Misplaced [KHR x KnY]

Misplaced

Coughing while waving the fog off, the ravenette found himself in a rather unfamiliar place. "Whoa, where's this?" He can't help but to voice out his amusement. "Is this another game?" He silently laughs to himself as he starts looking around the dark forest.

As seconds passed, he can feel the eerie and odd feeling. He narrows his eyes as he grips on his sword he had hanging on his waist. 'This is certainly not Namimori.. Where could this be?' He silently thought.

Hearing fast footsteps coming towards him, he swiftly pulled his sword in his stance, "Shigure Souen Ryuu.." He mumble out, "8th Form : Shinotsuku Ame!" He charges towards where the other person's footsteps were coming from, and slash it in a cross style.

Being the kind hearted one, he made sure it doesn't hit that person deep and used his back of the sword. "Gwah!" That person yelps as he was repelled backwards.

Yamamoto then pushes him down to pin him. "Who are you?" He asks as the clouds starts moving to light up and reveal that other person's face.

What he didn't expect is that the person has a mean looking face, hissing, showing his sharp teeths as his mouth waters, veins starts showing as he became stronger and attempts to throw Yamamoto off.

"..what the..?" Yamamoto voice out, confused. 'A vampire..? Wait no, aren't they imaginary-'

The weird creature sharpen his nails and it dug inside Yamamoto's hand, making the ravenette off guard and jumps back. Not waiting for anything, the creature jumps towards Yamamoto.

"You're not a demon slayer.." The creature voice out, smirking. "AHAHAHA! You'll be my feast!" He exclaim loudly, somehow proud and happy.

'Demon slayer-!?' He used his swords to deflect the creature's nails that were reaching for him. 'Then, he's a demon?' He prepares for a counteratack, "Shigure Souen Ryuu, 7th Form : Shibuki Ame!" He spins his sword, creating a whirlwind shield. "1st Form : Shajiku no Ame." His rain flames coated his sword as he thrusts towards the creature.

The creature, hisses and cursed at Yamamoto, acting wilder as his confident disappears and became afraid of something. "Dammit! Damn you!" He yelled out, looking behind, before once again targetting Yamamoto, swinging his hand to slash Yamamoto, but successfully covered by Yamamoto's sword.

Not long after, the both of them heard rustles and the creature attempts to run away. "Breath of Water, 8th Form : Waterfall Basin." Yamamoto sees a shadow jumping and cut the running away creature vertically as he whistled at that person's swordmanship.

After the creature got slashed, it screams and dissipates to dusts making Yamamoto jaw dropped. "Whoa! What was that!?" He shouted right away, moving closers to the other swordman. "He disappeared! And you! Your style! What was that? It's like whoosh and then bam-"

The person who was supposed to be complimented look at Yamamoto with his straight face. "You're not part of a demon slayer." He told as he observes Yamamoto. "That's not a nichirin blade.."

"Right right, what's that demon slayer? What was that creature?" Yamamoto asks curiously, "And what's a nichirin blade?!"

The other man, has unruly black hair of uneven lengths that sticks up in tufts around his head, which he tied back in a low ponytail at the base of his neck, bangs fall over his eyes in an uneven fringe. Eyes sharp and thin, with irises colored deep sapphire that fades to a lighter blue and their pupils a bluish-black, and are framed by thin eyebrows. Wearing a haori that's split down the middle into two different patterns: the right one a solid pink-red and the left one geometrically patterned with squares of green, orange, and yellow, looks at him ridiculously. "A demon slayer is a title for those who slays a demon," He explains as a matter of fact.