

Sanemi’s eyes almost popped out of his sockets. He immediately stood up watching you bend people against their will. Though Giyu smiles proudly, knowing full well that you’re capable of this for a long time—you’re just hiding for whatever reason.

Tanjiro looks confused and scared, but then his face turns bright in amazement, eyes bewildered with questions.

Zenitsu and Inosuke yelled “Demon!!!!” Before you aim your hands towards both of them, making them walk towards Tanjiro, they squirm around like a squid. Your brows furrowed in focus.

The blood that Genya’s lost is massive. You raise the blood from the ground, your fingers twirling around—collecting his blood, removing debris from it before you float it near Genya. You breathe in before pushing the blood inside his open wounds, putting colors back to his lips.

Genya blinks twice, opening his eyes slowly as he lies near Tanjiro. Zenitsu and Inosuke turn pale white seeing you, but knowing you healed Genya, both of them gasp in shock, amazed by your powers.

“Are you a demon? Is this a blood demon art?” Genya asks, his voice still scruffy, his head resting on Tanjiro’s lap. You shake your head, smiling down at him—stitching his skin up.

“No, Genya. She’s human. We can smell her, right? She’s a hundred percent human. She’s just…” Tanjiro replied nicely, his voice gentle as a stream in summer, “Able to bend people’s will by controlling their blood…magnificent thing.” Giyu mumbles, Tanjiro showing you a big grin indicating that it’s okay. Giyu looks down at him as he smiles gently, loving how he always has a kind heart.

Zenitsu yells, “Beautiful!!! Onee-san!! You’re so cool~!!” He waves in, his eyes twinkling with heart basically popping out of his orbs, his mouth puckering in awe.

Sanemi bonks his head from behind. He immediately cowers and mumbles “sorry.” To you. You smiled, still feeling a bit out of place for showing your powers. You tried to hide it for a long time.

Inosuke just stands there, pulling your fingers gently one by one as if it would throw him away.

“Shinazugawa, you, come with me.” Giyu asks, his voice firm and serious. Both of you follow his orders and walk inside the mansion.

“You guys can wait in the dining room, or wherever. We’ll be back.” You chime in, welcoming the kids in Shinazugawa’s mansion as if it’s your home. But this time Sanemi doesn’t say anything. He just stares at you and looks away immediately, blushing hard.

The three of you had a serious talk, before agreeing to take this meeting in the Demon Slayer Headquarters, putting a halt on the exercise with the kids. They need to stay in Shinazugawa mansion longer than they need to, maybe two to three nights.

Sanemi doesn't like the idea of his house filled with screaming rats and stupid people, but he doesn't mind as long as you are safe close to him. His instinct to be near you just grow bigger and bigger, he doesn't want you to know though. The three of you flee from his mansion, letting the kids stay there.

Everyone running to the mansion, looking straight forward but Sanemi couldn't stop stealing glances as his brows furrowed, not knowing what will happen to you with this newly found power everyone found out.

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Trigger warning(s): angst, self-harm, indication of self-hatred, sex trafficking, mention of brothel house, mention of sexual abuse, mention of underage sexual abuse, mention of massacre, mention of multiple murders, physical fighting.

“So you hide your power well.” Is the first thing coming out of Obanai’s mouth. You just look down as Giyu, the Water Hashira, scribbles words on the paper—writing letters for Master Ubuyashiki about today’s event and your true power. The Flame Hashira sits beside him.

“How much further can you go?” Kyojuro Rengoku asks, ten cups of green tea freshly brewed by Kakushi are just there, steam lacing the air, as if it’s a decoration. “I don’t know about that.” You answered, feeling scared that he’s cornering you somehow. Everyone has their eyes on you like you’re some kind of…something, not a person.

You shift uncomfortably. Sanemi has his eyes trained on you, arms crossed on his bare chest.

Obanai Iguro, the Serpent Hashira, sits beside the Wind Hashira, Sanemi Shinazugawa. The Mist Hashira, Muichiro Tokito, is just next to them alongside the Flower Hashira, Kanae Kocho. She is still the most beautiful than ever, no wonder Sanemi is so smitten—your chest clenched, you look down. Sanemi notices as he grunts, feeling worried about you being ganged up like this, but he doesn’t want to look like he cares, because he doesn’t.

Behind them sat the Love Hashira, Mitsuri Kanroji, with the Stone Hashira, Gyomei Himejima, and the Sound Hashira, who looks very handsome in real life, Tengen Uzui.

“I saw you when you were fifteen in the entertainment district, when my wives were still undercover.” Tengen snaps, his finger pointing at you. Your eyes shot in worry as you pretend not to know what he’s saying.

“There is a whisper that a little girl, born and raised in the entertainment district. Deep red colored eyes, jet-black hair, so dark it resembles that of a crow. Her skin is milky, almost pale, small, and looks fragile but so beautiful, ethereal, and alluring. Yet she can burst heads open.” The Sound Hashira continues. He scratches his chin as if he’s recalling memories that aren’t his. “They tried to sell her around when she was fifteen. She got used by a lot of guys to the point that she can’t take it anymore and starts screaming. Her screams burst heads open, especially the men inside that house.”

“Brothel.” You fixed him. Everybody turns their attention to you, gasping in shock. The men are not very happy; they just stare at you curiously.

“It wasn’t a house, it was a brothel filled with filthy, disgusting men. They strung up their genitals, forcing themselves on little girls every night. It doesn’t stop, it never stops.” Your voice is flat, it’s too flat that everyone got the chills of how easy those words come out of your mouth, as if you’re so used to the abuse, your eyes look straight to Sanemi who maintains his eyes on you, angry eyes.  He shook his head, his eyes are saying things that can’t be fathomed, on the other side of the room Muichiro hums sadly, his face turns so grim that Mitsuri turns jittery.

“I saved you thinking you’re the victim. You were crying so hard in front of that brothel, bloody, soaking blood, brothel. I tried to look for any trace of demons, but none. Because it’s all you.” Tengen deduces. He doesn’t look mad, but instead he’s very impressed. You blinked and nodded to him, not expecting he’ll be proud of you instead of being scared or mad for killing those people.

Giyu stares at you. Kanae also looks at you with worries—Mitsuri skitters beside you, hugging you tightly as she sobs. “I am so sorry to hear that, oh… I can’t imagine what you went through.”

“How can you find her first and not Muzan?” Gyomei asks, confusion laced in his voice. Muichiro notices, his eyes turned bright, “I think Muzan doesn’t know anything about her. We have the upper hand. Not like Kamado’s little sister that he senses already. He doesn’t sense Shinazugawa-san’s partner.” Hearing this, Giyu jots down immediately on the letter.

“Partner?” Sanemi scoffs. Anger is on the tip of his tongue again. Kanae looks a bit different when she heard the word coming out of Muichiro.

“You are his partner. Master assigned her to be yours.” Muichiro claps back, his voice is monotone. His head tilts to the side taunting the silver-haired man. Sanemi steps back hearing that. He’s not wrong and he doesn’t know why he explodes so badly.

“Everyone calm down. Okay? So is it decided?” Kanae asks the whole room filled with Hashira but you, redirecting the topic. Everyone is smiling and looking at each other before they give one another affirming nods.

“We all suggest Master Ubuyashiki to take you as Hashira, the pillar. You’ll be the Blood Breathing Hashira.” Giyu says to you, his voice is very nice and soft, knowing you’re in the lowest hand here.

“I-i can’t…” you stutter, looking at all their proud, knowing, affirming eyes on you, “…I killed those people. Some of them are innocent.” You whisper, tears forming in your eyes as the flashes of memories start to come back of that night, that bloody night.

“It doesn’t matter. Whoever put their feet on the brothels are not good people anymore, and also you didn’t kill any kids that night. You aim for mostly men and women who are part of the problem. I don’t care, you are not wrong.” Out of all people, Sanemi Shinazugawa is the first person who defends you, although you didn’t need any because you know all the other Hashira think the same for the reason they all nodded.

“But we have to be careful now. If Muzan finds out about her…” Gyomei affirms, Muichiro also agrees, he stands up and reaches towards you—Sanemi’s quick on his feet, but stops when the long-haired boy only gives you a pat on your shoulder, “you have to be very careful. But I know Shinazugawa will take care of you.” His smile is like a ghost, barely there but you can see it.

“Now we wait for Master’s approval. For now I think our meeting is dismissed.” Giyu announces, flipping the papers and tucking it, his crow took it from his and flew away. He left the room with Muichiro, talking about some things you can’t quite catch.

You smiled warmly to them, Obanai walks over to you and Mitsuri, smiling with his eyes before giving you a good nod, Mitsuri hugs you one last time before leaving the meeting room with the Serpent Hashira. Kyojuro goes to you as well, telling you that you’ll be okay and to stay safe amidst all of this, Gyomei agrees as both of them leave.

You are about to reach Sanemi when Tengen pats your head, saying you did so well and everything should be okay now that everyone knows about your power. You look up at him, no words can be formed with your mouth except thank you. He laughs, leaving you with only Kanae and Sanemi.

“Are you okay, Nemi?” Kanae touches his face, your legs halt to a sudden stop. Sanemi turns to look at you, his eyes don’t present anything as he turns back his head, looking at Kanae—he pats Kanae’s shoulder, smiling to her as he said he’s okay, with the blood on his face after the fight earlier with the kids.

Your heart crunched with a sudden, massive pang. Sanemi’s hand lingered so long on her shoulder, and she didn’t let go of her palm on his cheek. You turned your heels, leaving them to be, storming out of the room and slamming the door so hard the windows rattled—the other Hashira who was hanging outside turned to look at you, who ran aimlessly.

You are somewhere in the Demon Slayer Headquarters, sitting in the room crying your heart out. The meeting just now stabbed you miraculously; everything hurts to remember. You don’t like your past, all those filthy hands roaming your body? Those dirty whispers, those smells of cigars and liquors, those screams…the smell of blood everywhere, tainting your hands.

The wailing escaped your mouth; your cries didn’t stop as you kept scrubbing your hands—nothing’s there, but you feel the blood on your hands still; it won’t go away, just how much you scrub your skin off.

“Don’t.” You heard a voice, cold and monotone. Giyu walked slowly towards you.

“I don’t need you here.” You said amidst your sobs, your voice staggering. You kept scrubbing your clean palms, your eyes bulging in horror.

“Stop.” He demanded. You kept scrubbing your palms as if there’s something on there, “I said stop.” Giyu raised his voice, slapping your face so hard you fell on the ground. 

“Oi! What the hell are you thinking?!” Sanemi ran towards you; he grabbed Giyu’s Haori so hard it almost ripped, knowing it’s part of Sabito and Tsutako. Giyu, for the first time, got angry at Sanemi and pushed him back so hard he stumbled back.

“Do not touch my Haori.” He said, turning back to you. He gave you a sad smile before leaving the room. You’re still on the ground crying so hard that your breathing is uneven.

“C’mon,” Sanemi sat down beside you. He took your bleeding hand because you scrubbed it too much. He sighed so hard before taking a cloth from his pocket, “What the hell are you doing?” His voice was concerned.

He turns your palms facing him, wiping away the blood slowly—his eyes don’t dare to look at yours, as he wraps your small palms gently. You still look at him whilst crying, your sobs seeping through the walls.

“Are you okay?” Sanemi asks, this is the first time in history he talks with you so softly that your heart just wants to cry out and jump on him, his tone is so loving, it’s too unreal that you keep blinking the tears out of your eyes. He doesn’t deter, his eyes stare into yours.

“Um. I don’t… I don’t know.” You mumbled, your voice wavering like the tears that keep coming out, you wipe it with your aided hands.

“Your past…is it true?” His gaze gentle, reaching his scarred arm to touch your wet cheeks. His touch is so yielding, pliable, almost delicate—The strands of his hair fell, covering half of his eyes, your giggles seeped through your quiet smile, you nodded, he replies with an almost flat smile, barely there, but it shows.

After that, there is no more sound, just muffled conversations from outside the room, like everything outside is just a speckle of dust—nothing matters outside the square room, nothing. And inside the room itself, the sun shines through the cracks of its wall, golden rays blinding you.

Sanemi, with his full awareness, pulls your small body into his huge build, hugging you so tight you can barely grasp what he’s intending to, but you can’t say anything. The hug feels so good, you needed this for a long time, just to be held when you’re falling into pieces, unable to collect yourself.

Your arms tried to wrap around his back but to no avail, his back is too huge that you can’t simply circle him nonetheless your arms still clutch onto his uniform, it smells exactly like him. Sandalwood, mint, cut grass, green apples, ohagi. You pressed your face on his bare chest, inhaling him like it’s your only oxygen, he’s so big, so huge, so safe, safe…he’s so safe.

You cried harder against his skin, clutching his uniform tighter—your tears ran down your cheeks so rigorously, it felt like you’re drowning in your own sorrows.

“Slowly, birdie…slowly.” You can feel his palm running down your hair, as you eased in and cried harder when you felt his touch—because this time, for at least this moment, his touch is so genuine against you, you can feel his feelings seeping through your soul.

The moment is quiet, as if time has stopped ticking for the both of you, the silence drapes over like a thick blanket in winter, warming and comfortable. The Hashira in fact rushed through when they heard your wailing, but stopped by Giyu as he said Sanemi's inside with you, they all heard your pain loud and clear, crushing their hearts in the process, you sounded in grief, like it’s beyond anyone’s help.

After a few minutes passed, you had calmed down against Sanemi’s chest, just laying there as he hugs you still, tight and gentle. “Thank you.” You hummed, sniffing his bare skin, “Don’t talk.” Is what he replied, but you know it wasn’t intended to be as mean as he always does because his hand doesn’t stop caressing your hair, his fingertips twirling with the end of your curls, lips against the crown of your head.

His fingers found your chin, tipping your head up. “Why does it has to be you?” He whispers, his brows furrowed in worry, he pulls your face towards his.

Sanemi kisses you on the lips, at first he only grazes his lips against yours, waiting for any signal—and you closed your eyes, wanting him to continue. He pressed his lips hard, his arms circling around your waist and the other grabbing the back of your head, he picks you up as you sit on his lap, mouth crushing with each other still.

Sanemi bites your lower lips, pulling it closer to him as he slides his tongue inside your mouth, you mewled when you felt his muscles filled in. You shifted your body closer to him, his grip tighter around your waist.

Your tongue dances with him, entangling with each other as the tastes crawl in. You can taste him; he’s sweet and minty. Moaning against the kiss, his tongue doesn’t stop meeting yours. You whimpered when you pushed away, leaving a trail of drool between your tongue and his.

“I am cursed.” He breathed out, diving into to kiss your lower lips again. You wrap your hands around his neck, wanting to kiss him deeper, longer, and harsher. Tilting your head aside, he grunts when he knows you’re giving him more. Your tongue slides into his mouth and meets his. The makeout is steamy and hasty, like he can feel every soul in you and vice versa.

When the two of you pulled away, you rest your forehead against his, closing your eyes and humming happily. He grabs your face, kissing you again like his life depends on it.

“Nemi!” Kanae calls out to Sanemi. Turns out she barged into the room already for the past minute, and nobody realized. The other Hashira were standing outside the room, not daring to look in because they had heard enough already. You pushed away from Sanemi, who still wants to kiss you like he’s in a trance. You slapped his face softly and pointed to Kanae, standing like she had seen a demon eating the silver-haired man.

Sanemi’s eyes were in shock, but his actions weren’t hasty. He stands up while carrying you on one of his arms and lets you stand on your feet when he’s already standing up properly.

“Kanae, it’s not like what you think.” Sanemi’s voice was determined. He doesn’t look panicked or anything. You look up at him, your jaw dropped at how fast you’re dismissed by him. “I was just worried about her condition and comforted her.” His voice was loud enough for the rest of the Hashira to hear outside—most of them had a sigh reaction of disappointment. They are disappointed in how Sanemi handles stuff, especially you, in your mentally critical condition. And they all know what has been going on between the three of you, four with Giyu. With this, they know it’s a signal to leave the headquarters, leaving only the four of you.

“Worried about my condition? You just need to worry about your relationship with your brother first before worrying about me.” You scoffed, your words sliced through his brain in wincing pain. He turns around, “What the hell did you just say?” Threatening you.

“Oh. You heard me clear.” You chuckled. For some reason, the solace and tranquil feeling you had moments ago just went, vanished into the thin air. Now you’re burning with anger by his dismissal.

Sanemi grabs your jaw. There’s no gentle or soft touches lingering anymore. It’s all just anger and resentment. His eyes weren’t clouded with fondness. “Repeat that again.” He taunts. You punch his face straight up with the bandaged palm.

Sanemi tumbles behind. He laughs before charging towards you, grabbing your hair and throwing you against the wall.

“Screw you!” He yells. You kick his kneecap so hard it cracks. “Fuck you, Shinazugawa. Fuck you.” You spat. Those words came straight out from your heart. They sound stronger when they float out of your mouth, stopping Sanemi from doing anything.

Kanae saw everything and cried. She fled the room a couple of moments ago. Giyu just stands, no expression or whatsoever, watching everything unfold in front of him.

“This is why I will never like you. You’re not like Kanae. She would never say all these things to me.” Sanemi murmurs, limping outside the room chasing after Kanae as he calls out her name multiple times.

You lay down on the floor, spread out like you’re defeated. Breathing in slowly, trying to calm yourself before you exploded into another cry. Giyu walked in with an unamused smile as he sits beside you, holding two onigiri.

Chapter Text

Trigger Warning(s): slight angst, hurt/comfort, foul language, foreplay, strong words, degradation, tits!play, spit, breeding, size kink.

“Nemi…” Kanae’s voice almost couldn’t be heard by Sanemi, who has been sitting in the garden of The Butterfly Estate silently for the past hour—he’s just watching Kanao playing with butterflies.

His chest hurt, and he doesn’t know why. The words that escaped his mouth back in the Demon Slayer Headquarters haunt him until this moment: how can he compare Kanae with you? As if the two are from the same root. It was unfair and idiotic of him.

