Scars Of Love | Iguro Obanai

17

"Wait princess, I wasn't done with you yet."

You crashed on the ground harshly while coughing out blood, Douma stood beside your injured body like he wasn't fazed at all.

He stares at you for a moment and smiled, "I really don't like hurting pretty women like you. But to be honest, you're really annoying just like the other pillars."

"But you're weak, I can't tell." His fan pointed at your direction.

You couldn't move, your body was tired already. How did it even end up this way? Why did you even provoke him in the first place? You knew you couldn't stand a chance.

•••

"I told you already" you grumbled in frustration, this was the hundredth time that Douma asked you to join forces with him.

The demon simply laughed and shook his head at this, what was so special about the demon slayer corps when you were the weakest anyways?

His smile widened when he saw how you were determined to defend those who didn't care much about you. But to be honest, it was only one person who didn't.

"Maybe for once" Douma slowly said "That guy you like, might even took notice of you when you turn into us."

As if it hit a nerve, your once determined self had second thoughts about his words. Your guard was down and it wasn't supposed to be that way, Douma could only chuckle at this and sigh.

"See? I'm giving you an opportunity" he teased, his brow raising when you put your sword away from him.

Well that was easy.

But he didn't expect you to use your breathing technique immediately, making him no choice but to fight back immediately.

•••

"Naughty, naughty girl." Douma whispered behind your ear, his wrist finally showing itself while you on the other hand lay there on the ground helplessly bleeding.

As much as you want to cut his head off, you weren't capable of doing that with your weak state. It was just you and with Douma now slitting his wrist withoit failure. He grinned widely at you, silently celebrating his success.

"Stop it" you whispered weakly "I don't want to be like you."

The upper moon simply ignored her words "It's not that you have more days to live, just give in sweetheart."

Just give in.

"I'd rather die right now than to drink your blood."

You quickly kick him in the groin, though it really didn't work because he caught your leg swiftly.

Douma gave you a look of disapproval before he moved his wrist closer to your mouth making you purse your lips shut, he was persistent as the hand that was previously holding your wrist grabbed your cheek in a harsh manner making you open your mouth and the blood greeting your taste buds like a bitter victory for the upper moon demon.

When he finally let go of you, you were coughing and cringing at the taste. But at the same time you felt an unbearable pain run through your body.

Was this how they were transformed? You couldn't tell if it was different for every demon, but it was painful and bitter for your part. Even if you tried resisting it, Muzan's blood was strong. Stronger than anyone can handle.

And with the final strength you have left, your eyes caught the sight of Douma turning his back on you to face someone.

Though, you couldn't tell who it was.

•••

An earsplitting screech greeted Douma when he finally faced two pillars, one with a weird hair color combination and an aloof one. Though he immediately recognized the male one and snickered.

"What did you do to [First Name]-chan?!" Mitsuri cried out in panic after seeing your unconscious body laying on a ground in your own pool of blood.

Douma on the other hand smiled at her "Your mistreated Hashira is in the process of transforming into a demon, what do you think will happen?"

"Will she turn into one of us? Or" he trailed off "Die?"

Mitsuri stood there in shock and fear, her friend wasn't going to be saved anymore. You were in between dying or transforming.

Her eyes glimmered with tears in which Douma took notice and chuckled.

"Oh don't be sad" he mocked "Aren't you happy that your weak of a friend will be stronger if she were to survive?"

His gaze ended up on Iguro who was checking up on your almost dead body, Douma's gaze held a hint of amusement as he pout.

"Aren't you that serpent pillar she's into?" Douma snickered when he saw Iguro's expression changed "What are you feeling for her now?"

Feeling.

Iguro couldn't say anything, seeing you almost lifeless on the ground surprised him despite how he belittles your skills. You weren't easily defeated when it comes to speed and sneaking here and there, even if it was an upper moon you could've distracted it long enough for some of the pillars to arrive.

But now you were in the middle of something they weren't anticipating, he just hopes you die in the process. Not because he resents you so much, but because he didn't want to deal another demon aside from Douma.

"I don't entertain bullshits" Iguro muttered before striking an attack to Douma, who immediately dodged his advances with a smug smirk.

"Is that so?" the upper moon mused "Well that's a pity, she seems to like you so much."

Douma swiftly moved his fan to strike an attack towards Mitsuri who was near your body, his gaze hardened as his mood changed quickly from playful to serious.

"You don't touch what's going to be mine."

And by that, Douma quickly moved to your side. He was swift enough to take you in his hold while the two struggled with his blood demon art, he smirked at how they were struggling but then looked down at your unconscious self.

"Hm" the upper moon hummed "It seems like she's taking it pretty well."

"I might take her to him."