残酷な意図 | 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ━
( yandere kny x fem! reader )
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a low-ranking demon of questionable origins captures the attention of the most powerful beings in Japan all the while trying to find her brother who...
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 ⎡ 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒇 ⎦
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The wind tangled (Y/N)'s hair as she sat down in the more secluded area of the Ubuyashiki estate's garden, the moon once again looking down at her with no longer a sneer or a grimace, but rather almost of a fond countenance that she was becoming used to seeing. The white light bathed her skin in a heavenly glow, casting a shine that illuminated her complexion tenfold. If one had merely taken a glance at her, they would've assumed she were a beautiful apparition haunting these lonesome gardens.
Truly, it was a sight to behold.
There was such deep melancholy to (Y/N)'s eyes, her stare unfocused as if reminiscing in the past.
It was all Obanai could see.
And, it startled him.
He tried to recognize her as a demon, but just like before, he found that he couldn't, for all he could see was the woman before him drowning in her own tempo of emotions as deep as the thrashing sea. He had merely found himself in Kagaya's gardens as a way to relieve the anger that had built within him upon completing a mission and reporting it, his hatred for demons as clear burning as the summer sun. Yet, as soon as his gaze crested over (Y/N), all vile emotions simmered into a mist that soon dissipated.
It was a marvel, one that he hadn't experienced in his time fighting against demons.
Hatred couldn't so easily diminish.
Not that quickly.
So, how?
How did one look at her cease his aggravation?
He wanted to feel his anger rise and his blood boil from seeing her for what she was, her very existence a betrayal to the entirety of the Demon Slayer Corps and what it stood for. However, he recalled that night when he and Sanemi had found her, where she lamented over her lost life and the hatred of herself for being robbed of it. She was but another lost soul struggling to find her placement in a world which only served her despair and anguish.
He could relate to that.
Truly, he could.
Two halves fought over the realization—one rejected the notion while the other yearned to find acceptance and peace with her.
Instead of allowing himself to think any more of the topic which would only serve to spin him around and around in circles, he turned on his heel to walk away from her. Unfortunately, his previous idea of leaving without rousing her attention quickly fled as soon as his foot connected with a stray branch that cracked underneath his weight, the sound immediately alerting (Y/N) to a presence not her own.