No one can compare to you or no one can compare to Kanae? He doesn’t know; he can’t fathom a single thought.

The dull ache in his chest is interconnected with one on his kneecap. How can you hurt him as well by saying those things?

How much did he hurt you that you exploded like that?

Why did he care? He shouldn’t care. His heart and soul belong to Kanae, always have been, and always will be. He’ll get back with her after defeating Muzan anyway.

His head hurt, throbbing with a tense pulse on his temple.

“Nemi.” She calls again, her voice an octave higher, but still, Sanemi doesn’t budge; his mind’s far gone somewhere from his head. 

Kanae smiled gently as she sat down in front of him with tools to aid his busted kneecap. She skimmed his bruised skin gently and ever so lovingly.

Her eyes never swayed from his face, as her little fingers fidgeted with his injury. “My,my… I never thought she’s this strong.” She tried to make a joke, but the hurt could be heard so clearly in her tone. Sanemi snapped away from his trance, looking down at the long-haired woman in front of him with a smile only she can see.

“Huh?” He replied, not quite catching her words. She shook her head as she continued to aid him. “You know, this is the first time you’re so worked up over another girl.” Kanae didn’t dare to look him in the eyes, keeping herself busy with gauze.

“Tch, doesn’t matter.” Sanemi pressed his fingers onto his lips, brushing his calloused tips against his mouth—savoring the lingering taste of her lips. He almost had a faint smile but regretted it after the scene of the two of you fighting flashed.

“Do you like her?” The question escaped Kanae’s mouth, her expression scarily flat.

“I like you.” Sanemi replied, touching her hair faintly.

“You are not answering my question.” She leaned in, her face closer to his. Sanemi tilted his head, curious.

“You’re mine, right?” She asked, smiling menacingly.

“Yes. I’m yours, feel my heart.” Sanemi muttered again, he couldn’t say no, he’s in uncharted territory with you. But with Kanae? He knows the drill, it’s safer to be with her and she’s also his first love, nothing can go wrong.

Sanemi took Kanae’s hand, placing her palm against his chest, “beating for you.” He lied straight from his mouth.

“I know. But how about her? Do you like her too?” Kanae asked back, packing up her first aid kit before leaving him alone with Kanao who’s still playing with butterflies, as one of her favorite ones flew away—she chased it, to no avail; it’s gone from both of their sight. Vanished into thin air.

Seeing that, something inside Sanemi snapped. He got up as quickly as his busted kneecap could support him.

He hugged Kanae tightly, not fleeting or ghastly, but harsh and demanding–as if he’s trying to wipe away any memories that aren’t hers. “I’m sorry for making you feel like this.” He leaned in, kissing her cheeks,

Kanae hugged him back with the same eagerness, looking for something, a feeling of warmth or comfort, a genuine feel but alas, it’s just not there. Both of them lied to one another yet nobody’s brave enough to utter the truth thus they stay in silence, a killer one.

“Sanemi Shinazugawa! Quickly head west with your partner! Quicky head west with your partner!”

“The Wind Hashira and The Blood Bender! Quicky head to the west! Quickly! Quickly!”

“Take care, Kanae. I’ll be back soon.” His smile is pleasant, she nodded cheerfully.

But her heart screams something’s wrong. When he’s not seen anymore, she quickly went in.

“Sanemi…” Kanae muttered under her ragged breath.

“You need to let him go, sister.” Shinobu hummed from behind as Kanae closed the door after watching Sanemi’s back disappear from the road view.

The long-haired woman turned around, tears in her eyes, reaching out to Shinobu. Her tears exploded with the most silent of sobs escaping her mouth. Shinobu hugged Kanae as she fell on her knees.

“It’s okay, sister.” Shinobu shushed her, caressing her beautiful long hair until she calmed down.

“Just know she’ll take care of Shinazugawa, okay? He’ll be in great hands.”

The sound of the crows before jolted him with curious excitement. He had never been interested or partly thought the missions were fun, but now he’s somehow happy he could spend more time with you—maybe by then he can sort out what’s happening to him, because he doesn’t know a damn why.

But a freaking Upper Demon 5 is here. Nobody told you it’s going to be a formidable enemy. It’s hard to beat this demon as he operates the thunder breathing just like Zenitsu. It’s like going after your own kind, but the worst situation is not in the best of hands when Sanemi and you haven’t been talking for the past hours. The coordination of the fight is out of place.

“Shinazugawa!” You screamed so loud your lungs almost popped up. With staggered breath, you jumped in front of the silver-haired man and received the thunder hit, slamming your body hard on the ground. It shattered. 

The booming sound of the thunder was so loud that the whole mountain blinked with shuttering lights. 

You can’t get up. Your whole blood is filled with electricity flow—your veins are popping like a white-colored lamp—every slight movement is like a needle in your skin.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Sanemi yelled. He walked so fast he tripped in between. He dragged your body inside his hug before Kaigaku blew you with another blood demon’s art. 

“Wait…” Kaigaku stomps, his arms crossed on his chest. “Are you two in love?!” He laughs maniacally, making fun of Sanemi as he points his sword towards him, “wow?!” He continues mocking.

“Shut up, you filthy fucker! You’re a disgusting piece of shit.” Sanemi is holding you against his hug, making sure your pulse is still beating although it’s irregular and weak. He curses under his breath, wiggling your body so you at least open your eyes.

“Say bye to your lover, stupid-looking man.” Kaigaku scoffs, blowing another thunderbolt hit thrumming on the ground towards the two of you. Sanemi curses.

“You’re pissing me off.” You got up, your voice didn’t deter with the amount of lightning inside your body; you raise your palms, bracing in clawing movements.

“No!” Sanemi yelled, running towards you knowing exactly what you’re going to do. Flashback from the meeting floating in his head: they all agreed that you can’t use the blood bender technique at all costs in front of any demons for it will relay the message to Muzan.

And if Muzan knows, you’ll soon be dead, or worse…

“Fourth form.” Your voice low, smirking when Kaigaku looks intently. “Blood Vex Mimic.” Your clawing fingers raised up as Kaigaku’s arms both lifted in the same direction.

Sanemi stopped on his feet, his mouth fell into a frown, but his eyes flared with anger.

Your fingers mimicking a slicing movement with your sword on your neck; the blade sliced through your skin; the sound of your screams tearing up Sanemi’s sanity. He muttered “ fuck” under his breath, worries plastered clear on his face, and soon enough Kaigaku raised your sword, his body struggling so badly to refuse and reject.

“F-ff-uck… you’re a crazy bitch… fu..” Kaigaku tried to talk, it’s impossible when someone is under your fourth form. But he’s upper 5, his strength is beyond comprehension.

Sanemi jumps in with his wind breathing from behind. Kaigaku’s very overwhelmed as panic appears on his face. You smirked mockingly before jumping in, knowing his death is by the tip of your sword. The sun hits its first ray towards his skin.

Kaigaku flees, laughing as he said, “Master is going to love me for this!” For the fact that he found you, a blood bender.

Disappointment is palpable in both of your faces. Sanemi is the one who looks very distressed for so many reasons. First, he lost a demon because of the sun. Second, you’re supposed to be a secret weapon to take down Muzan, but now it’s all in vain. Third, you are about to be naked in front of him.

Sanemi’s legs sprawled wide inside the hot springs, only his kneecaps are appearing above the shallow, warm, steamy water.

The battle previously did both of you scores of damage, though you’re not all too ruined—you can fix any injury as long as it wasn’t bones sticking out of their limbs.

“Who told you to join me?” He mumbled, his voice smug. The warm cloth slides down his face towards his mouth, covering his murmurs. 

You stand wrapped in your uniform, didn’t care a single word coming out of his mouth as you still try to undress yourself. Slowly, because you know it kills him inside.

The black outer slips from your body like it’s on slow motion. Sanemi rests his head on the pebbling stone edges surrounding the hot springs, acting nonchalant but failing miserably as his eyes wander to how you’re stripping.

Sanemi licks his lips, groaning lowly, “fuck…” the voice stuck in his throat.

A white shirt comes after when you’re finished unbuttoning them. You place it on top of his Haori, and when your last piece of clothing reaches the ground, Sanemi’s groan grew louder.

There you are, naked to the toes. Sanemi stumbles on the shallow water as if he’s about to drown. You cringed so hard.

“What are you doing?”

“W-what, who’s doing what?” He stuttered, trying to get back into his original comfortable position, leg sprawled wide. But this time something else is popping out, and it’s not his busted kneecaps.

Your eyes darted down to the tip of his dick appearing loud and clear, arms crossed against your breasts trying to get into the nice hot springs. You needed this after all the stress you went through. Especially working with the Wind Hashira.

Soaking your body deep inside the water, you hummed softly feeling the hot water hugging your tired and aching body. Heaven.

Sanemi couldn’t get his eyes off of you. He’s looking at your milky naked body under all that water and stream. He gulped.

“What?” You asked, your voice lousy because of the sudden relaxation.

“Nothing,” he cleared his throat, trying to act like he’s relaxed when it’s the opposite.

“What’s with you and Kocho?” The question just escaped your mouth. You didn’t intend it to go out, but when your body is deliciously melting with peace and tranquility, your brain melts somehow.

“Huh?” Sanemi’s voice doesn’t sound that much offended. The hot springs do work wonders to calm nerves.

“Yep. You heard me.” You played your legs on the water, making small waves.

Sanemi let out the longest sigh, exhaling boldly before he readjusted himself on the pebble, leaning his head back again. “I used to date her. Everyone knows this.” His teeth gritting on his bottom lips, as if the memory is a bad one.

“I don’t like her anymore, but I can’t…” he cut himself, his kneecaps still floating out of the water. “I don’t have the power to say that to her. Ya know? The girl almost died in her last mission. She’s fragile, not physically. You understand.” He finished, sighing out loud again.

“Hmm. You love her.” You rest your head against the pebble rock as well, staring up at the shades of trees covering the sun and clouds.

“I will always do it, maybe. I don’t know. It doesn’t feel the same anymore. She’s not someone I want to be with, but I will always care for her in a way a family does?” He ended the sentence with a question, asking what everything meant to him as if you knew the answer. The steam of water is the only thing loud right now.

“A love like that is rare, Shinazugawa-san. You have to hold onto them tightly.” You mumbled, closing your eyes in the answer—it’s enough for you to know that between you and him there will never be anything more than physical attraction.

But Sanemi’s eyes trained on you. Your side profile is magnificent. Your hair fell with how the water flows, lashes long and thick—your button nose and lips perfectly carved by the Gods.

He can see the hint of disappointment plastered on your face, and exhaustion, the type of tired that is not of losing sleep but tired of living, no light—just pure weariness.

“Screw that.” He snapped, grabbing your small body on top of his lap. You can feel his shaft probing the crease of your asscheeks.

“What are you doing?!” You yelped, trying to get off from his lap, but he holds you so tightly, his huge palms caressing your small back.

He doesn’t answer, but his eyes look up at you, with hair sticking on his lids—he looks like he heard you, your silent pain.

Your yearning.

His yearning. His eyes are yearning for someone, for a feeling.

There was a small smile on his face before he bites your nipples, taking it inside his mouth as he moans so loud, you throw your head back at the sudden jolt of pleasure.

“Shinazugawa…” you mewled, grabbing his shoulders for support.

Sanemi doesn’t deter. He bites your other nipple as his other hand massages your breast, kneading and tweaking your hardening nip. He fucking loves how it’s big and doesn’t exactly fit his palms. He groans at the thought.

“Say it.” His voice a whisper, tongue circling on your bud.

“Wh-what…?” Breathless, you look down at him who has the most pleading face.

“Say you’re mine.” Sanemi murmured, taking your nipple inside his mouth again, closing his eyes.

“Say it…” Sanemi’s whispers skittering the skin on your tits, perking them up.

His tongue laps in the middle of your chest, going into the crease of your breast before stopping on the side of it. He pepper kisses up to your neck, humming at the taste, jasmine and green tea. He’s drowning in your scent.

Nuzzling on your collarbone, his grip traveled up to the side of your tits—holding them, grabbing it hard as a groan escaping his mouth.

Your breath stuck in your throat. You can’t fathom and form a single word out when his touch is adequate, sensually virtuous.

“You like it when I touch you like this,” his voice low, a rumble on the back of his throat is vocal. His fingers scoot down the sides of your body, “my good girl…” he coos, looking up at you with a degrading smirk as his sweats drop more than usual; the effect of the hot springs making his face red, blushing hard in lust and heat.

“I-im your-,” you stuttered, fluttering your lashes shut when his mouth brings your breast up, devouring it like he has never before, “I’m your girl…” you moaned, embarrassment knocking to your senses as you close your eyes just to hide from his prickling gaze.

But his touch, oh Sanemi’s touch is unyielding on your body, desperately roaming like he’s trying to remember every curve.

“That’s it.” You can hear the smile and pride in his voice when he bites your nipple hard, pinching the other one as his palm kneads, you shift your hip to grind his hard-rock dick seated nicely in between your asscheeks.

Sanemi groaned as he throws his head back against the pebble, closing his eyes as his legs spread just a little bit wider before something snapped inside him as he flipped you onto your back.

The pebble rock thudded painfully against your back, you winced in pain, “Shinazugawa!” Grabbing onto his shoulder, your eyebrows creased alarmingly.

“Hold on to me like that birdie you need it.” His breath quick, words are hasty leaving his mouth when he spreads your leg so wide, Sanemi looks up at you from the strands of his hair, “now, scream for me.”

You are about to ask him what he meant when all of a sudden you feel immense pressure and piercing ache in between your wet folds, the feeling is throbbing and aching—affliction of agony and torture with a tinge of pleasure seeping through.

Your scream’s never louder than this, the twinge of sting penetrating your folds, opening and stretching your pussy so wide when this is your first time ever having sex again after years refusing to.

And you got your first time after a while with Sanemi, who is so fucking thick, he got inches indeed but the thickness of his hard shaft opening you up is something else entirely—the exertion of it all is beyond comprehension, and you’re already soaking wet in the first place, nothing helps the pain.

Sanemi loves what he’s doing to you. He loves being very big compared to you. It always turns him on seeing you very tiny and he’s twice bigger. And right now his big dick is stretching your small, small whole.

Wrapping his tip so tightly, he stops moving aside from his fingers fondling and caressing your cheeks, down to your neck, skimming through your nipples and placed firmly under your breasts.

He looks down at you with an expression so hard to guess.

“Shinazugawa, I don’t think it’s going to fit.” Your whispers have a tone of horror, your eyes closing shut—Sanemi leans in, kissing your lips softly when he starts to push the rest of his dick deeper, entering fully inside you.

“It hurts.” You wailed against his mouth, your lips parted.

“Shh…take me in, just like that. Such a good girl.” He coos in between ragged breaths, his legs shaking when your pussy starts to welcome his dick nicely, opening up eagerly for his shaft, and it all gets better once you feel the tip of his dick brushed against your spot.

You arched your back, “fuck, Shinazu-!” You whimpered, grabbing his tensed and bulky arms for steadiness.

“That’s what I’m talking about.” He groans darkly, pressing his fingers deeper on your round tits as he starts to move his hips slowly, feeling your walls clenching on his dick.

“You’re so tight,” he keen, thrusting inside your warm folds, “look at you, pathetic.” Voice resembling a grunt, he picks up his pace when you are moaning loudly, sobbing and whimpering like a needy brat. The feel of his dick brushing inside your velvety warm hole is too much, he slams one of his fit on the pebble, rattling it.

Sanemi couldn’t stop his choking groan as your pussy stretching and tightening with each and every thrust. His forehead brushed against yours knowing your folds getting wetter when his tip found your spot again.

“Shinazugawa…I can’t-” you cried, overwhelmed by the lewd sound of skins clapping, his pelvic bone slamming against your inner thighs every time he goes deeper.

The grunts leaving his mouth get louder, both of his palms holding the sides of your body—“just like that, dirty girl.” He mutters between his moans, feeling your walls fluttering around his dick.

“Please, I can’t take it anymore.” You cried, tears running down your cheeks. Sanemi doesn’t stop ramming into your pussy as the tears turned him on even more.

“It’s too much.” You yelled, clawing on his expanded back.

“Take me, take me, fucking take all of me.” He grabs your chin, forcing open your mouth as he spits inside. You shook your head, but his two fingers found their way inside your mouth.

Sanemi’s grunts have never sounded louder, feeling your wet folds clasping hard on his shaft as his fingers roam inside your mouth—he fucking lost it.

You are overwhelmed with the way he handles you, his fingers shoved on your tongue, his dick rubbing that sweet spot, his other hand grabbing your tits—the fucking sweats lapping on his face, his silver hair sticking on his forehead and eyes.

When Sanemi rams harder inside you, thrusting even deeper than before, you lost it.

“I’m going to-!” Your feeble words got cut off when the immense pleasure came out of you, eyes closed shut with your mouth agape. Desperately clawing onto his shoulders, your insides clasping his dick so tight he curses every foul language known to mankind.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking pathetic, my beautiful doll.” His growl deep and loud against your ears. Feeling your pussy so tight because of your cum, he effortlessly picked your body up, fucking you rough and raw as he stands on the hot springs.

His grip on your waist leaves bruises of his fingerprints. When he drives you down on his dick two times—seeing you lifeless clinging onto his shoulders and legs hanging by his sides, squelching wet pussy gripping he came so hard the birds are flying away.

“Fuck!” He pushed your frail body down on his dick, burying himself so deep inside your stomach you twitch in pleasure.

His seeds are inside you, the warmth thick sperm embedded in. “Don’t you dare push it out, you hear?” His voice mean, pulling his half-hard dick out from your pussy. You shut your legs shut, keeping his seed inside of you.

Not knowing why you did that, you just want to.

“My pathetic girl. There you go.” He shushed, you’re hanging onto his tall frame. You clutch your hands on his shoulders when he slipped both of his arms down to your thighs as he carried you outside the hot springs, your consciousness halfway gone.

