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 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝 ⎡ 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 ⎦
꧁꧂
Slowly, (Y/N)'s eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she saw was a grey sky painted in hues of light blue and purple to signal the rising of the sun. Her vision was blurry, but as it came into focus, noticed several worried faces peering down at her, some more obsessively than others. The next thing she noticed was the fire that burned all around her, crackling and shifting while smoke drifted up into the air as a menacing cloud.
"(Y/N)-san!" Tanjiro exclaimed in relief, tears streaming down his face in torrents from his large eyes. "You're okay!"
"You're okay..." Giyu panted softly.
"Oh, thank God," Tengen smiled, shifting a lock of her hair aside. "I can't lose you..."
"Neither can I," Obanai assented, shooting a sharp glare towards the Sound Hashira that didn't go unnoticed.
"Quickly!" Yushiro belted orders from where he was directing several Kakushi to administer medication to those wounded extensively. "Stop the bleeding and administer the anti-poison doses!" Jogging towards (Y/N) and kneeling down beside her with a syringe filled with a strange liquid, he murmured, "(Y/N)... I'm here. Don't worry. Tamayo-sama... she was finally able to do it—finally able to make a drug to turn demons back into humans. We did it. You and Kenji can finally lead normal lives."
(Y/N) stared up at Yushiro, and as she felt him placing the tip of the needle against her arm, began to cry, startling him.
"(Y-(Y/N)-san?" Tanjiro stuttered.
"What's wrong?" Giyu demanded almost hysterically, gripping her hand tighter.
"Yushiro..." she sobbed softly, her tears wetting the ash and dirt below. "Kenji-san is dead."
Yushiro's eyes widened.
Slowly, he took the syringe away from her arm as his expression crumpled with bitterness, unable to cope with the fact that someone else he loved was gone. He refused to cry, though, instead squeezing his fingers into fists so tightly that his sharpened nails cut into his palms and drew blood.
"What... are you doing?" Kyojuro breathed raggedly as he stumbled towards the group, a Kakushi trailing behind him in worry since, despite taking Tamayo's medication, he still needed to rest because of his wounds and how his body was still disposing of Gyutaro's poison. "Why are you hesitating? Give her the drug. It's almost sunrise. I can't lose her."
"Fucking get on with it," Sanemi growled from where he was kneeling, gripping his stitched wounds tightly.
"They're right," Tengen muttered, squeezing (Y/N)'s hand in desperation, ignoring the way blood was beginning to spot on his bandaged, severed arm. "You need to do it."
