In Which The Hashira Fail And Muichiro Gets Force Adopted By Kokushibou

Three

Michikatsu watched on as Muichiro's face visibly fell. Muichiro felt the exhaustion he had been holding down latched onto him and his knees started shaking. His thoughts slowly grabbed onto his limbs and pulled at him, their sharp edges ripping and clawing, trying to get him to listen to them and give up. The positive thoughts that had been keeping them at bay shrunk back in fear, leaving Muichiro to try to keep calm on his own.

He couldn't get out.

He was stuck.

He was going to become a demon.

He let his friends down.

Yuichiro would be disappointed.

That last one caused Muichiro to visibly flinch. Would Yuichiro be disappointed? He always did think helping others was a bad idea.

His thoughts jumped at his brief insecurity Muichiro showed, bombarding him with thoughts and memories of his twin.

Muichiro knew what Yuichiro would tell him right now, something along the lines of 'The Mui in Muichiro stands for the In in Inadequate'. Then he would shake his head and continue walking forward. He would be disappointed.

A figure in front of him moved, but that wasn't important. Not now. No, he had to get out. He had to show Yuichiro that he could do something, that Yuichiro could relax and go back to having fun the way he did before their parents died. That helping people was good. That he didn't need to shoulder everything for the two of them.

That life wasn't all that bad. That it was possible they could defeat the demons.

Muichiro blinked and re focused his eyes. Even if Yuichiro was long dead, he would make his memory proud. He would get-

Muichiro's eyes fixed on a kimono about a foot away from his face. He almost bolted straight out of one of the doors surrounding him when he realized he had spent too long thinking, letting his thoughts push him around.

He had waited to make a move, Michikatsu had not.

The six eyed demon stood before Muichiro, one arm held straight up, the other prepared to slit the first arm open. Muichiro felt the hairs on his arm raise and he shivered. This is upper one. I need to stop leaving him enough time to get the better of me.

Muichiro knew there was no way to get out. The sun was down, the second strongest demon alive was watching his every move, he had no idea where he was, he was missing a hand and had a hole in his shoulder, his sword was missing. Even being a Hashira, he probably wouldn't be able to escape from this.

Michikatsu fixed all six of his eyes directly onto Muichiro's two. "His lordship has. . . Approved of you. Muichiro, I hope. . . You survive this." Michikatsu then placed his clawed nails on his arm and prepared to cut it open.

Muichiro's entire body stiffened and his breathing quickened. He had seconds left as a human, no matter what he did. It doesn't matter. I'm doomed either way, I might as well try to do something about it.

Muichiro tensed his legs and launched himself through the open door behind him, gritting his teeth when he noticed how the pupils on Michikatsu's upper and lower sets of eyes dilated just before he moved.

He flipped himself mid-air so he was facing the hallway and landed skidding slightly on the tatami mats with his only hand gripping the edge of a door closest to him. Muichiro's shoulder wrenched and burned at the contact however he pushed at the door anyway, forcing his arm to open the door.

Muichiro felt his heart slow in relief as the door shifted open slightly. He was this close to-

The hand Muichiro had previously felt on his before his katana had been run through him now grabbed the shoulder it had stabbed and flung Muichiro against the wall behind him. Muichiro gasped in pain and flung the arm with his missing hand to grab his shoulder, only achieving bumping it with a bandaged stub. He grimaced and glared up at the demon who moved to firmly shut the door Muichiro had barely opened.

Without making a sound, Michikatsu walked over to Muichiro and once again raised an arm. Muichiro squeezed his mouth shut and tried to shuffle away before Michikatsu grabbed his face, wrenching his head up so that Muichiro had to stare at Michikatsu's now bleeding arm. It was not a sight he wanted to or enjoyed seeing. 

The demon forced Muichiro's mouth open and held it like that with his hand as Muichiro violently tried to thrash his body out of his grip, screaming as a last attempt to alert anyone to stop this. His heart, which had previously slowed, was now beating fast enough that it was a on the verge of a heart attack.

Then he felt it.

A drop, then two, then four, hitting his tongue.

Muichiro felt his voice die in throat as his thoughts momentarily stopped, then went into overdrive. His horrified thoughts could only desperately scream; SPIT IT OUT SPIT IT OUT SPIT IT OUT GET RID OF-

Michikatsu roughly slammed Muichiro's jaw together as Muichiro tried to get the blood out of his mouth. The sheer force of the slam mixed with his already painful head and body aches was too much for Muichiro. His head jerked backwards as he reflexively tried to inhale.

And then he screamed.

Michikatsu dropped Muichiro's jaw and stepped back, watching as the young boy curled in on himself.

He shook and thrashed as every cell in his body died and came back infused with the lord of demon's. He let out wails that gradually began to sound less and less human while his teeth and nails sharpened into something that belonged to a much more predatory being. His unfocused eyes darted around his head as his already tiny pupils lengthened into slits. Four more eyes forced themselves out of his skull, permanently fixing themself onto his face. The mark that symbolized his strength as a demon slayer slowly danced his way across his body, now a symbol of something much more sinister.

Heavily panting, he collapsed.

Everything hurt so bad.

He was tired.

He was hungry.

He felt the hunger gnawing at his thoughts, and he deliriously became jealous, wishing he could do the same.

Wherever he was, whatever was happening, he wasn't alone. He felt a figure of some unknown thing standing over him.

He didn't like it.

But maybe it was edible.

He was hungry.

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Whoa did I actually update my book 😨

On a different note I can't tell if this chapter feels too short but I had to put something out