“Stay alive, we have the Hashira meeting after this.” Sanemi whispers as he nuzzles in the wave of your damp hair, his huge palm cupping the back of your head.

Chapter Text

Trigger Warning: self harm, self inflicted pain, blood, manhandling, hate!foreplay

Why is Sanemi sitting very calmly in front of you in the Hashira meeting? After what he did to you?

Foul, because the last time you interacted with him, he was fucking you rough and raw. Last you remember, you were the cause of hot springs closing for deep cleaning that day before everything went dark, like there’s a gap in your brain that you’re very eager to itch, fill, and close. Who brought you into this meeting knowing you were probably lifeless somewhere? Who dressed you up and fixed your hair? Letting it down with one flower on the side?

A freaking flower attached to your left ear.

You feel tremendous unadulterated loathing seething inside you, a flower? Out of all things, he gave you a flower on your hair? If this is a clownery, it is the sickest joke he’d ever put upon you…a hell of a Flower Hashira to be joked about by any chance. The insult itself is beyond your own imagination.

“…today’s meeting, I would like to mention that our Blood Breathing Hashira, her test will come within the next few weeks. Apologies for the rush, but we are running out of time.” Ubuyashiki mentioned, his voice deterring calm and emotionless, but there’s always something lingering at the end of his tone. Expectations, pressure, hate. Hate towards the situation they’re forced to be in, fighting demons and losing lives just to protect humanity.

Your hands tremble by the immense hatred you feel, the sick joke he sets you.

Sanemi doesn’t open his eyes, there is apparent exhaustion painting his pale face. The man’s always been pale, for he lost a lot of blood in any battles he was in. Intentionally bleeding rigorously just to win the fight, using his sweet blood as a decoy.

Whatever, you try not to care.

If he hadn’t been that way, maybe Kagaya Ubuyashiki wouldn’t be sending you to his aid, to be his companion. 

Your mind trailed off, feeling your body is about to give up flat out in the middle of this meeting out of exhaustion and just pure annoyance.

“Flower Hashira and Water Hashira have very important details. They have detected the appearance of Upper Demon 2. They’ll go into the mission after this. Knowing that, I have an important announcement.” Ubuyashiki trailed off, his head turning towards you with a simple knowing smile—you know he’ll say something about your past. The one that you tried so hard to bury and forget.

Sanemi opens one of his eyes, taking a very uncounted glance at you—it was too fast, one wouldn’t notice it either way.

When he saw the flower on your hair, he took a double look before turning shades of stoic, freezing up. His eyebrows creased in an alarming notion, as if he hated you for trying to look the part, the Flower Hashira’s part. You knew that look. Being with him for weeks has already trained you with expressions reading and knowing silence. You shrugged and shook your head slowly—trying to tell him that this isn’t your doing either.

Sanemi’s eyes softened, his head tilting aside in question—silence, you have become accustomed to interacting in utter silence, uncomfortable stillness. You shook your head again. This time he just looks away as he rests his chin on the heel of his palm, scrutinizing with so many thoughts behind those frail orbs.

“Our Blood Breathing friend will be the most important part of our next missions. Knowing Muzan’s power is basically blood, she will be our most lethal comrade. With this…” Ubuyashiki’s voice sounds unsure, but he grips himself together trying to make believe that this is the right thing, but to whom? The truth will kill you. Worse, it will make everyone hate you.

“With this, I need to share the information that our Blood Breathing friend is the daughter of Muzan.” 

The gasps filling the room’s scarier than any silence ever befell you. It feels like finally, the balloon has exploded right in front of your eyes. If the moon can be destroyed, it is now crumbled in between your consciousness for you couldn’t feel any gravity pulling you towards the earth. All you feel is the room spiraling.

“Our Blood Breathing friend, her mother is one of the most famous witches. I believe Muzan sensed her power. They got close, tried to conceive. Muzan thought he failed, that man fled.” The explanation’s something more entertaining than the actual Hashira meeting. They all look at you with worries in their eyes, but one man has his eyes telling another story.

Betrayal.

Hatred.

Disgust.

“So you’re saying that she’s a demon?” Obanai chimed in. There is disgust in his voice as well, but he barely covers it. The disgust you can feel is not towards you but the thought of Muzan having a daughter to be his weapon.

“No, I am not a demon. You can sense me.” Your voice replied in haste, clutching your beating heart ever so tightly—you are a hundred percent human. Somehow, you magically altered your own blood to normalcy. You were indeed born a half demon. Nobody needs to know that.

“She was born half demon. However, she somehow altered her own cells and became a full human. She is one of us, and even if she isn’t, she is our family still.” Ubuyashiki added. Your head snapped back towards him in seconds. Your eyes are filled with dispute. How come he just revealed something so private? Is this even part of the plan?

“That is fascinating.” Kanae utters. She looks at you with her gentle, pale eyes. There’s sadness in it, empathy.

“With this information, keep in mind that the upper demon 6 has already found out about her. Wrangling with time, I know by now Muzan has already found out…” Master’s conclusions took the meeting to an end. When he got up, everyone bowed and waited for him to leave the room.

Then, the awkwardness lingered in. As if it had been lurking in the shadows, waiting to be acknowledged.

“So is it true, young woman?” Gyomei’s voice vibrated with irreversible sadness. He had felt deep sympathy towards your poor fate.

Despairing at the amount of attention you were receiving, you nodded in silence.

“That must be hard for a young girl like you to endure. I am so sorry.” Mitsuri hugs you, her muscular arms tightly wrapped around your smaller body. “You are a flashy gift from the universe, taking down your own blood!” Tengen adds. You didn’t give him any reaction. Silence is still the most comfortable blanket wrapping you.

“Must remember, you are a gift from the universe, young girl.” Kyojuro smiles, his voice booming with elevated positivity, as if he’d already won the war with Muzan.

“A gift?” A scoff can be heard behind all the Hashira surrounding you.

“More like a curse,” Sanemi spits. He got up in one swift motion as he drew his blade towards you. “A curse that needs to be slain.” He walks closer. The sanity in his eyes has seeped away. Now it’s nothing. 

Now he’s nothing but a bag of bones, a raging puppet of bones.

“You know this blade could kill a demon in one swing, easy and clean.” His steps look heavy, as if he’s dragging his buffed legs towards you, countering you against the wall behind.

Sanemi’s sword virtuous against your neck. You stare into his eyes, those eyes who have seen you in all kinds of forms. His perplex emotions drawing honest and reputable.

“I should have just killed you now, would you like that? Hmm?” Sanemi mutters. It feels like the whole space has closed up to you, swallowed by shame and fear. You cower. How could you not when someone as big and scary as him is threatening you unsullied?

“N-no…” you replied, but your voice barely a breath. “Please.” You added, altogether with exemplary tears forming in your eyes. You look up at him.

“Please what?” His voice is a whisper, pressing the blade harder on your neck.

“Please, Shinazugawa.” You replied, dribbling and oozing with fear in your voice. You can feel your neck is excreting blood, the fresh flow exuding down your cleavage.

“Hurt…it hurts, Shinazugawa…” your voice resembles a moan. You grip his wrist to hold him down, your eyes closed from the crisp pain.

Sanemi presses his blade deeper into your skin, coloring his emerald blade with your redness. And there it is, the ultimate silence. The heaviness that befell both of you. There’s some kind of illusion that wraps this moment, making it feel very intimate only to Sanemi and you. As if the world has stopped turning, time has stopped ticking, trees have stopped moving, and the air has stopped blowing. You can feel the heaviness of his eyes, the betrayal that isn’t supposed to be there in the first place.

Sanemi fears betrayal. The fear is there, always is. Building his walls so high nobody comes close to see what he hides behind those colorless bricks.

Your eyes speak more than your lips as your eyebrows crease in worry—your lashes flutter slowly, trailing tears to your cheeks. Your dwelling orbs stare into his’, speaking in stillness, your language.

As if he gets the gist, he lowers his sword slowly. He saw your eyes, he read inside the hush of your fluttering lashes, the tranquility of your streaking tears—that you didn’t betray him, you didn’t mean to hide anything from him, that you also have the same walls surrounding you to protect yourself. You and him are the same.

Cut from the same dirtied, bloodied, destroyed, stifled piece of cloth.

And suddenly, the whole room became alive again.

You can hear the wailing and shriek of worries coming from Mitsuri, and how Gyomei tried to pull back Sanemi while crying himself, muttering “don’t kill her, please.” There is Obanai, Tengen, Muichiro, Kyojuro trying to pull Gyomei back, as some of them are struggling not to hurt either one of you and the Stone Hashira.

Kanae and Giyu stand still, their horror sprawled and suppressed at the same time.

And after that, Sanemi leaves the Demon Slayer Headquarters without uttering a single word.

The upcoming day’s brutal, you woke up with a bandage wrapped around your neck like a nearly headless ghost roaming a deserted castle, the sore and raw pain is still alive and avid.

But there is no time to relish on anything, your crow has called you for a backup mission—to help Kanae Kocho, and Giyu Tomioka’s mission against the upper rank 2.

Your legs have never taken you this fast, sweats forming on your forehead of worries and piping stamina, you arrived two minutes earlier than Sanemi who also got the same notifications.

You separated from him, ever since the event yesterday he hasn’t been seen for the whole remainder until today.

“Giyu!!” You screamed, watching him limping with blood flowing from his arm and head, his temple botched.

“Stay back!! Please!!! Stay back!!” Giyu roared from the other side of the alley, he swished his hand in panic, his eyes showed more than that—dread, dreading the idea of his comrades dying. You didn’t care, still flipping your feet to get to Giyu as fast as possible, but he pointed his bloody finger to another side.

Kanae’s already on the ground, unconscious with Upper Demon 2 hovering over her.

“Beautiful…and she smells nice too…” the upper 2 moans in joy, he clasped his palms together.

“Kanae!!” You screamed, turning your heels the other way around in confusion. Your feet are going by themselves, not knowing who to save first, but Giyu’s face is adamant of you helping Kanae, for he’s already way stronger than he looks in a way. The man just needs enough time and distraction to get himself together.

“Ah! You came~” Upper 2 joys, his eyes gleam with the most exquisite of colors. He’s very beautiful—breathtaking, almost stupendous in its own right. It’s alive with astonishing temptation, one to glamour you away from purity.

“You called.” You joke, but every bone in your body is lured to kill him by then and there, though remembering you can’t showcase your powers anymore than you did last time with Upper 6.

“Why? You’re not going to attack me with that blood control thing, sweet girl?” He taunts. You didn’t give in to the temptation, putting your sword on your shoulder. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” As you smirk, “Second form: Blood of the Spider Lily.”

Slashing your own wrist, the blood starts to flow from your skin as if the wind takes them with it. The beautiful color of crimson splashes the midnight sky sprawled with white shining stars, painted them beautifully. Your blood starts attacking the Upper 2 face grotesquely.

“It hurts!!! So cold!!!” He screams, trying to run away as fast as he can out of sight. The man is very agile, isn’t a surprise when he’s trusted by Muzan himself. But your blood is sicker on his skin, chiseled on like it depends on him.

You grabbed the hilt of your blade, charging right through the craze of your blood breathing’s work. At this point, the blood has started to roam on his face like a flower’s root.

But he got up, letting the roots roam his face.

“Aah, magnificent pain…” He scratched his own face, trying to scrub off your blood. “But it’s not strong enough,” licking his fingertips as the side of his eyes glint with excitement. You know what he’s talking about.

You are not getting engaged in showing your true power. Blood breathing is one thing, but blood bending? The Hashira and Ubuyashiki have warned you to stop using it until Muzan’s appearance—but desperate times call for desperate measures.

“First Form: Blood of my Blood!!” You screamed, the blood in your wrists trickling down your arms to your blade, swaying like waves of blood in the sky. It circles around Upper 2, blinding him from all his senses.

Upper 2 fell on his knees, his colorful eyes dancing as it fades into temptation, watching how your blood swayed, capering him.

You saw an opening. He’s scratching himself in vain while being intoxicated by your blood. Two breathing techniques were used back to back. One Hashira would pass out by this time.

And you can’t let him kill Giyu or Kanae.

“Fourth Form: Blood Vex Mimic!” You breathed in hardly, feeling how your lungs collapsed behind your ribcage—your heart pumped swiftly, brisk beats thrumming in your hearing. You rapidly jumped high, raising your blood that turned into strings: like a puppet.

The strings of blood enraptured, tying Upper 2’s hands as it nimble-tickled terribly.

You dropped on the floor, knees shaking dreadfully. At least if you can’t kill him, you can tie him down until sunrise—but if you’re awake until that time.

“…!!! Wake up!!!” Giyu screamed so loud, trying to call your name from afar, but all that reached your ears was just echo, empty, disembodied echoes.

You still raised your hands, fingers gnawing out like a grip, handling the Upper 2’s hands up in a blood knot as his face and eyes burned with your blood. He’s choking by your breathing techniques. Every time he died, he came back alive again. The best kind of torture for a strong demon, even the coldest can thaw. Even the strongest of stones can break.

Eventually.

Your eyes were blurring with tunnel vision, the reality and insanity mixing into one.

“Kanae!!!” That familiar voice, Sanemi Shinazugawa.

“Shinazugawa…” you call out his name, weak. The feeble name came out of your pale lips, your mouth barely open to make a sound. But he doesn’t falter, his feet firm and lean towards Kanae who has been unconscious. Your hands dropped on the ground as it mimics the upper 2, he dropped his arms and smiled with victory thinking he’d won. 

But you know the sun’s coming up, and he can’t do anything other than flee the area without uttering a single word. You have to hold onto him fast and brave, enough to traumatize him into silence—that demon never stops talking, saying the most disgusting stuff about women and to purify them into death.

Douma, his name is. And he’s as fucked in the head as the other demons you have encountered, more or less.

The sun hits your eyes when you have dropped your arms, limping on the concrete. Your heartbeat has slowed down, but the exhaustion overrides your whole drives. Your head fell on the side, peeking through hooded lids on where Sanemi would be—his knees on the ground, hands hugging Kanae against his chest, he calls out her name silently, then loud, when loud becomes nothing he utters again in hush.

“You’re alive.” Sanemi whispers, you can hear soft mumbles and murmurs of feminine voice, you smiled. Kanae’s alive. Thank god.

“Listen to me, look at me.” Giyu slides beside you, his movement rushed as if someone’s dying. Who’s dying if everyone’s awake?

Oh.

“Hey, wake up! Wake up! Don’t you dare close your eyes! Don’t you dare!” Giyu screamed, his voice cracked for the first time ever—as someone who never did show emotions because he’s afraid of his mask falling, and his trauma overflowing, he did brave and loud. The mask he tried to hide cracked, the cold shoulders he gave to the other Hashira’s gone the moment he found you dying.

Sanemi turns his head sharply, his eyebrows frowned in the most unusual way. The worry is distinctive in his face, as he never showed much emotion towards you but anger and lust. This time, just for this split second, he can feel all the air being sucked out of his lungs, distinguishing real pain in his gaze and the artificial one he’s holding close to his chest.

Sanemi drops Kanae slowly, rushing to your aid. She frowns, trying to reach for his Haori but no avail.

“Demon girl! What the hell did you do?!” The anger lacing in his voice is more than enough to make you feel like he did care, in his most bizarre way.

“Don’t call her that! And what do you mean?! She has been holding that upper two alone! Don’t you see?! You didn’t realize that?” Giyu spat, the anger in his voice more than Sanemi’s. “You came late and when you did all you think about is Kocho when it’s this girl’s the one trying to hold that prick off! What the hell is wrong with you!” Giyu almost cried, the pain tight around his throat—choking, pressuring words out of the shell.

Sanemi’s face drops, his hands wrapped around your bleeding wrist loosen up. Giyu strikes something to his nerves, and the silver-haired man isn’t angry about it, he just realized something.

“Yeah, it’s my fault. You take care of her.” His voice strained, but the sound of his footsteps going away from you was heavier to listen to. Sanemi got back to Kanae, picking her weak body effortlessly.

“Shinazugawa…” you called out to him again, your consciousness almost entirely gone, but Sanemi doesn’t look back, he walks away from you, each second his shadow becomes nothing—he’s gone from your sight at the same time your consciousness did too.

A single tear drops on your cheek.

You woke up in the Butterfly Estate, more importantly in the infirmary part. Next to you is Kanae who already looks two hundred percent better than you.

Waking up from a long sleep is weird, especially with all the pain running through every single muscle in your body.

And that muscle on your chest almost stopped when you heard Sanemi’s voice.

“You’re awake too.” He muttered, feeding a wooden spoon filled with weird gooey stuff inside Kanae’s mouth.

“You’re feeding Miss Kocho now?” is the first thing coming out of your mouth.

“Sleeping for two weeks and this is how you start the conversation?” Sanemi darts back, annoyance in his voice palpable. Kanae only smiles softly, chewing the food as if it needs any.

“Sanemi, be nice to her, she just woke up.” Kanae whispered, she gives him a quick peck on the side of his mouth, Sanemi’s lips twitch, as if he wasn’t aware she’ll do that.

“So you guys are dating now?” Your voice flat, but there is a tinge of anger in it, what type of anger? You can’t understand.

Kanae’s eyes bulged out, she tried to look at Sanemi who didn’t look like it bothered him one single bit, but instead it makes him somewhat excited that you got riled up. He smirks, stirring the spoon on the bowl lazily. His eyes taunting you, deep and filled with Pandora’s box.

The kind of box when you open will unleash all the bad things in the world.

“Does it even matter? It’s not like we’re dating or something. I can see whoever I want.” His answer was calculated, with a drawl and laziness to it as if he doesn’t want his words to sound loud and affirmative—he wants it to drag into your skin like a cold blade in summer’s heat, like water in drought, like pain against salt. He wants this to be embedded into you with resentment as sigils.

And his next step’s even more despising, he pecks Kanae on the lips but his eyes are onto you, glazing your heart with flame.

