Douma's obsession - Demon Slayer fanfiction

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Three bowls of steaming hot soup were placed in front of them. "Here you go, the food is on the house," the waiter winked. It was the next day, and the three Hashira's were sitting in a small restaurant down the street, discussing their next course of action.

"Bon appetit!" Mitsuri says and starts to eat. "Ouch, it's so hot!" Miri hisses after burning her tongue. The way Mitsuri was eating spoons full of this soup, or perhaps more accurately: boiling lava, is incomprehensible to Miri. Fascinated, she shakes her head. "Okay, so you already sent a message to the headquarters about the attack?" Giyuu checks and the girls nod. "Good. The next question is: do we stay here or go there ourselves or third option: do we split up?," he suggests.

"I say we go to the headquarters ourselves. We don't know how many Hahira's and other high-ranking demon slayers are on site right now, they will most likely need our help," Miri thinks out loud. "I agree!" Mitsuri says with a full mouth. Some people at the table near them turn around and eye them a little disturbed. The three of them give each other annoyed looks and continue talking in a lower tone. "But what if the random attacks continue? Some of us have to stay in this region just in case..." Giyuu remarks.

They spend the next 20 minutes debating who should stay here. In the end, it was common sense that it would be best for Giyuu to stay, since he knew the area pretty well. The couple at the other table gave them strange looks from time to time, so they were always careful not to reveal their plans.

"Do you know Akaza's or Douma's blood demon art by any chance?" Mitsuri asked. Miri thought about it for a moment. A blood demon art was something like the demon equivalent of a special technique for demon hunters. During their fight, Douma hadn't really made an effort at all to attack her, so she didn't think that he would have used his blood demon art at that time.

"Aside from his ice manipulation and creating ice clones of himself, I didn't really notice any special technique... As for Akaza: I didn't see him fight at all, I'm sorry." Miri answers. "Don't be...sometimes it just can be useful to know how exactly their powers work to gain an advantage...but look at us, we are all very strong as well, wee can make it!" Mitsuri reassures her.

Last time Miri checked, it wasn't an even fight between her and Douma at all. But now, that she had Mitsuri and Giyuu with her? Hopefully, they stood a chance in the battles that were about to come.

The waiter returned to them and they decided to carry on their conversation outside. As they walk past the next table, Miri glances at the woman's jacket. She almost didn't notice it, but a small symbol was embroidered on one sleeve. It was an eye made of rainbow colors. She gulps and hurries outside. "Guys, I think the people next to us were members of Douma's cult," she whispers anxiously, looking over her shoulder. They rush back into the restaurant only to find the couple gone. "Shit, are you sure?" Mitsuri curses and Miri nods. There was no way someone would randomly wear a special symbol like that.

"Now he knows..." she says and gives her friends a worried look. One thing was for sure: Douma would be here as soon as the sun went down.

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The dim light of the lanterns cast long shadows across the streets. From a distance, the sound of countless people crowding the gates of the city could be heard, as they were pushing their way out.
They knew he was coming. He smiled silently while he walked through the blocks. Evacuating all those people instead of hiding... how selfless these hunters were. Although hiding didn't make much sense anyway, he thought.

This part of the city was completely abandoned. Every once in a while, Douma came across a few houses with open doors, as if someone had left in a hurry, and random items like shirts or toothbrushes laid out on the floor. As he passed the next street, he kicked away a small doll that had been dropped on the sidewalk. Unbelievable how humans valued these useless things.

His nose picked up a familiar scent. Miri! He must be close to her. Following his instincts, he walked down a side street and reached the town hall. It was very quiet here and the only thing he could hear was a trickling fountain in front of the building.

Then he spotted her. She was sitting on a roof, seemingly on the lookout for him. Normal eyes probably wouldn't have noticed her small frame hidden in the darkness, but then again, who would ever mistake him for normal?

Douma steps out of the shadows onto the town square. Miri's head immediately snaps in his direction and their eyes meet. He stares at her with a blank expression. Finally, after three sleepless days of searching, she was within his reach again. "Long time no see!" he shouts as Miri stands up.

A small light flickered over her body. She looked even more beautiful than he remembered her from the day she jumped through the window. Every piece of equipment, every fold of cloth and every strand of hair seemed to be in exactly the right place. Every move she made was so elegant and clean, while her face looked so soft and kind. He didn't know for how long he was staring at her when she speaks up in a firm voice, "Don't you dare come any closer!

"Or what?" he snaps, "You think you and your Hashira friends are going to kill me?" he chuckles lowly as he notices her flinch at his words. Of course, he noticed the other two Hashiras stomping through the city, helping the people at the gates. Fighting three Hashiras at the same time would be a challenge if he didn't want to seriously injure Miri.

With ease, Miri jumps down a few balconies to land on the street a few meters in front of him and pulls out a Catana. "If that's what it will take..." she says, her eyebrows furrowing. Douma felt a slight sting and narrowed his eyes. Would she really kill him? God, how he hated her demon slayer friends and their stubbornness when it came to killing demons.

"You think I won't kill a Hashira, darling? Won't be my first time and it won't be my last..."

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