[various!kny x reader]
For she is nothing but a weakling with a pretty face, often described as a mere walking 'doll' without a soul.
/Warning - might contain some dark themes/
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previously...
“Go to hell already,” you spoke as you sliced the remaining body of his to pieces. Now that he was only a glob of flesh, your blade cut through him like butter.
You sighed and gradually felt your irritation deplete. Finally, the source of your anger was gone. You looked back at Tanjiro, who was now speaking with Kyojuro. You immediately brightened up and ran up to them.
“Kyojuro-san!”
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The fiery man visibly brightened up at your words, completely abandoning the little lesson regarding how to stop the bleeding he was educating Tanjiro in. He grinned at you in an instant, rushing up to you and leaving the poor bleeding boy to sweat drop.
“[Name]-san, are you alright? No wounds or anything, right?” He asked seriously, his expression growing worried as he stared at your slightly torn uniform. You only shook your head silently, particularly curious as to why the man was worrying to the extent he'd abandon the poor bleeding boy in the back.
“I'm fine, but Tanjiro isn't—”
“Ah, right! The young Mizugichi, I'll tend to him right away!” He exclaimed, speaking in his loud and booming voice again as he walked back to him. This time, it was you who was left alone.
Looking around your surroundings, you all found yourselves near a pretty suspicious forest. It quite literally screamed danger. The souls of two hundred passengers were present, which you were sure could be a great lure for any demon nearby.
Thinking about it again, something was definitely wrong. The world seemed a little too... quiet, in a sense. Surely, you couldn't be wrong. Your throat was closing up and it was getting difficult to breathe. You felt a presence similar to Kokushibo's approaching you all at lightning speed.
Unsheathing your katana from its scabbard, you squeezed the blade's hilt tightly. This presence felt dangerous, and it was getting difficult to stand upright. In all honesty, even you were starting to feel nervous. Or were you perhaps... intimidated by the sheer strength this unfamiliar enigma seeped with?
Before you could move a step towards Rengoku however, the wind swept up, and you were met face-to-face with what undoubtedly was an upper moon. He stood inches away from you, staring at your slightly nervous, yet overall apathetic appearance in curiosity.
“You...” he spoke up, surprising you and making you jolt in shock. He had strange markings all over his body and face, as well as some strangely long pink eyelashes. He looked rather odd in your eyes.
“You're incredibly weak. You're lucky I don't eat women because right now, I'm feeling extremely repulsed,” he stated in a slightly mocking tone. Your eye twitched as your previous intimidation morphed into full-blown disgust. Just what was this shithead talking about? Did he think you would thank him for sparing you?