Your heart beats so fast that your entire body is very hot, you can feel your ears pumping with the loudness of your inner rage—your palms tight, squeezing the soft fabric so hard.

Kanae got up from her bed, bandaged on her head. She calmly walked out of the room without saying a single thing but looking for fresh air to start the day. Sanemi doesn’t even say bye, his body rigid staring towards you.

Your eyes never leaving him as well, but your hands shake with detest.

When Sanemi realized, the chuckles that came out of his mouth were demeaning, a knowing disgust and yet inviting, alluring.

Your pussy twitched.

Betrayal. You cursed inside, how can your body do this to you when he’s clearly being a big ass?

Sanemi sits beside you on the bed when you’re busy with your own thoughts, the smell of fresh mint on a windy day brushing your nose. He smells so good, like home. Like something you can never have but within your grasp.

His fingers move the streaks of your hair aside, clearing your vision to see his scarred face.

“What do you want from me?” You asked, your voice came out breathy and tempting, you can see by the way he leans in, enticed by you.

“I want nothing from a demon like you.” His words sting but lips touching yours, kissing you slowly like he’d miss how you taste. Nibbling your lower lips with care. When his tongue slipped inside your mouth, you knew he’s trying to remember how you taste like from his grunts.

He grabs your chin tight when you pull back from the kiss, his tongue slipped out ever so slowly. When the tip touches your lower lip, he drives it in again.

“Shinazugawa…I can’t.” You pushed him, this time with all the force you have left. He stopped, his face beguiled with lust.

“Why?” He asks, placing his forehead against yours.

“You’re with Miss Kocho.”

“It doesn’t matter.” He leans in again, biting your lower lip.

“It does. You settle yourself with her first.” You push him again, but also climb yourself on top of him, like a puzzle, he knows you’re his favorite long-lost piece—he circles his arms around your tiny waist.

He looks up with no expression, “it doesn’t matter. I want nothing but this.” His lips peppering kisses on your neck, his other hand unbuttoning your infirmary clothes.

“What do you mean by that?” You asked, eyes forced open from the way his lips on your cleavage guilt-tripped you into submission.

“We are not dating, you can’t tell me what to do.” His voice came out a mumble when he’s busy biting your sensitive skin, but this time your body filled with another type of force—force of rage.

You pushed him down flat on the bed, your small fingers wrapped around his neck.

“What did you just say to me?” You asked, your voice shaky with adrenaline but your fingers choking him.

“I said you’re not my wife, so stop asking stupid questions. It doesn’t matter to you who I love.” His husky breath tried to sound stable, but it’s hard when your grip is getting stronger. It’s when he noticed tears are forming in your eyes he turned serious.

“What the hell…” Your voice quivering, the tremble that came out with your tears was real and prickly to your heart. Sanemi can feel the drops of your sadness on his face, like rain droplets saying they’re too tired being carried by the clouds.

Your anger exploded when Sanemi didn’t say anything but pushed you aside. He stands up as he tries to leave the room.

You raise your fingers, holding his body in place.

“Let me go.” He said, confiscated by your blood-bending.

“So you can go to her?” You asked, voice unsteady as your tears won’t stop flowing. You don’t know why. Everything he said is true. You and he are nothing, almost nobody, not even friends. But the pain inside your ribcage, it feels like someone has robbed you out of your heart and placed it somewhere far from your body. You can’t feel it there anymore.

Everything feels cold and dead.

“Yes. So I can go to Kanae. Like I said, we are not dating, so just let me fucking go!” Sanemi yelled. He never raised his voice as high as the one he screamed out now. It feels like your whole world just shook up with the worst quaver. If the ones he did before rattled windows, this one conjured earth-shattering movement.

Your world fell down, collapsed like a puzzle tumbled down by the wind.

Strong wind.

You let your fingers go soft, lowering your bandaged arm.

“I’m not coming home to you.” You mutter before he leaves the room, saying that as another test—for if he leaves the room, you’re really never going back.

“Whatever. It doesn’t matter to me.” Sanemi replied, opening the door to see Giyu already standing with no expression. The silver-haired man opens his mouth to say something before quickly closing it again. He brushed past him, inches away from making contact with Giyu.

Sanemi never looks back, but Giyu steps in with the most warming smile you can ever see on a person.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” The fun in his voice calms down your nerves, but the tears won’t stop flowing. The black-haired man reaches out to you, hugging your weakling body to his firm and standing one.

You grabbed his uniform so tight that you crumpled it, but you know Giyu never cares. He doesn’t care about those little mundane things.

“You can live with me.” Giyu whispers against your head. When he affirms this, you have found out that he knew, he heard everything, and now it’s pity coming out from his sealed mouth.

You nodded against his chest. Warm. Earthy. Fresh—even though his element is water, you can feel the steadiness in him. For this man only moves when there’s a push, a gravity, something that will make it do.

Water is still until something makes it move, but wind is always unsteady, wreaking havoc in its way.

Chapter Text

Trigger warning(s): blood, manhandling, indication of cnc, prey!reader, public foreplay, forced foreplay, cumming untouched, lowkey territorial foreplay, shame!foreplay.

“You need to stop using me!” Kanae shrieks can be heard throughout the butterfly estate. She has been standing up for thirty minutes and pissed every time she sees Sanemi’s face; jaw fixed with utter annoyance as well, not the type that makes him angry but the type that pointed out his wrongdoings in broad daylight.

“Sanemi, listen to me very carefully for what I have to tell you next.” She calmed down a notch, trying to sit down gracefully on the cushion she has near her terrarium. Sanemi nods one time, adjusting the same to her level.

She inhaled a sharp breath as she puffed out with closed eyes, “You don’t love me anymore. I have known for a while. But it doesn’t make it okay to tangle me into this mess of yours, Nemi.”

“Ya kissed me that day too, wasn’t just me.” Sanemi muttered, crossing his jagged arms against his broad chest. Kanae’s mouth furls. She shakes her head in disagreement.

“I was doing it to see your reaction, as well as hers. She clearly has feelings for you too.” The raised eyebrows of hers made Sanemi even more aggravated.

“What do you mean by ‘you too’, Kanae?” The question from Sanemi’s mouth sounded on edge. He’s vexed.

“What do you mean what I mean?” Her voice has gone soft now. She tilts her head, perplexed. “I meant, you…” she points to Sanemi, “…like her.”

The next thing that came out from Sanemi’s mouth are too foul for Kanae’s ears. She just closes her eyes again in tolerance, almost nudging to forbearance.

Sanemi got up from the floor. He paced the room in the company of his jumbled emotions; resentment, irritation, displeasure, but not shock in the present.

His calloused, rough fingers ran through his face up to his bangs, then down again to his face, stretching his eye bags downward. Kanae smiled bitterly. By this time, she has made the incense fade away from her heart. 

The breakup with Sanemi was her fault at best, but at worst it was also because she couldn’t find the joy in being with him anymore. She liked him for a while, because everyone misunderstood him, yet time goes by—she hated that the base, sole reason of her dating Sanemi was out of pity. So she lied about the reason of their breakup; she was dejected for a while losing a close friend, but disconsolate turns into epiphany.

Kanae tried to go back with Sanemi as she wanted to make sure her feelings were correct, and it was. She never doubted herself, adding that Sanemi wasn’t in love with her anymore; for the result, she made her intention clear and precise this time.

This time, she forsooth has got herself a gentleman from a healing-medical clan near the town. She’s doting on him, and planning to confess once the Demon Slayers have finished the ultimate last mission to kill Muzan. She’s waiting in fondness.

“Kanae! Are you listening to me?!” Sanemi shouted, the panic in his face is too funny for her not to giggle her way out; she laughed so hard it almost sounded like a squeal.

“Why are you squawking right now?” He peeved, sitting down in haste in front of her again.

“It’s funny seeing you this worked up, is it that bad? To fall for her?” Her voice small, like testing the waters; will a monster pop up and bite her, or will it be a still water with flower petals floating on?

“Bad. I treated her like shit just because…” Sanemi trails off, he looks down at his opened palms—dried blood can’t be removed, calloused so bad it’s beyond painful to even care, veins popping, scars like scattered roadways.

Then the memories hit him, when he touched your skin, exploring your body with his sinned hands. You loved it, never once announced your displeasure against his rough touches. He flushed red, Kanae just smiled gently.

She pats his shoulder, patting it like he’s a dog.

You accepted him as he is, in a way Sanemi deduces. But he fucked it up, big time. He slaps his face with his hands flat up, covering his whole demeanor with its huge palms.

“I fucked up so bad. I think going back to you would be the best thing, ya know? We’re easy. We’ve known each other for a while. You’re my close friend, Kanae. My first love. How would I know I will fall in love with that girl? She’s annoying, she vexes me, and she makes me feel all these stupid things. And she’s Muzan’s freaking daughter, may I add.” His muffled words slithered through the gaps of his fingers. The silence afterwards was too rigid to cut. Sanemi became friable as he showed his face slowly to Kanae.

Both of their eyes popped up so big as if demons ate each other’s heads.

“First of all, Sanemi, she’s not his daughter. Don’t ever say that. Have you ever considered her feelings in any way? The words you uttered and jammed into her? Especially about herself? Oh, Sanemi…” Kanae’s voice gave out a mortifying sympathy, “…do you want me to talk to her?”

“I think it’s too late now. The damage’s been done.” Sanemi replied. His emotions were, for once, very keen on his face. One can tell he’s feeling something more than remorse, almost tipping towards grief and loss.

“Why?”
“She hasn’t come home for days. She made an ultimatum, and I walked out of her without looking back.” The reply from Sanemi was quick, but Kanae could feel all the emotions it carried, the regret and loss. 

“Where is she now?” 

“With Tomioka in the Water Estate.” Sanemi was in disgust, in disgust to even mutter the name of someone who’s close to you right now, probably touching you in a way he can’t. Giyu can never satisfy you, and the thought kept circling in Sanemi’s head. Like an echo in an empty theatre.

Kanae couldn’t say anything but retracted her hand back and clasped it on her lap. She stared at Sanemi, who didn’t want to look anywhere but his opened palms. His stares weren’t blank; they were deep ponder and rue.

“And tomorrow’s already her test…”

You didn’t go to the Wind Estate, ended up staying in Giyu Tomioka’s mansion as living with him is way easier than facing the Wind Hashira. Your Hashira test is coming anyway, and you have to focus on bringing pride to Ubuyashiki’s wake, proving that you can be relied on.

The days in Water Estate were as normal as any other day before you lived with Sanemi. Giyu mostly left you alone, unless it’s practice time. He is also very serious about training you; the sombre expression he has whenever you fucked up in the training is deadly—you wouldn’t want that to be the norm, so you practiced hard to see less of those faces.

And whenever you squealed, moaning when Giyu hit you with the dummy sword, it was turning him on so much that he had to jack himself off every night. But he refrained from touching you, for the reason that he knows you’re in love with another man, and he cares for you too but not to the extent of how Sanemi does.

Oh, he knows Sanemi’s twisted, crazy love for you, and it pissed Giyu off every time because that angry man is so oblivious to how tall and muscular he is.

The two of you, Sanemi and you, have a very peculiar connection. It’s unexpected, odd in every way—it’s abnormal; one may ask how a connection of supposedly ‘love’ can be that rough and uncanny?

But Giyu has stopped asking ever since he found you in the infirmary crying out when Sanemi left without a word.

Is a connection supposed to be like that? An anomalous, downhearted, despondent bond?

Giyu doesn’t have time to think; he shakes his head.

“Are you okay, Giyuu?” You asked, standing in front of him when he looked dazed.

“Yeah. Don’t worry about me; think about today. You need to be strong.” He taps both of your shoulders; his touch is always so gentle and comforting. You hummed, nodding with affirmation.

Today’s the day of the Hashira test. Your test.

“I want you to wear my haori, will you?” Giyu asks, but his movement says differently. He has already taken off his haori and wraps it around your body. Declaring you to wear it, he said it’s for good luck charms.

The Demon Slayers headquarters has always opened for everyone, especially the people of the corps, but today it will be closed until you have finished the Hashira test. Ubuyashiki has mentioned to Kakushi that they need to clear all places from any possible obstruction that can hurt his precious kids.

The kakushi cleaned up very well. You can’t see anything placed in the middle of the estate, only clear ground with grass for as far as the eyes can see; no dummy swords, no nothing. The place’s like a colosseum.

You can sense all the different kinds of scent coming in. The Hashira and Ubuyashiki are here.

“Welcome, my child.” Ubuyashiki greets. He stands with the Hashira sitting on both his sides. You look and count everyone there, including Giyu who was just next to you moments ago.

You bowed, got on your knees slowly.

“Good morning, master.” You greeted back, your eyes trained on the cleaned ground. Giyu’s haori floats with you like water.

Sanemi’s eyes furrowed in displeasure. Indignation is explicit on his face. Why are you wearing Giyu’s haori? Is that supposed to be an announcement of dating him? He’s jealously irritated, exhaling exasperated breath out of his flared nose.

Giyu, who sat beside him, doesn’t look, but he can see from the edge of his eye. He smirked.

“Are you ready, my next pillar?” Ubuyashiki’s voice is determined. He looks at you, not giving him a refusal as he continues, “I will assign one or two Hashira to fight you at the same time. Your only job is to knock them off their feet. However, my child, keep in mind that you can’t fall. If you do, it’s an instant fail. Today’s test will be that. Are we clear?”

You nodded again, this time in silence.

Ubuyashiki smiled. “Go.” He only mentioned that two Hashira disappeared from his sight.

“Hello! Good luck!” Mitsuri Kanroji stands beside you all of a sudden, too close for anyone’s comfort. You pushed your body away instantly but muttering ‘thank you’ while doing so.

Your back thudded hard against a rock, no, Gyomei Himejima.

Fuck, Gyomei already? I just started. 

The fight went on for the next four hours. You hardly can keep up with the stamina of back-to-back fights like this, which can happen in the final battle with Muzan soon. You did well, had a compact time to take down Tengen and Kyojuro, but all was well, until you heard the master announce something so assiduously.

“Last…” Ubuyashiki looks at Giyu and Sanemi, giving both of them the consent to proceed with the test.

Fighting Giyu was the easiest thing in the test today. You have spent days and weeks practicing with him. You memorized every move and step he deduced. You acknowledged his breathing and blind spots—he was down in no time. You knew he didn’t give his hundred percent yet at the same time knowing that you covered up all of his tricky movements.

Sanemi didn’t attack when you were busy trying to put Giyu down. He simply watched from the sidelines—focusing on the way you swayed and moved with the blood, beautiful like a dance of sorrows.

When Giyu’s down, you know it’s the time to face your biggest nightmare.

He stands there, sharp, stiff, resistant against whatever it is—his solid footing planted on the ground as if he’s part of it. Sanemi, your biggest enemy, mystery, the most breathtaking foe.

And you hate him with every waking cell in your body.

“Oi.” Sanemi calls for you. His sword rests long on his shoulder blades. Waiting, calculating for you to make the first move.

“You don’t belong here.” Sanemi adds, his voice loud and clear. The other Hashira gasped, having awkward and worried faces plastered clearly—Kanae, who thought Sanemi was going to treat you better this time, shook her head in disagreement, muttering “idiot” under her breath.

“I don’t care what you say.” Your legs moved in a speed of light, within a blink of an eye you’re standing in the mere presence of Sanemi, almost face to face—you look up to stare at his eyes, he isn’t shocked, but instead there’s a proud smile twitching at the end of his mouth.

You hovered your blood spear against his neck, countering him.

"Then care about this, sweetheart. Take off that Haori or I will rip it off you." Sanemi sniggers, he looks mischievous but you know he meant it all true. You look down, Giyu's Haori clinging onto your small frame like a flag.

"I like this Haori." You taunt back, playing with fire in the midst of this storm. Sanemi's smile unamused, he pushed so hard within seconds, you almost fall on your knees but he holds you, not wanting you to fail after all.

"Let me go you sick fuck!" The hatred in your voice spat out, you grab your spear of blood against his neck for the second time.

“You’re quick…” he leans down, mouth closing into your ear, letting the blood of the spear pierce through his thick scarred skin, you can feel his blood trickling down the blade to your fingertips.

“…but not enough.” Sanemi made haste within another blink of an eye, vanished from your sight, only leaving desperate adversary trails of blood in your sight.

“You’re not strong enough.” He murmurs, his voice came from the back of your head, you didn’t sense him quickly although his minty breaths ghosted your wake sense.

When you turned left, he’s gone again.

The winds changed, you can see the sky getting darker with a surge of wind swirling in the middle of the battleground—the typhoon engulfed you whole, swallowing both you and him.

Ubuyashiki shifts on his seat, now he can’t see anything because Sanemi has covered the battlefield, the Hashira tried to squint their eyes but found nothing as well, until Gyomei mumbled “Sanemi has something to say to her, I can feel them standing still, both feet firmly on the ground. They’re inside the tornado.”

The wind’s howling, it sounds angry—like in anguish, wailing, sobbing and screeching with pain and grief, as if it possesses a feeling of its own. Your eyes wander around the tornado, you’re inside of it, your feet firmly etched on the ground trying to stabilize yourself.

"What did you do?!" Your voice panicking, Sanemi doesn't answer but vanished to your side in one motion. His eyes are dark with possessiveness and jealousy, he uses both of his ragged hands to grab the Haori off your body.

"Stop it!!" You scream in resistance, trying to run away from his grasp but to no avail the man's quicker. You are tight inside his hug, he violently stripped you off your Haori within the next seconds. You scream, tears forming in your eyes of how degrading this is.

"Sweetheart..." His whispers against your ears are loud, you can feel his hot breath against your skin. He crumpled the Haori with one hand, throwing it away from you, "...if you want to wear something, wear mine." His words almost sound like a plea, desperate and needy. His other hand wrapped under your breasts, grabbing you tightly against his body. His naughty fingers found your buttons, flicking them open in one move to release your supple tits.

