#i hate daki

[spiiiiiral]

i cant get over his stupid fucking smile.

[tamagoneko]

babygirl got a crush

[thebottomfromhell]

I hardly find anything just about Zohakuten and recently I saw two headcanons where the reader was like a father figure and as I like your writing, so I wanted to read how you would imagine this relationship, given that Zohakuten is the incarnation of hate. How it started, whether the father is human or demon, the relationship between them, what made Zohakuten see the reader as a father and vice versa. I imagine a human father, but is it up to you, or even a version of each? Your blog is a treasure!

Thank you, I'm glad you like it. And this is a lovely ask. I hope you don't mind if I also add Daki and Kaigaku to the mix, just to add more content.

Male reader as a father/parental figure, human and demon.

Warnings: Cannibalism, Implied child prostitution, Implied and Mentioned child neglect.

Human Reader

Zohakuten:

Zohakuten hates humans, but... you are nice. You found each other in a late night, the Hashira Hantengu fought were strong and worked in a team, so in the end they formed Zohakuten. The thing is that the kid lost the tiny demon and began to look for him. You live near, so you went there when you heard the roars of the Wooden Dragons, scared and curious of what was going on.

The first thing he knew he was about to eat you and then he got covered by a very warm and soft sheet. As a demon the chilly night doesn't bother him, but the feeling is still nice. You didn't care he had fangs, horns, or weird eyes and ears, you saw a child outside, alone at night, in middle of winter with chest, back and stomach exposed. If it wasn't because you had a very nice sheet, a very comfortable place and a wooden dragon toy (it is more of a lucky charm for you, but still works) Zohakuten would have killed you.

"You are very dumb, taking me to your home. I could kill you right now!" He said squeezing the figure against himself, being careful to not break it. You laugh, not really taking the threat seriously. "Sure, kiddo. Whatever you say." In the end he stays over to sleep in, fully covered with the sheets and curtains, your bed during daylight, trusting that Hantengu's size will help him to hidem from the sun. And he keeps doing so, coming back for a hot bath since you offer, a warm bed, comfortable clothes, some toys you give him, and with time he wants to spend time with you (even more if you have a pet and help him to bond with it), as if he was a cat. Zohakuten likes to be pampered, trusting you to take care of him, even though he will never admit it verbally. (He also brings Hantengu, but hides him inside the house.) You also start teaching him things, he didn't really know how to write as a demon (he knew how to read, but japanese kanji are messy), to do chores, how to be a bit more friendly (that's a work in process, you swear it's possible.)

One day he came just after eating, so he had blood on his face. You, worried, were all over him checking if he was fine, even if you añready knew he could regenerate. "I'm fine, papa. Stop pestering me!" You freeze when he calls you that, Zohakuten also does when he realizes what he just said. He blushes hard before storming into your room, closing the door behind before hiding inside you bed and refusing to speak and see you. By night he came out to you by his own, glaring at the floor. "It's ok if I call you papa, right?" Of course you said yes.

He started to leave for more periods of time after that, but still always came back. You started to grow old, while he stayed a child. By then you already knew he was a demon. "Do you need help, papa?" You laugh it off, you are just starting to grow and the kid is already treating you as if you were fragile, being helpful and loyal. Well, you are in comparinson of him. He is also very protective of you, and clingy if he is feeling off. "It's ok kiddo, papa is here." You say as he hugs you, burrying his face in your shoulder. "You better."

Daki:

Daki is used to have men's attention, that is what she lives of. What she is not used is men looking at her with such a tender eyes, or at least in a way that really feels that they are looking at her instead of her body. She is clearly a teen, you can tell by the way she acts and speaks, and while you can't really take her out of here, you want to help. You start bringing her things, not the usual presents clients bring courtesans (you met her due her job), but things she might need. Simple (modest) clothes, some extra cash, self-care products, and have even offered to help her with her chores, or at least teach her how to do them.

"I'm already a woman! Stop treating me like a child!" She screamed one night, angry of your insisntence of trying to help her. "I don't need you! I already have a dad! He is the one protecting and taking care of me, not you!" You were about to ask when she freezes after realizing what she just said before turning red and throwing something at you. "That's not true! That's not true!" Se squeaks embarrassed as she moves her arms before running away. You didn't know what was wrong with her.

