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 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞 ⎡ 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 ⎦
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"Hey!" Hotaru shouted as he slammed open the door to Tecchin's home. "I demand to know which woman has recently entered this village! I must know! She—"
Immediately, all words died on his lips when he caught sight of (Y/N) kneeling on a zabuton opposite Tecchin, serving him a bowl of tea as they were chatting since she herself could not drink tea. His mind blanked at the sight of her again, clearly having not expected to see her so soon, nor so up close. If anything, she was even more striking now that he was only a few feet away, able to see so much more of her features that he hadn't before.
"There you are Hotaru!" Tecchin exclaimed in disbelief. "Where have you been!? I was worried sick! When will you learn to control your temper?"
Hotaru didn't answer him.
He couldn't.
He was far too enraptured in the mere presence of (Y/N), his eyes wide underneath his mask.
He felt almost hypnotized.
It was very unexpected.
Yet, he liked it nonetheless.
"You're... Hotaru-san?" (Y/N) questioned with a small tilt of her head, and to Hotaru, her voice was like the symphony of angels descending upon the Earth in a flourish of grandeur—it was a sound so pure he felt as if he could start crying right then and there. "You're the one who encountered my brother, aren't you?"
At that, Hotaru was finally snapped back into reality, for there was one thing he knew quite well about the demon he had seen after Tecchin had informed his sword smiths to keep an eye out: he had a sister, and she too was a demon. Jerking himself out of his haze, he suddenly took noticed of her sharpened fangs, her razor nails, and the dark, swirling mark that inked her shoulder. He almost couldn't believe how he had mistaken a demon for an angel, but no matter how he looked at her, all he could see was purity and kindness.
It was quite jarring.
"Please," (Y/N) murmured softly as she placed a hand to her chest, pleading with Hotaru. "Please tell me where you saw my brother. Tell me everything, I beg you."
Hotaru stared at her.
He couldn't understand it.
It was obvious that she was a demon, a dark creature of the night, yet that wasn't what he sensed from her in the least.