He grabs them, flicking your nipples fondly, the soft mewls elapsing from your mouth turns him even more, you feel hotter when his mouth found your neck, he sank his teeth so deep in your skin that it forms bruise, almost bleeding. You moaned in delight, your pussy twitch in anticipation. Sanemi knows, he caught the scent of your excitement as his other fingers skittered up your skirt, finding your pussy's drenching for him.

"Look at that. So dirty for me..." His moans send you another jolt, yet another one quickly wash in when he abruptly enters one of his fingers inside your needy hole. Your pussy welcomes his finger warmly, tightly wrapping him on your velvety cavern. You shudder, moaning softly when he entered another one, his fingers moving in and out slowly, dragging lazily to your clit. "...my, my. In front of these people?" He chuckled, pumping his fingers faster inside you, your eyes shot open in worry looking around as if someone can see, the Hashira, master...but his hand fondling your tits, and the other one fingering you, how could you care of anything?

"It's okay, I did another thing. Gyomei won't see." Sanemi moans against your ear, feeling how you're shaking with his touch. He pressed his lips on the bruise on your neck, thrusting his fingers deeper inside you, curling against your sensitive bud. You spread your legs wider, letting his fingers roam freely inside your gaping hole. He grunts, knowing that you're almost close when your tits feel more swollen, and your warm pussy squelching wet against his two.

"Feel that, sweetheart? So needy for me in front of them. Just cum for me, please." He begs, his fingers ramming faster with thumb pressed gently on your clit, your eyes shot open dramatically knowing you're in the middle of the Hashira test, realizations come quickly but your need is already at the edge, taunting you to reach it.

"Please, Shinazugawa..." You mewl stutter out, mouth open slightly when his thumb circling on your swollen clit, your pussy drenching his two fingers who are pumping faster and faster, your tits are firm against his touch. The silver haired man can't take it as he grunted, cumming in his pants, pathetically untouched.

You scream so hard when your climax hits you, the embarrassment of the Hashira being present, with Ubuyashiki just behind the veil of storm...it's all so overwhelming. Your legs shake so bad, riding your high against Sanemi's broad chest. You look up at him when he withdraws his fingers from your hole, he maintained eye contact as he licks away the residue of your cum, smirk tugging his lips.

"Such a good, dirty little girl for me." He caresses your hair, you closed your eyes wanting to give up in his delicious touch but the way he made you feel right now in this time is a sin, it's forbidden and disgusting. He shouldn't have manhandled you in a way that made you feel like you're a prey.

You liked it, but at what cost?

"I hate you!" You pushed him away, still weak from the cum just now. You vanished with the wind, hiding in between the gaps of his tornado, you fumble when trying to fix your buttons, they were done mismatched when it took awhile for Sanemi to spot you, he uses your scent of overwhelming cum to do so. You're still overflowing with it.

“Just give up, please.” Sanemi reappeared in front of you, just inches away, you can smell him as well but can’t reach him. Your hands clasped bravely on your blood spear, ready to fight. "I don't want you to be hurt, just give up as Hashira. This job's not for you."

"Don't speak, don't come near me." Your voice gasping for air, exhaustion appears after cumming in the middle of a freaking test, the adrenaline rush is twice the work. You can't use your technical breathing, it will definitely collapse you.

What were you thinking anyway? Fucking around with him in this important day. You don't deserve to be a Hashira.

“I will not hurt you, just please give up.” His words almost like a beg, pleading brashly.

“You have hurt me enough, Shinazugawa. Let me go.” Your answer’s as flagrant as his emotions, now both just stand while looking at each other in deep, unconcealed yearning—something can be reached, but none has the courage to try. Too sinned, too hurt, too damaged to believe in the bond.

"But just now you enjoyed me, sweetheart."

The silence drapes between the two of you, the tension’s so thick none can cut it as easily as a swift move. Sanemi knows he hurt you before, and you know more than anyone that you’ve hurt him too, but no one wants to give up this fight, no one’s lowering their sword, until…

“I’m sorry.” Sanemi’s voice bold, loud, and clear as if there’s no storm around him. His eyes soften, his brows relaxed. He dropped his sword on the ground, the clacking sound’s louder than his storm.

Alas, in some sick reason, you got angrier at him for giving up, showing how bare he is with his perplexed emotions. You screamed, launching full force with your entire stamina at stake—you charge towards his defenseless body, stabbing the blood spear just enough to hurt the side of his body, but not enough to damage him long term.

Sanemi doesn’t make a fuss, he doesn’t react but instead his eyes still onto you, soft and transparent—he’s trying to say something with his eyes, something that he has kept for a long time and eating him alive. Undisguised, blatantly shown.

He grabs your chin, his thumbs circling your skin—his eyes still delicate, worry’s front of his expression. His lips quiver.

You pulled away from his dainty touches, feeling prone to fragile when he touched you with such manner.

“Don’t ever get close to me again, this is how it feels.” You can’t stop the emotions exploding inside you, having been holding onto your feelings too long. Your chest felt heavy, something’s pushing up, tightening your throat—it burns, the pain, the heartbreak, and disappointment you have buried deep inside. It’s slashing you inside out. You draw your sword deeper into his body, etching it enough for him to know how much it hurt—every word he said, every attention he refused to give, every time he played with you, every time he chose Kanae, every moment he spent not caring, every second he downplayed you…enough is enough.

For those times passed, he knew that you had taken an interest in him, but he used it as his own pleasure. Never wanting to tell how he genuinely feels, never caring how you feel.

Just like now, and you fell for it again. What an egoistic man. Disgusting.

It all just exploded, like a balloon filled with too much helium; lightless but tensed enough to spurt. You feel clean, like a newborn, but the damage you did to get into this state of yourself is hurting Sanemi in the process.

He deserves it.

Sanemi drops to the ground at the same time the tornado ceased, when the veil has lifted, all the Hashira were gasping and standing up quickly, running to both your and Sanemi’s aid.

You almost dropped to the ground the moment you saw Ubuyashiki raise his palm, telling you the test is over. Before you can hear anything else, your vision went dark, you can’t see any such thing when your body goes limp and breathing is shallower than usual. Sanemi got up with your spear still clinging to his body, he grunts and slouches but never stops dragging his feet towards you.

He grabs you just in time before you drop to the ground, securing yourself against his broad self.

“I got you, sweetheart. I got you.” His breathy voice skittering your pale face, his arms circled around your neck and thighs, “I will bring her back to my place.” Sanemi announces, as if anyone needed to hear that.

Ubuyashiki about to affirm, before Giyu interrupts.

“I can bring her back to my place. She has been staying with me before this test.” He retorts, trying to reach for your lifeless body before Sanemi slapped his hands away.

“What the hell do you mean by that?!” His anger is fuming, his eyes red.

“She has been staying with me. Where were you when she needed you the most?” Giyu’s attention is on embarrassing Sanemi in front of everyone, and the silver-haired man is indeed embarrassed—he took a quick glance around him with the Hashira still standing in place, some of them looking agreeable with what Giyu said.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m here now, and I don’t have the intention of letting her go again. Ever. Hear me?” Sanemi took two affirming steps, adjusting his height, which is taller than Giyu’s, as he looks down at him, glaring dead in the eyes. Asserting his dominance.

Giyu smirks, “It took you so long to say that.” As he turns his heels around, walking to the group of Hashira near him yet his steps took a sudden halt when he saw his Haori crumpled on the ground, he takes it gently but the whiff of your cum is lingering on it.

Giyu looks back, his eyes expressionless at Sanemi, the latter blinks in confusion a few times, then turns around and bows to Ubuyashiki with your blood spear still chiseled on his ribs—your unconscious body is being carried easily by him, like carrying a bag of lightweight grass.

You can feel the morning has risen when the rays of light blinding your heavy hooded lids, still shut closed, but the brightness of it all is insane.

The groan escaping your mouth is animalistic when the pain registers in your body, sending signals of ache and throb everywhere.

“What did I get myself into?” You mumbled, still groaning in the discomfort of still soreness on all your limbs. You tried to wiggle your body out of the futon but were obstructed by manly arms wrapping around your body.

The prickling pain that haunts your joints is gone the moment shock shifts in your wake. Sanemi is sleeping with you. Hugging you.

“What the hell!!” You yelled, finally realizing that you are not staying in any room or garden; it’s Sanemi’s room you were sleeping in. Your crazed eyes dance around to look at his specially organized space, deep cleaned and smelled sweet. A peculiar twinge twists in your tummy; you feel uncomfortable with this fact.

Sanemi opens his eyes lazily, growling softly—adeep voice from his throat. You snapped back at him and started pointing your finger to the barely awake man.

“What did you do?!” Your voice was loud. Sanemi only groaned before hiding his face under his thick futon. You pulled it away from him, snatching it, basically.

“Answer me!” You screamed, but instead he pulled your chirping face to his, smashing his lips onto yours.

You can feel his tongue slide in easily. You open up by nature—loving how his tongue is thick and big, roaming inside your cavern.

The moans escaping your muffled mouth are lewd, too lewd for a foe.

“Good morning to you, angry bird.” Sanemi pulled away, leaving trails of his saliva on your bottom lips. He licked it again, dragging his tongue on yours.

“Who told you that you can do that, huh?” You raised your eyebrow, but your voice had gotten calmer. Sanemi smiled, the kind of smile you had only seen when he’s with Kanae.

Shit. Yeah. Now you remember why he’s on your list.

Your face turned utterly different; the slight mischief and absolute smirk had left your expression; your dim and hurt with disgust and detest are palpable instead. The memories of everything came flooding back, your skin prickling with revolt.

You shuddered, pulling away from Sanemi in an instant.

His smile dropped, knowing without needing to ask you anything.

Wrapping your kimono tightly, you made haste to leave the room. Sanemi didn’t say a word aside from grabbing the tie of your kimono, hard enough to tug it against him.

You stopped, turning to look at his pathetic face—his eyes landed yours, then he quickly averts it in embarrassment. He wants you here with him, but your hatred’s too much to even submit to surrender.

You walk, but he holds.

“Please…sweetheart.” The soft voice of Sanemi that no one ever heard mumbles out softly, his tone floaty and frail much different from how he looks daily. But now he’s like a wounded pup, hair all down but built still huge and bulky, sitting with legs crossed. His huge arms placed on top of his thighs, one finger hooking your tie with need.

“No.” Is your only answer, grabbing the tie hardly as you left him alone to atone for his feelings.

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Trigger warning(s): sexual build up, sexual teasing, sexual tension, slight humiliation, masturbation, light bondage, belt spanking, asphyxiation, denial of cum, toes sucking, finger licking, power play, cnc kinda, predator/prey indication, submission.

Being the new Hashira isn’t something you can joy over, not when you know deep in your rattling bones Muzan is coming, not when being the pillar serves your life on a platter–willingly die for the people, for the greater good as no other but a protector. You didn’t ask for any of this, but here you are.

Blaming Sanemi Shinazugawa is probably the easiest thing to do, yet there’s no enough reason for one to do so. It wasn’t his fault that you became a Hashira, but he led you to it in his damned way. You know the first time Ubuyashiki came to you asking to be his companion was the end of your fate, you know it will be the biggest mistake in your life.

No, scratch that. The biggest mistake in your life is gambling your heart to someone heartless, serving it on a ribbon box just for it to be played around like unwanted food. Your heart has been rejected and you are paying the benign price.

You left the Wind Estate a week ago. Your life has been joyed over with tranquility and solace, the type you can never get when staying with the Wind Hashira for the reason that Butterfly Estate is ever calming, with the mixture of jasmine scents and all other herbs, but lavender is always the dominant one; calming, relaxing, making one feel somnolent.

You’re breathing the fresh air, sharp and tinged with cold, but not enough to freeze your lungs.

And the feeling came slamming back into reality when Sanemi walks in front of you. Your daydreaming stopped in an instant.

You refuse to see him, and are aiming for the back exit in the butterfly estate, not looking back, but to your surprise, Sanemi is following you just a few steps behind.

“I need to talk with you.” He calls out, walking just far enough but close to still catch your scent, white flower and jasmine.

“Then talk.” You sound nonchalant, not having a single care as you walk through the crowd of the village.

“Come back.” Sanemi’s voice is low, but the deep growl he has still lingers. His hefty, hoarse tone laces your ears like a siren call. You sighed, turning your heels to see his face. He looks paler, much worse than when you met him the first time. His purplish orbs are not sparkling or glinting with mischief or annoyance, just pure yearning and pathetic.

He crossed his bulky arms against his dense, bare chest, his hair pushed back. Fucking handsome, fucking hot, and incredibly tall. If you are not having the best self-restraint right now, it would be so over.

“Come back to me.” Sanemi’s even weirded out with what came out of his mouth. He has never felt this way before, not even with Kanae, with her it was easy, because everything seemed like it was already placed where it belongs, but with you, everything, every day is a new challenge—and he’s bad with women. He never has good outcomes interacting with any women outside the Pillars.

“And then what? We’re going to hate each other again? Leave each other alone, then just come back to fuck our brains out? Is this what you want forever?” You threw your hands up in the air. Sanemi’s just stupidly stood there with the biggest question mark floating on his head. This dummy is pissing you off more than you realize.

You walked, stomping angrily towards him as you pushed his body. “I don’t want that life, it’s…it’s not for me.” He doesn’t budge, not even tumbling an inch from where his feet are planted. You pushed him again, this time with all the force you have, and yet he’s hardheaded.

Your pissed face is too adorable, looking up at him with a flaring nose and eyes so big, he couldn’t help but twitch; his lips quivering into a quick smile, a gentle one.

“This is not funny, Shinazugawa-sama. I hope you understand that.” With this, you left the scene without a word. The hardest pang he felt slapping his chest. You just called him using the most respectful form there is, shifting back to before you even knew his full name, placing him back to being less than an acquaintance but master and his servant, the Hashira and one of his companions. Less than a friend, not a lover, will never be.

“Why?!” Sanemi cracks, as if the tone of his voice is not enough to rattle the whole village, everyone gasped in unison. His throat burning hot from dehydration and something he couldn’t pinpoint. You just smiled, the only thing you can do in this situation. It’s so hard to refuse him, to push him away. But you had to, have to, or else it will be your heart in trouble again.

You need space from him.

“I can’t, Shinazugawa-sama. From now on our relationship will remain like this. With boundaries, you are my Hashira to take care of and I am just your subordinate, your staff. You said so yourself before, right?” Your voice like a hush when you hurriedly go back to him face to face, not wanting anyone in the village to eavesdrop on your business.

That. You did it again. Sanemi curses inside, the serenity he felt when he woke up this morning seeing your angelic figure between his dreams just vanished now. 

Despite the intense loathing boiling inside him, breaking his skin from underneath, he shakes his head in disagreement not wanting to fight you further on this.

“Don’t, please.” He begs, his hair flaunting weakly against his eyes. You pushed it aside tiptoeing on your feet, the soft strikes of his silver brush greeting your fingertips; Delicate. Composed. Easy to appease, unlike the owner of the hair.

“I’ll have let you go now. If you need me, please just let me know.”

“Fine. If that’s what you wish for.” Sanemi spat, he turns around backing you. Cursing and wishing you’ll regret, though his heart sank even deeper than his rage—swallowing his pride, then he turns back wishing you’re still there, at least try to chase him to stop and say you changed your mind.

But you’re not there anymore. The reality is triggering him as his emotions exploded, scattered like fireworks meant to entertain. His are alike, entertaining his pain.

“Watch where you’re going! Stupid fuck!” A drunken man slurred. He got a child roped to him: a slave. Thus, Sanemi sees nothing but red—trashing everything the drunken man holds, kicking the slave kid aside; slamming his palms on the haggard man repeatedly. 

As a consequence, the days after slipped into resilient silence. 

Sanemi has ignored you completely, like the way you ignored him, like you wanted.

If this is something you want, why does it hurt like cuts who refuse to heal?

On the other side, the Wind estate has become the number one spot of hot topic gossips amongst the Kakushi and the other slayer members. In a way, more of them come around often. Each day, one to two people added just roaming aimlessly in the Wind estate. 

They heard the news of how the Wind Hashira and Blood Hashira have come to a big downfall, a crumbling tower of overpowered, blinded love. They whisper too that what they had wasn’t love, but lust in a desperate time, and the two were too blinded by the storms that it can’t be seen and conquered, that even the strongest of soldiers against demons will be defeated against something pure, innocent—love. For one don’t believe in it, conforming oneself to the predicament of lust.

It is true. Sanemi has become cold, just like the weather, like the wind. He has changed, changed like the four seasons.

The first time you met him, he was a brute with rough edges and a brash mouth, physically inducing. After knowing him, he was mischievous, unrelenting, biting, sharp yet numbingly addictive. After the kiss, he was all appealing, exquisite with words, darling, almost soft like melting butter. Deliciously addictive, easy to eat, lick, sticky to your fingers—scent lingering for hours, his personable.

But after everything fell down, dismantled into parts…he’s…unpredictable, a storm in the sea drowning sailors and ships with it when it was promised a good, safe sail; forbidding in the most haughty, bitter, frigid. As words coming out of him are frosty—like the clouds, like the leaves cracking dead with ice.

His wintry attitude, almost supercilious, connoting indignant, hateful towards you but not hostile.

You know, too, for the reason that morning Sanemi’s crow came bearing news that he had written a restriction letter for you not to come with him for missions. He begged Ubuyashiki to relocate you with the Water Hashira, but the only thing the master had agreed to was that you were pulled out of joint missions, and to just stay in his mansion as his subordinate. 

Sanemi’s gone on a two-week mission, you cried every single night for two weeks, refusing to eat anything other than a biscuit and honey.

When he came home, his feet took him to your room instinctively, he opened the door ajar—slamming it so hard you jolted in surprise, he didn’t say a thing as confusion painted his face. He didn’t intend to come to you, but two weeks being without you was a bad idea on his side. He fucking missed you, it hurts.

