⎣Demon Slayer: Yōkai Wife⎤ [雪花] |Kyōjurō Rengoku x Yuki-onna!Reader|

9: The Ice

Kyojuro really didn't wait to be told twice, as he quickly stood and went to look for you. Clearly, something was troubling you, and he was destined to find out what it was.

He'd eventually found you sitting by yourself outside on the engawa and slowly approached.

"Is everything alright, my snow flower?" Kyojuro asked, a frown grazing his lips at the sight of you looking so blue.

"I told you to stop calling me that," you say lowly, not in the mood to argue with him.

"And no, everything's not alright!" You growled, feeling all kinds of mixed emotions coursing through you.

"Then would you care to talk about it?" He gives a small smile, stepping closer to you until you can vaguely feel him behind you.

You'd sighed before standing up and turning to glare into his gold and red eyes.

"Why are you here, Kyō?"

Kyojuro cocks his head in confusion at your question.

"Hm? Haven't I already made it perfectly clear? I won't stop at nothing until I have you as my wife." He replies like it's the most obvious answer.

"And haven't I already made it perfectly clear that I don't want to be your wife? Why can't you understand that?" You narrowed your (e/c) gaze at him.

"Do you have trouble hearing or something?"

"Well, I did rupture my own eardrums a while back." Kyojuro says causally with a shrug.

"W-what?" You stared at him in disbelief but quickly shook your head. "Ugh, forget it!" You said, dropping the matter as you turned your back to him and crossed your arms over your chest.

"Please, my love, tell me what's eating away at you." He asks softly.

"It's hopeless... I knew I shouldn't have followed you."

"What'd you mean?"

"That day, when you first arrived in Kazahana, I should've never followed you up the mountain, or else you wouldn't be here." You said, glancing over your shoulder at him.

"The only reason you're here is because you saw me! And you always say dumb things like how you want to marry me and call me beautiful."

"I know you said you want me, but I know you really don't mean it." You tell him, with a hint of sadness in your voice.

"So, you can cut the crap and stop acting like you really love me." You can feel the tension in the air, the unspoken words hanging between you like a heavy cloud. And despite his protestations, you can't help but wonder if he's just saying what he thinks you want to hear.

"Then explain to me why you think that I am acting?" Kyojuro's expression became serious.

Unbeknownst to you, your words had irked him slightly. You, the woman he wants to make his wife, dare think he's lying about his feelings for you?

Kyojuro is a man of honor, and lying is certainly not in his blood. His love for you is no act or joke, and it tugged at his heartstrings to see you so sad and angry, refusing to acknowledge or see just how much he loves you. He wanted you to know that his feelings for you are genuine and deep, that he would never do anything to hurt you intentionally. Every time he sees you in distress, it pains him deeply, and he wishes he could take away all your sadness and replace it with joy and happiness. His commitment to you is unwavering, and he will always be there to support and care for you through thick and thin. You mean the world to him, and he wants nothing more than to see you happy and feel loved.

He prefers to see you smile instead, accept his love, and reciprocate his feelings. However, he wanted─no, he needed to hear your opinion. He needed to find out what was wrong with you so that he could comfort you. As he gazed into your eyes, he could sense a hint of sadness lingering within them. He longed to wipe away your tears and replace them with a sense of joy and contentment. His heart ached at the thought of you being in distress, and he vowed to do everything in his power to make things right for you.

You turned away, holding yourself at the surge of emotions that flowed through you. You thought you had managed to redirect his feelings from you already, along with what you felt for him. But it seemed your desperation has prevented you from giving him the "cold shoulder" completely.

"Because, people always say that they love me, when in reality... they really don't!" You said grudgingly.

"What you're feeling towards me isn't love, Kyojuro. T-there is no love, just something that tricks the mind and fools the heart into thinking there is!" You averted your gaze towards the snow covered ground.

"Y-you're just infatuated with me! You're only in love with my beauty. This, I know because every men is. All foolish thinking I'm just some pretty dame who's in need of husband. But as soon as they feel the cold, they long for a wife who is warm."

Kyojuro says nothing nor does his flinched upon feeling the cold chill coming from you as you continued your rant.

"I...I am the Yuki-onna. I'm too cold to be loved. No man wants an icicle for a wife!" You say, holding back the urge to cry. The bitter truth of your existence weighs heavily on your heart as you struggle to come to terms with the loneliness that accompanies being cursed. Despite your ethereal beauty, you find yourself shunned by those around you, unable to form any meaningful connections with others.

Seeing your pained expression, Kyojuro immediately felt the need to wrap his arms around you and pull you against his frame, but held back from doing so.

"I'd often thought that I could be loved, even with this winter's curse. However, those that say they love, always leave me instead. Thus, I wanted live my life without love."

"..I eventually learned to live with it and I was fine. The snow, ice, and cold were my only friends until I met Obachan. But still, even it wasn't enough to melt away the emptiness I felt in my heart." You slowly glanced back at Kyojuro, who just stood there listening.

"But you know what? I prefer the cold!"

"And why's that, my snow flower?" He asked, his voice not carrying that usual energetic and enthusiastic tone.

The smile on his lips replaced with a frown. With a pensive expression on your face, your shoulders dropped and you lower your gaze from him once more. The furrow in your brow then softens as you give a soft dry laugh.

"Because, it never bothered me."

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A/n: welp, we finally got a little glimpse into Reader-chan's childhood.