Drinking from the Fountain (Demon Slayer x Male Reader)

Ch 3. - Fountain of Joy

Yorokobi groans. Fighting the noise I can't hear. What's happening?

The demon surges forward, and without thinking I meet him halfway. My body screams in pain, telling me to stop. I can't stop now. I have to win.

Wait. That's it! He can only target one person!

"I figured it out," I grunt. The whistle falling from his mouth. "You can only focus one person with your whistle. That's why I couldn't hear it."

He frowns, his anger consuming his bravado, "It is unfortunate, but it can't be helped. Knowing will not prepare you!"

"Water breathing, First form: Water Surface Slash!" Yorokobi jumps over me, slashing for his neck. He jumps back, slamming a hand onto the ground and springing away. For a big guy he's so agile. She lands in front of me with a huff, "I told you to let me handle it."

I grin, "You won't get rid of me that easily. Given his blood demon art, you need my help anyway."

She sighs. Unwilling to agree but with little choice. She stands back up, "I suppose. Just give me support. We fight together."

"Right. Together," I say, why does that feel natural?

I shake my head and stand next to her, I face the demon now with a new found determination. We will win this fight!

We both lunge forward, swinging for the demon at different areas of his body. I aim for his neck, her for his torso. She winds her shoulders, "Fourth Form: Striking Tide!"

I get met with an arm blocking me from striking, while she meets his flesh with multiple strikes. I pull my sword back, jumping up a bit, "First form: Unknowing Fire!" With a large slash I cut through his arm. He stumbles back and reaches for his whistle. Met with another slash from Yorokobi. He regrows his other arm and tries again, met by me once more.

We continue this dance for a little, overwhelming him bit by bit. He isn't leaving his neck open, so we're just exausting ourselves. We need to find a way to his neck, fast.

I nod to her and take a step back, hit with a sudden wave of pain. My arms feel like lead. Just one more strike, and then I end this! I wind my body back, "First form: Unknowing Fire!!"

I jump forward and aim for his neck, my entire body screaming. He tries moving but is met with another strike from Yorokobi to his knee, dropping him and leaving him wide open. "Now!" She screams.

And with one clean slice. His head flies off, landing on the ground behind his body.

Before I can celebrate I fall to the ground, my arms sore and weak, my chest throbbing and tender to the touch, my hand dripping crimson onto the ground in front of me. I have been in better shape, that's for certain.

I hear a sigh, drowned out by the demon screaming, "Unfair! Unfair! That poor slayer lost! I had him beat! You didn't fight fair!!"

Then. Silence. I'm not unconcious, at least I don't think. I can still see the dirt so it'd be weird if I was. I roll over, dropping my sword and sprawling out on the ground. The night sky a welcome sight. I did it. We did it I should say.

Yorokobi watches the demon fully evaporate before turning her attention to me, a look of dissapointment and pity on her face. "Hey, what's... what's that face for?" I mumble out.

"You," she plainly says. Fair.

"I'll be... fine," I groan, trying to sit up and quickly failing. God my arms feel like jello. My ribs and hand honestly don't hurt all that much, oddly enough. My limbs feel heavy and weighted, almost as if all my muscle is gone.