So he hurt himself so much during the fight that he came back almost unrecognizable, heeding your tend and care as he stood tall, looking down at you with menace as blood dried and trickled on his whole body all at the same time.

“Fix.” Was the only thing uttered from his hushed mouth, his lips unamused. Expression cold, nonchalant.

“Yes, Shinazugawa-sama.” You took off his haori, the scent of him lingering under your nose. You forced a smile.

“Good.” He replied, smirking. You didn’t dare to look him in the eyes, as your whole face was a dead giveaway that you had missed him, if not your heartbeat already betrayed you with excitement the moment he stepped in.

Sanemi noticed your red eyes and swollen lids. Your lashes had gone thicker because of the crying; he knew all too much. He sensed it in you, the moment he stood too close, your heart’s a thrumming mess. The hate he felt inside him when he noticed you got skinnier, cheeks sunken and pale. You tortured yourself.

But the sadistic part in him loved it; he loved that you had submitted yourself to him, you just refused to acknowledge. 

He did succumb to his devotion to you, and now it was your time—but you were still in denial, so he didn’t want to intrude. 

But for him, another game’s on. Just waiting for you to say the word.

You cursed; this playing pretend is so fucked up. You knew this thing was just turning Sanemi even more, indirectly roleplaying as mere strangers, intentionally roleplaying as master and subordinate.

Now you hated yourself for choosing this route; you could have accepted his apology and started as friends, but your idiotic self chose the one where you’re pretending to give cold shoulders just because—now everything is like this, as if you didn’t know each other when he knew how your cunt tasted like, and you swallowed his seed proudly.

You shuddered; Sanemi noticed.

“What’s wrong? Feeling hot?” Sanemi taunted; he reached out to you but you shook your head fast. “No, Shinazugawa-sama. Let me tend to your scars.” Your voice barely made out, but he knew; he always understood your silence. Sanemi took a seat on the chair, sprawling his long and thick legs, unbuttoning the rest of his uniform with a playful smile. Lazy, inviting.

You clasped your legs, shutting them tight.

He scoffed, looking down at you with glimmering eyes.

These things keep going; he keeps on inviting you, luring you, teasing. Pushing and tugging at your sanity. He knows you’re at the edge, always.

One time during training, he slaps your ass with his dummy sword, exerting a moan so loud “ah!” coming from your mouth, in front of the other demon slayer members. Your embarrassment is everywhere, haywire in your veins. When the practice finished, he told you to take care of the cleaning as he watched. He just stared hungrily, crouched at the edge, his eyes devouring your body. The sweats dripping from your face to your cleavage, your skirt higher than usual.

When you bend, your asscheeks are just hanging there. Sanemi paused his breathing, he got up too fast his blood didn't register to his brain yet, he's faint. And before you know it, he’s already standing behind you; tall, shadowing.

“Need me?” Sanemi’s voice is hoarse, whispers skittering your nape. Your legs shudder.

“N-no need, Shinazugawa-sama.” Your reply almost sounded like a moan, his smile is evil as he shifts closer, almost pressing his hard dick against your slender back as if it’s unintentional, but you can feel the ghost of it—you know, it was once inside you, multiple times even.

“Hmm, okay.” He affirms, arm barely brushing your shoulder before leaving.

You held your breath the entire time, clasping your legs shut so your cunt would stop twitching, wet folds slick with need, a need to be touched by him. Your master, your companion.

It gets to a point, the teasing, the allure, the game.

During dinner when almost everyone had already gone and the estate’s left only with you and him, plus two other Kakushi and one demon slayer member hanging outside; Sanemi decided to come eat without any shirt on—skin is moist with water from the shower just minutes ago, hair wet, dampening on his forehead like a sticker of lust. Sitting next to you, his huge build is overwhelming, his scent is drowning your sanity.

His muscles flexing with every move, the dried scars are getting better with the herb you mixed for him. His abs, oh, fuck lord.

Sanemi looks at you, no smile, no greeting; the man just starts eating without a sound.

He inserts the meal slowly, chewing softly. 

He sucks on his thumb, licking the remaining sauce coated on it as his eyes are the devil itself. He trails onto you, making sure you watch each and every move.

Sanemi is wicked. He loves this, he loves the game, and that you’re suffering. He knows he has the upper hand for a reason, and you loathe yourself for letting your decision become his game yet again. 

But this time, you don’t hate it.

“Fuck.” Like a starved caveman, you muttered out loud, clasping your mouth with your palm immediately, with eyes almost popped out of your sockets.

“I beg your pardon, Hashira?” Sanemi lifts his head, boring into your gaze when his chin rests on his palm, his other hand playing with the chopsticks lazily.

You shook your head frantically, hair flowing with every shake. Sanemi shifts on his seat, feeling growing arousal between his legs too. You’re not the only one turned on by the game.

Your legs tight shut, you can feel every time he moves. Your cunt twitches with need, a need so long unattended.

“Hashira needs to be smart with their mouth.” He said, now turning his whole body towards you. You tried to run away, but his hand caught your arm.

“Open.” He whispers, taunting, chopstick filled with salmon into your mouth, no other reason to refuse since he’s not doing anything inappropriate—and you fucking hate it. Why isn’t he doing anything inappropriate?

“Good.” He doesn’t smile, voice cold coming from his chest. He exhaled, staring when you’re chewing. “You can’t curse when we’re eating, Hashira. Where’s your manner?” He sneers, his smile insulting you.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice came out a breath, hasty but not goading.

“Do you want me to teach you a lesson?” Sanemi pushed himself closer to you, not too close but not too far. His eyes are so close to where yours are. He’s trying to provoke you, ridicule you into getting the first move.

You shook your head again, chaffing. “I’m sorry. I need to leave immediately.” Your words are like that of stuck woods in the river, staggering the flow of water.

“That’s a shame.” Sanemi said, but nothing; he did nothing. His voice was as normal as he wasn’t. It was like talking to a copy of him: an angelic copy. He lets you go.

With that, you ushered out of the room—panting like a dog in heat, your thighs soaked with how wet your cunt was dripping for him, begging silently for a touch of the wind.

This night, everything is severed.

Your patience, your self-preservation, your dignity, and soul are all too tainted to refrain anymore. You are too hot; there is insatiable lust deep within you. Gaping, breathing, wanting to be used and ruined.

You can’t pretend anymore. Every night you are losing sleep for wanting to be with him, Sanemi Shinazugawa. 

Getting yourself on all fours, your face is flat on the tatami bed as your ass is up, arching in the air—you’re masturbating, at least trying to. Your muffled moans are streaming out of your wet mouth, as you guide two fingers playing with your drenched folds.

Your other hand tries to play with your supple and swollen tits, grabbing them and squeezing, chasing for that hotness which is torturing your inside for weeks.

You don’t want to utter a name; you refuse to acknowledge wanting his name from your dirtied mouth. So you cried, mewling and lulling inaudible gasps instead.

Riding your fingers, you push down and slide up, slick sounds from how wet you are. The thought of Sanemi’s dick is clouding your judgment; you rolled your eyes back—at least the image of his dick is helping you, but it’s so fucking hard to get there.

Every time you’re close, it vanishes.

Sweats drip from your forehead, your chest pressed hard against the tatami. You groaned, desperate. Ass shaking with every move.

“Hngg,” moans after moans skipped down, but nothing is exploding, yet the tinge and need are there, beating, crawling, eating you from the inside.

Sanemi walked in, he made no sound, no creak. He hid in the shadows, having been there for the past few minutes with his arms crossed on his naked top. He studied, watching you having trouble chasing the highs he’d so easily given you.

He saw you, silent.

But his heart was beating too fast now, all the blood running to his hardening dick. He exhaled raggedly.

As if getting pulled out of your clouded mind, you heard and realized—there’s Sanemi in the room, his overbearing scent of mint and sweet, his heart beating fast. You stopped midway.

“Don’t stop on my account.” He grouched, pushing his whole body off the wall and shadows. You didn’t want to see his face; you can’t either way. You’re pushed flat on the ground with your ass up on all fours. You can’t see him out of technical problems and embarrassment.

You stopped, two fingers buried deep in your slick cunt, the wetness dripping to your palm and wrist. Your face turned red, eyes gathering tears of embarrassment.

“Please, just leave?” You whispered, wanting to hide under the ground and bury yourself straight.

“But where’s the fun in that?” He questioned you back, this time crouching just near your all fours form. He studied you, watching as your milky skin trembled without a touch.

Sanemi smirked, not demeaning, not disgusted, just a smirk. Evil, knowing, wanting.

And then you heard it, the rustling sound of his belt unbuckled. Panic set into you as you quickly withdrew your slick fingers with a gasp, turning your body to face him.

He tilted his head.

Your tits bounced on the move, your stomach coated with sweats of desperation.

There's fear in your eyes.

“You have to learn to trust me, birdie.” His chuckles were dark, like a growl forming from his throat. Sanemi was already on his knees, his pants were nowhere in sight. He was as naked as you were with his belt on his hand, and two ropes from your kimono on the other.

He pulled your two ankles with one swift move. You couldn’t see it, and the next thing you knew, he had already tied your wrists to your ankles.

The protest in you is hollering, your voice loud and muffled at the same time. “What are you doing?! Let me go!” You wriggle yourself, but the knot is too tight, and every time you move your wrists, they just clamp tighter on your ankles.

Every time your body tenses, it hurts your whole limbs.

“We’re learning trust today, sweetheart. You don’t like me being so gruff to you? I try working on it. So I want you to trust me, but you just haven’t had the idea to try.” He laments, still crouching with his belt on his palms. He’s watching you spread out like a whore, just for him.

“We both know you can hurt me, even with hands and legs tied like this. But I chose to trust you, can you?” He asks again, this time his belt is caressing your lower leg, near but not there where you want him.

“Shinazugawa-sama…” you cry, tears already streaming down your wild eyes, scared and aroused at the same time. Skin boiling with need, the one he can only fulfill.

Sanemi smiles, soft, delicate, not a crap one he has every day as he spreads your thighs even wider, watching your slick wet folds getting worse.

“Do you miss me?” His word is a question, but to whom you didn’t know because his eyes are feasting on your dripping cunt, it’s so wet that he shakes his head in disbelief—it’s dripping, down to your tatami and ass.

“Hmm..” Knowing, he slaps your inner thigh with his belt, you screamed, one from your throat—dry and hoarse. Your eyes shot open, struggling to run from his torture.

“It hurts!” The skin he slaps buzzing with pain, then it registers as a need straight to your clit.

Your clit vibrates.

You’re doomed.

Sanemi places his palm on your shaking kneecap, steadying himself. He shot a look at your face, aroused and ruined—crying with wet swollen lips so plump he cannot wait to abuse it, your cheeks flushed red, too red one might think you’re drunk.

“Look at you…” trailing his belt, avoiding touching it to your cunt, “…ruined by me…” he continues, belt stopped on your lower belly—with a pause, he slaps that part so hard you jolt with a cry.

The buzz sent straight to your clit again, the milliseconds of virtue, yet not enough to get your high.

By this time, your clit is already too swollen from the stimulation.

“Please! It hurts!” You screamed, this time it’s from your chest; rumbled with hotness and desperation, you tossed around trying to get away but alas your wrists are attached to ankles, your kneecap held by his palm, how can you run when it’s him you want to be ruined for?

“Please,” you choked. “Shinazugawa-sama, please.” Your tremble is for the whole body, your cunt drips even more. Sanemi shakes his head, his breathing is too shallow for his own good—sweats already decorating his scarred face. His eyes are wild, monstrous and needy.

“One more time for me,” his voice almost like a moan, with a tinge of groan and lament.

You refused, looking away when he landed another slap with his belt on your cunt.

The buzz is straight on the core, your swollen clit vibrating so hard that you swore a tinge of pee came out.

Your body convulsing, shocked like an electric wave is struck to you.

“Ah!!” The next scream from you is not humane, when his belt landed on your cunt, the lewd sound of leather against water is what echoes through the roof. Your pussy, too wet, is not giving a firm sound but a liquidized one.

Sanemi chuckles, his shoulders are moving with how hard he tried to hide his amusement, his dick already sprung up with pre-cum leaking all over.

That sound just now, sends him to heaven.

Sanemi paused, looking at your lifeless body when he licked your wetness on his leather belt before  deciding to throw it away and scoops your wetness with his hand, smearing it on his dick.

In between heaven and hell, your vision is blurry but managed to watch his every move; manly, cold and yours. Your master, your owner.

He trademarks himself, his dick, with something of yours. 

Scooping more of your wetness onto his, coating the tip down to the base, making sure it’s wet enough for him, for you.

Sanemi kneels between your body, his calloused and roughed palms gathered both of your huge tits, he presses it so tight together.

You watched, your pussy twitched crazily when you realized he’s putting his wet dick in between your tits, slowly, making sure it doesn’t fit that easily.

“No it's embarrassing please sir-,” you mewled, your eyes hazy with tears. Sanemi affirmed you with his thumbs flicking your nipples, making sure you also felt how he does.

He moves his hip, buckling forward between your tight tits. He throws his head back, mouth fell open with a stream of curses coming out of it like birdsong.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he snaps, not going faster, but deeper, squeezing your tits tighter between his dick. 

He feels it, pressing him, the soft skin and bouncy tits against his wet dick. The tip of his cock nudging your chin, probing you. Without a single thought, you lowered your mouth to reach his tip, he fucking lost it.

Sanemi almost drops himself when he felt your tongue lapping on the tip of his swollen cock, every moment he thrusts forward he can feel your wet tongue ready to welcome his tip.

His dignity is in shreds, he growled.

“That’s my fucking girl, look at you. Fucking mine.” He cries, soft growls dripping from his mouth touching your soul, the buzz in your clit is now moving like an earthquake.

“You want me, sweetheart?” He taunts, shifting his knees further up so his dick is now prepping just in front of your mouth, “you want me?” He moans, turned on by how lost you are looking by now, eyes hooded with craziness, mouth gaping open wanting his cock inside you.

“Answer me, please.” The plea coming out of his mouth snapped something primal in you, realizing that you’re the one in control all this time.

You nodded, frantic, lunatic—he scoffed dirtily before slapping his cock on your cheek, grazing it as if wanting you to remember every inch, every vein embedded on your skin.

Sanemi almost cums right then and there, thus he stopped—denying his own cum, denying yours.

He got on all fours, crawling down your body with his mouth skittering down your skin, his lips touch your nipple, puckering it before taking the hardened nip inside his warm mouth; he sucks, nibbling between his teeth.

He went downward, leaving a trail of kisses by his absence. Biting your inner thigh, you shake with cries, but can’t do anything as he ties your wrists to your ankles still.

Pulling himself away from you, watching your thighs spread so wide for him.

So he opens your gaping hole, wanting, but he doesn’t touch you. He studies it, imagining how his whole palms would fit just fine without stretching it.

Not yet.

He just keeps teasing you, spreading your inner thighs too wide; seeing your pulsating hole is too red, the drip of your wetness squelching with every extension.

“Shinazugawa-sama,” you choked on your moans, embarrassment is not enough to explain what you feel as your eyes try to maintain its focus on the silver-haired man between your legs.

Sanemi doesn’t stop, it feels like forever torture.

But then, he licks your fingers tied near your toes.

The surprise in you was shocking, your body is jolted in another pull of ecstasy, you quickly looked down to find him licking, slurping your fingers.

His eyes closed with peace, relishing in it. 

And he heard it, when he realized your pussy twitched in front of his face, he licks your toes on the other side.

You scream, as his eyes saw you dripping yet again.

“Look at that, you dirty girl. Loving it when I lick them?” He caresses his palm near your fold, but never there. Never fucking there.

He takes your toe inside his mouth again, sucking them—letting his tongue lap on it, you squirm around feeling your clit vibrating every damn second he’s feasting.

“Shinazugawa-sama, just, please, oh.” Your words came out as a sob, a defeated prey wanting her life to be ended right there and there.

“Please?” He asks back, tone sinister knowing you’re under his grasp. He peck your toe, his fingers roaming just around your silken fold.

“Shinazugawa-san, please.” You shudder, shifting your pussy closer to his touch, to him.

Sanemi got on his knees again, standing tall. This time you can see him so clearly—and he is as ruined as you are right now.

His silver hair sticky, rummaged everywhere around. Some stick on his forehead, some sprung up. His eyes are hooded, lazy eyelids hanging over. His mouth wet from all the kisses.

He strokes his hard cock, it looks too hard must be painful for him.

And then there it is, you. In Sanemi’s eyes you look like the fallen angel he’d willingly bet his life on. He hated demons, but if you are one he’d worship you like you’re his only calling.

He’d devote his soul for you.

Your hair is sprawled on the bed, your red eyes gleaming with desperation and submission, your lips parted, edges of mouth trickled with your own drool. Your nose is red, rose cheeks, eyelashes flutter heavily with tears on it.

Your tits are rising heavily, shallow breathing.

Your skin is glowing with need, calling him.

“Shinazugawa-sama…” you called again, spreading your restricted legs even wider, too wide for your own flexibility.

“Wrong.” Entering his tip and then he pulls out, your scream cut short, thinking it was time he finally fucks you, but the feeling is gone again.

“Shinazugawa, please fuck me.” You wail, toes wriggling.

“Still wrong, sweetheart.” Entering his tip again, and withdraws quickly. You throw your head back, slamming it so hard on the tatami you don’t care about concussion, you are fucking desperate.

Your cunt is already screaming, wanting him.

The shudder and twitch in your cunt is too painful that you think it's going to explode, you are too tensed.

Your sobs and whines filled the room, Sanemi scoffed before pushing his tip right in your entrance, just there, not inside.

“One more like this and you’re going to come with disappointment, I don’t want that, sweet thing.” He murmurs, grazing your inner thigh with knuckles

“You want my whole cock inside you?”

You nodded your head in a hurry, tears already streaking down your cheeks, sobbing so hard you sounded like a brat, your cunt is beating by itself; already feeling the climax around the tip of his cock.

