Douma's obsession - Demon Slayer fanfiction

Deal

Miri sprints towards Giyuu, who barely manages to keep himself upright. "You got him," he says, looking from her to the large hole from Douma's impact in disbelief. They both step closer and cautiously inspect it. The thick concrete was destroyed and with it everything that came behind it for the next few meters. However, she doubted that her hit was strong enough to finish off Douma.

All of a sudden, a manic laughter echoes out of the hole and they both shrink away. Then a pair of angry glowing, rainbow-colored eyes shines through the darkness. Miri takes another step back and gulps. It wasn't over yet. Douma steps out and into the moonlight, which makes the blood on his face appear a deep black. A dangerous aura radiates off him, sending chills down Miri's spine. He looks like he is going to kill the next moving thing in an instant.

She tries to calm her heartbeat and control her breathing for another technique. If she didn't act now, it might be too late. Douma slowly raises his hands, "Blood Demon Art: Cryokinesis," he summons in a deep, triumphant voice.

The air around her freezes and little ice crystals begin to hover all around them. She coughs heavily. Her lungs suddenly feel like they are burning from the inside, forcing her to stop her breathing technique. Desperately, her hands wrap around her throat as she gasps for air, but it hurts like she is breathing ice. Her body is overtaken by fear. Was this how she was going to die?

Unbothered, Douma approaches until he comes to a stop right in front of her. Miri falls to her knees, defeated by the lack of oxygen. Her panicked gaze is met with cold eyes staring down at her in silence. His head snaps to the side where Giyuu lays curled up on the ground, also panting for air. Once again, a sharp ice dagger manifests in Douma's hand as he turns to lunge at him.

"NO!" Miri croaks as her hand weakly grabs the fabric of his pants to stop Douma. But that doesn't affect him as he just continues his step, crouching over Giyuu. "Douma please, I'm coming with you!" Miri cries in tears.

His movements halt with his back turned towards her. "I'll come with you, I promise," Miri repeats hopefully. Douma slowly lowers his arm. The air around her gets warm again and she is able to breathe normally now.

Suddenly, her chin is lifted and Douma's cold breath fans across her face. "And why would I do that when I could just take you with me?" he hums, his lips brushing against her nose. "Because I'd never forgive you," she says with conviction in her voice. She really meant it. If Douma killed Giyuu, there was no chance on earth that she would ever forget about that. But would that be enough?

Douma seems to struggle for a moment. Then she hears the ice dagger fall to the ground and he releases his grip on her chin. "As you wish..." he muses, holding out his hand to her with his signature grin. In the meantime, an ice golem picks up Giyuu, who is now unconscious, and drops him over its shoulder. "He's coming with us," Douma replies to her questioning expression.

Miri stares at his hand. She had made a deal with the devil. But still it felt like the right thing to do. For her and for Giyu. She fastens her Katana to her belt and takes his hand.

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Douma had been staring at the back of her head for the past two hours. They had almost reached his mansion, right next to his village, and were trotting through the last small patch of forest. He always made sure that Miri was walking in front of him so that he could keep an eye on her.

What was going on in that little head of hers?, he asked himself for the hundredth time by now. They hadn't really spoken to each other, except when he had offered to carry her in his arms. Even though she appeared to be pretty worn out to him, she had refused, mumbling something about dignity which he didn't understand.

All he wanted to do was to sweep her off her feet and hold her close to him. Never before had he felt that way about a person, but he came to the conclusion that he liked it. And he wanted more of it. Condescendingly, he looked at the other demon hunter who was still sleeping. Why did Miri protect him? What was so special about him? He felt a small tinge of jealousy.

If it had been up to him, he would have killed him in an instant. There was just something about the thought of Miri never forgiving him that unnerved him. He didn't like the idea that she might hate him... and now he had to deal with an extra demon hunter...

"Here we are, make yourself at home!" he gestures for Miri to enter his mansion, making sure to block the door enough so that she had to squeeze past him. She gives him an annoyed look. How cute!

"What are you going to do with Giyuu?" she asks. "Wait till he wakes up and see if he causes me any problems...unless you have another suggestion" he shrugs his shoulders. Miri slightly shakes her head. Indecisively, she stands in the middle of the entry hall, looking a little bit lost.

"Everything you need should be upstairs" he lets her know and she quickly ascends the stairs without any further comment. He watches her hips sway to the side with every little step and licks his lips. Douma was still a little angry at her for leaving him and he wouldn't let her get away that easy.

From the couch he hears a muffled groan. Great, the demon hunter Giyuu was awake. "What did you do to her?!" Giyuu hisses, his voice full of anger and concern. Douma sighs annoyed and turns to face him. "Nothing, she saved you, you fool," he says while yawning demonstratively.

This demon hunter was so protective of Miri, almost as if she was his own. A new idea formed in Douma's head and a sadistic grin stole its way onto his face. "The real question is what am I going to do to her...".

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