Tanjiro Harem [SLOW UPDATES]

13 (EDITED)

Mitsuri POV:
The more I look at Tanjiro, the more I get reminded of Akaza and Douma.

I clenched my fists in anger and punched the wall closest to me, letting out a sigh of frustration.

I look at  Tanjiro, who was startled by the sudden punch and he backed away from me.

He ran to Daki's arms and whimpered softly.

Daki comforted him as she shot me a glare. I sighed and plopped down onto a cushion.

I rubbed the crease that formed between my brows, trying to calm myself down.

3rd Person POV:
A knock was heard from the door. Daki and Mitsuri's head snapped up and to the door.

"Uhm.. Warabihime Oiran? A client is here.. for you.." A timid voice sounded through the door.

Veins popped out on Daki's hands and face.

"Oh is it? Tell them to go away. I am not accepting ANY clients today." Daki shot back.

She gave a look at Mitsuri before letting go of Tanjiro.

Mitsuri nodded and took Tanjiro's hand before opening the closet door. She gently ushered Tanjiro inside and climbed in shortly after.

"I tried to tell him, but he would not go away." The timid voice sounded, mumbling loudly.

A grunt was heard, shortly followed by a high-pitched yelp. The door slammed open. Daki's eyes widen in anger.

"My my~ you have a nice body, Warabihime."

The perverted man looked up and down 'Warabihine''s body.

Daki tilted her head to the side, glaring daggers into his eyes.

"Ah? May you repeat that?"

She snapped, while sneering at the man before her.

Said man trembled with fear.

He shrugged it off and approached Daki, chuckling.

"Trying to imitate me Warabihime?"

His hands ran up Daki's arm. Without consent.

Daki simply sat there and allowed it, before pulling her arm back quite forcefully. She stood with elegance as she brushed the spot the man touched.

She gave a sinister grin as the man looked at her in confusion.

She slowly turned her head as her outfit changed, fading away as her hair was let down and became a snowy white colour.

Her eyes snapped open and suddenly, the windows slammed shut, candles went out and the room was pitch black.

The man looked around in fear as he stumbled back and eyes searched for the oiran before a pair of bright jaded green eyes caught his attention.

The number 'SIX' appeared in Daki's eyes and glowed menacingly

The man almost peed his pants as he fell to the floor.

The perverted man's eyes widened with fear as he desperately tried to crawl away, shouting for help.

But before he reached the door, his mouth was covered with Daki's flowered-patterned Obi.

His limbs were suddenly wrapped with the Obi. It was so tight, he felt like his limbs were going to burst.

He was lifted off the ground and now facing Daki, where she licked her lips and sneered.

"Well, I said I didn't want to accept clients today yet? You decide to barge in and interfered in MY PERSONAL SPACE."

Daki tighten the Obi as he struggled more and more.

"I'm not feeling in the mood to kill so I'm simply just going to leave you to someone else."

Daki said as she nodded towards the closet. A smirk that screamed evil grew wider and wider as she turned her head from the man and to the closet.

The closet door creaked open, and Mitsuri stepped out. Her outfit was in a dark shade of pink, her heels clacked as her hands poked at the hearts on her lacy parasol.

She pouted as she skipped towards the man. She pointed towards the man with her hand in a gun-like position.

"Bow~!" A toxic-green heart shot out and flew towards the man in a rapid speed.

The man struggled against his restrains and squirmed, looking as pathetic as ever.

But, too late.

It hit his forehead as his eyes rolled back and he stopped struggling.

He fell limp, and purple veins started to appeared. His skin started to have tints of purple fading into and around his head.

Before edit——->
(Cliffhanger! Sry if I didn't update for so long! But rn I'm having problems with school. So I might take a break from the fanfic rn and focus on school.

Word count: 729!)