The Demon Queen

The Training Session

A/N: I know there will be disagreements about Gyutaro's age. Some say he's 16, some say he's 19, some information on his character says he's 126+ years old (so 26 when becoming a demon?). I chose to make him 10 years older than Ume/Daki, since in some drawings of his flashback before Ume was born, he looked like he could be 10, given the severe malnutrition in his developmental years.

"You're 23 years old!?"

My mouth dropped after Gyutaro told me his age. I had just complimented his combat skills and told him that he was "very good for a kid".

"Because you're only around 15 or 16, right?" I had asked him.

"I'm not a damn kid and I'm not that young! I'm 23 years old!" he had yelled at me.

"Ehm ... you said 23, right?" I asked him again after my initial shocked outburst about his age.

"I know you heard me," Gyutaro said, glaring at me. "My voice isn't so bad that you can't hear me and understand me. Or are you losing your hearing at your age?"

I suddenly threw my head back some and started to laugh. "That makes you physically older than me, you know!" My laughter subsided and I looked at Gyutaro. "I became a demon when I was 19."

A grin spread over Gyutaro's face. He snickered. "That makes me older than you, and so, you should show me some respect and stop calling me things like 'Kid' or 'Dandruff Boy'."

"What about 'Fleabag'?"

His mood quickly switched into being aggravated. "I don't have fleas anymore! I cleaned them off with that stinky soap water you had that pink guy make for me!"

"His name is Akaza."

"I can't remember these stupid names these other demons have!"

He was right. Muzan was terrible at giving these demons names. I was glad he wasn't insisting on doing it anymore.

"So, you want some respect for being physically older, Fleabag?"

"My name is Gyutaro!"

I was getting an odd, sadistic pleasure from all of this. "Wasn't it you who thought I was 5000 years old a couple weeks ago?"

Gyutaro was quiet. He brought his hand to his head and started to scratch himself in his hair. "Douma said that he'd bring Ume and me to his Master, who he said had been around a long time, much longer than he had ..."

"Stop scratching yourself."

"Don't tell me what to do!" He stared at me for a moment. He then started to grumble and lowered his hand from his head after giving it another scratch. "You aren't 5000 years old. You said it yourself."

"Yeah, but I'm almost 900 years old. Still much older than you, Kid."

Gyutaro growled a little under his breath.

I smiled. "But when I reach 1000, you can call me an old hag. How's that sound to you?" I stuck my tongue out at him.

He growled again. "Aargh ... what are you playing at, anyway?" He sneered at me for a moment before he brought his finger to his eye and pulled down at the lower lid. "That's for you, Sakura-sama," he said, with an obvious sarcasm on the "-sama". 

I snickered. "Aww, thank you, Gyutaro Onii-chan."

"Eh!?"

I laughed.

"I'm not your damn brother! Take it back! Take it back!"

"You've got to find some Blood Demon Art in you first."

Gyutaro screamed. He slashed himself across the face and glared at me. "How'd you get a name like Sakura?" he asked. "Cherry blossoms are pretty, but you sure aren't."