𝗦𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 × 𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿 [OLD]
𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒-𝖲𝗂𝗑
(*chokes and dies*)
Things were going pretty well!
Uh... as well as things can go when you're posing as a courtesan, y'know...
At the Tokito House...
"Sumiko-chan, could you carry some stuff for us?" a woman asked as she approached a hardworking Tanjiro, "We don't have enough help right now..."
"Of course! Koinatsu-oiran's room, right?" Tanjiro exclaimed, "I'll bring it right over!"
As Tanjiro was gathering the items he was instructed to carry, another woman joined to help him balance all the items.
"You're a really hardworker!" one of the women was saying, "When we removed the makeup and four your scar, the Hostess was furious but..."
"I'm glad to be helping out!" Tanjiro assured now, "Alright, I'll be going now!"
And Tanjiro wandered away, carrying ACTUAL TOWERS OF BOXES AND CASES.
"She's really strong, isn't she?"
"She is!"
Yep, yep!
For the past few days, Tanjiro had been doing his best to help out around the Tokito House. But man-
Pretending to be a courtesan was not an easy task at all to be honest. People seemed to believe him easily enough, probably because he just had a pleasant vibe about him, but
'I think this is the room.' Tanjiro thought as he looked into a room and found two little girls sitting together, whispering.
"I heard that the Hostess from the Kyougoku House fell from a window and died." one of the two girls continued, "Let's be careful from now on."
"There have been lots of ladies who lose their footing and disappear. It's really scary..." the other agreed.
"What do you mean lose their footing?" Tanjiro inquired as he entered the room.
"Oh! Sumi-chan!" one of the girls chirped, "That's a lot of stuff you're carrying!"
"They're all presents for Koinatsu-oiran." Tanjiro replied with a smile.
"Losing your footing means you run away without paying your debts. If you're found, something bad will happen to you." the other explained as the first girl marveled at Tanjiro while he set down all the gifts.
"Oh... I see..." Tanjiro murmured.
"Some also run away with their loved ones. Even a few days ago, Suma-oiran..."
'Suma! That's Uzui-san's wife!'
Before the girl could say anymore, Koinatsu-oiran entered the room with a, "Don't go spreading rumors. Nobody really knows if they ran away or not."
"Okay..." one of the girls sighed.
"Sumiko-chan, please come here. Thank you for carrying these." Koinatsu-oiran hummed.
"O-Oh! Okay!" Tanjiro exclaimed and wandered over to the woman who gave him candy.
"Here, for your hard work." she told him.
"We want candy too!" one of the girls exclaimed as they crowded the lady.
"Oiran! Oiran!" the other chimed.
"Didn't you two already have some?" Koinatsu-oiran asked the duo.
"Uhm, did Suma-oiran really lose her footing?" Tanjiro asked frantically.
Koinatsu-oiran frowned at him with a, "Why do you want to know that?"
"Uhm... Suma-oiran is... my..." Tanjiro cringed, "Suma-oiran is my big sister..."
The trio gasped.
And Tanjiro...
Uh...
Yeah, that.
Lying is super painful for him.
Surprisingly, they seemed to sorta kinda believe him and gave him the information he needed!
Apparently Koinatsu-oiran didn't believe that she'd lost her footing and her behavior hadn't seemed strange, but when they'd checked her diary, it'd said exactly that.
Suspicious...
ANYWAYS-
At the Kyougoku House
"You're gonna have to take off the mask eventually."
"I can't, it's just not possible."
The Hostess had called for y/n, and the conversation was inevitably in regards to her mask. She wanted her to take it off, and y/n's position on that was clear.
Now she had to use the sweet negotiating skills she'd learned from Sanemi to get herself out of this mess!
...
No... maybe not what she'd learned from Sanemi.
"You're going to have to."
"No, I'd rather not."
"Why not?"
"My face is horrific."
"Huh? Men don't mind if you're a little ugly. Makeup can fix that, I'm sure of it, so don't use that excuse."
"I was mauled by a bear as a child, so I have terrible scarring on my face." y/n blurted out of the blue, 'Uzui-san told me to say this in case I was questioned, but I dunno how well it's actually going to work.'
"Like I said, a little bit of touching up will make the scarring less noticeable. Here, let me take a look—"
"I lost an eye after being attacked by a boar, then my body sustained awful burns during a fire in my hometown." y/n went on in a flat tone, "I was also brutally beaten by some thugs when I was wandering about on myself. Oh yeah, also..."
She pulled up her sleeve and the Hostess gasped at the sight of the many scars marring her arms, "Some sword wielding maniac cut me up, so my entire body is covered in huge scars. I'm better off doing stuff like cleaning."
"...oh. Nevermind, then... I suppose we could make an arrangement to have you assist with cleaning Warabihime's room."
Y/n beamed with pride underneath the mask, proud to see her little story working so well! It'd initially been way longer with much more gore behind it, courtesy of Uzui, but her attempt at shortening it seemed to suffice!