Then you found out she was a demons.... oh, and you also met her Onii-chan. "You're lucky my sister likes you, ne... Tell me, what do you want with her? Ne." Gyutaro is an adult, you can tell, but like Daki is just a child, he is a young adult. Not old enough to parent a girl of Daki's age (or at least the age difference implies he was way too young to step in as a parental figure when his sister was born). "She's a kid. The world is not nice to lonely children. So I want to make sure she has an adult to rely on." At first he doesn't believe you, so he stays out of his sister to keep an eye, but at the same time with him around Daki feels more confident of you taking care of her. She doesn't feel she is replacing her Onii-chan with Gyutaro around.

At the end Gyutaro also warms up to you and goes back inside her sister to hide from the world knowing she is safe and sound. She starts visiting you when she doesn't have to work, she is a very spoiled girl and likes it when you help her with her nails, hair and cuddle her (she is more than capable of making a tantrum if you don't do it the second she asked you). It's not even weird when she starts calling you "OTOOOUUU-CHAAAN! ONII-CHAN CALLED ME DUMB!"

She is also very clingy both with you amd her brother, besides being very trusting. She speaks freely her mind and doesn't hide anything. She is also very loyal, but independent. (Also, depending of the case, you should be careful for her starting to ship you with her brother, since both are her parental figures.)

Kaigaku:

Turning into a demon was the best thing that could happen to Kaigaku. Now he is strong, now he won't be ignored, now he can finally be the best, and... And just now an adult seems to care about what happens to him.

The orphanage... the old man... really, they did care. Unlike him, they were good in general, so of course they would care for a child. But they did not care specifically for Kaigaku. Not when one had a lot of other children with same or even more value than a little thief who wanted more than the leftovers. And Jigoro Kuwajima already knew he didn't see him as a possible heir, not matter how many forms he perfected. Meanwhile Zenitsu, who only could do the first, was the favored one.

One would think as the one responsible for them it would be Kokushibou the one to step in and guide him into his new life as a demon, but besides setting high standards and teaching him how to upgrade his breathing, the guy didn't do anything. It's like being with the old man again, teaching Kaigaku the basics and then leaving him off for whatever is more important than him. At first it frustrates Kaigaku, but since he is used to it he resigns easily. Then you come in.

"Oyaji! Stop bothering me!" He tells you as you mess with his hair laughing. He is still not used to being a demon, so when he lost track of time practicing his katas it wasn't until the sunlight started to be visible that Kaigaku realized he was in danger. He managed to sneak inside your house in a desesperate attempt to cover himself, and you have been taking care of him ever since. He is just a lost teen. "Nah, it's fun to tease ya, kiddo."

"Oyaji! I can fix the crack by my own." He warmed up to you very easily, specially since he was the only kid around. He is not the most loyal, but he is still filial. It was only matter of him having a parent, an actual parent, for himself. Someone that makes sure he learns, that is willing to invest in him, someone that wants him. He is needy for attention and always want to prove his worth.

Kaigaku wishes he could have met you as a human, maybe that would have prevented all this from happening. But at least you are his father now. "Oyaji, I told you to stop teasing me!"

Demon Reader

Zohakuten:

Hantengu is not that bad, but leaving a child to fight your problems and fears off is a big no for you. A bigger No, like NO. You know the clones would step it as a parental figure if they could, but for obvious reasons, they couldn't. You don't know what possesed you into treating the kid... like a kid. He is Uppermoon 4 for a reason, and doesn't need to be babied. "I can get my own food, you know?"

That doesn't stop you a bit when you start getting him food and things, specially some new clothes he loathes, but a child should not go around that exposed. There are so many freaks around, and while it's not Zohakuten's fault, he should protect himself a little more. "You barely eat at all, and because of Hantengu's last trauma of getting lost in middle of a battle, you have been staying up for a while more than you are used to. So someone needs to make sure you eat, since you are way too picky." You did your best to get something Zouhakuten would like, but as he refuses to eat it, you end up having to bribe him with wooden toys.

"They are just nice, it doesn't mean anything." As he is behaving good, you decide to get him something special one day. It was hard to get it, but you managed. "Hey kiddo, I got you something nice, but you have to promise me to be responsible about it." Zouhakuten scoffs at that. He is Uppermoon 4! He doesn't want your condescen- "It's a tanuki!" (The hard part was to not kill or hurt the animal).... "Give it to me!"

