Demonslayer Short Stories

Haunted (Muzan x Reader)

"Amaya!" The young demon slayer turned to see Tanjiro running over to her, not carrying Nezuko's box like he usually did.

"Hi, Tanjiro!" She waved enthusiastically. "Didn't expect to see you here. Were you also sent on a mission for Asakusa?" Amaya paused at the look of panic on Tanjiro's face. "What's wrong?"

"Have you seem a demon recently?" He slowed a bit, but kept running. Amaya fell in step with him.

"No, but I'm looking for one. Why, what happened?" She replied, hand going to the hilt of her sword.

Tanjiro scowled. "Kibutsuji Muzan."

Amaya stumbled, just barely managing to catch herself. "He's here?!" She hissed. "And we're running towards him why?!"

His face set in determination. "I'm going to end him."

"Tanjiro." Amaya caught his arm, stopping him in his tracks. "He's the king of demons. We just became demon slayers a couple weeks ago. The Hashira can hardly beat the Twelve Kizuki, let alone the king."

"We can't just let him get away!" Tanjiro pulled them forward.

"Then make a plan. Send your crow to notify the Hashira. Don't just rush in blindly." She loosened her grip enough for them to walk, but not run. "He's probably undercover, if you can't smell blood. He's likely not moving very fast."

Tanjiro nodded reluctantly, murmuring something to the crow perched on his shoulder. It cawed and flew off, presumably to the Butterfly Estate. "Alright, let's make a plan."

Amaya nodded, trying not to think about what could've happened if she hadn't encountered Tanjiro. "We should spy on him. And pray he doesn't recognize our uniform."

Tanjiro nodded, hand drifting to his blade as if he still wanted to jump in. He took the lead, walking quickly through the crowd and following what Amaya guessed was a scent trail.

"Where's Nezuko?" She asked, taking the opportunity to talk.

"Back at the udon vender." Tanjiro scratched the back of his neck guiltily. "I shouldn't have left her.

"She's a demon. She can handle herself." Hopefully, she thought, but didn't say out loud.

"I hope so." His head snapped up, and he quickened his pace. "There—the man in the suit and hat."

Amaya followed his gaze, spotting a tall man with short, unruly black hair under a white fedora. He wore a fancy looking suit, and he seemed to be holding a child. "Is that a child?" Amaya whispered.

Tanjiro squinted, and his nose twitched. He gasped. "She is."

"Can you smell if they're blood related or..?"

"I don't think they are." Tanjiro's hands clenched, and his pace quickened even more.

"Hey." Amaya grabbed his wrist. "We're spying, remember?"

Suddenly, the alleged king of demons looked around, burning red gaze sweeping over the crowd. Amaya tensed and shivered. Does he know we're here? There's no way, right?

"Keep your head down. Hide your uniform as much as you can with your haori." He did as she said, and she followed suit.

Amaya glanced up, if only for a second, and instantly looked back down. The man was definitely the king. His red eyes were starting right at her, boring a hole into her head. She tried to relax as to not seen suspicious. "Tanjiro," she whispered out of the corner of her mouth, "he's looking at us."

Tanjiro's face set in determination, and it looked like he was having to consciously prevent himself from drawing his sword and charging right then and there. "Now what?"