[DISCONTINUED] The Art of Destruction || A Kimetsu No Yaiba x (F)Reader Story

Chapter 8

Previously!

Two memories filled with emotions had entered his mind as he gazed at the wall. The first memory of his being, which was filled with rage and fear, almost slain by a demon slayer who too, wore hanafuda-like earrings. And the other one, filled with pleasure and joy, a demon slayer who he had injured severely; a demon slayer who you resembled greatly.

He stood there, in silence, before breaking it with a calm voice.

"The head of that boy will be mine," he stated in a matter of fact tone.

"And that girl," the memory of seeing you almost kill an officer with that smile of yours, "she will  be one of my demons."

On to Chapter 8!

After meeting the two new demons who you figured to be on your side, you escaped the crime scene with Tanjiro while the two demons took the converted human and injured woman. Walking back into the alleyway that fed into the dark pathway towards the udon stand, you and Tanjiro talked quietly talked about what had happened during the three weeks of you two being separated. "A swamp demon?" You asked in disbelief. "Yeah. There are demons who have a spell called "Blood Demon Art," and they have supernatural abilities." Tanjiro looked at the ground as he spoke, remembering that fight. 

You took notice in his frown and patted his back, making him jerk lightly as he gazed up at you. With half-lidded eyes, you gave a kind smile, "I don't know what you're pondering about, Tanjiro-kun. But what I do know," you let your hand fall to your side, itching to hold your friends hand again, "is that a frown on your face really doesn't suit you." You hoped your words would have helped the boy smile once more. He looked at you momentarily, his feet stopping in the dark. You looked back at him, concerned with what he was doing, "Tanjiro-kun? What's the matter?" Your voice soft. He stayed silent in the shade, making you grow more alarmed by the second. 

"Am-am I really that unattractive when I'm not smiling..." he finally whispered under his breath. The blood drained from your face once more as your bottom lip dropped, it was just like when you two were on the stairs at the selection, but your roles now switched. "E-eh?!" You said with confusion, going over to Tanjiro in the shade. "I-I didn't mean it like that Tanjiro-kun!" You yelled, not realizing how your voice was beginning to become louder. "It's just that I much prefer to see you smile instead of frowning! You look cuter when you smile!"A split second passed before you realized what you said. And like a twig snapping, you realized what had slipped from your tongue. 

'OH DEAR! OH DEAR! OH DEAR! OH DEAR! OH DEAR!'

You could feel your entire face beginning to burn as Tanjiro stared at you, bewildered. But as he stared, his own blush began to paint his cheeks. "Cute?" He questioned. You fumbled your words, not being able to communicate due to how embarrassed you were, "U-UH... W-W-Would you have preferred handsome?" Again, your tripped on your words. Now, you were spiraling down a hole of nervousness and bashfulness. 

'FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!'

Relentlessly smacking yourself in the head as you screamed internally, you concluded that you were not okay to continue speaking. Grabbing Tanjiro's hand roughly, not caring at this point, you began dragging the boy back to the udon stand. "E-eh?! (Y/N)san! W-What did you mean by that?!" You heard Tanjiro ask as you dragged him, his own words coated with his flustered tone. "Don't worry about it!" You yelled, trying to focus your mind on eating something rather than thinking about this awkward situation.