It was a bit hard to parent him with so much to do on his character but so little to offer, specially since you can't actually raise him since Zohakuten won't grow up and sooner or later the clones will have to defuse. "Will you take care of Dorobō when that happens?" He asks cuddling and rocking the little dog in his arms, both of them at the top of a tree. You are at the bottom, just arriving with a human corpse (you don't have to bribe Zohakuten anymore, it's a win) and a few dead frogs for the kid's pet (You still can't believe he called it "Thief") "Sure will do kiddo. I will also be waiting for you, so you can look for me anytime."

.... "Thanks papa." He called you for the first time, and you knew you were doing good with the child. He started to get protective and clingy towards you, specially during day as you shelter from the sun. He is a good child, above all.

Daki:

You know Daki sees her brother as a parental figure, it's clear to everyone but him. That he is the father she probably never had. You don't think you can compete with that, and don't want to. You like them both, Gyutaro is chill and his sister... she's just a kid. A kid with not only the preassure of being om his rada, but one with a busy human life. You just want to lend them a hand.

"Daki, calm down. It's not so bad." You try to comfort her as she cries over a pretty, expensive and, most important, new kimono with blood and a big cut in the shoulder. She got careless and when fighting a Hashira and forgot to protect it from the splash. "But it was new! And I ruined it! I ruined it! I liked it so much and I still ruined it!" This is how it started, with you rolling your eyes and taking the kimono to clean it while Gyutaro toyed and killed the Hashira that made his sister cry. After there was no longer any blood in it Daki could give it to a servant for her to sew the hole.

You began to help her with her chores, mostly cleaning since Daki never had problems on eating by her own, except when she first became a demon and still had some of her human memories, but again, Gyutaro helped her back then. Speaking about Gyutaro, you asked him for tios to take care of his sister, and since he knew you he trusted you the information. "My sister likes you a lot, ne. I also think you are good to her, ne."

After that you also began to help her with other things, like her hair and self-care routine. At times she would play with your hair, put make up on you or lend you some other peoduct. You both have fun doing so as you lead her into having a more proactive attitude. "Daki, it's enough." You laugh as she tickles you.

"Otou-chan, stay still or you will ruin the make up." She said simply the first time she called you that. As spoiled as she is, Daki didn't even think it was weird to call you that, and so she never stopped doing so. She also started to push both Gyutaro and yojrself so you three can have a family time together, and she is content with having to male demons taking care of her. "Otou-chan! Onii-chan! C'mon or we will lose dinner!"

Kaigaku:

Damn, being under Kokushibou's care must suck. You have nothing against the Uppermoon One, but that guy doesn't have a hair of father. You would give him a 3/10, at most. That is why you feel someone should step in for the new boy. "Hey kiddo, still having problems with the food?"

Young demons who's body doesn't change to an adult appereance tend to keep their memories a little longer than the ones who were transformed as adults, like you. For this reason, beside the starvation of their first kill, they tend to have a hard time eating humans, since they hadn't completely abandoned that stage. "You can't wait for starvation to force you to it. Not only is painful, but that amount of bodies will not get you as strong as Kokushibou wants you to be." You mess with his hair and he complains, clearly frustrated of not being able to hunt humans. "Shut up, you demon!" And it doesn't help that he was a slayer before this.

Still, even if Kaigaku is a very rude teen, you get him something to eat. Since he probably has not developed his own taste you go for something safe and get him a young adult, a healthy one. You will bring something else the next time, but for now the best is to help the child to build himself in his new life. "There you go, kiddo." It takes you to threaten to take the food away for Kaigaku to eat, he got used in the middle of it. Still, he has a hard time hunting to eat.

He gets used to it slowly, as you keep bringing him food. It's easy to feel like a parent like this, you're like a wild animal to their cubs. You also try to comfort him when Kokushibou is too strict or mean to him. "Why are you doing all this for me?" He asks when you were patting his back after Kokushibou stabbed him during training. Kaigaku for a minute forgot he could regenerate and almost had a panic attack, desesperated to leave, so you stole him and helped him to calm down. "Someone has to. Being a demon is not easy and I think a little guidance is always good. So relax, I will take care of you, kiddo."

