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• Requested by @Mingan_369 • Rengoku Kyoujurou X Reader • Female reader • Angst • No manga spoilers • 3rd POV
—TW: slight mentions of suicidal thoughts.
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The saying goes, all is fair in love and war. But that's bullshit, there's no such thing as fairness in this world. Every step anybody takes in this world is completely driven by sheer luck and emotion. All men are not born equal.
Rengoku Kyojuro fought sleep as he walked back to his house, the man's excitement to see his 'wife' was the only thing that fueled him to keep his tired legs moving. (Y/N) wasn't exactly Kyojuro's wife yet, since she hasn't admitted any romantic feelings back towards him since she had confessed. But Kyojuro isn't angry or impatient at all, (Y/N) was a shy girl and has trouble communicating, and he was more than happy to wait for her answer even if it's not the one he had hoped for. Even if she declines his advances he'd respect her boundaries and leave her be. That wouldn't stop his teasing though! The sun had set when he arrived at the little village, and the atmosphere of the little town helped his nerves ease. Kyojuro made his way when a sickening feeling pounded in the pit of his stomach.
A demon.
Kyojuro had just finished 5 different missions back to back, even as a Hashira he was still worn out. He'd be able to defeat it with ease as long it wasn't an upper moon, but the feeling in his gut got even more toxic. What if the demon got a hold of (Y/N)? Or one of her family members? His suspicions pointed to be correct as his instinct led him to the entrance of (Y/N)'s home, the home Kyojuro desperately wanted to return to.
The front door was locked, but the engawa was open, he mumbled a small, "Pardon the intrusion." Before entering with his shoes on.
The home was quiet, and Kyojuro's smile remained wiped off his face as fear and worry plagued him. He almost thought of calling out her name, but that might be too dangerous if the demon might be holding (Y/N) hostage. A terrible feeling had hit Kyojuro, what if she was already dead?
He sped around the home, going through room by room. His race of emotions clouded his instincts, he couldn't sense the demon as he should've been able too. He felt his heart stop when he saw smeared blood over the tatami mats of one of the rooms, his mind only began to race more and more at that point. Kyojuro's courtesy completely ceased, he began kicking down doors and running through the hallways. His mind was focused on one thing.
Find her, find (Y/N).
Kyojuro's movements stopped completely when he heard soft whimpering, his foot met the sliding door kicking it down instantly while his right left hand held the handguard of his sword. He was met with the poor pathetic (Y/N) crumpled up in a small pathetic ball shaking, but Kyojuro still felt unnerved instead of relieved. (Y/N) was somehow bigger, as if she'd hit some kind of growth spurt why he was away. Kyojuro got on his knees to console the poor girl, but as soon as his hand reached her back his entire body seemed to fight against it.
It screamed out, "Danger!"
Before he could process the signals his body sent him, (Y/N) was already on top of him. Claws digging into Kyojuro's shoulders, the only reason she hadn't bit him yet was the hand around her through. Restricting all air flow coming from the girl, she choked and she struggled against his intense grip. Veins visible on her forehead as her eyes were bloodshot, the girl's saliva spilling on the slayer's uniform.
A war between his body and brain started internally inside him as memories of her sweet smile filled him. (Y/N)'s cute face when she got flustered, or the charms she'd make him before he'd leave for long missions. His mind was the only thing in the way from him drawing his sword, his hand shook around his sheath as he battled against his morals.
His chest hurt, his heart felt strained. Unintentional sobs escaped his lips, he almost wanted to bite his lip. The crying weakened his grip on (Y/N)'s neck, giving her more room to move as she broke free from his grip and dashing back and forth around the room. Kyojuro remained almost motionless on the floor, gritting his teeth as he slowly unsheathed his sword.
He's sorry.
So, so sorry.
If only he got here earlier she wouldn't have suffered.
In quick movements he sliced the neck of (Y/N), her body trembling before falling to the ground. There wasn't anything left of her, no bones to bury, no remains. Even the ash faded away. All Kyojuro could think to do was smell the kimono that was left behind, and inhale her presence. He couldn't seem to cry, or sob, just scream in frustration at himself.
