Demon Slayer OneShots

Akaza

warnings: gore, mentions of death, ⚠️spoilers for s2, s3e1 / manga spoilers⚠️

One hundred and twelve years. That's how long Akaza had you waiting for him. He disappeared one night and never came back to you. Though, you knew he was alive and well.

If anything else were the case, Master Muzan would have called an Upper Moon meeting. So, to say you were unpleasantly surprised to see him again, was an understatement.

You stood waiting in the shadows with your brother. Together, the two of you held the places of Upper Moons Two, while Akaza was Upper Moon Three.

He'd never been intimidated by the fact that you were stronger than him, for he thought that you truly deserved the rank. Your brother, on the other hand, not so much.

On another platform, an ugly pot moved around. Akaza furrowed his brows as he looked at it. "Well, well, if it isn't you, Akaza-sama! So lovely to see you in such good health!" a voice spoke from inside.

Hands and a head appeared from the opening, revealing Gyokko's figure. In the place where, normally, two eyes should be, a pair of mouths was placed. An eyeball was located on his forehead, along with where his mouth should be.

"What has it been, ninety years? The thought that you might have perished made my heart sing-" the pot demon spoke before clearing his throat. "- I mean, it made my heart fill with anguish!"

Akaza glared at Gyokko before turning towards the demon sitting on a set of stairs. There was a big bump on his forehead and horns growing from his temples.

"Terrifying! Terrifying! In the time we've been apart, you've even forgotten how to count, Gyokko. It's been one hundred and thirteen years since we were last summoned. An indivisible number, unlucky und uneven, an odd number! Terrifying! Terrifying!" Hantengu spoke up from the stairs.

"Biwa woman! Is Muzan-sama not here?" Akaza asked towards Nakime, Muzan's assistant, if you'd like to call it that. He was already fed up with the two other demons.

"He has not yet arrived." Nakime announced, playing a single note. "Then, where's Upper One? Don't tell me he's been killed." Akaza spoke, still looking at the female demon.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up a second, will you, Akaza-dono? Aren't you even a little bit worried about me? You don't know how dreadfully worried I was, since you are all cherished comrades of mine! And I'd be heartbroken if I lost any of my comrades. My sister was especially worried about you." Douma said, walking down a set of stairs before placing his hand on Akaza's shoulder.

You glared at your brother's statement. You stepped out of the shadows as well, keeping a good distance between you and the demon you once called your lover.

His eyes landed on you, his gaze softening upon seeing your face. You glared at him in return, not wanting to stand too close to him. In contrast to your brother, you were a lot more likable in Akaza's opinion.

"Douma-dono! Y/N-sama!"

"Long time no see, Gyokko! Is that a brand-new pot? It's a beauty! You know the pot you gave me? I'm displaying a woman's head in it! In my room." Douma said, tightening his grip on Akaza's shoulder as he spoke.

"That wasn't its intended use. But I do find it intriguing!" the pot demon answered. "Listen! You should come over to my place sometime." your brother offered.

"Get off. Get your hand off me! You're not the Upper Moon Two demon that's allowed to touch my shoulder!" Akaza spoke up, angrily, referring to the fact that you were also Upper Moon Two.

Without giving Douma time to react, he punched the blonde's lower face. Blood splattered all over the place before Douma regenerated again.

"Whoa! That was some punch. A bit stronger than before, wouldn't you say, Akaza-dono?" Douma grinned, making an irk mark appear on Akaza's forehead.