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 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ⎡ 𝑽𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆 ⎦
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(Y/N) stared at the one now known as Muichiro, her mind clicking with the realization that he was known as the Mist Hashira. However, as to why he couldn't remember her, she didn't know, her brows furrowing in confusion.
"We met before during a Hashira meeting," she explained. "That's all."
"Oh..." Muichiro muttered.
The two stared at each other for several seconds after that, the awkward silence permeated with a tensity crackling within the air. (Y/N) honestly wasn't sure what to do, wondering if she should help the boy or if doing so would just be getting in her way. Thankfully, she didn't have to contemplate for long, for soon her attention was turned towards the crunching of footsteps approaching her and Muichiro.
"There you are, Tokito-sama!" A Kakushi exclaimed in relief—a female, by the looks and sound of it, whilst a male counterpart jogged beside her. "Please don't wander off again!" She then noticed (Y/N), exclaiming, "Hello to you as well, (L/N)-sama! We will be escorting you and Tokito-sama to the Sword Smith's Village!"
"Understood," (Y/N) nodded.
"Hm," Muichiro merely hummed.
She glanced at him.
He seems... apathetic.
But...
Feeling her nose twitch, she stared deeper into his light eyes, finding nothing but lack of care for anything and everything.
There's no animosity.
I sense rage, much like Shinobu-san, so something happened, but... what?
"Now, please put these on, (L/N)-sama, Tokito-sama," the female Kakushi stated as she held out blindfolds and ear plugs. "It is to ensure the safety of the Sword Smith's village location, so please bear with us."
Muichiro and (Y/N) did as they were asked, and after (Y/N) was guided into a box—much like Tanjiro's—to ensure her safety, they were off on the backs of the Kakushi. The journey was long, and after a while, they were handed off to another Kakushi, and then another, and so forth until they reached the hidden village. Finally, the ear plugs and blind folds were removed, and she was greeted with a beautiful village tucked away in the nook of a mountain pass, several villagers wearing traditional Hyottoko masks passing her and Muichiro by.
"The masks...?" (Y/N) started.
"To protect their identities," the Kakushi explained. "Now, first things first, please turn left at the end of the street, and you'll find the chief's home. He'll be expecting you."