... "You didn't have to get all sappy, Oyaji." He starts calling you that, Kaigaku tries his best and wants to prove himself to you. He is working hard and that makes you proud. "Kaigaku, help pops to get dinner tonight, ok?" He rolls his eyes but takes his sword to help you. He is a good teen, just a bit... too full of himself. But it's ok, as long as he still remembers his past he has the chance to mature a little. Just do your best "Alright, alright. I'm going, Oyaji."

[gorekissed]

I'm thinking thoughts ... abt potential jjk and kny verses ...

[lesbiansanemi]

The kny fandom never really irritated me THAT much about anything until their reaction to the stupid Hantengu clones

[gumshoegoat]

this is a very weird and cringe thing to criticize so leave me alone but......the way people draw sam dakimakuras vs max ones sucks so much. max's ones always look so confident and slay, he always seems in charge of his vibe. but with sam they always make him kinda uwu shy and I just don't find that to be in character??

like okay here's my ideal sam daki (and maybe I'll draw it one day idk): first side he's in his suit on the phone and crossing his legs, maybe the phone cord is in a little cutesy way wrapping around him but hes got his usual goofy smile. second side he's in a white tank top, boxers with hearts (that or lil bunny heads lol), and sleepy as fuck with his legs sprawled out but he's winking and got a confident smirk. maybe he's got his arms around the back of his head

idk what it is but it just bothers me when people make sam seem too flustered as if this guy doesn't pull crazy hard

[shiniganja]

this is probably a really, really bad time to mention that I'm afraid of the dark

[idkwidatp]

MUICHIROS WHAT???

THANKS A LOT TIKTOK

[funnyfungus69]

[spiiiiiral]

the ume/daki slander my friend randomly drops is actually FOUL.

[applepie-enthusiast]

how the fandom collectively decided that giyuu is the fandom bicycle, just so shippable and fuckable by almost all adult characters in the entire kny series is just so amazing to me

the pillars? literally so much chemistry with sanemi. every genre fits them. angst? fluff? crack? SMUT? 👌👌👌 YES.

also literally any above-mentioned category with other adult pillars. but especially tooth-rotting fluff with rengoku? being uzui's 4th spouse? love-hate relationship with obanai? ENORMOUS size difference with gyomei? even mitsugiyuu makes so MUCH SENSE. Don't get me started with shinogiyuu, tbh they're the first pairing I've ever thought of when I was new to the series. I love them so much.

giyuu's classic childhood friend genre with sabito. y'all can slap so much angst, what-ifs and fluff, crack with sabigiyuu. the astronomical amount of ideas you can do with them IS ASTONISHING AND ASTOUNDING. I can't even

the upper moons? My god i have a fic underway with giyuu x upper moons (except daki) with them fighting for his ass. i especially love akagiyuu and kokugiyuu. douma my insane husband is also in. lots of dead-dove-do-not-eat warnings for this guy. if you want to be extra spicy, you could pair giyuu with literally the four inside out clones of hantengu. if you're a lil messed up and creative, you can be innovative with gyokko. Gyutaro is also nice with him hate-praising giyuu like he did with tengen.

Just

The fucking list is so long.

I love giyuu so much

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hey, so your Tanjiro Reader post gave me an idea. And I just wanted to leave it here, and you can write something if you like it.

But I just thought of a Gyutaro Reader, who gets dragged into Twisted Wonderland with her Daki like little brother.

Just the yanderes falling in love with Reader and trying to court her (in their own obsessive ways), but dealing with her bratty little brother who hates the idea of anyone dating his big sister.

This could be due to Reader being deemed ugly in their previous world, Daki is afraid that the yanderes are just leading Reader on with the intention of humiliating her. Or Daki just hating the idea of a boy stealing Reader away from him.

My rant's over now. I hope you have a great day/night! Keep up the amazing work!

Thanks for the support! 🖤🖤🖤

Gyutaro Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Falling into their world with your little sibling in tow, it’s hard to believe others could look past your demonic self and shortcomings. Your little sibling’s idea of protection garners on who will actually survive their initial purge of people they consider to be faking it. If they do then your sweet sibling makes a point to beat them so close to death they’ll have no choice to be honest:

Rook Hunt

“(Y/n)’s beauty is unmatched! I wish to serve them everyday!”