She couldn't help but include the input that Inosuke, Tanjiro, and Zenitsu had offered, but the story of being attacked by a sword wielding maniac seemed to seal the deal!
Y/n ended up being paired with a girl far younger than herself, one who seemed to be just as new as her. She'd been crying when they first entered, a small cut beneath her lip, but her sobs had quieted down as they were given their orders and warned to clean the room quickly before Warabihime Oiran returned.
When they were left alone, they were both silent. With the exception of the little girl's quiet sniffles, there was little sound save for the rustling of the room being tidied up and put back together.
"Wow, this room is a mess..." y/n murmured as she was gathering pieces of shattered wooden from a ruined drawer, "Did someone throw a tantrum here?"
"Well... that's..." it took a moment to realize that it was the little girl who was speaking, but she'd begun crying against before y/n could figure it out.
The h/c haired girl gasped and frantically set down the wood shards before kneeling next to the younger girl, unsure of what to do, "H-Hey, it's okay, you don't have to cry-! Uhm... take deep breaths!"
The girl continued crying as y/n crouched beside her, completely unsure of what to do. She internally cursed her incompetence in reassurance, wishing Tanjiro was present, before awkwardly patting the young girl's back.
"Okay, go ahead and cry it out, I guess..."
She sat there for a moment, just watching the younger girl cry before Zenko— no, Zenitsu peeked into the room.
"WHAT THE-?! WHAT HAPPENED HERE?!" he demanded and y/n whipped her head towards him.
"SHHH!!!"
"Oh, sorry!"
Now it was two goobers who were incompetent in reassurance trying to stop the girl from crying. In their haste to comfort her, they hadn't noticed the arrival of another.
"What do you think you're doing in my room?"
It wasn't until they were looming over the pair that both of them froze, chills running down their spines.
For Zenitsu, he had heard the sound of a demon. A horrible, unnatural sound that couldn't belong to a human.
As for y/n, it was like a blade pointed right at the back of her neck. She whipped around, ready to fight, only to find a sharp eyed woman glaring dagger sat her and Zenitsu.
'This woman, she...' y/n took notice of the trembling in Zenitsu's hands, 'Huh? What's up with him?'
"Hey, you deaf or something? Answer me!" the woman demanded in a sharp tone as y/n looked back and forth between her and Zenitsu, puzzled.
"W-Warabihime Oiran..." a small, shaky voice spoke up from outside the room where two trembling girls were peering in, "Those girls have only just arrived, I'm sure they didn't realize—"
"So what if they only just arrived?" Warabihime demanded and the two girls outside the room fell silent.
Finally, Zenitsu spoke up.
"We apologize for barging in! The room was wrecked, and we were trying to comfort this girl who's a crying-!" Zenitsu began frantically, grabbing ahold of y/n's wrist as she moved to do some dumb 💩.
"Ugh... you're unsightly, I could throw up just from looking at you. The world would be a much better place if you just dropped dead." Zenitsu's jaw dropped as he fell silent, absolutely flabbergasted by the unwarranted insults, "And what's up with your head?! It pisses me off! You ought to do what that mask wearing moron is doing and cover up that hideous face."
'Wh...WHAT'S HER PROBLEM?!'
Y/n and Zenitsu were at a loss for words.
"The room is indeed a mess, and I told this one here-!" she suddenly grabbed the crying girl by the ear, causing her to cry louder, "—to clean it up! Shut your mouth and clean the damn room already!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-!" the little girl wailed, "I-I'll do it right away! Please! Please, forgive me!"
Y/n inhaled sharply before grabbing the woman's wrist, though her heart leaped to the throat when Warabihime's cold glare turned to her.
"What do you think you're-?!"
She wrenched the woman's hand at an awkward angle, loosening her grip before grabbing ahold of the girl and holding her close to serve as a shield.
Y/n didn't bother speaking, she'd either start stammering like a loser or say some completely out of pocket 💩 that would get her cover blown.
She didn't have to, through. As the woman was angry enough just from having been treated in such a way.
"How dare you, I'll-!" she raised a hand to strike y/n only for Zenitsu to grab it, stopping her attempt at smacking y/n upside her head.
He looked like he was about to 💩 himself, sweating bullets, but he looked furious as he stared at the tall 🍑 woman, "Don't you lay a hand on either of them!"
'That's the spirit, Zenitsu! I'm sure Nezuko would be proud!' y/n thought with a look of pride beneath her mask.
WHAM
One minute Zenitsu was there being a respectful king, next he was smacked so hard he went flying right through the wall and into another room.
Y/n was left sitting there for a moment before she turned her head to look with a, "Huh?! Zenko!"
She wasted zero time letting go of the little girl and rushing to her fellow demon slayer's side. He was out cold, bleeding from the nose and unresponsive.
"Hey! Zenko!" y/n shouted, kneeling down next to Zenitsu and patting his cheek, "Wake up! Come on!"
