All Kotoha did was fall through a pond and now she was here.
In the Taisho era filled with slayers and demons.
One such demon becomes interested in her when he discovers she lives again. Especially after he had killed her.
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Inuyasha inspired.
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Ra...
"Kotoha-chan~ how was Muzan-sama?" Kotoha crosses her arms and shifts herself from his lap. Douma pouts a bit at the action but leaves a loose arm on her. They both sit on his beanbag throne, Douma's leg crossed over his knee making it easier to lean into her.
He would find her giving him the cold shoulder.
So he leans back into his beanbag, throwing his head back like a child.
"Kotoha~-' his head lolls to her, eyes gaining a twinkle. ' What did I do-?"
SMACK
Douma was stunned for a moment, not understanding the tears that rushed down her face. Was she not enjoying herself in Muzan's company?
Why was she getting so aggressive now? Why so furious with him?
She bites her lip be sniffling.
"Why did you kill her?" It took him a moment to figure out why she had slapped him and now asks this.
Ooooooooh, that's right. They had been summoned to the infinity fortress in the middle of his eating.
Who was he eating again? What was her story? Oh, who cares?
" I was hungry?" Douma states with a smile before receiving another slap to his face. He wonders if he was human if it would sting. Would he be getting a swollen cheek by the repeated hits?
"That doesn't mean you should have killed and eaten her, murder!" She tried to get up and Douma jumped a bit to grab her by the waist. She squirms in his grip for a moment as he falls back into his seat.
"Now, now, Kotoha, you can't just call me a murderer without allowing me to explain myself." Douma frees one hand to hold to his chest, above his heart. "I am a leader of my cult. I preach and send my followers to paradise when the time comes."
Her tears are renewed again.
"Telling them lies and you making them a meal is a scam."
Well, that was just mean.
Douma sighs.
"Now Kotoha, you criticize me, and yet how am I to know you aren't a hypocrite yourself?" Douma's eyes go to her and she suddenly gets quiet. Curling on herself as she does. Douma pats her for a moment.
"Know this Kotoha. I am a demon now. I was once human and I am simply doing what I have always done. Only now I have decided to make do with what I have." He does go outside of his territory for rare treats.
"But to you, know that I won't eat you." She hiccups a bit.
Perhaps this was not helping as well as he believed. So he gets up and offers his hand to her. She looks at his hand, thinking of how it looked not too long ago. Bloody claws and ready to tear into another when needed.
She slowly accepts and Douma tugs her up with ease.
She was cute when she fell into his chest for a moment. Kotoha is quick to push upon him and get some distance.
He'll get more out of her soon enough.
For now, she needs to rest.
— One month later
Inosuke live!!
Inosuke sits up, panting, his heart pounding like hooves against his chest. His mind was haunted by colorful eyes once again.
His hand claws its way into his hair.
What was the reason that he kept on getting these images in his dreams? Nothing makes sense.
He'll ask the butterfly lady.
— Later he would limp his way to Tanjiro's bedside.
Maybe he can get some answers from him also.
— Douma scrolled through Kotoha's phone, the tip of his finger void of claws so as not to break it. His head was resting on the same pillow as Kotoha, having come to a small truce.
Kotoha lies next to him, reading through a book that is from an English fellow named Arthur Conan Doyle. Either way, Muzan had dropped the book on his head, saying it was a gift for Kotoha.
Kotoha was glad to have something to keep her busy, a first Japanese edition of Hound of Baskerville. Muzan must have thought she would appreciate decent literature.
She very much did.
Now, Douma had his attention on her phone.
One thing he had done was spend a day with her, both lying down with nothing to talk about as he went about beating a game of Minecraft.
"Kotoha, can I make a dirt sword?" Douma was a bit confused at first but by the end, he could have easily been a streamer with his knowledge of the game(her knowledge at least).
"Kotoha~, look at my temple in-game. Isn't it nice?!" Kotoha glances over as Douma tries to show off his temple. It was nicely made considering he only had two days of gathering resources to do so.
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"It looks decent. Try making a garden to feel more alive." Douma tilts his head.
"A pond perhaps?" Kotoha nods and Douma seems to brighten up at the idea.
Small agreements and achievements to get on her good side and try to remain there are all he can do.
Kotoha however has decided to put on her detective hat much like Sherlock Holmes and make a profile of Douma.
She tries to catch him in the middle of his sermons to see how he is in the presence of his disciples. She also tried to recall how he was with his fellow demons.
She wishes she had taken psychology more seriously.
But she believes Douma is a sociopath. He fits all the traits of one. Trying to charm his way into everything.
She whimpers in her head as Douma cheers next to her when he finds himself a new village.
How did she end up like this?
— Later, by the time her phone reached low battery, Douma had made himself an automatic farm and was planning on exploring to get a woodland mansion map. He would turn his head to Kotoha and see she had fallen asleep in the middle of reading.
He shuffles a bit, saving the page she had been on, and puts her phone to charge. Douma would cover her with the futon and make his way out.
