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 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 ⎡ 𝑰𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 ⎦
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"You seem so mad that I was planning to mass produce this product, perhaps you were jealous!?" Gyokko simpered towards (Y/N) with a sneer, the hands along his back twitching. "How pathetic!"
Her lips curled downwards.
"Hey," Muichiro called, drawing Gyokko's attention to find him with his sword angled in front of him to cut him down. "Cut it out, fuckface. (Y/N) is far more superior than you."
With that, he lunged forward, swinging his sword horizontally at Gyokko's neck to cut it. Unfortunately, Gyokko outmaneuvered the attack by disappearing into his pot and reappearing into another situated on the roof. (Y/N) jumped upwards to swipe at him, only for him to disappeared once again. Gritting her teeth, she instead just destroyed the pot, wanting to unleash her anger out on something.
"MY POT!" Gyokko screamed, the tiny hands growing from his back curling into fists. "How dare you!? First a Hashira that's more muscle than brain, and now you uncultured swine of a demon! No! I can't even call you a demon, you traitor! Let's just see you freeze from my superior techniques!"
Pulling out another pot from seemingly nowhere, Gyokko grinned maniacally when a multitude of fish floated from the dark opening. (Y/N)'s eyes glowed a fiercer white when noticing their cheeks puffing outward, projecting herself forward before swiping her arm out and letting a shock of white light knock the needles the fish shot from their mouths away. The two sword smith's ran at that, needing no more prompt.
"Hyo, Hyo, Hyo!" Gyokko laughed in amusement. "I'm surprised you were able to defend against that. Though... I'm not surprised that you couldn't dodge, Hashira. You look really funny with all those needles sticking out from you."
(Y/N) whipped her head towards Muichiro, finding him indeed to look like a pin cushion.
"Your limbs have already gone numb from poison, which is truly comical," he tutted, looking at Muichiro as if he were pitiful. "You're going to lose your life in a worthless place like this all because of some other worthless lives. But, you're a pillar, so I should prepare something nice. Now what kind of piece should I make? I'm practically tingling with excitement!"
Dodging both Muichiro's and (Y/N)'s attacks, he pulled out a pot with a water-like design that he used to trap Muichiro in a water vase.
"Suffocation is quite chic," Gyokko crooned. "Quite beautiful. Then again, having the cold sensation of a sword running through your neck is quite nice too."