'Oh 💩, he's out cold-'
A small groan.
'Or not!'
"Who are you...?"
"Oh come on, look!"
She took off her mask and pointed to her face.
"GYAHHHHH!!!"
"C-Calm down, it's just me!"
"Step aside, this rotten brat needs to be taught a lesson." came the voice y/n had begun to despise.
Y/n scowled at Warabihime Oiran, unbothered by the fact that she was without her mask at the moment. She wanted this trick 🍑 ♀️🐶 to see her glaring!
As soon as they locked eyes, the dark haired woman seemed a little taken aback. It was a brief flash of surprise-
Then delight—
Why?
Oho, I shall show you
Two days before the Kamaboko Squad infiltrated the Flower District
Warabihime Oiran, or just Daki, had just turned the Hostess of the Kyougoku House into roadkill and was feelin real good about it.
You know, normal demon 💩.
The ♀️🐶 is Upper Moon Six.
She couldn't be bothered with eating the woman since she was old and 💩-
As Daki was crawling back into the Kyougoku House through a window, she found Michael Kibutsuji chilling in the room.
(Muzan has been autocorrecting to Michael and it's starting to scare me-)
No, wait, Muzan Kibutsuji.
"Muzan-sama!" Daki exclaimed like a simp, shame on you. Radish lookin biatch.
"You seem to have eaten a lot of humans and have become a lot stronger. That's good." Muzan hummed.
Oh how I wish I could backhand that damn smirk of his off his pale 🍑 face-
"But don't let your guard down. If things are going too well, you could easily get tripped up."
Oh yeah, guess how we got all this info!
Shiori.
Best cat ever.
Anywho, here's the important stuff.
"Daki, I have an additional assignment for you." Muzan continued, "There's a certain Demon Slayer, one who has e/c eyes and h/c hair. She's been a thorn in my side for a while now but I need you to turn her into a demon."
Daki blinked, "Pardon?"
"If she declines the offer, disregard her answer and do it anyways." Muzan told Daki.
Daki, or just Warabihime, couldn't quite understand why Muzan wanted this brat on their side.
She wasn't strong at all and looked really weak. Super timid too. And get this, she had little to no presence.
If Daki were in a room full of Demon Slayers and this girl right here, she'd assume she were just a normal person.
'Why is she looking at me like that?' y/n wondered as she held the frightened Zenitsu as he pointed at her face, babbling unintelligible 💩, 'I don't like this one bit...'
On Warabihime's side...
'That facial structure of hers... something about her face is rather familiar to me.'
~~~ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ•°*
"NO NO NO NO NOOOO!!!! THIS
IS TERRIBLE, AWFUL! HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN!"
A certain cat was running along the roof of some houses towards the spot where Uzui, Tanjiro and Inosuke were gathered.
"OLD MAN!!!" Shiori cried, "ZENITSU AND Y/N HAVE BEEN TAKEN!!!"
Uzui seemed surprised, "Y/n?"
"SHE'S BEEN GONE SINCE YESTERDAY!!!" Shiori wailed, looking genuinely afraid, "Ohhh, what will the Chinchilla say??? And she never got to actually interact with her brother again, THIS CANT BE HAPPENING!!!"
Yeah, there's no way.
Y/n should've been the least likely out of the Kamaboko Squad to get snatched.
"Ayo, wtf-" Inosuke couldn't believe this shit, "What happened to her?"
"YOU THINK I KNOW, YA DAMN BOAR!???" Shiori screeched, "IF I DID, WE WOULD'VE BEEN ON OUR WAY TO SAVE HER RIGHT NOW!!!"
"I'm sure there's something you know. Something you might have seen." Tanjiro tried calming the frantic cat.
"It doesn't matter." Uzui murmured, "You two, go home. Your ranks are too low and you'll only get yourselves killed."
"Uzui-san, wait-!" Tanjiro began.
"Think about it, if y/n was captured, you two aren't going to be any more fortunate unless you leave now. Go." Uzui went poof and was up out of there in the blink of an eye.
"Oh! I remember!" Shiori suddenly exclaimed, "That ♀️🐶 Kibutsuji was here four or five days ago! When I was checking out the land to see if this would be a suitable mission for y/n!"
"Kibutsuji?" Tanjiro and Inosuke demanded, getting some nods in return, "Why didn't you mention it sooner?"
"Didn't think it was important."
"WHAT?"
"Anyways, he mentioned something about turning y/n into a demon... and to be honest, I can see why. Now that I think about it carefully." Shiori sighed.
"Okay, but why-"
Shiori shed a single tear, "My beloved y/n is a descendant of one of the first breath users. To put it simply, there's a smol chance she may have resistance to the sun as a demon. An itty bitty chance but still a chance anyways."
...
Well shit.
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- Shiori went to check in on y/n for her nightly "Talk About Daily Feelings session" when she found out she'd gotten snatched
POV: you're looking at one of Daki's nasty 🍑 sashes
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