𝗦𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 × 𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿 [OLD]
𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒-𝖭𝗂𝗇𝖾
(Note: i should probably put back all the chapters before I continue with the newer version 💀)
No matter how frustrated y/n was, that side of her which worried for others would always drown out her fury.
While she was busy to tending to as many injuries as possible to minimize avoidable casualties, Nezuko was nearby beating the crap out of Daki. Like, seriously. She was kicking her around like a ragdoll.
Just as she kicked Daki through a building and was about to go rock her 💩, she noticed a wounded lady from the corner of her eye. Oh damn— she was bleeding.
The woman stared at Nezuko with fearful eyes and guess what? Nezuko ran for her, ready to turn her into a whole three course meal.
"NO! EATING HUMANS IS BAD!" Shiori screeched, dropping on the demon girl's head and digging her claws into her eyes.
Nezuko roared like a wild animal and tried unsuccessfully to free herself from the cat's unforgiving claws.
"Sorry, Nezuko! But I can't let you eat anyone!" Shiori apologized, "If you do, y/n will have to take her own life! And while she'd probably do that without hesitation, I can't let that happen!"
Nezuko snarled and made a move to snatch the cat up and rip her apart, but her wrist was grabbed before she could rip the feline in two.
"Damn it, Nezuko, snap out of it!" y/n shouted, immediately snatching up the girl's other wrist when she tried to attack her again.
After a few brief moments of struggle, the h/c haired girl released Nezuko and hopped a safe distance away before the demon could land a kick on her gut. That would've hurt like hell—
"Nezuko!" y/n yelled, her instincts screaming for her to grab her blade and eliminate the threat, "Please!"
Once more, Nezuko lunged for her and y/n raised her arms rather than her blade. 'I can take a bite to the arm.' y/n thought as the world around her seemed to slow, 'If she does that, she'll be close enough for me to knock her out—'
Before y/n could put her plan into action, bracing for the familiar searing pain, Tanjiro popped up and used his sword's sheath to pull Nezuko back and away without hurting her.
Y/n would've said something, she would've tried to help. But she immediately turned to face Daki instead as the demon emerges from the wreckage Nezuko had kicked her into.
The h/c haired girl cringed, 'Guh...! Her face!'
"That brat... how come she's so strong?" the disfigured demon demanded as she stumbled out from the wreckage of a building she'd been kicked into, "She must've recieved a lot of that man's blood."
EEK! SHE LOOKED LIKE A WRECK!
Regardless, y/n scowled, 'This annoying pest-'
"Tanjiro." she called, looking back at the demon slayer who held his thrashing sister, "Will you be alright with Nezuko?"
"I'll be fine!" Tanjiro assured her as Nezuko continued thrashing. Was— was he absolutely sure?
Y/n immediately looked back at Daki.
"You... how come you haven't turned into a demon yet?" The Upper Moon demanded as soon as she noticed the little h/c haired 💩 standing there and glaring at her.
Y/n merely stuck out her tongue, "I've had to fight off larger amounts of Muzan's blood before. The blood you gave me has been watered down by your own so it's hardly a challenge to get rid of it."
"You... you little bit-!!!"
Daki didn't get to finish, y/n right up on her in an instant. She got a nice lil upper cut which sent her flying into another building, y/n hopping on after her.
'So strong. Wouldn't want to get hit by her...' Tanjiro thought warily, recalling how Inosuke had been punched by her in the gut.
In his moment of distraction, Nezuko kicked and sent both herself and her brother flying. Oh yeah, he has to help Nezuko.
Why Tanjiro was frantically trying to calm his sister down, y/n was... well, y/n had done her thing already.
But something wasn't right.
"I AM STRONG! I REALLY AM!!! I'M AN UPPER MOON AND YOU'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!" Daki wailed, throwing a fit after her head had been severed from her body.
Y/n didn't even flinch when Uzui popped up beside her, looking bewildered and somewhat irritated by the sight before him.
"What's up with her?" Uzui inquired.
