💜 Genya x Reader 💜 {ONESHOTS}

Your Portrait

A portrait of a young child stood still, waving left to right by the plain wall.

No other decorations were placed by that wall. Just a small drawer below it, gaurded with plants. Simple yet it gave off a sad vibe, the young child (but not as young around 10) had a joyful expression planted on their face wearing to what–seem an expensive looking yukata. The colors couldn't be defined, the painter used dull and brownish tones for the artwork. The brush strokes were clearly made with patients and marvelous analyzing skills, the shadows outlined the shapes and curves of the youngster well. Everything fell into place, everything on the masterpiece looked so...real.

"This person.
Who...
Who excatly...are you?"

"Well...I guess it's mystery you may or may never crack, how joy!"

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"Oh dear, to think such fine young men come here to slay a demon. I must be blessed!" A young maiden, shouted in glee as she hid behind the door of a young mansion. Other maidens also squealed behind her, all of them giggling with red faces. Man...how lucky to be them.

"Uhm...yes we do," a man with white hair clarified.
"What–really?" Someone who looked around 15 yelled in shock. While a another one yelled behind him with a boar mask.

There were four (4) slayers, the first one (1) was a bright young man with redish hair that is pulled back, (2) the second one was a boar mask but underneath it is a clean and smooth faced boy with green eyes. (3) The third one...is more...of a scardy-cat but has a high respect for women and lastly, one of them stick out of a sore thumb. He was taller than the rest, it was hard to imagine he is just around the same age as the mentioned trio. He has a mohawk and a purple yukata over his uniform with an intimidating look but is actually a softie.

He looked uncomfortable hearing and seeing the group of maidens staring at all four of them, jumping off their heels as they shriek in delight.

"Yes, a handful of our people working for us goes missing..." the man said looking at the young maidens, they immediatly stopped and returned to work. Some of them still smiling and still is screaming softly. "As you can see...they are fewer than before," he continued looking back at the slayers. "Is this a work of a demon?" The young man carrying a huge box wondered, touching his chin. "Most likely, I mean. We are sent here," the tall one replied his attention to his mission.

"I haven't gotten a girlfriend ye—"
"So where's this demon! I am gonna slit their throat quick n' easy!"

The boar headed one interrupted, laughing with a some–what raspy voice. The yellow-haired slayer could only let out a 'eek' as a response. "W-what? A demon! It can't be..." the man said, sweating crazy. "Well, we are not sure but we are going to find out soon!" The one that seems the most responsible of all said in high spirits. "Please let us stay for the night! This oppurtunity can allow us to find out deeper," he suggested. A few maidens giggled and nodded once those words left his mouth. The man didn't responded quickly but just nodded, "You!" He pointed to one of the men there working.

"Yes sir?"
"Lead them to our guest room," The man then leaned closer whispering to his ear.
"I don't trust them to do it, keep your eyes on them," he added.

The servent then looked behind him only seeing maidens jumping in joy. He instantly knew what he meant by them. "Of course. It would be troublesome if they handle this," he replied then smiling. "He will lead you to your rooms, follow him. Any questions you can ask me or him," he said before a maiden added something. "Or maybe one of us," she said her hand moving around the other girls before laughing quietly.

"Thank you!" All of them said and bowed.

"Oh! Before that your names?" The man remembered. The group smiled and introduced themselves one by one.