𝗦𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 × 𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿 [OLD]

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒-𝖲𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇

Y/n wasn't the nicest kid, to be honest.
She got that from her Mother. They're both menaces.

She would get into fights with other children her age, sometimes even adults, and it only got worse after her little brothers were born.

To be honest, I think the oldest twin had been influenced by his sister's foul mouth and mean streak.

Nobody was safe, aside from her family.

The demon that had encountered the sassy little y/n at the base of the mountain all those years ago certainly wasn't safe either.

"What're you looking at, creep?"

"So what if I'm human? At least I don't look like a spider! And quit looking at me, do me a favor and close at least two pairs of your eyes, will you?"

"You're a 💩 actor. Even after centuries of being alive, you don't have talents or hobbies? Sucks to be you."

"Put a lid on it, old man, you're creaking."

"Eat 💩, you demon 🚚."

"I'll bite you, ♀🐶."

"When I'm older and stronger, I'll kill you for that one. Mark my words, I'll be the one to behead you!"

What a surprise, an Upper Moon having his feeling hurt by a five year old child on a daily basis.

Really, the little girl reminded him of his own daughter who never got to watch grow up but that isn't really the point.

Y/n is fierce by nature but time and misfortune as mellowed her down to the awkward and apologetic bean we see now. Glimpses of her true self pop up occasionally when she fights, but now?

Nezuko and those demons were getting to see y/n's true personality first hand. Up close and personal.

It was never really gone.
Just lying in wait.

'Sekido, Urogi and Karaku. Those are their names.' y/n thought as her blade cut through the wings of the demon called Urogi, 'I could handle all three but I should probably handle this one first.'

She shifted easily into another stance as the winged demon fell, her breathing changing in pattern in an instant.

Moon Breathing, Seventh Form

The h/c haired young lady was practically a blur as she sliced up the winged demon's face into several pieces, the pieces falling.

Mirror of Misfortune - Moonlit

'Now for the ones going after Nezuko and Tanjiro.' she turned, beginning to run but noticed from the corner of her eyes that the many little pieces of the demon's head had grown mouths.

Her eyes widened a little bit and she was hit with several of those damned sound beams. Her head was ringing and the noise filled her senses bit she found that it wasn't that painful.

"Ha!" she laughed as what was left of her mask finally cracked and shattered to small pieces of wood, "Quit your incessant screeching, will you? You're giving me a headache, small fry."

Despite her words of annoyance, y/n was grinning and there was an unusually delighted look in her e/c eyes.

Moon Breathing, Eleventh Form
Syzygy

Y/n was quick and precise with her movements, slicing up the small bits of the demon's head with two slashes. Her actions were almost too quick for the demon to see as he found that his head was now left in pieces the size of rice grains.