Yo it has been...awhile. I would apologize but shit happens. I lost any interest in writing for awhile and have only recently started pushing myself to try again, so I decided to come back to this fic cause the anime.
I won't make any promises other than I'm gonna try my best to write more, but we'll see.
Welp Without further adieu, let's begin.
"I am the Love Hashira: Mitsuri Kanroji! There is no way I'm going to die so easily! Especially after you hurt my friends and my husband!"
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The demon was silent for a moment. How? How did all four Hashira remember their lives in such a short amount of time? Was it something he said? No that couldn't be, the masters said this wasn't possible.
What Kickstarted these memories. Maybe it was the demon himself. Having to deal with such a threat might be engraved into their souls. Maybe these abilities lay dormant until a threat appears.
Even so, to be able to use these techniques when they haven't practiced for a single moment in their new lives is frightening and must be relayed to the masters.
The Hashira can still be a threat because just like the demons, they are killers.
The demon growled lowly as his wound healed. He studied the Hashira before him cautiously. They won't be able to last forever, but he was sure other humans would be drawn to the ruckus and Master was specific in his instructions to not let bystanders live if he was spotted.
But these Hashira need to be disposed of. The longer he waits the stronger they will become.
The demon curled his long claws into a tightly bound fist and heaved out a heavy growl.
He would need to be quick. He watched all four hashira push themselves up and closer to the demon with an obvious strain on their bodies. He noticed the subtle shakiness in their limbs and the heavy breaths they attempted to slow down and control.
The demon smiled.
"They're finished" he whispered to himself.
He crouched low ready to attack when suddenly something small pricked his arm. He looked down to see what looked to be a small blow dart sticking out of his skin.
He titled his head letting out a raspy chuckle as he reached to pull out the needle like dart.
"Now which one of you little...AGHGHGHG!" A sharp burning sensation spread through the demon's arm at an alarming rate forcing the monster to let out a demonic screech of pain.
The Hashira froze, staring at the demon, who, for the first time, seemed to truly be in immense pain. The spot on his arm where he had yanked out the dart was beginning to turn a dark purple that was quick to spread through his arm.
The Hashira stood by in shock as the demon clawed at its now purple arm.
"Poison?" Tengen Uzui whispered.
"Where did the poison come from"
A frantic yell pulled the Hashira from their confused daze to a short man with light green hair that faded into black, wearing a white button down and dark blue slacks.
The man had stepped outside the driver side door of a black SUV with tinted windows. In one hand he held a blow dart and in the other what looked to be a talisman.
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