Tsugikuni [Name] (Yoriichi X fem!reader )

* Chapter 3 *

Hundreds of years had passed, [Name] still missed Yoriichi dearly. Each night, he haunted her dreams, smiling softly at her, and through the sight filled her heart with longing, it soon twisted into sorrow. She began to dread to sleep, according it whenever possible. Being a demon, she didn't need rest, but on the rare occasions she did sleep, she would wake up with tears tracing down her cheeks, mourning the memory of his face.

Her swords were her only companions. In her right hand, she wielded her own blade, and in her left, Yoriichi's. She would parry attack is with her own and strike down demons with Yoriichi's, almost as if they were fighting together. But overtime, loneliness weighed onto her heart heavily. She began contemplating her existence, wondering if the afterlife could reunite her with him. The allure of peace with him seemed to overshadow any fear of death.

One morning, after waking from another sorrowful dream, she inhaled deeply, looking out at the sunlight beyond her door, the Wisteria trees surrounding the home. Yoriichi's voice, soft and distant, whispered, "Don't do this..keep fighting." Tears stung her eyes as she whispered weakly, "I cannot do this without you..centuries have passed and I still can't." She rose slowly; rescinded to end her suffering, and she stepped outside, feeling the warmth of the sun touch her skin. 

Expecting to feel the burning ache on her skin, she felt..nothing? Opening her eyes, she silently gasped, marveling at the sunlight on her skin, something she hasn't felt in centuries. Ecstatic; she ran around basking in its worth, for a brief moment, she glanced back at her home and saw it as it once was, vibrant with blooming wisteria, as though time had rewound itself. She saw Yoriichi's figure standing in the doorway, smiling, her heart immediately skipped a beat, she ran over and appeared at the spot he once was in a second. However when she arrived the vision dissolved. Her home returned to its ruined state, the threes withered and dead, she closed her eyes slowly feeling the longing emotions approach again. She grabbed the swords on the ground and clenched them, determined to leave her lonely life behind and help those in need.

In her travels, [Name] grew hungry. She had once promised Yoriichi that she would never harm a human, and desire her demonic nature, she found herself untouched by cravings. She wandered through a quiet village when she accidentally bumped into a man with black shoulder length hair and a purple birthmark across his face. Startled, she quickly bowed in apology, "I'm very sorry, sir. Please forgive me."

The man gently patted her head, surprising her. She hasn't felt any physical contact and affection in so long, not since...Yoriichi. His voice was soothing as he asked, "You're a demon..yet you harm no one?"

[Name] softly smiled, "I promised a loved one that I would protect humans and only slay demons.." The man nodded, his calm demeanor bringing her a sense of comfort.

"Forgive my rudeness, I am Tsugikuni [Name]," she introduced herself. The familiar last name brought a kind smile to his face, "Ubuyashiki Kagaya. You may call me Oyakata-sama."

The name sparked a faint recognition, but bae couldn't place it. He gestured for her to follow, and she walked alongside him, moving two young girls trialing him, perhaps his daughters. As they walked, he asked gently, "If i may ask, how long have you been a demon?"

"Oh..around five hundred years," she replied thoughtfully. He nodded, "Tsugikuni? Are you perhaps..a relative or wife of the first demon slayer, Yoriichi?"

"Yes," she says, her voice soft with pride, "I am his wife, and in my heart, i always will be."

Oyakata-sama listened as she shared her story of almost defeating Muzan alongside Yoriichi and how she cherished Yoriichi's sword deeply as a reminder of him. He asked questions to understand her fully, his gentle interest made her feel seen for the first time in centuries. When he finally asked, "Would you help us defeat Kibutsuji and his demons, [Name]?" she didn't hesitate to answer."

"Yes. With all my strength, Oyakata-sama," she promised, her smile brightening. "Thank you, [Namw]. I sense you carry great skill. It would be a waste to start you from the beginning," he said thoughtfully, "I'd like to place you with our highest rank in the Demon Slayer Corps.". She glanced at him, "Whenever you need me, I'll be there," she replied with unwavering loyalty.

Later, Oyakata-sama gathered the Hashira, his nine strongest slayers, for a sudden meeting. Standing before them, he addressed them with warmth, "My children, we have a new ally joining us today. Please welcome her."!

[Name] stepped forward, introducing herself simply, "I am Tsugikuni [Name], I am a dem-" but before she could finished a white-haired man, scarred and intense, immediately drew his sword, followed by the other Hashira, "A demon?!"

"Lower your swords," Oyakata-sama commanded gently, "She means no harm. She has healed part of my curse and fought Muzan long ago.".

The Hashira looked at her in astonishment, the white-haired man slow again, skepticism clear
in his voice, "This woman? Alone?"

"Did you fight Kibutsuji?" another Hashira asked,  ably with turquoise hair.

"I did," she replied confidently. Yoriichi had often teased her about her lack of social skills, despite him having some as well, but she was determined to face these strangers without hesitation.

One by one, the Hashira introduced themselves: Obanai, Shinazugawa, Gyomei, Kocho, Tokito, Kanroji, Uzui, and Tomioka.

[Name] nodded respectfully, "I am honored to fight alongside you all. I vow to help end Muzan, even if it costs me my own life. I won't let a single of you fail. He took everything from me as I'm sure he did the same to you. I won't allow him to take more."

The Hashira observed her, and though they were wary, they felt a glimmer of hope. She was a rare ally—one who knew Kibutsuji's strength firsthand, who had survived centuries, and who wieled the original breathing technique.

As Oyakata-sama dismissed the letting, [Name] glanced at the boy with turquoise hair, Tokito Muichiro. His distant gaze finally met hers, and her heart stilled, a faint memory stirring within her. She watched as he glanced away turning around to leave, and without a second thought, she followed behind.

Made: Dec 20, 2020
Edited: Jan 28, 2023
Edited: Nov 11, 2024