"Dunno. She's been at it for the past two minutes." y/n replied with a small frown and shuffled a little when the Sound Hashira pat her head.
"Mm, good job on severing her head." he told her as Daki's wailing persisted, "But how come she hasn't turned to ash?"
"She might not be an Upper Moon."
"I think you might be right."
Daki gasped at that, "I really am an Upper Moon! I'm Upper Moon Six! Are you idiots blind or something?!"
"But cutting your head off was way too easy. I mean— y/n of all people did it in less than a minute. You're weak." Uzui remarked to which y/n flinched with a small "ow..." 'So he'd been watching and didn't help? This chick almost cut off my head twice before I got to hers...'
"I haven't lost yet! Don't get cocky!" Daki whined.
"Your head is literally in your lap. It's over."
"I'm really strong! I may only be Rank Six right now, but I'll get stronger!" "Not buying it."
Y/n looked back and forth between the demon and the uninterested Uzui, flinching when Daki actually started crying. Dear GOD it was like a tea kettle!
Uzui looked just as flabbergasted as the two of them gawked at the whole 🍑 demon crying like a little kid.
Despite the bizarre situation, y/n felt oddly... unnerved. She wasn't disintegrating. She showed zero signs of starting to do so anytime soon! What was happening?
'I don't like this...' y/n thought with a quiet groan.
"Die! Die already!" Daki wailed, slamming her fists against the floor, "All of you can just go die!"
Uzui no longer looked relaxed, lowering his big 🍑 cleavers from his shoulders as Daki's tantrum persisted. Y/n got the message, reaching for her own sword with a wary look.
"My head! They cut off my head! These bastards cut my head off!!!" Daki screamed, "Onii-chan!!!"
At that moment, a whole other demon started to pop up out of Daki's headless body. Damn it all. Y/n almost cried when she realized the mission wasn't over. She couldn't go home yet.
Uzui was the one to move first, clearing the distance between himself and the one and a half of a demon currently having a meltdown on the floor.
He was poised to strike as the second body was emerging, only to completely miss as both Daki and the newly formed demon disappeared before reappearing in the corner of the room just behind y/n.
She turned her head to look, and found a rather terrifying new demon. He was hunched over, her spine clearly visible through his back, and his pelvis, goddamn. His waist was snatched—
Ahem. Anyways.
Daki was crying like a binch while this new demon seemed to be... comforting her? His voice was like nails on a chalkboard, though, dear god—!
"There, there, you don't need to cry. Is that a burn on your face?" Let's call him... cabbage head. Yes, cabbage head.
Y/n and Uzui exchanged a glance as Cabbage Head continued comforting this Daki chick. Bro... WHY? THIS WAS CHEATING, HACKING. A deep breath, and an exhale.
'Shinazugawa-san. Help.'
Somewhere else, Sanemi sneezed violently.
"What the 🚚, am I sick???"
Sparks flew when Uzui suddenly moved, aiming to slice of Cabbage Head's, uh... head. The pair had basically swapped spots, damn they were fast, and y/n damn near teleported across the room to keep some distance between her and this Cabbage Head guy.
She spotted red in Uzui's flawless white hair, and she internally sobbed, 'Just one normal mission, just one god damn normal mission! Is that too much to ask!'
"Not bad, not bad at all. You actually managed to stop my attack," 'URGHHH MY EARS—!' Cabbage Head turned to face the pair of demon slayers with a pair of weird looking bone sickles in hand, "And to think I attacked with the intent to kill, too. Nice, very nice."
Y/n looked to Uzui for some kind of reassurance but her heart dropped straight to her 🍑 when she saw the look on his face. He wasn't acting all bombastic like he usually would, bro was locked in! And he was bleeding... damn, he was bleeding—!
"Look at you, man. Nice face, nice skin too," Cabbage Head drawled as he scratched at his forehead, "No blemishes or scars at all, eh? And you've got meat on your bones too. I myself can't bulk up, but look at you! You're clearly over six feet, I'm sure the ladies love you!"
