Quick Sand - Inosuke x Reader

Chapter One

A/N: Hey, hi, heyooo. My friend helped me come up with a basic plot, so thanks. I know its not super long, but I'll hopefully get better about that. Also just real quick to clarify, Nishisanjou and Yukisane are the same person. Yukisane is his first name and Nishisanjou is his last. Anyways, hope you enjoy the chapter. - Iki

Y/N, L/N. The notorious demon killer who worked all by herself and refused the Demon Slayer Corps every time they tried to recruit her. Something was holding her back, so the Hashira made the difficult decision to take her in by force.

Much easier said than done.

"Soo, you're assigning us a mission, which none of the other demon slayers have been able to accomplish in the slightest?" Tanjiro questioned, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Yes, are you willing to take it on?"

The rest of the Hashira were chuckling in the backround, as the teenagers happy mood slowly was turning sour. Zenitsu even started crying.

"Well, I guess its time we get going..."

Tanjiro hoisted Nezuko on his back, and motioned for Inosuke and Zenitsu to follow him out of the complex.

"Inosuke, are you alright?"

The boar headed boy had been surprisingly quiet the entire time they were being briefed.

"Obviously Gompachiro, the great Inosuke are always fine!"

"It's is," Zenitsu rolled his eyes and avoided him.

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Y/N walked into a bar, hiding her sword as best as she could.

A/N: So this is the fit for now, but like think of it a little bit more traditional. I'm probably gonna update it later, but here you go.

"Ah, Miss L/N. You may wanna check out table 7, there's something you might like to see," her favorite bartender nodded in the direction of the table. She nodded gratefully, and passed him a note for 2000 yen.

"I'll just get the usual, this guy won't take that long."

With slow steps, Y/N drew her sword ever so slightly and glared at the man talking with a very beautiful woman. After a quick moment, Y/N decided using a dagger might be a better option.

Coming up behind him, she pressed the cold blade against his neck.

"So this is getting smuggling me a new sword?," Y/N's voice was dangerously low, dripping with venom.

Beads of sweat began dripping off of the mans forehead.

"L-L/N, I d-didn't ex-xpect y-you to b-be back s-so soon."

"Well, no shit. Why else would you be fooling around with another whore."

The woman glanced up at the girl dressed in all black, terrified for her life, and slightly offended by her most recent comment.

"Should I leave or-"

"Leave, I need to deal with this bastard."

She rushed out of her seat, and moved as quickly as humanly possible while wearing a skin tight dress that revealed way to much cleavage. 'The impracticality of that outfit...'

"You know Kushizu Naouji, I don't appreciate being lied to. I thought I made that clear the first time."

Naouji shivered and clenched his fist, the scars still crawling across his hands.

"I know. Go ahead and do it."

"Will do."

With a quick movement, Y/N slashed his throat. Calmly cleaning off her pristine dagger, she walked back over to Nishisanjou to retrieve her drink. Yukisane waved his hand, and the janitors carried off the dead body.

"You really need to find better ways to deal with the people that displease you."

"Piss off Nishisanjou, you're the only person I would actually care if I killed."

Yukisane chuckled and nodded, "I'm flattered Suna."

Y/N shook her head at the nickname.

"I told you to stop calling me that..."

"Yeah yeah whatever."

She paused, swirling the liquid around in her cup. It was slightly mesmerizing, but she didn't look at it for too long.

Yukisane grabbed her hand, in his large one and gave her a comforting smile. 

"I know its harder on you than you care to admit. I'm always here, remember that."

"I'm fine, I just know that the Hashira are coming for me. I always get this sinking feeling when they send someone."

"It must be hard being half demon~"

~To be Continued~