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For a Kinoe ranked Demon Slayer, it was embarrassing how badly Y/N just got torn up from that damn demon.
I mean really, what sort of demon casually has a rake blood demon art?!
Her thoughts spun in a churning mix of anger and humiliation as the chilling river water ran around her in a freezing embrace. Smaller streams of red joined in the race of shimmering blue, fusing together like a sick sort of love.
Y/N was beginning to regret bathing in a random river in the middle of the night, now. While it felt terrific having the dried blood and clumped dirt freed from her skin, it was also uncomfortable having her limp locks of hair cling to her back like some sort of frozen lint to fabric.
She decided to try and finish her impromptu bath up quickly, so as to not catch some sort of ailment.
That was the plan, up until a loud snap ran through the eerily noiseless forest. Her head shot up at the disturbance, her eyes scanning the darkened greenery with the same vigilance as a doe caught at the end of a trigger.
She could just make out a human form at the edge of the wood line. Her eyes narrow as her hands subtly snake over her exposed indecency.
“Hey, what the hell do you think you’re looking at, creep?!” She shouts at the figure, her voice piercing the quiet like a bullet.
The figure, seemingly male in proportions, startles visibly, before shuffling in a slow circle.
He turned around.. but- that bastard!
“Don’t just turn around, bitch, get out of here!”
*~※~*
Akaza had found himself decidedly bored. It was a dull slice of moonlight, as he had fed the night before, and didn’t feel any urges to go hunting again. So, there he was, taking a brisk walk under the thick canopy of treetop.
Of course, nothing in Akaza’s life could be labeled as ‘peaceful,’ and so that’s when a smell hit his nose. The scent was so overwhelming, so delicious in its potency, that he stopped completely in his tracks. His nose shot out to follow the captivating smell, leading him towards a small clearing in the trees.
It was a woman. Damn. He can’t kill her… but that smell…
A marechi.
Gods above, she smelt divine. As if handcrafted by some higher power, some order of grace and perfection—
“Hey, what the hell do you think you’re looking at, creep?!”
The voice rang out so suddenly, it nearly hurt his ears. His gaze snapped over to the woman, her form completely nude.
He chose to ignore the heat rising in his cheeks at the realization of her current state, choosing to simply turn around, but not gaining the courage to flee. Damned marechi.
“Don’t just turn around, bitch, get out of here!” The woman screeched, her tone indicating the same level of embarrassment as he was experiencing.
He had just begun to move, to flee, to leave her be, when a sharp movement from her flailing fist caused one of her wounds to reopen, and subsequently, strengthen the smell of her mouth-watering blood even further.
Before Akaza even knew it, he had flung himself at the captivating woman, his mouth barely inches away from her pale and blood-soaked skin. The smell was even stronger up close, all-encompassing and heavenly.
Saliva invaded his mouth as he fought to keep his breaths even- and when did that happen?
With a glance up at the woman’s face, wide eyes staring back at him were what finally caused him to remove himself from her delicately warm skin.
Before Akaza could violate this poor woman further, he turned tail and ran into the forest once more.
*~※~*
What. The. Fuck.
It was all so sudden, the twisting of her body as she shouted at the damn pervert, her side-wound reopening, then…
The man, the demon, had launched himself at her, gripping her down against the edge of the stream with an almost terrifying grip.
He looked to be on the verge of salivating like some sort of rabid dog, inches away from her side, panting, and typically slitted pupils blown wide.
Captivating.
Now there was an odd thought. A demon? Captivating? How foolish.
However, demon or not, objectively, that was pretty damn hot.
Y/N smacked herself across the head.
“Pull yourself together, damnit! He’s just some fuckass demon! Some pale, tall, muscley…” Y/N trailed off. Gods, she needed some sleep.
She finished bathing, considerably quicker now, and donned her clothes; ignoring the way the fabric clung to her just as annoyingly as her hair did to her skin.
Setting up camp was fairly straightforward, after years of practice; as was cooking a plain dinner and rolling out a futon on the forest floor.
She glanced up at the twinkling, inky black sky, and couldn’t help but let her thoughts wander back to that man demon. The way he tantalizingly grazed his pink lips against her damp skin; the way he looked as if he had just been given the most delicious treat in the whole world…
They were thoughts for later consideration. For now, she required sleep, and maybe a large batch of sake.