Icy Flames- Rengoku Kyojuro-Demon Slayer/ Kimetsu no Yaiba

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"Getting a gem like you is a rarity..."

My head was throbbing. I was up but pretending to sleep. My closed lids decorated with long, white eyelashes hid the intensity of my golden eyes. My mouth, which during waking hours was always curled into a stoic expression or spewing quick-witted remarks towards Uzui, hung open slightly, finally getting a chance to relax.

As predicted, he kidnapped me...

"maybe I'll turn you instead."

Making very slight movements, I knew I couldn't move my hands. I then tried to slightly move my feet, but they were also tied up.

"Turn me...is he a part of the Twelve Kizuki?"

The words were more growled than spoken. I kept my eye shut but knew my body was being taken away. From the sound of his footsteps, he was stepping on the grass. Slightly shifted my body and let out a low groan so that I adjust myself to get a glimpse of the person. From my lashes, I could see him grin down suddenly, teeth a perfect row of pale fangs, face painted a ghostly white.

"I'll make sure to let that husband of hers see her one last time and kill him as he looks into her honeyed color eyes on my visage."

"see her one last time..."

"Such a beauty you are." He said, his eyes probably roaming all over my face and body, "Master would understand that you would be a fine exception to his army."

My body seemed to have been placed on the ground gently.

"We will have all the time in the world to talk of our future, but for right now, I think our bodies should get to know each other." He whispered contently.

The sounds of the string scrapping against each other were a good indication of him possibly unlacing his pants, one hand reaching for my sleep Yukata underwear. Immediately, my eyes flew open and I saw only red. Taking a kunai I had hidden in my side, I sliced the demon's arm, hacking it off instantly.

Swiftly, he launched upwards, vision going blurry as he jumped back from my body. His teeth sharpened, fangs dropping, and his nails elongated as he glared with his now shimmer-like melted rubies eyes with pupils slit, aglow with hell itself.

"A slayer...no...you must be that Kuraokami that people were talking about earlier when they mention a woman looking like her...hmm..." the demon mused as his arm regenerated while he licked his lips. He moved swiftly knocking out the kunai from my hand and pinning me down to the ground.

I grabbed at his wrist desperately trying to squirm my way out of his attempt to strangle me to death. The demon leaned his face in closer crimson eyes watching me with certain emotive happiness that I have seen countless times on a demon's face before. His lips had curled back along the sides of his face into a very inhumane smile but maybe it's not a smile at all.

"Curse you...slayer...you're different from the other slayers who have I have had the pleasure of eating."

I sucked in what little air I could through my nose before throwing a punch at him with my free hand. The demon instinctively dodges it, of course, grabbed my wrist, and pressed against my body until I laid flat on the ground.

I couldn't get my sword as this demon stared down with a snide grin on his face.

"I can tell from those eyes of yours you are hurt...those who act on emotion are the ones that will lose out."

The demon tightened his grip around my neck. A cracking sound could be heard as he twisted the hand that tried to attack him and popped my wrist out of place. My mouth opened in a silent scream, pupils dilating at the pain but it was still not enough to get me to surrender. The pain sent shockwaves through my body.

"That partner of yours will have a bit of a struggle to get to you," the demon looked down at me menacingly with a hungry smile, "It is too bad, I was going to ask the master if I can turn you so I can have you as my concubine."

The demon placed its hand on my face. You could feel the veiny fingers and sharp nails scraping against my skin making light marks.

"But your face would be a lovely addition to my collection," the demon grinned, "I can take the pain that you feel away."

"Even a demon could read me...how could I have gotten so weak because of one emotion."

My arm fell limp and useless to the side trembling with the rest of my body from the pain. The demon raised his arm gleefully over his head, his claws growing even longer and his knuckles cracking in anticipation.

The demon made it his mission to get a piece of what Uzui had in the teahouse. He moved forward and began to kiss me. It was disgusting and slimy as he licked at my lips, nose, and cheek. He slowly pulled away from my lips before pulling away his claws still poised and ready for his next kill.

I sent him my best look of utter hatred hoping that it would haunt him for the rest of his long life. Yet all he did was smile so I changed my expression and smiled back, giving him the unexpected.

His claws froze in their descent inches away from piercing through my heart. The demon kept the bruising grip on my neck curious as to why I was just smiling back. He was going to me in cold blood and he was puzzled by the shaky little smile I was giving him. The demon sniffed me confused at my spiraling emotions, a moment ago I had been adamant in fighting against him. Now, I was only smiling back at him.

The demon only hissed at me as he released his grip upon my neck and was vaguely amused when I took in several large gulps of air.

"You find this funny," the demon taunted and chuckled deeply against my throat a sardonic smile spreading his lips.

"I do."

I screamed with fury and bashed my head directly into his nose as he was leaning in.

A sickening crunching sound sent him reeling to the other side of the field and completely off of me. A loud screeching whine erupted from his throat, he crouched down on all fours and covered his nose with his claws. From the looks of it, the pain of his nose being slightly broken was excruciating and he no longer looked as he did in the teahouse. The demon's eyes were wild from instinct since at the moment he could sense anything.

His regenerative powers were hard at work fixing the sensitive appendage as fast as it could but that didn't stop the demon from panicking. It was almost as if was completely defenseless and he was only vaguely aware that the woman he desired was up.

Raspy breaths echoed through the fields as my blade was unsheathed. My deep shade of molten gold was fixed on him.

"Ice Breathing: Fourth Form-Dry Ice!"

Flesh and tendon leaped apart easily against my Nichirin blade.

The demon's torso gets cut straight off, blood squirting all over my body and exposed breast. The torso flew up smacking the ground, a pool forms below him. Soon after, its body shot up in blue flames with a heat intense and scorching against its skin. The screams the demon emitted were the same screams I bellowed when he broke my arm.

Slowly I walked towards the demon as both parts of its body were getting eaten by the flames.

I watched as this demon begged for his life. He stomped afoot to the demon's shoulder before unsheathing my sword from my body.

"Stop Y/N!" I heard someone yell from the distance.

I only glanced at the source of the voice to see that it was Uzui nearby, shouting, ordering about. I only ignored him. The demon's eyes were rolling, his blood still streaming, my foot still heavy atop his shoulder. I could feel the smile stretching my lips and my fingers tightening my grip on the sword I held, tilted against the ground. I will never forget the demon's last to exhale as his head rolled away and turned to ashes.

That demon...he reminded me of my purpose...he reminded me that the thrill of killing demons was ... the only emotion I could feel. Tonight was the night I would relinquish any feelings I had for Kyojuro Rengoku...the night that would come alive with the music of ice tearing through the organs of demons.