“Then call for me, sweetheart.” He moves his tip on a circle just around your entrance, wet folds are too good wanting to be rammed: he’s losing it as well.

Can’t think, you resort to the last name you might think is the answer.

“Sanemi…” you moaned desperately.

Like a fucking calling from within, something snapped in him, and he awakens.

The first time you’re calling his given name—he fucking roars, groans so hard it scared the living out of you. Like his conscience is gone, he pushes his entire dick inside of you with one thrust, jolting your body up, you rolled your eyes back with mouth hang open, your saliva dripping down to your chin, mixing with your sweats. Your pussy so wet it welcomes him dearly, pulsating so fucking hard Sanemi almost drops on the bed.

The whimper from your mouth, you're wailing like a wounded pup. You cried, tears of joy and lust.

Sanemi doesn’t hold back afterwards as you are too wet for him to hold back. He can feel his dick keeps slipping inside your velvety hole—the wet slick folds, thus every thrust he pushes deeper, and every thrust he can hear the lewd sound your wet hole is making. Too wet, too drenched.

“Hear that?” He moans between his ragged breathing. You can’t hug him, so you squirm as your ankles are still attached to your wrists, but he spreads you wider, circling his arms both under the back of your knees. “So fucking wet, insane.” He curses. Each thrust sends your eyes back to your skull, nails dug on your skin.

With your wrists still tied firmly on your ankles. You are elevated, lifted like a useless doll. Like a tied prey eaten out by the predator.

And there it is, the feeling you have been chasing the whole night, your release, your salvation. When you’re almost there, Sanemi drops you down and strangles you, not letting any air get into your lungs.

Both of his fingers are wrapped tightly, neat on your neck as he’s ramming inside you, slapping wet skin against his.

You almost pass out, seeing stars and unable to breathe, but your climax is near. You can’t give up now, but he just doesn’t want to let go of your throat. He strangles you harder.

“Sanemi,” you choked, unable to breathe a single thing inside your lungs.

But the burning feeling on your cunt is screaming, cramming your entire body—your chest is as hot, but you can’t choose which one to focus on as his cock rubbed against your abused clit, again, again, and again.

Shudder, hot, shudder, burn.

“I know, baby, I know.” His words are counted for.

Every thrust, he chokes on his own gasps. Moaning so hard, your cunt twitches and clamps his dick too tight making every move slick, wet, and dangerous, that's when he knows you’re near.

“Good girl.” So, he unwraps his strangle on your neck to let you breathe.

He holds down your kneecaps as he slams back so hard, thrusting faster each time while watching you inhale oxygen greedily.

But suddenly, you feel that familiar hotness lingering in between your legs, crawling out from the inside. You don’t have enough oxygen in your lungs to deal with a fucking climax.

“Sanemi, I’m going to die,” you choked in between hard breathing sobs with eyes closed, orbs rolled to the back of your head when his dick suddenly brushed flat against your clit. Every time it does, your wetness gets tenfold worse.

“No, don’t panic.” He chuckled darkly, breathless in between every hungry thrust.

“Sanemi!!” You screamed again. This time, your body is all up with the restraint you have.

Sanemi can’t believe his eyes. He scopes your back up, pressing your tied body against his as he bounces your frame, steadying his dick in your cunt. He bites his lips watching your pussy taking all of his length in, then pushing it out like a gush, his eyes angry with want.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” he grumbled, slamming your small body down his cock again. Your wetness spurt out his thighs.

Opening your eyes, you stopped breathing in the midst of gasping all the air, obstructing your own lungs because it’s so near. This position is the dead of you, with his dick straight up brushing inside and under your clit, hammering whilst flicking your overstimulated bud.

You gasp, no avail; it feels like the air is not with you.

“Sanemi, fuck, Sanemi!!” Fear caught up to you as you came so hard, spurting squirt all over your body and his. You pent, pulling all the oxygen inside your lungs with your mouth hung open.

He still forces your body to ride him, your mouth still hanging as your hard climax’s prolonged. All the air you have greedily gathered are pushed out all at once when the second cum jolt you.

You screamed with no sound, sobbed with overflowing tears, your lungs were empty of all air. You couldn’t see anything, all dark, spiraling with black stars in your vision.

But your cunt was still being abused, used roughly by him.

He thrust up, unrelenting.

His deep moans are like a hymn to you, broken devilish hymns.

Sanemi smirked when he sees you losing vision, bouncing your limp body, your tits went up and down in sync but your cunt swallowing him whole, gaping on his girth.

Holding your chin together as he dove into your open mouth; a dirty, rushed, broken mouth kiss with his tongue all the way in, he retrieved and slapped you so hard—trying to wake you up. But no avail, you were too far gone.

He groaned, grunted, and growled—the animalistic side he knew he had crawled up his throat, he threw you on the bed untying all your knots.

Putting both your legs on his shoulders, he drove into you one more time with ease—too wet for restriction, your pussy was clutching his dick so hard that he cums without a warning, fucking riding his high on your limp body as his hands went all over, remembering every curve as he slowed down, riding all his cum he pumped inside your desperate hole.

"Breeding you when you're knock off like this, fuck." Sanemi puffs to himself, voice strained so hard as his head hung low near your lifeless face.

He withdrew, his dick half limp and blanketed with your cum and wetness, he smiled loving the way he smelled like you now.

“You’re mine.” Was his last ultimatum, after beats along beats, he dressed himself lazily before covering your body with his stitched Haori, he wrapped you again—he lifted your limp body against his hug, and when he left the place, two Kakushi and one demon slayer member were standing not far from your room, they stood still with pale faces unable to utter any single word.

And this time, instead of unadulterated rage, Sanemi only smirked making three of them shriek in automated fear.

When you woke up, having pain all over your body your mood kicked down a notch. Aching pain, dull one but restless and squeezing every bone of yours.

You rolled over, without knowing anything as the darkness looming in the room; that the person lying down beside you is Sanemi, and the room is his, not yours. You struggle to get up, deciding not to as the wincing pain on your wrists and ankles is protesting not to be used anymore, at least for the night.

“Don’t move.” Sanemi mumbles, his eyes are lazy to open but had to—and there you are, finally alive after sleeping for hours. It’s almost three in the morning now, your consciousness is whispering “hungry” over and over.

“But,” you got cut when he pulls your struggling body into his, huge biceps flexing your limp top against his scarred chest, you laid your head on his arm. “…I’m hungry.” You pout, he grabs your cheek before giving it a peck.

“I know, here.” His actions are too soft, too unrealistic—but he’s moving very naturally, taking the wrapped ohagi and onigiri he placed just near his arm’s reach.

“Why are you being so nice?” You immediately chew on the food, being cautious but still not wanting to get up. Sanemi doesn’t answer, but he pulls your body into a sitting position, placing your back against his chest, he plays with your hair when you’re busy swallowing everything.

“What do you mean?” He leaves a kiss on your shoulder, another tender move, a peck just barely there.

“You always treat me like shit. Hit me and call me names-,”

“Swallow your food first.” He commands, but still his voice is lenient. He took a handful of your hair, braiding them in silence.

You turn your head, touching the braids half done on the top, “you can braid?” Confused, but chewing your food still.

Sanemi nods as if you could see it, “I used to have a lot of siblings.” He whispered, his voice now is not easy to come by. Almost like he’s holding a sob.

Clement, he tied your last hair to a perfect braid. He kisses the back of your head, now placing his chin on your shoulder again, lazily.

You feel a wind shuddering your skin, it’s so cold like an ice breeze breezing through your lungs—frigid, painfully piercing your chest.

Sanemi is using his breathing technique without knowing.

“Sanemi?” You ask, not wanting to turn.

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry for what happened with your family. Your siblings, your mother.”

And the silence washed over the room like a tsunami is due. You can hear Sanemi’s heartbeat quicken, the blood traveling through his body twice the normal speed. But he still remains compassionate, his rough palms just wandering aimlessly over your arms. He hummed.

Placing his chin on top of your head, his fingers dancing across your awake skin.

“I am the one sorry, for everything I did to you. I treated you so badly. I hurt you physically too.”

“I hurt you too, Sanemi. Don’t say sorry about that because I stabbed you numerous times. Can’t even remember.” You talk again while chewing, now Sanemi breathes out so loudly. You stopped, knowing he’s probably more pissed about this than the conversation.

“Sorry.”

Sanemi breathed out, like he’s tired. The exhaustion in that isn’t something physical. It’s mental. Something is eating him alive, rotting inside him like a carcass.

You turn your body, reacting to his pain. You can sense it, in his blood, in his breathing, in every breath he’s taking in right now—he has been hiding it, with his rage and rough edges, brash mouth, harsh barks, burning touches of rage. But now he’s falling, his mask is melting, he failed to protect his true self. A rotten man, corrupted, almost beyond help.

Your eyes yearn for him, eyebrows creased in sadness you never pondered before. You ache for him, you feel everything he felt—the bond made from a blood bender, a curse that when they’re in love they will be tethered forever with their master, their lover, their owner, their partner. Their forever.

Sanemi notices the look, the eyes, the longing—he has the same one plastered so real on his face.

He almost opens his mouth to say the cursed word, but you shush him.

“Don’t say it.” Your voice is soft, delicate, lubricating him with warmth. A light in his darkness.

“Why?”

“Not yet.” You simply give him a warm smile that stretch straight to your eyes. He doesn’t respond, but you offer him one ohagi with a nod.

He takes it, eyes maintaining on you as his mouth takes a big bite—you can see it, the glint of happiness flashing in his purple orbs. He likes it, loves it that you’re giving him the attention he raves for.

“Marry me.” He speaks, swallowing the crumbs of his food.

“What?” The shock in your face, a pang and supercilious.

“Marry me.” He repeated, without any hesitation, no thinking twice.

“No!” You yelled, horror palpable.

Chapter Text

Trigger warning(s): blood, major character deaths, actions.

“Say it,” Sanemi’s moans choked on his throat, puffing hard on his shallow breathing as his hip thrust deeper inside you. “Or else I won’t know it.”

Your ass up, on all fours in the tatami like a doll that you are. He keeps ramming, slamming his dick deep inside that drenching cunt.

“Please, Sanemi-,” mewling, you grabbed a handful of sheets within your grasp, writhing in pleasure as his dick just rubbed your clit so gracefully from the inside, his girth swelling in your wet cunt.

“Use your words.” Yanking your hair, he licked your jaw up to your cheek—tasting your sweat and tears whilst his palm grabbed a handful of your plush tits.

“I’m cumming! Please!!” You gassed, one that will scare all the birds within range, your legs tremble when the cum overrides you. 

The insides of your cunt are hot, melting with your wetness and squirt.

Feeling you squeezing him so hard, Sanemi cums right after. Pumping all of his seeds inside your dripping hole.

He withdraws his dick quickly before scooping his three fingers in between your folds, pressing them inside to keep his cum intact and sealed.

He kissed your asscheek, murmuring “keep me inside of you, birdie.”

“No…” you whined, wriggling away from his hold.

“You say no, but every time I put my seed inside, your excitement is showing.” He mutters, nibbling your waist. He inhabits your thoughts, his voice running in your veins. He’s everywhere.

“Marry me…” Sanemi inhales your skin when he slowly pumps his three fingers inside of you. Another whimper came out of your supple lips, all you could do is purr and moan, never answering the million-dollar question.

And that’s the only thing you emit until morning comes.

“Wrong feet!” Sanemi barks, “if you want to strike those filthy creatures, you need to be smart and fast!” His eyebrows furrowed in unfeigned annoyance.

Teaching the demon slayer corps members is a tremendous job. Aside from killing demons time to time, all the Hashira have an extra plate called ‘Hashira Training’.

Sanemi believes none of them have what it takes to be a Hashira, but you believe differently.

You watch from afar, gawking at how his muscles flex with every move. Every time he raises his arms, you can see them flexing immensely. With your heartfelt impure thoughts, you bit back your groan.

“Why is she just sitting there? Isn’t she not far from our rank?” Zenitsu whispers to Tanjiro. The Kamaboko squad is here again for a reason.

In the previous months, something came up during their training that had to be postponed. All of them had a restraining order, and Giyu had to send them back to their respective missions. After that, everyone got busy, and your own Hashira test was coming up.

Now is the right time for them to come again, after everything seething has ceased and calmed down by a notch.

“She’s not our rank anymore. Look at the buttons of her uniform.” Tanjiro replied calmly, as if the sets of physical labor don’t kill him.

“…and look at her sword, 惡鬼滅殺.” He added, mildly breathless.

“So she killed fifty demons already?” Zenitsu asks again—this time, the yellow-haired boy looks like he’s going to pass out any second. He hates all the Hashira Training by heart, but nothing he hates more than infinite striking training, which is led by no other than Sanemi Shinazugawa.

“Nope.” The P is popping and loud. “I heard she killed more. And she already handled two of the twelve kizuki. Alone.” Murata chimes in. The man looks almost as dying as the rest.

“Why do we never hear of her?” The curiosity lacing in Zenitsu is becoming an urgency.

“Master Ubuyashiki wants to keep her as a secret. I don’t know for what reason. But she got dragged out of the shadows to…” Murata’s eyes skitter disgustingly towards Sanemi.

“Shinazugawa?” Zenitsu’s disgust is apparent in his voice, but not wanting to have any problem with the monster, he tried his best to disguise it.

“My brother is very peculiar in fighting. I think Master Ubuyashiki needs her to do something about it before he gets killed. I heard she has a long history of everything. She’s a mess, not her now, but her past.”

“She’s good with herbs, she’s good with medicines, she’s good in healing—her breathing technique has never been done before. She’s almost as a prodigy as Muichiro Tokito-san but given her age…I think she’s a legend in the making.” Murata pants between his sets, Zenitsu rolled his eyes in distaste.

“I don’t care! If she can’t beat me, she’s still no good!!” Inosuke riots, looking fresh and happy as ever.

This, however, turns Sanemi’s attention away from the other members to this little but loud group.

“Why do I hear more chatter here than any movements?!” Sanemi barks, gripping his dummy sword so tight it cracks.

You heard, thus averting your attention more onto him—not wanting the past to relive itself again.

“Leave them be, Sanemi.” You called out from behind, already standing right behind his lean muscular back.

The kids look at each other with curiosity, blushing when they realized you called him by Sanemi’s first name.

“Hah?” Sanemi looks at you, but no anger is there.

“Just let them. Their form is correct, they just want to chat.”

“There’s no chatting when they’re dying.” Sanemi snaps.

“And why should one die miserably if they can enjoy their one last hurrah?” You tilt your head aside, unamused.

Sanemi looks at you for some moments before he grunts, a deep drawl from his throat. He leans in, flicking your bangs aside.

“Talk smart on me like this, but can’t even say proper words when I have my dick inside you or worse…when I ask you to marry me.” Sanemi whispers, his voice teasing you with almost a childlike tone, not giving a care who can hear him.

But you know he meant the last one.

Zenitsu turns red, whimpering and wailing in disgust, tears can be seen escaping his eyes dramatically.

He’s one theatrical boy.

“I don’t want to hear that!!! Oh my god, you’re already tainted by that man!! How!!!!! Such a beauty like you entrapped by that vile creature!!!” He squeals around, but this time Sanemi doesn’t react verbally or physically; the man does nothing but smirk proudly. 

He puts his dummy sword on his shoulders, leaving the scene whilst barking the other team on the adjacent part of his estate.

“You okay?” You ask the Kamaboko squad one by one, but attending more to Genya.

“How are you, love?” You smile softly, gently placing your hand on his shoulder. Genya blushes cutely, nodding quickly that he’s fine and healthy.

Sanemi watched from afar, mixed feelings of what he just saw.

Later that night, Sanemi fucks you brutally, sideways even. He purposely placed you near the door of his master bedroom, opening all the windows inside so everyone who sleeps in the garden can hear you moan and cry when his dick deep-buried inside.

“I don’t like you being nice to any guy,” was his curt moan before pinching your clit when his dick thrust intensely. “Unless you decide to marry me, then I’ll consider it, sweetheart.”

You shook your head amidst the pleasure he gives you, refusing to be manipulated by his dick into saying yes to a marriage.

The days are like this for some time, for months. The season changed; clothes can be worn less by how the area is warming bit by bit. Flowers start to rise and grow, the sun shines earlier and says goodbye later than before.

Spring is here.

The kids have already finished their Hashira Training; a new batch of kids comes into Wind Estate—and you have grown accustomed to this. Cooking for the kids with the Kakushi, taking care of them like they’re your own child…all of them are very happy with you, thanking you.

They said Sanemi is getting better at teaching; he’s not that violent anymore, even though his punches and kicks are still painful, his words are piercing to the ears and heart, but there’s something about him that changed.

He doesn’t look like he wants to kill people for breathing wrongly anymore. The kids said it’s a great accomplishment. 

Oh, they knew you’re together with Sanemi, and they wish it stays forever for the reason of their own benefits and accords. You just laugh, loving it as well.

Sanemi, on the other hand, hasn’t been that much different. The man has so many traumas latched with him, he needs actual time to learn and progress. But he’s okay with you—the man loves you.

He’s still rough in some edges, not all. The way he talks is not that nice sometimes, but he’s trying, and when he’s angry, he still explodes but chooses to be with himself and vanishes rather than hurt you. So it is something one can be proud of, because when he calms down, he’ll come back and say sorry, which he never did before.

And one thing annoys you? He always slips and asks about marriage whenever, wherever. 

The last Hashira meeting, right after it concluded, he asked: “We will die soon, so why not marry me now?” And you just replied to him with a quick peck on the cheeks, having to tiptoe and drag his collar so he would reach your height, which shocked everyone, including Ubuyashiki himself.

Later that day, everyone knew that you’ve been together for a while.

“The weather’s really nice~” you joyfully walk under the cherry blossoms that start blooming and falling along with the wind; you can sense the beautiful scent it brings. The wind is blowing more when you’re smiling, knowing it’s Sanemi’s done.

“You can do that?” You turned around, but Sanemi’s standing far behind you; controlling the wind with his sword so that the pink petals are circling around you. You feel unreal, whimsy.

