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 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ⎡ 𝑵𝒆𝒆𝒅 ⎦
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"Let me go!" Hotaru growled as he tried to escape from the clutches of his fellow sword smiths—also the ones who were the best medical officers in the village and had helped patched him up—whilst ignoring how they begged for him to stay still. "That demon took (Y/N)! Let me go!"
After the intense battles of Upper Moons Five and Four, the entire sword smith's village had to be moved so that more demons wouldn't attack it. Unfortunately, Hotaru was the only one against this idea.
"Le me go, dammit!" He continued to screech, the usual Hyottoko mask he wore splintered to pieces so he could no longer wear it, now waiting for a new one to be carved. "I need to find (Y/N) before those fucking demons do anything to her!"
"Why, Haganezuka-san!?" The other smiths cried out, continued to plead with him.
"'Cause I'm gonna marry her!"
"Seriously!?"
"Everyone, enough!" A rather tired voice sounded through the newly restructured medical wing, all heads turning to where Tecchin stood. "Hotaru, please stop causing trouble for Tekekawa and Joyute. You keep speaking of (Y/N) whom I allowed into this village by chance, and while we commend that you've finally found a woman, she is a demon. It is not to be. So please, you need to stop letting it interfere with your work!"
Hotaru bit back a reply that he knew would be offensive to his leader, wishing that he had the right to deny his claims. He had been furnishing Tanjiro's sword, and it wasn't finished when Tanjiro used it to slice off Upper Moon Four's, head. Even now, a few days later, it still wasn't finished since he was still recuperating from his wounds, his mind consumed with (Y/N).
It was a desperation he had never felt before, one he knew would swallow him whole.
"I will listen to your request," he practically forced out whilst he gave a low bow of his head, his tangled black hair shading the tense expression he donned. "But, I must ask that you stop calling me Hotaru."
"Denied!"
His eyebrow twitching, Hotaru shook his head before laying down much to the relief of Tekekawa and Joyute. He rested there for only one more night before he set to work finishing Tanjiro's sword, barely taking any breaks in hopes of delivering it soon so he could gather more information on what the situation with (Y/N) was. He knew she was valuable to the Corps, so surely they must be doing everything in their power to find a way to bring her back.
He willed himself to believe it.
He still remembered her face—her kind smile and eyes, along with her comforting words. He also remembered how she had protected him and the others from the demon that wished to erase their very existence.
