𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

六十三

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑰𝑿𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬 」
𝐋 𝐎 𝐒 𝐒

꧁꧂

    After Tanjiro and Tengen found (Y/N), they had no interest in fighting Gyutaro or Daki, their minds only consumed by her and spurring them into action to take her away from the demons that they were sure had corrupted her into losing her memory. They also knew that Kagaya would not accept it if they beheaded her prematurely to any decision he might make concerning her.

    What was more, from the looks of it, she hadn't consumed multiple humans—or any—at all.

    At least to their knowledge.

    "Get Fourth-Wifey out of here!" Tengen called to Tanjiro as his blades clashed with Gyutaro's kamas, the tools able to manipulate his blood into even sharper weapons. "I'll deal with the demons!"

    "Zenitsu and Inosuke will assist you!" Tanjiro answered as he hoisted a now unconscious (Y/N) onto his back and ran off. "Good luck, Uzui-san!"

    When Gyutato saw that Tanjiro was stealing (Y/N) away, he growled lowly, knowing that Muzan would not be pleased if she was taken again. And if it was anything like last time, then Muzan would rage from not being able to find her due to whatever Tamayo had done to alter her body, Gyutaro having a feeling that his anger would be much more prominent. But no matter how he tried to find a way and obtain (Y/N) again, Tengen stopped him.

"Oi, oi..." Gyutari rasped as he stared at Tengen—at how handsome he was, at how strong he was—envy and hatred washing through him when thinking that (Y/N) might've liked Tengen more than him. "Why the hell are you getting in my way, Hashira? What a face you have... such good skin too..." Gyutaro could feel his frustration building as he lifted a hand and began to scratch at his temple, blood leaking from the marks he was making as he continued, "I like your build, too. I can't gain weight no matter what I try. You're tall, too! I can see you're well over six feet! You must get tons of attention from the ladies, don't you? You must've gotten a ton of attention from, (Y/N), huh!? I envy you... I envy you! Would you mind just dropping dead!? Die in the most agonizing way, will you!?"

"Well, yeah," Tengen replied in a nonchalant sort of way with his swords drawn out in front of him. "I'm a flashy, glamorous ladies' man, so that's a no-brainer. And I even have three wives, no less. I'm still trying to convince (Y/N) to become my fourth one, though, so I'm going to have to take her."

Gyutaro stared at him for a moment.

He couldn't believe it.

His scratching became almost fervent as he hoarsely yelled, "Did you just say you had three wives!? And you're still being greedy by wanting more!? Wanting (Y/N)!? Are you kidding me!?" His nails slashed through his eye as he growled out in frustration, his expression contorting in fury as he continued, trembling, "That's unforgivable! That's unforgivable! That's unforgivable!"