Words Left Unsaid (Rengoku Kyojuro X Reader)

Chapter 2: To be more like you

Blood painted the street, a gas lamp's flame flickering on one of the walls illuminated the carnage. But could it really be called carnage if all those arms and legs came from one single body? A demon was standing in the mids of it all, desperately trying to make his arm grow back for what felt like the 100th time as he watched the demon slayer approaching with slow but all the more terrifying steps. How did it come to this? He was Lower Six of the Twelve Kizuki, he had the number to prove it! How come he was trembling in fear as a little girl, just a child, made her way towards him!?

She looked like something out of a nightmare to him. Drenched in blood that all came from his body, only one single scratch on her soft cheek, still chubby with remains of baby fat. She couldn't be more than 15 years old! And yet, her burning (E/C) eyes were stabbing into him like the coldest of blades, nailing his feet to the ground. And, unlike when this fight started, it horrified him. How could a kid have eyes this cold and unforgiving? He watched her hand on the hilt of a nichirin sword, cold and painful, always cutting, cutting, cutting!

When she first arrived, he tried attacking but only lost limbs before even noticing she moved from her spot. It was only barely that he managed to avoid getting his neck sliced when she attacked again. He couldn't turn his back and run, that would mean death. One look away and the girl would move at the speed of lightning and finish him off. He could only observe her closely and try to avoid the fatal blows, still getting cut and slashed in the process. Damn it, she didn't even give him enough time to use his Blood demon art! It was such a bad matchup, if only he could make her slow down, stay still for a few seconds! His fighting style was heavy but strong and this tiny creature was so quick and agile that he couldn't hope for enough time to land a hit.

It has been going on for forever. And now, she was closing in slowly and he knew that every step she took was one step closer to his death. If he moved to try and attack, she'd used that momentary distraction, loss of focus on her figure, to decapitate him before he'd notice. There was no escape from her blade, from the white lightning that followed her steps and made sparks dance on the surface of the pools of his blood.

She stopped and his body tensed up, anticipating the twitch of her feet before she attacked. He had to dodge, dodge and disappear from sight before she could turn around. But she just looked at him with those big (E/C) that softened just the tiniest bit and the corners of her mouth pulled into the tiniest of sympathetic frowns.

"I'm sorry. It's nothing personal."

"What-?"

Suddenly, the world moved. His head was tumbling to the ground and he could see his own body fall down, knees giving out under its weight. The girl was standing next to it. He didn't see her move at all. She couldn't have! There was a slightly ticklish and prickly sensation on his skin, white and yellow sparks of electricity dancing on it like tiny flames.

With a delay, the sound of thunder rumbled and it felt as if it shook his very soul. So final, signaling that there was no changing what has already been done. Her sword guard clicked as she put her sword back into its sheath. A white shiny blade, like pearls, one that he wished didn't exist.

Was this really it? It couldn't be. He didn't even see her move. She was so little. Supposed to be so weak! He was a member of the Twelve Kizuki, he couldn't just die a pitiful death like this! He didn't even eat that many people yet! He could still be of so much use to master Muzan if only she never came along!

"You little bitch, how dare you?! How dare you-"

He was once again interrupted by the girl crouching in front of him and looking at his slowly disintegrating head with a semblance of quiet pity but also void of even an ounce of mercy for him.