'Damn, guess I'm not here, huh?' y/n thought as she glanced at Daki who was still sobbing in the corner.
"The envy, oh the envy...!" y/n jolted and looked back at Cabbage Head as he literally started ripping into his own damn skin, "Just drop dead, why don't you? Die in the most agonizing way possible! Perhaps you should be skinned alive or have your belly slit open—!"
Y/n's jaw dropped, completely baffled at this sheer hater behavior she was witnessing. Unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable. She'd been 💩 talked by demons before and she was used to them cursing her as the faded away, but this guy...
'This 💩 is personal!' y/n thought in disbelief and let out a quiet yelp as Uzui gently knocked the bottom of her chin to get her to close her mouth.
She got the message, her stance was always guarded and ready to attack but she wasn't entirely locked in.
'Focus, y/n, focus.'
"Onii-chan!" Daki suddenly whined, "It's not just this jerk! It's that little rat beside him," Y/n gave her a flabbergasted stare, 'RAT?!' "And that little twerp who burned me! I've been working hard and trying my best all on my own, but all of these people got in my way and bullied me! They ganged up on me and bullied me!"
"I see, I see! Absolutely unforgivable!" Cabbage Head seethed as his hateful gaze locked on y/n as well, "My adorable, foolish little sister was doing her best! I'll kill anyone who causes her trouble. You all have a debt to pay, it's about time for me to collect them."
Y/n's grip on her katana tightened slightly as the cuts Cabbage Head inflicted on himself healed up and the demon prepared to attack, "For every wound you inflicted on my sister, I'll collect the debt you've wracked up! Gyutaro is my name, the one who will rip your heads right off your shoulders before you die!
Shiori peered around a corner, "Yo, what—"
The mf flung his damned sickles, busting a hole through the roof of the building. Outside, where Tanjiro was holding a little Nezuko who was fast asleep, gawked at the sight of the sickles as they looped around in the sky before returning to the building.
'This things... are they sickles? The demon from before didn't have those, what's happening?" Tanjiro wondered, 'Has another demon arrived? Uzui-san is bleeding, I can smell it! I need to go help him and y/n!'
"RAHAHAAA! I've arrived! I've arrived, dumb🍑!" Tanjiro looked in the direction of the voice and found Inosuke and Zenitsu hauling 🍑 in his direction, "Leave everything to me, damn it!"
"Inosuke! Zenitsu!" Tanjiro exclaimed, his eyes lighting up before he gave Zenitsu a bewildered look, "Ah— Zenitsu? Are you sleeping?" Inosuke immediately stepped in front of Zenitsu with a battle cry.
"N-Nevermind, both of you need to go help Uzui-san!"
"Relax and leave it to me! I'm ready to go!" Inosuke declared, "I, the great Inosuke-sama, will go flamboyantly!"
"Thank you! Excuse me for a moment, I just need to go put Nezuko back into her box! It won't be long!"
"Go ahead!"
Back in the building, y/n was standing behind Uzui in front of a man and woman who looked about ready to 💩 themselves while Daki was hiding behind Gyutaro who stood across the room from the Demon Slayer duo.
Y/n and the two civilians were unharmed and Uzui was still locked in despite his injuries, something that Gyutaro didn't seem to appreciate very much...
"The envy, damn it... you really are a nice guy, huh?" Gyutaro snarled as he kept 🚚ing scratching, "They must think you're their savior, huh? I bet they'll shower you with love and gratitude, yeah?"
"Well obviously." Uzui replied, looking unbothered and... almost bored, "I'm a flamboyant, glamorous, ladies' man, so it's pretty clear. It's not rocket science, it's no wonder I have three wives."
Y/n's gaze went blank, 'He didn't need to know...'
Gyutaro seemed taken aback for a second, halting his scratching, before he started up again even faster and more viciously, "Three wives? You're kidding me, right? Right?! Unforgivable...!"
"Huh." y/n tensed.
"Blood Demon Art..."
Y/n sheathed her sword, grabbing both civilians by the backs of their clothes and ignoring their shocked yelps.
