Kokudou Oneshots

(A/F-S) MichiDou

I swear most of this oneshots book is smut like yall are horny as fuck. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Also, in the swap au, Yorichii did not survive his encounter with the demon king, most of the hashira have heard of him, but most didn't know he was Michikatsu's brother because they never saw a picture of him and Michi never told them. Also Nakime lost her eye in a battle with an upper rank, who ended up escaping.

Also the whole 'rank' thing among the hashira is pretty much ranking the strongest hashira to the weakest (in order of the uppermoons of course)

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 Michikatsu was pissed. The humans really, Really had to make a stupid doll of the person he hated the most. They really had to do that. And just his luck to run into it while on his mission. Of course.

It was also just his luck the master had requested the Hashiras took a holidays for a few days and stay together in one of their many manisons.

Why... Why was it always him, why did he get the be the special one?

He entered the mansion, seeing his fellow Hashira seated around a large table, eating. Every face turned to stare at him. Hantengu, surprisingly was the first to speak up.

"g- Good evening, Michikatsu.. We go-got something out for you" The small man gestured to an empty seat near the head of the table. In front of it there was a bowl with delicious- looking contents. He felt a twinge of pity, however he really was not in the mood for eating. He doubted he could make it through the meal without breaking into tears. 

Unfortunately that's just how his body reacted when he was angry. (Anyone else cry when they are angry, it happens to me and its so annoying, like i'm supposed to be Mad not Sad STOP)

"I appreciate your thoughtfulness, however I am not in a very good mood, and will be in my room in I am needed." He felt Hantengu's aura twinge in disappointment. No matter, he could apologies later. For now he just wanted to get to his room before he started tearing up. He quickly walked past the table, ignoring the curious eyes watching him, and made his way to his room.

By the time he had made it to his room and closed his door, stupid tears were already bleeding down his face. It felt so weird crying, he hated it. He sank to the floor, with his back against the door. He felt weak and sloppy sitting like this. All the ettiquite classes he took as a kid being thrown out the door.

The classes he used to wait outside for them to end, so he could walk back home with me.

He let out a quiet sob and felt in his pants pocket for the stupid flute he had given to Yorichii so many years ago. Why did his stupid perfect brother even treasure something so useless? The flute could barely play yet...

He threw the small bag containing the object across the room. The two small pieces of the wooden instrument falling out of the bag and clattering on the floor. He glared at the flute, yet a little fire in his heart was relived it wasn't broken. He scolded himself for his ridiculous little tantrum. Yorichii was dead and gone and that stupid puppet couldn't even mimic a fraction of his power, no matter how many limbs it's creator gifted it with.

He walked over and sat on his bed, his back now leaning against dozens of soft pillows, not any better for his posture. He tried to calm down, crying was a nasty habit that he must stop. He would be mortified if one of the other slayers or even his master walked in on him in such a pathetic state. Imagine what they would say. Would they tell the others? They would probably laugh or say he wasn't fit to be the strongest hashira. And he wasn't, his brother was meant to be the strongest.