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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 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀 𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑬 」 𝐑 𝐄 𝐓 𝐔 𝐑 𝐍
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(Y/N) ran as fast as she could away from where Gyomei and Mitsuri were engaging in battle with Muzan, he screaming after her that she would never be able to escape him since it was already clear that she was his. When hearing such things, her teeth ground so hard she swore they could have cracked from how furious she was, having known that if she had stayed with him any longer, he surely would have corrupted her until his words were true.
But she wouldn't allow that.
She couldn't.
However, what she didn't realize was that as much as Muzan tried to slip away from the Demon Slayers' grasp, he couldn't, having instead called in reinforcements of his own.
(Y/N) stopped abruptly.
There, standing merely a few feet away from her, stood Gyutaro, his kamas clutched in his hands. The curve of the blades glinted in the light of the moon, a clear threat to her that he would use them if she forced him to. However, she could also sense hesitance within him, having grown closer to her in the weeks that she had been held hostage in the Infinity Fortress.
"Gyutaro..." her eyes narrowed, muscles tensing. "...the fuck are you doing here?"
"I'm here to take you back," he rasped out, his yellow eyes flashing with an emotion that made it clear that he wanted such a thing just as much as the master that commanded him so.
"If you touch me, I will slaughter your ass."
"I cannot allow you to go back," Gyutaro said as he raised his hand and started to scratch at his skin in an agitated manner, red streaks of blood being produced from the deep grooves that he carved into his chest, but not even a second later, the wounds healing until he repeated the process. "I'm so envious of the Demon Slayer Corps. To think that they have such a good relationship with you... to think that they can have your affections... it's aggravating... it's aggravating... I despise such a thing."
"And?" She scowled, unsheathing her katana of flesh and holding it out in front of her, ready to strike. "What're you gonna do about it?"
Gyutaro didn't answer, instead crouching down before launching himself at her, his arm extended backward with his kama ready to slice through her head. Unfortunately, she didn't give him the chance to, instead sidestepping and bending backward to avoid the attack, not even a second later she readjusting her footing to kick him square in the jaw and send him flying. As his body ground into the dirt, he leapt back up again, his sharp teeth clenched in irritation with agitation flying across his expression from the situation at hand.
