My jaw was left open. Half of my arm, lying on the wood floor. But for some reason, I did not feel pain. Silence went on for a few seconds, but eventually, the half on the floor started to disintegrate.
I held onto what was left of my arm as all three of us watched the last piece of my hand disappear. I started to feel a boil in my blood. How could this happen? I am human. I am human. Right?
"..woah.. it.. it actually worked!!" Gnim started jumping up and down with joy. Nobody was sure why.
I let go of my arm that was still spewing trickles of blood.
"Oh right!!! I guess nobody told you, I could tell by your face. I turned you into a demon! Isn't that great! I didn't want to fight you so I've been easy on you," he laughed, putting an arm around my shoulder.
"D-demon..?" I looked at him with confusion.
"Woww, those humans man. They're so cruel! They didn't even tell you? Oh I turned your husband into one too!"
I couldn't think. What was there to even think about? Why didn't they tell me? How come I didn't feel a change..? Questions filled my head but I knew one thing. I am a demon slayer and it was my duty to fight until my death. I grabbed my sword with the hand I had left.
"(Y/N), stop." Giyuu said.
I looked him in the eyes, despair filled. He was probably thinking, 'I have to kill her right..?'
I picked up the remains of my sleeve on the floor. Stuffing it into a pocket, I swung my sword towards Gnim. I finally felt like I had a purpose; a motive. My job was to kill Gnim before I die.
The energy took over my body. I was jumping off walls aiming at Gnim's neck. None of my attacks were working. Oh how handy would it be to own a Blood Demon Art..
Giyuu kept trying to stop me but eventually gave up. Instead, he joined me.
'Eighth Form: Waterfall Basin'
I only got the top of his head. He regenerated in seconds anyway. I was getting annoyed and angry. What are his limits?
A thought joined my head. I didn't want to think about it but it could be the only way I could defeat him.
As we continued throwing out attacks, more and more of Gnim's scissors and daggers entered my arms and body. As if it was gonna do anything. I aimed for his arm, just his arm is enough. I hope.
Giyuu saw through me. He gave me a 'seriously?!' face. I smiled at him, it was the only way. Giyuu was able to cut off Gnim's arm, he regenerated it obviously. I caught it in my mouth and took a bite. It was horrible, the taste of blood and skin was morbid. I thought demons enjoyed this? Am I full demon or not..?
My heart began to beat faster and faster. My eyes turned red and my teeth became sharp. The adrenaline was instantly kicked in. Dropping my sword I ran towards him. I did not expect to become this powerful with just one bite. How strong was Gnim really?
Gnim's face became distorted, the disgust in his eyes, of his own kind. But I could see the kind soul hidden inside. He was not happy, his heart was broken and his soul was crushed. I almost had a bit of hesitation.
I reached for his head, bringing it into my chest. I looked at Giyuu, gesturing him to slice Gnim off.
Giyuu dashed towards Gnim while he was struggling in my arms.
'Fifth Form: Blessed Rain After the Drought'
My eyes widened. Did he know that I had sympathy for Gnim..?
His head slowly hit the ground, his body still in my arms. His face looked scared, almost a fear of death. Tears filled his eyes but he smiled at me. At first I was still in shock, but I gave him a reassuring smile. I grew attached to his feelings, his heart was too soft. He had a mentality of a kid, I really liked that about him.
The last bit of his body disintegrated while I fell to the ground, loosing conciseness, Giyuu catching me in his arms.
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hi guys so im sorry i grew attached to gnim too so ya um.... i love him. <3
ill give more giyuu fan stuff next chapter im sorry T-T
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❀ Flower Shop ☾ - Tomioka Giyuu
FanfictionWhat did it feel like to be loved? Red flowers represent feelings of true love. Tomioka Giyuu didn't know what it felt like to love and to be loved, but the time spent with you was when he felt like a true red flower.