Demonslayer Short Stories

Obsession (Yandere Hantengu Clones x Reader)

This is my apology to the people who thought that the previous story was Hantengu Clones x Reader. Enjoy!

P.S. It also happens in the same storyline as the previous story.

May have gotten a bit carried away ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Arashi yelled as her sword flew out of her hand. Sekido reached out and wrapped his hand around her throat. She kicked at the demon as he lifted her off the ground, silently cursing the heavens and the other demons watching: Urogi, Aizetsu, and Karaku.

They all suddenly clutched their heads simultaneously, eyes shut in discomfort, or pain, she couldn't tell. Sekido released his hold on her. This is my chance! She bolted over to where her sword lay, the green nichirin gleaming in the starlight. She turned to face them, and charged while they were still occupied. Unfortunately, her efforts were too little, too late. Karaku raised his uchiwa and blew her back several paces, much gentler than when they'd been battling. All the clones straightened, each relaxing and opening their eyes. Oh.. Arashi noticed their eyes. Oh no..Their eyes started to flickers dark, subdued shade of rust, and the characters on their tongues morphed into a mutual kanji: 'Obsession'.

Their.. their emotion changed. To obsession, no less. She thought, panicked and horrified. This is bad, this is bad!

Now their faces truly were indistinguishable, Arashi only being able to recognize them due to their clothing and weapons. Or, in Urogi's case, wings and talons. However, they still retained parts of old emotions: Aizetsu's posture was slightly hunched and his forehead was slightly creased with worry lines. Karaku and Urogi's grins were very much wider and more cruel than that of their counterparts, and Sekido's veins were still bulging and his shoulders were rigid.

Arashi gripped her sword tighter, taking a step back and praying that there was a Hashira in the area. She edged backwards several more shaku away, taking advantage of the trio's confusion of a new emotion after so many centuries. Wait.. three? She glanced around, alarm. Weren't there four of them?

As if on cue, Aizetsu appeared behind her, holding his yari to her neck. "That's far enough." The low snarl in his voice sharply contrasted his once soft and sad tone.

"Let me go!" Arashi yelled, not daring to turn around. She tried to swing her sword behind her. Sekido appeared as she swung, knocking her blade away with a spin of his khakkhara. He pointed the end of his staff at her, jingling the six golden rings.

"What makes you thing we'll follow your orders?" He mocked, the sharp end of his scepter drifting dangerously close to her throat. Arashi glared at him.

"Give me my sword back and fight me like a man!" She shouted. Zenitsu had always said she needed to work on her anger issues.

"That didn't end so well for you last time, koibito." Urogi landed next to Sekido, neatly folding his wings and grinning like a maniac. Arashi cringed at the nickname.

"Don't call me that!" She protested, struggling as mush as she could without slicing her throat open.

"We'll call you what we want." Karaku growled from behind her. "And you will call us Master."

Arashi openly gaped at the clones, suddenly finding a new determination and will to fight. "Like hell I will! Let me go!" She struggled harder, wincing when Aizetsu's yari bit into her skin. Urogi's eyes narrowed, and he reached out with his claws.

"Wait, Urogi." Sekido's face looked unnaturally calm as he spoke. He broke into a sadistic grin, grip tightening on his scepter. Arashi's eye's widened. She knew exactly what was coming.