𝗦𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 × 𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿 [OLD]

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒-𝖲𝗂𝗑

Y/n's eyes were trained on the ground as she wandered, a smile upon her face behind what was left of her oni mask.

Shiori was ahead of her, loudly singing as the two of them walked together. They were on their way to see y/n's swordsmith, having been notified that her sword was completed.

Of course, y/n wasn't completely unarmed.

Asakawa, her swordsmith, was very motherly and always made sure y/n had a weapon to use aside from her fists. She had made y/n a tantō to protect herself.

It was made of the same metal as nichirin blades and had changed to the same light purple as y/n's sword because of it. Y/n wasn't sure what the woman had done but in addition to soaking up a lot of sunlight, the blade was laced with lethal amounts of wisteria.

The hyotokko donning woman was the wife of y/n's old swordsmith who had died of an illness the previous year. She had taken over as y/n's swordsmith despite not knowing much. However, the couple saw y/n as their grandchild and Asakawa learned quickly to help y/n as much as possible.

The h/c haired girl was grateful for that.

"His dick smaller than my toes! I'd rather ride Squidward nose!" Shiori sang, "Y/n, your turn!"

"I'm not sure if it's-"

"SING!"

Y/n shed a single tear, "My eyelash flew off... when I saw that dick was too soft..."

"What the 🚚?"

"Need a dick like Rick Ross— is this appropriate?"

"Of course not!" Shiori cackled, "But it's real catchy, isn't it? It must be stuck in your brain now!"

Y/n sweatdropped, "Any song would get stuck in your head if you had to hear it non stop for the past week."

"Hehe, would you prefer another one?" Shiori questioned, "I'll be nice and let you pick!"

"Mm..." y/n looked thoughtful, "What was that one that talks about taking your face off or something?"

Shiori gasped, "Face off!"

"Yeah, that's it!"

As the duo were singing at the tops of their lungs, y/n became aware of something off as they neared Asakawa's little workshop.

The woman used to sew a lot. She liked peace and quiet when she worked so her husband had built her a little shed.

Now, she forged y/n's weapons there.

Y/n paused as Shiori was going ham on the rapping piece, the cat completely distracted and unaware of y/n's odd behavior.

'What's that noise?' she wondered, hearing a strange noise nearby in addition to rustling of bushes, 'Is that...!'

She tuned out Shiori's singing, trying to focus.
Focus... focus....

There was a scream far off and y/n's eyes flashed.

'Asakawa-san!'

"IT'S ABOUT DRIVE, IT'S ABOUT POWER, WE STAY HUNGRY, WE DEVOUR- hey! Y/n!" Shiori shouted when the girl scooped her up and starting sprinting, "What's the big idea?!"

"It's Asakawa-san, she's in danger!" y/n told the cat, before hopping up into a tree and placing the cat on a branch, "Stay here. Only leave and find me if you're in danger."

"Huh? Y/n!" Shiori protested but y/n was gone, the wind whooshing as she pushed off and disappeared.

Y/n's eyes were fixated ahead as her surroundings blurred, getting closer and closer to Asakawa.