𝐓𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕

THE FIRST LOVE.

The demon writhed in fear as the slayer hysterically laughed. Since when had she become a sadist? She stepped over his slashed abdomen, staring down at him in disgust. Her blue eyes were full of tears, but she refused to let them spill out.

«Before I kill you, and you know I will, let's have a chit-chat, mh? – she said, sniffing –  What exactly are you?» she asked him, blade pressed down on his throat and drawing blood.

She had started training with Urokodaki Sakonji. She had mastered the Water breathing in just two weeks. He told her everything about the Corps, the Final Selection and the ranks she would have been able to climb, if she signed up for that exam. Still, they had never talked about demons. After all, she knew which were the creatures she had hunt.

"You are strong, Yuki. Whoever your 'Master' was, he did not train you to be a slayer. You are soon going to be a Hashira".

However, she had to know the truth. She was in love with Douma and the thought that he could have lied to her about his true nature was tearing her apart. That is why she chased after demons, torturing them until they were nothing but a mass of blood and flesh, and asked them what they actually were.

"They owe me nothing, why would they lie to me?" she thought, cocking her head to the side and pursing her lips.

The demon growled, sweat beaded his forehead as he tried to escape her grip «You are sick in the head, what do you want from me?!» he yelled at her face, tossing and turning beneath her iron grip.

She rolled her eyes and flashed him a fake smile «Poor little thing, I must have startled you... How rude of me! However, I have asked you a question, if I am not mistaken» she said, brown locks tickling the monster's cheeks.

The demon glared at her and finally regenerated one of his arm. He aimed to her face, but she sliced the limb off without even turning her attention to it. Her eyes were still scanning his face in disgust and she found his screams of agony utterly annoying.

«Now, was that really necessary? Come on, I'm trying so hard to be polite! Answer me and I will cut your cute little head off of your miserable shoulders!» she beamed, her face dangerously close to his one.

Her breath, her glacial breath fanned his lips and the demon shivered. It was still summer, he had heard people complaining about the scorching heat of the sun, while he was hidden in the shadows. Still, if it really was summer, where did this piercing cold air came from?

His half-lidded yellow eyes peered at her angelic face, then he felt it. Her body temperature was freezing cold. He had never felt something like that before.

«What's wrong? Did the cat got your tongue? Mh, let's check it out, shall we?» she whispered, slicing his mouth open. Blood splattered on her face as the demon groaned in pain once again and she giggled, wiping the drops staining her face away with her back of her hand.

«Oh, but your tongue is right here! Maybe I should cut it off too then...» she chimed, still someone stopped her. That touch, that grip. She knew who it was and her cheeks turned into a bright shade of red. What was he doing here? Was he not supposed to attend a meeting?

«Ouch, little snowflake, what's going on here?» Douma inquired, his silver hair glowing under the dim moonlight. He indeed looked like a God. And, actually, he was the only one she had ever believed in.