Ardent Hope: Chainsaw Man x Male Reader Insert.

10. Slash.

The chains clasped her wrists, and furiously held her body into the rock it was embedded to. Her tortured self tried to struggle against the shackles, and such attempts were in vain, result of her already battered and bruised body. Her back rested against the rock, the rough prison that kept her contained. Thousands of eyes glared at her, the same burning hatred her golden flames danced with, and she looked at them with the same taints of disgust in her searing eyes. She tried to move once again, but the chains were gripping her already weak arms and legs, victims of the abrasion of the constant struggle.

The unnatural of her very presence was a disturbance to hell itself. She had set fire to the rain, and burned through hell's very core, shackling every devil and ensnaring them to fear the concept she represented.

It wasn't her fault to be born that way.

The faint reminiscences of memories were now burning before her very eyes.

She took one final glance towards the four figures that stood in front of her, her captors and executioners. The blinding sword moved slowly towards her chest, floating in the air right in front of the rock that held her, seemingly moving on its own. She looked the blood rivers of the hellish landscape, remembering the eternities she spent wandering there. She remembered the flowers, blossoming yet scorching at her touch, and the moment her withered fingers touched the red flower that rested at the river's side. The stone embedded plaque at the top of her prison was sculpted in broken letters, where the devil's true name was written for everyone to see. Although she didn't want to die at that moment, the comforting whispers of the same flower numbed her mind of all the pain, this time resting tucked behind her ear.

So she calmly awaited for her execution.

She tried to cry, but the very idea was distant to a devil's mind, and comprehended the odd of her being.

The sword slashed her body.

'Bang! Bang!' were the sounds that echoed in the streets, a booming noise that traveled up to the restaurant (Y/N) was at that very moment with the rest of the group. At the second floor of the building, just the open doors that led to the balcony allowed them to see outside of the place.

"Hm, wuzzat noise?" Denji tried to spoke, his mouth full of food.

"You don't know? What a fool!" Power said. "'Tis the sound of taiko drums." And (Y/N) knew she had no idea what she was talking about, ultimately deciding to laugh about it.

"Huh, I don't think there's a festival going out now, Power." (Y/N) said, only to be met by a flying vegetable that struck his forehead. He was ready to reprimand her for such an action, although Aki promptly interrupted their fight.

"Hey, are you sure you two truly not copulate yesterday?" Aki changed the subject at that moment, looking straight towards Himeno and Denji.

"Oh, Denji's actually quite the gentleman!" Himeno said. "Besides, what about those two? Denji told me they sleep together!" She asked, now pointing to (Y/N) and Power. (Y/N) flushed and almost choked with his noodles.

"Hey!" Power was about to respond to her very rudely, a deep blush covering her cheeks, before she was interrupted.

"I can't believe you can eat the ramen here." A shady man sitting on a table parallel at them told them, his figure obscured by the black garments he was wearing, a black trench coat made of leather served this purpose. "Doesn't it taste terrible?"

"Any idea about who he is?" Himeno asked in a mere whisper, getting closer to Aki as she asked.

"Tastes fine to me!" Denji responded nonchalantly before having another mouthful of noodles, not even caring about what the man had to say.