Your giggles are music to his ears, the way your eyes fade with your smile, the way your lashes flutter with glee and delight. Your lips are pink with exhilaration; happiness looks really good on you, he almost had a shock.

Sanemi walks towards you, sheathing his sword back. The petals flow slower now until they all fell down everywhere in your body. His calloused and roughed-up fingers flicker them from your hair, picking one by one until he pushes back your strands all together.

He stares into your crimson-red eyes, his thumb caressing your lashes.

“Marry me.” He said, leaning in for a quick kiss that you welcome delicately.

“I love you, birdie.” His murmurs are soft, warm in your face and heart. This is the first time you heard him say it, your fingers touch his that are on your face, you gently rub his skin.

He’s melting. He’s softer now, his roaring voice and actions are now slipping into soft mumbles, a skittering breath. Sanemi is calmer, toned. His uneven and bristly hands are a brawl to his past, a hoodlum patch of nothing good. It’s all different now, he’s different. And those pugnacious scars are just part of the story, the becoming of him into a better man.

You pull away, look him in the eye with the answer right between your lips before you sense something terribly wrong coming.

You heard it, a string of Biwa being picked but from where? And before you could say anything or react physically, both of you are taken into someplace. 

No, not taken.

Both of you are falling into a deep, unbound, unending pitfall of lights and rooms.

It’s a free-fall into the Infinity Castle.

“No!! No!!!” You can hear Sanemi roar, you know his voice is loud when it can reach you—who’s falling way under him, flashes of yellow almost orange lights are everywhere, you can see rooms, doors, hallways but it’s all unending, expanding, breathing and ever changing. The whole cavern shuffle, into a room; opening ways, closing doors, breaking floors…the whole place is alive, and slick.

You keep looking, trashing and turning to see anything, any clue, “Sanemi!! Sanemi!!!” You squall, your twinge fingers trying to reach for his grip, but your voice soon falters as if the voice is also being robbed away from you.

Your eyes panic around the place, your voice couldn’t reach your throat anymore when you realize the demons waiting. Lurking. Watching in between the shadows, the gaps, the rooms, windows, creak of the floors. The whole place filled with them, it’s like an old Japanese castle, a place where only demons live.

Choking on fear, you realize your fellow comrades are also falling, down where it’s nowhere to be found. You can hear their wails, smell their blood who are already caught up by the demons, you can hear bones cracking and being broken into pieces—either by the fall or the demons. You sob, sob until your lungs feel like it shrinks and expands all at the same time.

“Calm down, calm your breathing, look at me birdie!” Sanemi yells, finally having a grasp of your hands. He pulls you into his hug, making sure you’re safe tucked inside him.

“I can’t, Sanemi, it’s too much.” You sob, wailing in his chest as the fall keeps you from even thinking straight.

This fall feels like an eternity, infinite.

“Don’t look, don’t look. Hang on to me birdie, I see a surface.” Sanemi whispers, despite the whole place echoing with cries, screeches, and roars from demon slayer members and demons, you can only hear him, his voice, his breathing.

When Sanemi landed, he makes sure your legs didn’t touch the ground, he took the impact from the fall—rolling on the flat surface with you inside his hug, tight, secure, unharmed.

“Sanemi! Sanemi! Wake up!” You called out to him, closing your eyes calming the nerves before scanning his body for his blood. No damage. Good. He hardened his whole body before the fall, using his breathing technique to prepare for the impact. You breathed out before a swarm of demons came your way.

Unsheathing your sword, evening breathing—closing your eyes.

“Fifth form: blood crowd.”

The blade pierced through yourself on the wrist, letting it all flood the floor before it becomes a big wave, like a tsunami, crashing and crushing the swarm of demons. The wave’s not flowing and fluid like the water even though it looks the part; it compares to slashes of a thousand blades.

For the record, you can’t access more than or higher than the fifth breathing, even the fifth is already too much for your body. But if it means you have to die protecting Sanemi, then…

Dropping on the floor, you cough so hard, gasping for air. Sanemi got up immediately, running to your wake.

“Please, please,” he panics, holding you close in his chest again—he’s under a lot of stress, and you’ve never seen him like this before. The man starts crying, tears streaming down his scarred face.

Before he could do anything, the floor flaps and overlaps with one another, pulling you away from his hug.

You’re still struggling to breathe, but can manage to get up. And just moments before deciding to jump the gap, the floor that Sanemi’s standing on opens up—pulling him into another free fall. Your voice stuck in your throat, croaking “Sanemi!!!” Trying to reach him.

But before seconds could pass by the time, he’s vanished into the falling castle.

“You! Are you okay? Come with me. It’s better if we stick together.” Shinobu Kocho appears from the back, dragging your uniform in a hurry.

Still in shock to register anything, you open your mouth before closing it again.

“Shinazugawa-san will be fine. He’s strong. You are strong.” As if she read your mind.

The walk’s quiet; there is Kanae Kocho and Kanao Tsuyuri walking along just a few steps at the front. They didn’t say any words, but you know they are scared to the bones. You can hear their blood surging, rattling like overheated sand. They’re a mess.

As if the castle knows where to bring you four girls, suddenly Kanae stopped her feet to look around the hall. This one is not a hall; this is a castle inside the Infinity Castle itself. Epitome of beauty, a poetry frozen in time. 

There is a pond everywhere with water lilies. There’s also an old mansion at the end of it. It looks almost like a Japanese castle, but way smaller.

Everything is beautiful, if not tainted with sin and blood.

“My…my…all these beautiful girls just came straight to my palace.”

Him. The upper demon you fought not so long ago, the one slipped with the rise of the sun.

“You.”

“Ah, it’s you~ Destiny brought you to me, yes?”

“It brought me to kill you.” As you surge forward, aiming for Douma’s neck.

“Fuck!!!” Sanemi cursed as he killed a hundredth demon for the day. He keeps running and bumping into demons in every turn before collapsing with Murata—he almost sliced the little boy’s head in two.

“Shinazugawa-san, it’s me!! It’s me!!” The little boy bellowed. He crouched down next to a boy with yellow hair. Zenitsu? He’s dying, Sanemi can tell.

“Why the hell are you here? And why is the Kakushi here?”

“They all get dragged here. We all fell down, Shinazugawa. Even those who are doing missions far away in the northeast and westside. No one’s safe.” Murata mumbled, his hands shaking whilst gripping the sword’s handle hard.

And with that, Sanemi heard all the crows screaming and bearing news. One is telling where the upper demons are, the rest are just flying in commission, and the rest are Hashira’s crows updating everyone about the fights. 

Everyone affiliated with the Demon Slayer Corps is here.

“Fuck. How did they find out?” Sanemi asks in a hurry. He grabs Murata’s neck.

“I-i don’t know, I don’t know,” the little guy’s eyes are wet already. He has been craning his neck, screaming, and crying like a mess that he is.

Sanemi drops the boy on the ground as he shifts his gaze. Zenitsu is dying and being patched up by the kakushi right now. Everything is a goddamn mess.

“Fuck. I need to find my wife.” He mutters, leaving the group behind as Murata keeps calling him back, not to break apart.

“You girls are very strong!” Douma exclaims, you can see the clear blush on his face—he’s turned on, aroused by the idea of beautiful girls being strong and having the will to take him down. And every time he’s like this, it somehow makes his impact stronger than the last.

“Don’t jump there, Kanae!” You yell upon witnessing Kanae jumping full force with her flower breathing towards Douma, it’s a reckless thing. The opening is too big, she’s just charging right into his front without any plans. It’s a suicide.

“Hmm…” Douma mumbles, before shifting away and snatching Shinobu from the side, Kanao was told to just lurk and study the movements of Douma, so the little girl was jumping and avoiding any hits beautifully. But Shinobu and Kanae are the ones fighting, alongside you.

And right now, everything is beyond fucked. It’s not because it was all women fighting for Douma, it is the fact that the demon is Upper Two.

Upper. Fucking. Two. The universe just wants me to die, huh.

“Oh. You…” Douma points at you, who are standing at the adjacent bridge on top of his pond. “I sense something in you…” he giggles evilly, closing his mouth in amusement.

“Shut the fuck up!” Shinobu bawls, not relating to any jubilation of Douma, she charges completely in front of him—even worse than what Kanae did, having calculated this, Douma uses his blood demon art to strangle her with his ice.

The ice created from his blood demon art is potent, almost deadly. Actually deadly.

The ice and frost he has can easily kill anyone, with the extreme conception of coldness and the air frosting around Douma and the people he used it on, it is enough to freeze, almost collapsing anyone’s lungs whoever breathed in the ice and frost.

“Fuck!” Shinobu gasps, as if she’s choking and coughing a lot of blood out. The frost from Douma’s blood art is causing her to almost have bursting lungs.

You quickly ran to Shinobu, almost ignoring Kanae who was also charging at him from the back.

“Kocho-san!!” You yelled, pulling her limping and bloody body out of Douma’s blood demon art reach. Kanao’s eyes flashed with anger and fright.

“Look at me, look at me!” You hollered, having to put her on top of the castle’s roof behind the building itself to hide for a while. Kanao had joined Kanae in battles and tried to use the same flower breathing to occupy Douma.

“Kocho, breathe. Please.” You sobbed, but it didn’t work. She’s dying; you can hear her lungs collapsing. You took a panicked look around the castle, to find anyone, anything.

But nobody’s coming, so you have to take matters into your own hands.

With the remaining flowers you had always kept inside your pocket, you crushed them with your spit and rummaged them around with your palms—making it into a ball of herbs, enough to save Shinobu’s collapsing lungs.

You quickly put it down her bloody mouth, pushing it to her throat that was filled with icicles. Clogging them down.

Closing your eyes, taking the deepest breath…you counted her heartbeat, trying to control it with your blood manipulation. You tried to manipulate the cells in her body, to prolong her life, whatever it took.

You felt it, the life coming back to her, the lungs that stopped bleeding and ceased from bursting. Shinobu’s slowly crawled back to life—the blood in her body, the cells you just created.

Though, your eyes were getting blurry and the blood was dripping from both of your eyes. 

Shinobu woke up, feeling her body was different—like she’s born anew. She could feel her cells were twice the normal person. You had altered and manipulated her blood and cells. It was more than healing; you were changing her: stronger, human but almost something else.

“Hey! Hey!” Shinobu jolts from her near-death just to find you almost collapsing with blood coming out of your eyes. “Don’t die on me! There’s no point in keeping me alive if Shinazugawa kills me after this!” She grabbed you, circling your limping arm around her small and frail body.

Your body is convulsing, seizures kicking in. Shinobu knows this is not the result of Douma, but the outcome of healing her.

Whilst Shinobu is busy trying to take you somewhere else for her to do healing, Kanae and Kanao are still fighting Douma with all their might, though it is way different with Kanae for her reason that protecting Kanao is her priority rather than herself.

And it costs her a lot.

More than a lot.

Kanao heard the loudest thudding echo coming from the side of her, it shouldn’t be that loud for a thumping foot or skidding shoe, this one is a total, a repercussion of a failing fight.

Kanae’s body sprawled weak, blood everywhere right on the wooden bridge. 

The reaction from Kanao’s delayed, she hasn’t registered what happened as she flew around Douma, but her focus is pierced by two.

Before he could struct another Kocho down, Shinobu arose from the back of his castle with her insect breathing, “Butterfly dance: caprice!” She leaps further up, charging down in an instant towards Douma as she stings him multiple times with her blade, injecting poison. 

Shinobu’s unable to behead a demon still, even though you did something to her blood and cells, but she’s twice faster, twice stronger, and hyper focused to inject him lethally. Weakening him.

“Onee-chan!” Kanao screams, falling immediately as she realized now that Kanae’s not breathing, hearing the fatal larks coming from the child, you leap your limping body in between the fights and slide near Kanae.

Douma saw, about to hit you with his blood art but you quickly surge the attack down by your blood breathing, cracking his hands away to hit an empty wall.

Pressing both of your palms on the center of Kanae’s chest, below her breastbone. Taking a deep, shallow, staggering—filled with panic-breath, you tried to close your dried bloodied eyes to wake her up.

Focusing on the slowing heartbeat of Kanae, pressing your warm palms deeper to inflict life.

“Kanao! Protect!” Shinobu whispers, mouthing the words as Kanao stands her ground, guarding you and Kanae away behind her flower technique.

You look up, seeing the beauty of insect and flower breathing being used hand in hand, the colors of petals and the scent of flowers rummaging your nose, with the scarily sacred insect roaming around puncturing Douma.

If this is the last time you’ll live, you feel immense pride in watching how beautiful it is.

Eerie, dying, but beautiful nonetheless.

And it hits you.

Why are you not coughing like the other? Why doesn’t the freeze effect you?

Which breathing are you using right now?

How?

And the reality hits you again.

Your blood breathing technique is running by its own right now, protecting you from getting any effect from the blood demon art. Your blood is ever changing, expanding, and adapting.

Your blood’s becoming a chameleon, and from this renowned theory you can conclude that…

“…I’m immune to the blood demon art.” You mumbled, still trying to pump the blood for Kanae. But every time you take your hands away, her heart fails.

Now that you know how to defeat Douma, at the same time not being able to leave Kanae unattended whilst the two sisters underscore with a lot of hassle, dying by their own techniques back to back.

“Stupid guy!!” Inosuke charges at Sanemi, who’s running for the past two hours trying to find you. He doesn’t need anyone, he doesn’t care about helping anyone but you. He has killed more demons than you did, though they’re not upper two like what you are encountering.

“Why are you following me!” Sanemi’s grief is palpable on his face, trying to mask it as anger. Inosuke’s one idiot bum, but he can sense people, and he’s not as blind towards everyone as anyone wants him to be.

“You! Sad?!” The boar head asks, angry but not really.

Sanemi doesn’t answer.

“I can find her, ya know’. U needn’t ask.” Inosuke charges on all four, running beside Sanemi—he looks like a wild boar Sanemi buys just to be his pet, somehow.

“I didn’t ask for your help. Fuck off.” Sanemi tenses up, part of him wants the boar head to find you, but what if what he found is a dead, lifeless body?

“Seventh form! Spatial awareness!!!” Inosuke hunches, he crouches down with the beast attitude with his arms extended, and palms open wide. Sharpening his sensitivity to the faintest change of winds and shifts, trying to identify the position of you.

Sanemi halts his anxious feet, looking at Inosuke with nothing but a glint of hope and anger.

“Found them!”

“Them?”

“Blood girl. Kocho sisters. Quiet, smaller flower girl.”

You keep pressing your palms, wanting to keep Kanae alive more than ever. You trained with her, lived under her wing for months before you deemed yourself unworthy of the flower breathing. You were her favorite girl. You can’t just leave her to die.

But watching Kanao and Shinobu struggling, feet planting left and right, swish of swords have become sloppy and rushed, breathing ragged and shallow, lungs collapsing slowly with each inhalation—you have told Shinobu before that using a mask lace with herbs can help, both of the girls are wearing one and it does help. But not forever, not for a long time.

You keep looking up at the girls, then down at Kanae, up again to watch them and wishing nobody’s hurt anymore.

Just like Douma heard your sputtering thoughts, Kanao falters, withering like a dying flower in autumn; falling down gracefully, swinging with the wind as it carries one dying orange leaf to the ground of a crisp surface.

“Fuck!” You cursed, crying with panic as you held one hand on Kanae’s chest, the other is circling her much taller and firmer body. You try to shift yourself closer to Kanao, who fell down with no breathing as well.

“Kanao! Kanao!” You scream, panic is everywhere in your wake. Your eyes are bloodshot from trying to maintain Kanae’s body, while the other of your arms lingers with how Kanao’s lying flat, unmoved.

Your distress is like a beacon of hope and joy for Douma. He’s all smiles while fighting Shinobu, who got angrier and stronger by the seconds. The altering of her blood has gone successfully—you tried to do one for Kanao as her heartbeat is still stronger than Kanae, easier to revive her.

Placing them side by side, you sit in the middle with feet tucked under yourself, knees settling with the coldness of the wooden bridge in the castle.

You place one shaky palm on Kanae’s chest, and the other on Kanao’s.

Deep breathing, planted knees on the ground, mind faltering with hope.

You sire both Kanae’s and Kanao’s blood synergy, using their open wounds to transfer blood to one another as they’re more like, although born from different wombs.

Their breathing has created a sameness of their blood, an uncanny one.

“Blood entice. Once. Twice. Thrice.” You breathed, enticing and entangling both their blood with each other to relive one another, jolting with the energy collected from each body. You are just experimenting here, nothing that you do up to now is something you learnt, but you read.

And if this goes wrong, both will die.

As your eyesight gets blurry, your body having a collective seizure, your eyes start to spurt blood again of how much you’re pushing yourself—but you could feel both of their heartbeats are going normal, as their open wounds start to close and the bridge of blood ceases.

But your life itself is ceasing, you can see light.

Beautiful light, shining ajar on top of you as your eyes tricked you into submission to the dark, you can’t see anything.

“Birdie!!!” You heard his voice, Sanemi. 

Oh, you must be dying.

“Inosuke!!” Shinobu screams, finally going down from the fight and letting that boar head take over, “Shinazugawa! Not now!” She demanded, but Sanemi’s focus is on you.

You’re…dead?

You fell in between Kanae’s and Kanao’s surging consciousness, as both of them tried to get up and yours fell down just perfectly still.

“Shinazugawa!!!” The echoes of Shinobu’s voice faltering behind, as if it’s so far away from your reach.

“Wake her up! Wake her up, goddamn it, Shinobu!” He screams, using her first name in forever. Shinobu tries to reach you, her voice further from your hearing. “Yes! Just help Inosuke, go!” Echo, just echo away from your ears.

Kanao opens her eyes in shock, screaming again right from her throat as she realizes something. But you can’t see; you’re too tired to open your eyes as your body feels like it floats through the beaming light.

You feel featherlight, almost weightless.