"Flying Blood Sickles!"
The mf swung his nasty looking weapons and blood went flying, looking very dangerous and headed right for the pair of demon slayers.
Uzui reacted instantly, an explosion shaking the building and dropping the group of humans to the lower level while knocking the demons back.
Y/n gave the stunned civilians a little toss, snapping a, "Run as far away from here as you can! Now!"
They didn't need to be asked twice, skedaddling while y/n unsheathed her sword once more just as more of those damned blood slashes tore through the ceiling and flew towards the pair.
Uzui slashed through each one which headed his way, y/n doing the same for the ones headed for her, but they both quickly realized that they were being controlled manually and weren't going to stop going at them.
Y/n was starting to focus once more, getting used to the assault of flying blood slashes, but...
A hand grabbed the back of her kimono and she gave Uzui a frown. She took one look at the little gunpowder filled orbs he held and she whimpered.
"Not this 💩 again!"
A forceful chain of explosions shook the building once more, obscuring y/n's vision as a smokescreen filled the area. Uzui set the rattled tsuguko back on the ground where she quickly regained her composure as they both set their eyes upon a mass of sashes in front of them.
"Well, this won't be easy," Uzui remarked before glancing at y/n, "I won't be able to carry you around anymore, y/n! These two will might be a challenge to deal with."
"Obviously," Cabbage Head— Gyutaro sneered as the sashes retreated back to Daki who was just chilling on his back, "We are one, after all."
Y/n fidgeted before glancing at Uzui, "I'm ready. Don't worry about me, I can handle this."
"Good." Uzui hummed.
"Tch! This really pisses me off, you know?" Gyutaro scoffed, "You're good looking, you have three wives, and you're full of yourself even now! You're different from all the Hashira I've killed up until now. You must've been special from the moment you were born. A chosen one, eh? The envy... I need to see you die as soon as possible!"
'This is getting old...' y/n thought wearily, 'How much more trash talk-?'
"Talent? Ha." Uzui had a little sneer on his face, looking mildly amused but in a sort of bitter way, oddly enough, "Do I look like someone with any talent?"
Y/n blinked. 'Well, yeah.'
"If someone like me is enough to give you that sort of impression, you must have had a wonderful life." Uzui continued, "You might be centuries old, but if you've been shut up in a place like this all this time, you're ignorant to what the world is really like!"
"How do you know, huh?" Daki demanded.
"Believe me, I know. But you must be clueless, huh? This country is vast, teeming with all kinds of people. Some are complete enigmas, others can pick up a sword and become a Hashira in two months. Hell," he pointed at y/n, causing her to jolt slightly at suddenly being acknowledged, "Even this plain, wimpy, spineless looking girl right here is a freakish genius!"
"WHAT-!?"
"Me? Chosen? What a load of 🐂💩!" Uzui snapped, "Just how many lives do you think slipped through my fingers up until this very moment?" 'I can't be like Rengoku, that much is clear...'
"Hmph, my blood sickles are drenched with deadly poison, yet here you are unbothered and still breathing! How do you explain that, huh!?" Gyutaro demanded.
"I come from a line of shinobi, of course poison has no effect on me!" Uzui clapped back with a grin.
"Oh please, shinobi have ceased to exist since the Edo Era!" Daki snapped, "Don't lie to us!"
Y/n couldn't help but snicker, "Old hag..." and the demon lady snarled, "Shut up!"
"It's no lie." Uzui hummed.
Eh? He stopped talking.
Was he having an internal monologue?
Y/n gave him a quick once over and felt worry course through her. His breathing was slightly labored, no effect my 🍑! This dude was breathing hard!
'But that's because he was protecting both me and the civilians. If I'd been more vigilant, then he wouldn't have been hurt...' y/n thought with a small grimace, 'Has nothing changed? Even after all this time... am I still-?'
"Worthless?"
Y/n's breathing halted with a small hiccup when her own sword was held to her throat. She could feel warm liquid seeping from the cuts that littered her arms, pooling past her fingers as she tried to keep pressure on the gash in her shoulder.
