𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗘𝘆𝗲𝘀 - 𝗞𝘆𝗼𝗷𝘂𝗿𝗼 𝗥𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗼𝗸𝘂 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

~Chapter 13~

Argh great! Now I'm out of instant noodles.

You mentally groaned to yourself as you glared at the empty cupboard in front of you. Of course, you were going to run out eventually! You'd always start eating like a pig whenever you felt depressed. You wouldn't be surprised if you have gained some weight during the last few days. But it's not like you cared. You needed to have a full stomach at all times to help with depression. That's what you always did, and you couldn't give a damn if it weren't healthy for your body.

You glanced at the time on your phone. It was only 9:12 pm. You still had time before the shops closed for the night. But... demons... You frowned, looking for a useful weapon in your small kitchen. You found a frying pan. Seemed useful, right? If you encounter a demon, you'll just have to beat the living crap out of it until the sun came up. You honestly couldn't blame yourself for not having a more useful weapon like a nichirin blade. According to the legends, nichirin blades were the only type of weapon that was able to kill a demon and take it to the afterlife just by cutting off its head. You didn't have a nichirin blade, and you most certainly had no idea where you could find one.

So, until you somehow get a nichirin blade, you're sticking to your little crafty pan.

You grabbed your wallet as you headed towards the door before you froze in your tracks. What if I run into... You shook your head. There was a very small chance for that to happen. If anything, you most probably have pissed him off as well, so there was no way he'd be watching you, right? Tsk, why am I even thinking about him?!

You left the apartment, keeping your guard up. You've already been attacked by a demon twice, so getting attacked a third time would most definitely be embarrassing. You wanted to prove to others that you were strong. Trying to bonk some demon's head with a frying pan would probably do it.

Well... off to the grocery store I go! Hopefully, I come back in one piece...

You glared at the cashier lady, who took the prices of all your goods with a soft smile on her face. She did look pretty harmless — Shoulder-lengthed chocolate brown hair with big round eyes and rosy cheeks, most probably no older than twenty— but you weren't the type of person who would let looks deceive you. You're keeping your guard up nonetheless. You folded your arms as you continued to stare daggers at her. The cashier lady seemed to have noticed the way you were looking at her. She gave you a worried glance.

"Is everything alright, ma'am?" The cashier lady asked, concern filling her voice. You blinked at her.

"Erm... no... unless... Have you ever had human flesh for breakfast?" You asked, trying to sound as casual as possible. The cashier lady's eyes widened as her concern turned to confusion. The brunette frowned, shaking her head as she placed the last of the items you were taking home in a plastic bag.

"I'm... I'm not a cannibal, no..." the lady said, still wearing her confused expression. "Are you sure you're doing fine? I can help out if you'd like."

"I'm completely fine!" You lied angrily, walking towards the exit before quickly turning back to the brunette, "and please pretend I never asked you that question." And like that, you left. This was exactly why you never liked people much. They'd always think you're strange whenever you'd ask some of the most normal questions you could ever think of. How come no one knows about the demons? We're they, by any chance, the ones responsible for the disappearances? It made so much more sense now that you thought about it more.

You were still trying to figure out how you had such powerful blood. What made you, of all people, have such blood? Did you inherit it somehow? That's not true, because the demons could have sought out your parents too, and they would have had to protect them as well. Wait... your parents knew about this, didn't they? Maybe that's why they never wanted you? Maybe because they knew how much danger you would pose to them?

"You're a very special person, (Y/N). Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

Those were words your grandma have always told you every night before she put you to bed. Did she know about your blood as well? Come to think of it, your parents have always despised your grandma just as much as they hated you. Was your grandma like you? Did she have powerful blood as well? Maybe... just maybe... she knew something about the demon slayer corps? She did always tell you the legend of demons and demon slayers. You groaned as you shook your head, trying to get rid of your train of thought. One of the things you hated so much was overthinking, yet somehow you seemed to be the best at it. You decided it was best if you just got home as soon as possible so you don't run into any demons. You tightened your grip onto the pan you held in one hand and the bags you held in another as you continued your way home.

"(Y/N)—" You jumped as you quickly turned around, hitting your pan on the head of whoever called your name. You looked at who you hit to realize it was the person you have been dreading it see the most.

Kyojuro.

"I'M SO—" Oi! You're mad at him, remember? Pretend you don't care! You cleared your throat as you folded your arms, closed your eyes, and looked away, "Hmph! You deserved that, jerk!" Kyojuro just groaned in pain, rubbing the spot you hit him in. Why's everyone hitting me today...

"Yeah... I know... I deserve that." Kyojuro chuckled as he looked up at you with a smile, making your chest clench. Your eyes widened as your cheeks turned to a soft pink color.

"H-hey! Stop being so adorable I'm mad at you right now!" You barked, pointing a finger at Kyojuro, who just got up and walked towards you.

"You seriously didn't get a frypan just to fight demons, did you?" Kyojuro asked with a smirk. You pursed your lips.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I just don't have all the fancy-pants gadgets you demon slayers have got in hand." You said sarcastically, making Kyojuro sigh.

"We need to talk." Kyojuro said with a serious tone, folding his arms. You rolled your eyes.

"You mean you need to talk. I was never planning to run into you. You could just go back to your secret headquarters and do whatever you secret agents do for all I care!" You said as you turned to leave, but were stopped by Kyojuro, who held your wrist.

"Just listen to me. Please." You looked into Kyojuro's eyes. His pleading eyes made it very hard for you to refuse. You groaned as you looked down.

"Whatever." Kyojuro's lips curved into a smile.

"Great! Let's go somewhere more suitable for talking!" Kyojuro exclaimed as you gave him a confused glance.

"Huh?"

Kyojuro grabbed your waist as he pulled you closer towards him, making you yelp in surprise. You didn't even get a chance to protest. Kyojuro just shot himself into the sky, his strong arms wrapped around your waist. You had no idea where you both were going, but if there was anything you knew, it was that you were going to be sick.

"KYOJURO SLOW DOWN—"