Snowflake Crystals

Chapter 1: Mind the snow won't you?

A gentle soul. Cherry red hair, flowing down her squishy body. He wanted nothing more than to feel her soft skin. Squeeze it. Caress it, and love it. He wanted to kiss her pink, plump, soft lips.

He wanted to love Her. Yet it was forbidden for his kind. Muzan would never allow such a disgraceful action to take place. He also knew that her kind would never accept her for it. She would be cast out, except, he would be too, yet muzan would kill him.

Akaza's eyes narrowed at the thought. He knew he shouldn't engage with her. Yet it dawned on him, can demons even love humans?

He wouldn't know unless he tried. He was determined to make her his. Even if it means costing him his life.

"Akaza-Samaaaaaa!" Douma called complaining yet again, He was waving his hand in front of Akaza trying to get his attention.

Akaza smacked his hand away and turned away, they had gathered for an uppermoon meeting. Gyutarou had been eliminated, and since Akaza failed to find the blue spider lilly, muzan was indeed not happy.

Eventually Akaza jumped from floor to floor to make an exit. Those revolting demons made his skin crawl. Especially douma.

Akaza shivered and continued jumping before he reached the outside world. It was dark, so he was free to roam, for now at least.

He walked through the woods, intrigued by the sudden wind pick up. It felt colder to him, he didn't understand it.

Before he knew it, he had come across a battle, it was her. She was battling a demon, with such strength and speed. Yet he kept his distance.

Her breathing technique was not one that he had seen before. Perhaps it was self taught. But it definitely did the job.

Amiya stood, and finally slashed off the demons head, she breathed gently before swinging her sword and folding it back into it's sheath on her hip.

Her long red wavy hair flowing down her back, and her bright blue eyes practically glowed in the dark.

Akaza felt a surge of adrenaline through him, he wanted to go to her, but he held himself back. She didn't know who he was, so he would never want to startle her.

He knew she felt his presence, he was a superior rank. Anyone who knew of demons could pick up the sense of dread around them, even if they had never been a demon slayer. That's how powerful the upper ranks were.

Except he didn't go to her, he turned and walked away.

Amiya looked to the forest feeling the presence fleeing. She shook her head and made her way through the forest to continue on her patrol.

She was a hashira, a powerful one in the least. Snow breathing is the same rank as sun breathing. She molded it and formed it, trained herself to perfect it.

But she was the only one who knew of such a breathing form. It was strong, most demon slayers were greedy to know the techniques. Yet she never opened up about it.

She was a shy type, even though she was strong. She didn't fear demons, because she knew she had a job to do. Well, actually she feared the upper ranks. All except for one.

The one called Akaza. Rank: superior moon 3.

She knew better than to not go search for him, it would cost her life. So she continued on her patrol.

Often when she used her breathing techniques, in battles it would snow. That's just an effect, minus the side effects of her breathing style.

Exact opposite from the Flame Hashira, his breathing technique could overheat ones body if used too much. Amiya's technique could freeze her if she used too many moves at once.

Many thought she was the Water Hashira's tsugukou, but snow breathing is far different than water breathing, and she knew it. Amiya continued down the path, she eventually wandered home.

Her home was a peaceful place, decorated nicely, but not too much. Rather small for a hashira, most hashira's lived in estates on the corps property, but Amiya liked her little cottage on her own.

She pulled her uniform off and let down her hair, she was exhausted and got a mass amount of wounds today. Which means she had to fix them herself. Shinobu often insisted on letting her stitch up Amiya, but she refused.

When she finished showering all of the dried blood off of her body, she sat down on her bed and pulled out her first aid kit. Obviously it was the more painful approach, but she had no choice.

She started to stitch the wounds up, most of then were minor, so it was bearable to say in the least. She eventually bandaged them and put lotion on the remaining of her non damaged skin.

Amiya often tried to mask her scent, as not only a powerful hashira, but a beautiful woman, most men felt attracted to her and often tried. She always walked away, but all those men kept coming back only wanting her for her body.

She wanted to find a way to mask it, but she also wanted a man who would love her for her, and not just her body. She shook her head and eventually settled into her bed.

She cuddled up under the sheets pulling them up to her neck, so only her head peeked out. Her eyes eventually closed and she drifted into a gentle slumber.

Akaza found himself watching her through her window, he was but a few meters away. This human girl was truly stunning and beautiful. Yet he didn't have a lick of information about her, besides that she was a hashira.

Her peaceful frame was adorable, cute, and beautiful. He loved to watch her sleep, yet he felt as though he needed to find out more about her.

Perhaps within the next few nights, he could do just that.

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Word count: 1000

Hi friends! It's me! Yes yes I know, why am I writing an Akaza fic? Well, the urge took over. I love this Lil bean. Plus I love my oc too. You'll find yourself getting hit with a few surprises in the future when I continue this.

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