A Sky Full Of Stars 2

Chapter 12

After making a full recovery, the Hashira was still monitored by the third Upper Moon. She was made sure to be fed regularly and kept hydrated, and whilst she pursued the remaining hours, she kept herself busy by revising her training. Pushing resistantly against the air, kicking her leg over the other whilst jumping before landing another kick just before she landed. Akaza sat, so invested in her almost flawless technique. He had never seen something so perfected in his life. She was clearly well mastered in her field of training, yet no matter how hard she fell she got up. It seemed so easy, yet when she stopped to take a breath, he could instinctively hear how deep and coordinated her breaths were, but she was found to have such beads of sweat form on her forehead. He was impressed that she was doing her training to gracefully in such a heavy kimono. 

Akaza had been told that Daki would come to ensure she was properly dressed and cleaned, for Muzan had personally requested to see her. Daki reluctantly entered the room, making the hashira feel an energy of anger, hatred and fury. She watched as the demoness enter holding a neatly folded kimono as well as a black hair stick with beautiful white jewelled flowers at the end of it.

Akaza took Daki's entrance as a signal to exit the room. The sound of another biwa string was heard, and the walls started shifting to reveal another room with a circular bathtub present. "How I hate having to look after someone like you. The only thing making up for it is your beauty...so so unfair." she mumbled to herself, before extending a hand toward the bath indicating for the hashira to bathe. It's been a while since y/n have taken any proper hygienic care, which would've bothered her under normal circumstances, but she was trained to withstand harsh training conditions without sweating too much to prevent leaving a trackable trace behind for demons to follow. She also hadn't realized after the countless fevers how tangled her hair had gotten. She was hesitant about showcasing her vulnerability amongst a demon, but she knew it was either this, or a possible encounter with Kibutsuji himself in this state, which was the absolute last thing the hashira needed. 

Y/n walked toward the tub past Daki, and slid the heavy kimono she had been wearing off of her shoulders, revealing her battered up and slashed back. Her spine was covered in scars from training and past demon attacks. Daki cringed at the sight. How ugly. The hashira stepped into the warm water, her muscles tensing at the sudden contact. She let the rest of her body fall beneath the water, closing her eyes before submerging her head. She immediately resurfaced before Daki thought she'd planned on drowning herself. The water started to cloud with a deep shade of red, and the hashira felt the restraint the young demoness held herself against at the metallic scent filling the room. The hashira combed through her now wet hair, slowly managing the tangles before finally smoothing out her hair. She stood up from the water, reached to the side and grabbed a towel to start drying herself off, before moving toward the kimono which she, layer by layer, slid over her smoothened figure. This specific kimono was black with silvery white accents, and fell off of her shoulders, annoying the hashira at this impracticality. 

Daki was left speechless after seeing such beauty before her. Jealousy flooded through her veins. The hashira moved before a mirror, kneeled and combed through her hair before sectioning off two front pieces to frame the side of her face, and started twisting the remaining hair into a low bun sitting loosely in the nape of her neck, before securing it with the bejewelled hair stick.

Another tug at the biwa was heard before the walls started shifting, and the hashira got up and walked toward the young demoness. Studying her features, y/n paused, the demoness eyed her up and down. "What is it? Don't expect me to help you any more than I am told to." Daki retorted. "Where is Kibutsuji?" Y/n asked, she was in dire need of getting out in order to form a plan to retrieve her nichirin sword once again. This could only be done by sending Ubuyashiki a letter instructing one to be made and dropped off in a nearby city. "Tch, how dare you address him that way! You have absolutely no respect for his authority!" the demoness screeched, now she was getting upset. She lunged one of her obi sashes toward the hashira while y/n instinctively dodged by arching her back in such a way without breaking a sweat. This angered the demon even more. In all her anger, she hadn't realized the hashira snuck up behind her. "There is surely no need for that, hmm?" y/n said so passively, making the young demon gasp before jumping to the other side of the room. Y/n could see her getting worked up. Perfect.

"Ah! What fine technique! Oh you absolutely must become a demon y/n! Don't let your body decay and allow that talent to wither away along with it due to something as stupid as old age!" A sing-song voice was suddenly heard, making the demoness gasp. "D-douma-sama!" she said before suddenly turning her entire body to now face her superior commarad. The hashira kept her stance toward Daki. "My my how elegant you look!" he cooed whilst studying the elegantly dressed hashira, his eyes narrowing as he studied her stance. "Oh you two must absolutely fight, I would love to see who wins!" Douma suddenly exclaimed, "And besides, I want to see who's head rolls first." he grimly said, his smile still plastered against his face. "Douma, there will be no fighting. Get lost." Akaza threatened, clenching his fists to prevent another fight between the two of them occur. "Aw don't be like that Akazaaa!" the Uppermoon whined whilst flicking his left hand in dismissal as he walked closer to Y/n. In an instant he appeared behind her, but she was faster and swung her leg in momentum, allowing her to jump in a circle before extending her other leg to kick Douma in the head, sending half his head flying and landing near Akaza's feet. Stunned, a moment of silence was left between the three demons and the Hashira. Douma's remains near Akaza started withering away whilst a new half regenerated upon Douma's head, a red glow surrounding the regenerating flesh. He smiled and widened his multicoloured eyes, "Ah what excellent skill! And that speed...that precision! I must congratulate you Y/n, as I think we all know that one is due from my end, considering the fact you are the first demon slayer who has even come close to beheading me! Oh what a shame you don't have your sword now isn't it?" he stated, marvelling at the power this Hashira had simply proved to him.

Y/n narrowed her eyes, before everyone in the room averted their attention to Kibutsuji, who practically appeared out of nowhere. 'Perfect, this is exactly the moment I've been waiting for! ' Y/n thought. Muzan walked closer, clapping. "Douma, might I say that you have me concerned at your near beheading , despite this Hashira not even wielding a sword!" he averted his gaze to the girl, scanning her up and down. "Beautiful, well done Daki. You've earned my regards." he told the young demoness, making her light up inside as she slightly bowed her head for him. 

"Y/n," his deep voice rang through the room, "You are to accompany me tomorrow morning into the city, as I require all the help I can get in researching the whereabouts of the blue spiderlily, and you are to tell me everything you know about it as well, is that clear?" he asked, his red eyes staring in such a manner, not leaving room for a choice at all. Y/n nodded, her heart racing. she couldn't let her guard down for one moment. Especially now that she'd only recently fully recovered. Muzan's aura made her suffocate, but she had to push through, and focus on her breathing.

'Breathe Y/n'

'Just breathe'

Soon it would all be over, if she could just manage a few minutes alone tomorrow...

- M_Storyz