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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 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝒀 」 𝐒 𝐀 𝐕 𝐈 𝐎 𝐑
꧁꧂
No.
No.
No, no, no!
Flame head... no, Kyojuro... is facing Upper Moon Three? And...
He's dead?
Ripping herself out of Douma's hold, (Y/N) kicked him to the ground and pressed her katana right over his throat, the blade digging into his skin and sending a burning sensation running all throughout his body. But he didn't care about that. All he could do was stare with blushing cheeks at the girl who held him down.
Anger.
Horror.
Despair.
Such emotions painted themselves over her expression, and he absolutely loved it.
"Where the fuck is he!?" (Y/N) demanded him as she pressed the blade further into his neck, watching as ruby drops of blood dripped from the cut. "Tell me where the fuck he is and maybe I won't cut off your shitty head!"
"Ah, I love it when you're so violent with me, blasty~" Douma cooed.
"Tell me!"
"...They're on the Mugen Train bound westward," he finally answered, watching as her features twitched in familiarity before she was gone, having no more time to spare on him if it meant the chance of Kyojuro being killed. While Douma wasn't pleased that (Y/N) valued Kyojuro's life more than the feeling of taking his own, he merely rubbed his neck as he stood up, letting out a sigh whilst muttering, "I'll see her again... make no mistake of that."
As he repeated the words that he always said whenever meeting (Y/N), she was currently following Misano's train tracks west toward where the Mugen Train would be.
She prayed.
She cried.
She swore to God or whoever it was that was up there that she would do anything if it meant that Kyojuro would be alive.
She couldn't lose him.
She couldn't.
With her Mark still burning away on her neck, she was twice as fast as she used to be whilst also being able to examine everything around her, yet unfortunately finding nothing in all directions save for trees and the like. But then, her eyes caught on a blob in the distance that steadily grew larger to reveal the picture of a train that was derailed, noticing that there were people struggling to get out however aided by familiar figures.
