𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

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𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬 」
𝐁 𝐑 𝐀 𝐍 𝐃 𝐈 𝐒 𝐇

꧁꧂

    "Mohawk over here said you two were brothers..." (Y/N) stepped in front of Genya so he was shielded from Sanemi's view, the mere action making the Wind Hashira's anger triple in intensity. "...but with how you talk to him, I don't fucking believe it."

    "(Y-(Y/N)-san..." Genya trailed off, his heart fluttering due to how she stood up for him.

    But he still felt uneasy.

    No matter what, Sanemi was his brother, and he loved him however he treated him.

    "Hah?" Sanemi's lips split into a sneer that highlighted the pure fury in his eyes. "What are you talking about? I don't have no fucking brother. Why the hell are you even sticking up for this shitty brat? The hell are you doing going against me?" His hand shot out and grabbed (Y/N)'s neck so that he was able to pull her away from Genya and towards him, their noses inches from touching as he spat out quite venomously, "Do that again and I promise I'll make his life even worse than it is now. Why are you even thinking about him, huh? My mind is only filled with you... so let's make it so that your mind is only filled with me, as well."

    (Y/N) wasn't listening, though.

    All she was focused on was the enticing smell of his marechi blood, its effects on her finally showing because she was so close to him. He seemed to notice such a thing as well, a smirk now drawing itself across his features when seeing the hints of drool at the corners of her mouth. Such a sight was degrading, desperate, and oh, so pleasurable to watch. Because (Y/N) was such a proud and strong individual, to watch her crumble because of him gave Sanemi a twisted sense of glee that he could not deny as it curled around his heart.

    "Go on..." he murmured as he turned his head to the side and moved the cloth of his uniform over to reveal his shoulder and a still bloodied wound. "...bite me. Doesn't my blood smell enticing? No need to hold back now... you know you want it. So go on: bite me."

    "Stop it!" Tanjiro cried out, his eyes widening as his mind took him back to the Hashira meeting where Sanemi taunted Nezuko just the same.

    "(Y/N) is a demon now," Sanemi laughed wickedly as he stared into (Y/N)'s eyes, watching the desire flickering in her gaze. "This is a demon's true nature. No matter how hard she tries to do good... no matter how much she denies that it isn't true... no matter how much she despises herself... she can't change that fact. Maybe because it's her that I don't mind such a thing, but every time I'm reminded that she's a fucking demon... it makes me wonder what's changed?"