(Kny!various x f!Chara Dreemurr)
Fem!Chara as the Mc
You only live once. That was the rule, but a ghost didn't like how the world was going and decided to break it.
"𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨?"
"𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙"
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Kochō Kanae had been the Flower Hashira for a whole year. She knew what kind of a threat a demon was, much less Upper Moon Two of Kibutsuji's strongest demons
Yes. Kibutsuji's second strongest demon.
He called himself Douma, watching her like a piece of meat and playing with his food with an empty grin.
He didn't like when she called him out on his lack of emotions. But even through all of the pain, and all of the rush of battle, the Flower Hashira felt bad for his emptiness.
Kanae knew she was outmatched, but it was her duty to try to kill this demon. He was stronger, faster, greater than anything she's ever encountered before. She couldn't so much as hit him in a way that would be useful. If she couldn't behead him, she would have to wait it out, wait for dawn, where the sun would finish the job.
When she saw a girl, maybe Shinobu's age, walk right into the line of fire, she felt dread pool in her stomach.
But the girl dodged the demon's attack.
Kanae's eyes widened; this girl was obviously a civilian- what was she doing, walking out in the streets at night where it was dangerous? It didn't matter, though. The only thought that stuck in Kanae's mind was a plan.
She had to get the civilian to safety. She had to-
"Ah, another meal? Just for me? You shouldn't have," he batted his long eyelashes at the girl, who seemed to get into a stance of some sort. A kitchen knife of all things was clutched in her hands, so tightly that her knuckles went white.
"NO-" Kanae couldn't get in front of the civilian fast enough.
But...
She didn't need to.
The girl expertly dodged each slash of the demon's golden bladed fans, dancing around like she was in no danger.
