"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞..." Yushiro X OC Fic (In Progress)

Chapter one - Well somehow I'm not dead.

NOTE: This is an AU, so no hate please... Ik this isn't accurate with the anime... I am aware it doesn't match up... Please chill... AND I KNOW THEY HAVE AN AGE GAP, HE'S LITERALLY 200+ YEARS OLD WHAT DO YOU EXPECT-

Also- quick lil thing

Quotes like this: "hi!" Means talking.
Quotes like this: 'Oh wow...' Means thinking.

Now, let us start...

Hayami Mitsuko, a young and naive demon slayer, was sitting by a river, happily eating rice balls. She had made them herself just that morning, and was relaxing, feeling safe... for the first time in a while. She had just finished killing a rather mean demon, and felt bad for the poor guy, but tried to push that feeling out of her head as she ate.

'Well... I do hope he lives a better life, and is reincarnated as someone with a happy life this time.' She thought to herself, chewing thoughtfully. 'I don't like having to kill the demons but hey, it's my job... Poor things...'

Her brown hair glistened in the moonlight, and her blue eyes were sparkling with a happy, excited light. Her freckles helped to hide the scars on her shoulders and face; and although stained with blood, her uniform had different flowers and trees stitched onto it. A pale pink ribbon was tied to her waist, and she had a leather bag on her side, with her name embroidered onto the closing flap. She may look virtually defenseless, but looks weren't everything. She always carried four daggers on each leg, hidden in her boot, plus one in each sleeve and three more in her bag, which added up to 13 daggers. She was trained and skilled I'm throwing them,

A figure was perched on a tree branch nearby. The whites of his eyes a blood red, and his iris' a lavender purple with the single symbol of Upper 6 in one eye. He had pale skin and messy green hair, with black tips. His white button-up shirt was stained with blood, and his loose-fitting black pants were a bit torn.

He had just ended a relationship with another young woman... If you could call it that. It was more him using her, toying with her, until she'd become of no use to him, and he devoured the poor girl. This was the norm for him, the way he hunted down and killed his victims. This was why he was Upper 6.

He was good looking, for a demon, and prided himself on that... Most of his victims were women, although he did pull a man or two a few times. Most of his relationships lasted no more than a week, unless they helped him in some way... Those relationships lasted up to a month, but never a year before...

'I would feel bad for the girl, but I don't have time for that. Besides, she's the one that trusted me... silly thing, thinking I actually liked her back... I couldn't stand her and her constant nagging... She did make a good meal though...' He thought, a smile growing on his face. 'that was a fun kill... The look of horror on her face when she found me eating her sister... The terror in her voice, the tears in her eyes... I could look at that all day, she was so terrified... This girl seems like a good next meal... I could probably have some quick fun with her...'

Hayami was too busy in her own little world to notice the figure, and simply continued eating. Although she was 15, she didn't much like talking to other people her age. Other slayers, she thought, were too intense for her liking. She did try and befriend the demons she met, but almost always failed, either instantly or after a few days... And she had indeed almost been kicked out of the corps on several occasions for doing so. Her adoptive father, Kazuho, the Water Hashira, got her out of those tough spots, and so she stayed in the corps. Thankfully. Although she did get yelled at by him when things like that did happen...