Had the cut been any deeper, her arm would've had to be removed. Regardless, she had other things to worry about. Like the quiet yet suffocating fury her master exuded as he stood over her.
'Is he going to kill me?' y/n wondered, staring up at him with wide eyes.
"How dare you... to think you'd say such a thing."
"If you think of yourself as worthless... you may as well be dead, no? Do you wish to die, is that it?"
There had been a time where y/n wouldn't have even reacted, numb and indifferent to what would become of her. But her desire for life had been reignited, and it'd take a little more than this to extinguish it.
Y/n frantically shook her head with a small, "no" and let out a breath of relief when her master lowered the sword and dropped it by her side.
"Very well, stop the bleeding, or you really will die." the man hummed as he turned away, "Quickly. Training isn't over."
Y/n immediately rushed to tend to her serious injury, deciding to leave the minor ones for last in case her master decided to begin the exercise again without warning her.
"...you aren't worthless, so get that thought out of your head. If I so much as hear you utter those foolish words, or even if you seem to be thinking it... I won't hesitate to kill you. Understand?"
"Mhm... I understand."
Y/n involuntarily shuddered, 'Oh...'
Gyutaro tilted his head, then grinned as he began to chuckle. Upon hearing his laughter, Uzui raised a brow, "What the hell are you laughing about?"
"So the poison does affect you after all! Slowly but surely! You tried to bluff and claim it didn't, but look at you! Pretty humiliating, huh?" Gyutaro jeered as y/n started trembling where she stood.
Uzui slammed his big 🍑 cleaver into the ground, "Not at all! It has absolutely no effect on me! Want to see me dance? Right now, I'm so pumped up I could eat a hundred bowls of tempura udon! Flamboyantly!"
From a nearby corner, a certain cat watched on as Uzui BUMRUSHED the two demon siblings, twirling one of those big 🍑 cleavers before taking a swipe at the duo. Gyutaro evaded the attack, but Daki got kicked in the stomach so hard she went flying.
Hell, even Gyutaro was lowkey kinda impressed-- nevermind, he was pissed. Completely valid.
"How dare you kick my little sister!"
On the other hand, Daki had made a swift recovery from getting kicked and immediately sent her sashes to attack Uzui.
"You scumbag, you'll pay for that!" she shouted.
Daki was ready to stab Uzui in the back with some of them damn sashes, only for y/n to pop into view.
"You brat—!" y/n kicked her in the face before she could finish her sentence, tossing a handful of those little gunpowder balls into the air before backing off right as Daki tried to cut her up.
Y/n evaded the attacks, but those little boom boom balls sure didn't as they exploded right in Daki's face, knocking her head right off.
'Thanks goodness for Uzui-san's useful tools.'
Gyutaro had also had some of them damn balls thrown at him but he wasn't dumb enough to hit them, bring extra careful to avoid them as he scowled at his sister who had been decapitated yet again.
'These things can blast off a demon's head easily, and detonate with even the slightest bit of fiction. I need to avoid them. That one, always getting her head cut off. Couldn't she stand to be a bit more observant?' Gyutaro wondered with a disdainful look before being forced to snap back into focus as Uzui bumrushed his 🍑 again.
The duo clashed briefly, Gyutaro easily smacking those nichirin cleavers out of the way and backing up to avoid setting off those boom boom balls of destruction only to find one end of that damn cleave at his neck AGAIN.
'What? The blade can extend?' Gyutaro gritted his teeth when he saw that Uzui was holding the other cleaver by the tip, only able to reach the demon but unable to cleave his head off, 'No... he's holding the tip of his sword. Just how crazy is this dude's grip strength, huh?!'
Uzui was laser focused as Gyutaro knocked away the cleaver, the blade cutting into his neck slightly. The Upper Moon was grinning, but quickly stopped that 💩 when he noticed someone's presence behind him.
He glanced over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of a purple blade headed right for his neck and a pair of e/c eyes staring into his very soul.
'You're joking.'
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