Stories I will likely never continue, multi-fandom, some x readers, some oc inserts, just random writing I found in my google documents. Don't take this seriously, these are supper old and I'll be adding the most random, unfinished, pieces of writin...
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You grimaced, a scowl etched into your resting face as your body stung. You sensed three beings next to you. Why the hell were there people around your sleeping body?
"Tomioka-san, this is why nobody likes you." you'd heard Shinobu coo mockingly.
"People like me." Giyuu's monotone voice had rebutted, holding unwarranted confidence in his tone.
"MHMMM! Hm-Hm." another had sassed, their voice muffled.
"That's quite rude Rengoku-san." Shinobu deadpanned, noticing you stir in your supposed sleep. You lazily pried open your eyes, your gaze slowly settling on Shinobu who leaned over you. "Ah, hello (l/n)-san. You've been asleep for quite awhile!" she chirped, her smile looking frustrated. Oh, she was mad.
To be frank, you'd somehow managed to become an older brother-like figure to the woman, having bonded through her deceased sister. "Shinobu, what'd I say about referring to me by family name?" you huffed, glaring in Giyuu's direction only to freeze in shock.
Kyojuro was the size of a child, his mouth covered by a piece of bamboo that'd been painted red. The blonde had been shoved into a red kimono, a yellow haori thrown over him. He was chilling on the Water Hashira's lap. You gawked at Giyuu and Kyojuro in disbelief.
"Tomioka. You have until the count of three to get your ass out of here you perverted asshole." you'd growled, sitting up. You were aware of the male's craftsmanship and strange hobby of carving out bamboo, so you knew he was the one who'd given Kyojuro a bamboo muzzle. Forget questioning why Kyojuro was left alive by the others, you were gonna kill that little kinky fucker.
Giyuu abruptly stood, aware that you were ready to murder him, and ran, leaving Kyojuro on the stool next to you. You'd already come to the realization that you were emitted to the butterfly estate when you saw Shinobu. You sighed, facing Shinobu. "Explain. Now." you'd demanded.
The female huffed, crossing her arms. "Well, Oyakata-sama informed us of what'd happened. Rengoku-san has been turned into a demon, his willpower being enough to refrain from eating humans. Tomioka-san gave Rengoku-san the bamboo muzzle to remind him to not eat humans. After I was given permission, I conducted several experiments on Rengoku-san."
You narrowed your eyes, "What kind of experiments?"
"Well, they were more like tests. I had to get Shinazugawa-san's help. He threw a fit and had to be held down in order for me to extract his blood. You're aware of his special Marechi type blood, correct?" Shinobu hinted, walking over to tiny Kyojuro. "We've also discovered Rengoku-san has the ability to change his size. I've theorized that he's shrunk to the size of a child in order to conserve energy."
You blinked, taking in the information that'd been dumped on you. "How long-"
"Four months." Shinobu interrupted curtly, glaring at you. "You've been asleep for a total of four months. Your injuries were very severe."
Kyojuro hopped off his stool, waddling over to your futon and climbing onto it. "Hello Kyojuro." you greeted, smiling as he set himself in your lap and snuggled into your torso.
"Oh, By the way, Rengoku-san's your problem now. Master's orders." Shinobu informed, quickly leaving the room.
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◄𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐩►
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You smoothed out your haori, adjusting it to fit more comfortably as Kyojuro sat in the corner of the room, staring at you intently. You then let out a baited sigh, knowing what was to come. You don't know when it happened, but you'd somehow broken your nichirin katana. Your swordsmith would kill you. You sniffled, fearing who you were about to allow into your estate.
Slowly peeking open the front door, you prayed that your swordsmith hadn't arrived yet, wanting to flee before your demise. Luck wasn't on your side as your swordsmith stood in front of you, holding a large stick and a knife. You jolted before slamming the shoji closed in his face, scampering back to the corner of the room where Kyojuro sat. "I'm not ready to die yet!!" you'd sobbed, clinging to your demon friend.
The shoji slammed open, nearly breaking as the angry male stomped into your estate, waving around his knife threateningly. Kyojuro grew back to his normal size, pulling you into his chest and growling at the intruder. The swordsmith ignored the blonde, grabbing you by the haori and attempting to pull you away, wishing to end your life-span.
"Kyojuro!! Save me!!!" you screeched, tears running down your face. Kyojuro allowed his bamboo muzzle to fall, hanging off his neck as he stood.
"Let (y/n) go!!" he'd exclaimed, wearing his usual smile he used to adorn when human, his fangs poking out from his lips slightly. Akemi, your swordsmith, glowered at Kyojuro, flipping him off. Kyojuro froze in shock, offended. In that moment, you were dragged away while screaming.
