❝All we have to do is to continue to live a life with no regrets.❞
KIMETSU NO YAIBA X F!MDZS!ISEKAI!READER
VARIOUS!KIMETSU NO YAIBA X F!READER
note: i only wrote this for my own liking, you don't have to read it if it's not to your liking or taste...
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italics - speaking in mandarin
bolded - speaking in japanese
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*RECAP*
She stopped when she was a great distance away, making sure he didn't follow her so she does not expose Lady Tamayo and Yushiro's location. She let out a shaky. sigh of relief, letting her legs to finally tremble as tiny tears welled up in her eyes.
Thank the Gods that she was still alive. Although, she was strong enough to inflict injuries on the demon, she couldn't use bīngxuě to cut off demons' head as she learnt that a special sword was needed to decapitate them. If she hadn't end the battle, it would've definitely dragged on until dawn. And, she was completely sure she wouldn't last till dawn unscarred.
'Ah, I'm definitely getting nagged at tonight.' She sobbed to herself, kicking pebbles away as she made her way back to the house.
As Kokushibo healed himself, he stared at the direction the h/c lady went. His grip on the handle of his blade so tight it would have break if it wasn't made by his own flesh. 'This girl. She's out of the world.'
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WARNING!
*attempted sexual assault/ r4p3*
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*EIGHT MONTHS AGO FROM PRESENT*
Kokushibo found himself making his way towards the same riverbank where he battled with a strange foreign girl three days ago. Though, it wasn't the first time that his feet had brought him back there.
Contrary to what she said, the girl was not at the riverbank the night after their little fight. He should have stopped returning there by now but something in him believed that he would find her there tonight. Ever since their battle, he was itching to fight her again and possibly claim victory by ending her life.
Pushing away the overgrown tree branches, his face scrunched in disgust of the sight before him. Hovered above the sleeping figure of the foreign girl he had came back for was a middle-aged man. Even from his distance, he could smell that the man reeked of alcohol and what was more disgusting was that shameless bulge on his pants.
