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➤【 yandere kny x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a girl is overtaken with the desire to be the best and overcome any obstacle - human or demon - that stands in her way, unknowingly attracting said o...
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「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 」 𝐍 𝐄 𝐀 𝐑
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"(L/N)!" Giyu called out to her as he gave chase, watching as (Y/N) slipped through the crowd with ease and precision whilst also jumping onto the roofs of buildings to survey the scene below. "Please, slow down and rationally think about a plan! The demon that you were hunting could be an Upper Moon as well!"
"If they are, then good luck!" She looked back at him with flaming (E/C) eyes. "Because I am not going to give up hunting Upper Two down."
The Water Hashira sighed when watching her disappear into the night, knowing that there was nothing that he could do to tear her away from her mission. His thinking was only proven correct because right then, (Y/N)'s mind was consumed with only the thought of her blade cutting off Douma's head in an agonizing manner, practically already able to feel his blood on her hands.
She wanted it so badly.
She wanted him to die so badly.
And she would make sure that tonight, her wish would come true.
Stopping in Misano's crowded square dead center, she turned slowly as she surveyed everything around her, her fingers tightening their grip around the hilt of her sword the longer she stood there. In an instant, the weapon was drawn when feeling a demon's bloodlust, launching herself upward and twisting her body around to land a fatal strike.
She let out a scoff.
The demon wasn't Douma.
He looked to be around eighteen or nineteen with fair skin decorated by a pattern of thick blue lines which resembled criminal tattoos. These lines extended from his face to his arms, chest, and legs, only showcased due to the fact that he only wore a pink vest and loose, white hakama pants. He had short, bright pink hair that fluffed out around his head, and inward-tilting yellow eyes with pink eyelashes and blue sclera that looked somewhat like cracked glass. The kanji for 'Upper Rank Three' were etched into his irises as well, signaling his position within the Twelve Kizuki.
But he wasn't the one she wanted.
Letting out a low growl when seeing that her katana's blade had merely sliced off his arm that he had raised to block her attack instead of his head, she jumped backward with her stance still tense. She didn't care about the screams from the townspeople nor the panic. All she cared about was eliminating those in her path that had caused her pain.
"My, my..." the demon trailed off as his arm regenerated, his yellow eyes seeming to burn under the electrical lights. "...to think that I would meet a Demon Slayer here. What's more..." His eyes then narrowed as he looked at the almost invisible, flickering red light around her that no one but he could see, stating, "...I can tell you're strong just by looking at you. A Hashira? You're fighting spirit is almost so quiet I can barely sense it."
