Heart of Peace | A Kny x reader insert |

~13~

I've felt fear before.

When I watched the scene that would kill, arguably, the most sunshine character in the show. I couldn't let Rengoku die before me... I had become attached within such a short span of time.

When we were fighting upper six, I thought nothing would change. I did not want to see him get hurt and out of a job he enjoyed doing. I had grown attached within a day or two of knowing him.

But this?

The fear I felt now didn't cause me to internally reach for that other half. It didn't make me panic or desperate.

This kind of fear settled in my bones and planted me in place. It sent vibrations all the way to my fingers, making them shake, unable to reach for my fans. He wasn't holding me tightly, and yet the sheer strength in just a fraction of his power was enough to hurt. I can't speak... I can't move... I nod, feeling my heart race in my chest as he moves towards the body at my feet.

I got my first view of him.

A terrifying, but undoubtedly beautiful man. His hair was a stunning blond, but shimmered in the light to look silver; almost as if coming down like snow. His eyes stare at me in perfect crystal-like kaleidoscope patterns. The kanji that writes out his rank among his kind is black and clear as the night. Upper two... Doma... I stagger back a bit, putting a bit of distance between us. He's tall, and in person, that height is imposing paired with his fake smile and muscular build. He's blocking the only way out of the alleyway. Not that I would have been able to run. Akaza was a challenge to keep up with... Doma would have me dead or dragged back in a blink.

He grabs the head, tearing it off, and I flinch. Bile rises in my throat, and I turn from him retching. "Ah... for a demon slayer, you're not too good with this sort of thing! That's unusual! I heard you stood off against both Akaza as well as Daki and Gyotoro! You and your friends killed upper six. That's really impressive! But I guess when you take a demon's head, it's not as graphic as a human's head, since we disintegrate." He says such morbid things with that cheery voice, it sends a shiver down my spine.

I force myself to look back and swallow the vile that rises in my throat again. I can see the spine protruding from the head, the flesh torn and dangling. He wipes the sweets I'd tossed at the man of the head. "Humans really are getting creative these days. Wisteria." He wipes his hand off and I tilt my head. Who uses wisteria in food?

"Do you... usually play with your meals?" I speak even though I know he's strictly on a woman's diet.

"Oh, I prefer women. Far more nutritious! But if you're asking about you, then that's silly. I don't plan on eating a pretty thing like you. He'd be upset if I did that." Douma steps forward and I step back. "Akaza tells me you use fans! Could I see them?"

When I don't move, he moves out of my vision in less time than it takes to blink, grabbing them from me. "You..." He unfolds his own as if comparing them. He's never been one to grasp easily. Even in the manga he had his, what are you doing, moments.

He tosses them away from me, and I stare. He disarmed me, for the most part. "Oh? Are these gifts for your friends?" He picks up the bag. I'm not sure when I dropped them... "So you're not alone."

I swallow watching him handle the things I brought, before tossing the bag away with disinterest. I caught the bag so the guard I got for Tanjiro wouldn't break. I glare a bit. "What do you want?" I still feel the fear in my bones, but it's impacting me less as things go along.

"Just getting to know the demon slayer that made such an impression that it raised a lot of attention at our meeting!" His hand clasps around my jaw not a moment later as he stares into my eyes. It's crushing... a little more pressure, and he'd break it. "You're eyes really are unique! Have they always been like this?"