“Lies! You’re fast but not fast enough! If you can survive my sash’s capture than maybe I’ll let you have a chance!”

If Rook cheerfully returns to see you with multiple bandages he’ll just say ‘labors of love’

Your sibling is suddenly a lot less critical of the cursive love-letter

“If you do want to date him I guess that’s okay…but if he hurts you we eat him.”

Kalim Al Asim

“What?! How dare you so openly continue to lie about your affection!? I should tear you to shreds right now!” 

“But I’m not lying. I love (Y/n) with all my heart!”

Call your sibling materialistic but she realizes how quickly he pays for things that you mention you like

Or paying to take you on not-so friendly hangouts

But even without that his beaming smile and honesty make them harder to interrogate

And then there’s Jamil

So they might let their guard down

If only to turn around and snap his neck when his bodyguard’s not there

Too bad he’s oh so diligent

And Kalim is far too persistant

[another-kshit-blog]

I was hoping to never see the day when there was official art of his horrible black toenails, Toboso-sensei's dream of having him play with piano with his bare feet never came true so I really thought we had dodged that bullet

Sebastian and prostitutes 

[demonslayerunhinged]

Unhinged theory

Okay so this theory is complete bullshit and doesn't have any merit but I just wanted to get it out of my system.

I wonder why Shizu didn't eat the kids the moment she killed them. Like we know that when you're turned into a demon you're overcome by a hunger so great that you won't be able to think straight.

Like okay, maybe she wanted to finish off Genya before she started feasting but she could have just eaten them, it's not like Genya posed any actual danger and her movements were too calculated like oneshotting all 4 kids including Koto and breaking the lights right before attacking Genya.

So here's my theory, I think Shizu deliberately killed her kids. Why? Because she was tired of them. Y'know how becoming a demon brings out the twisted version of your soul like Akaza's fighting, Dakis obsession with beauty and Gyutaros hatred of humanity, and Hantengu's entire existence? What if Shizu deep down was tired of being a mom? And she low-key resented her kids? What if she was tired of seeing them suffer?

Genya said she was very small but what if in reality she was just very young? Like in her late teens? It's not so out there after all Tamayo is 19 biologically and she had a husband and kids. Shizu could have been 14 or 15 when she had Sanemi.

So this is a young girl, married this older man, probably out of necessity or against her will, and given Kyogo's violence there's a chance that some of the kids were a product of rape.

She's living in poverty, married to an absolute dick of a husband who beats her all while trying to make ends meet and take care of SEVEN kids!

Even for the Taisho era, seven kids is a lot and other people seem to think so too, in the light novel Genya remembers how their landlord's son used to taunt them as 'the poor people with a lot of kids'.

The thing that really cemented this theory for me is the afterlife scene with Sanemi. Her shame. Not sadness or despair but shame. Shame so strong she doesn't even want to alert her kids to her existence and she covers her face and hides when she sees Sanemi. What if that shame stems from guilty? Guilt over her resentment towards her kids?

I'm not saying that Shizu hated her kids, but what if she was just...tired? Tired of being used as a punching bag? Tired of seeing her babies get hurt and go hungry every night? Tired of being treated like dirt and having people make fun of her family? Tired of being judged for circumstances that were out of her control? Tired of struggling? Tired of her life? Tired of everything?

Regarding Sanemi and Genya, I feel like they both have an idealized image of their mother and that's probably why Sanemi refused to accept the knowledge that Nezuko could resist attacking humans by thinking about her family, because then he would have to face the truth that maybe their mother never really loved them? Or that her love wasn't as strong as he thought?

It's a really hard pill to swallow for a lot of us because we don't want to think about the fact that our moms, even if they love us or at least tolerate us, may not have wanted us or may have thought their lives would've been better if they hadn't had us.

This isn't uncommon in real life either. The subreddit r/regretfulparents has over 120k members, then there's this insightful thread where parents who regret having kids share their feelings, there's also experiences from women here and here.

Something to think about. I'm sorry but I feel like the Shinazugawa kids, all they truly had was each other and they didn't know it. They never really stood a chance.

Yea so...

[reallyromealone]

This request is random and it’s all up to you if you want to write it

So say muzan makes the upper six to watch over his infant son and I’d imagine it be chaotic

Like baby reader cries whenever akaza carries him, hates doma and throws his toys at him, maybe his enjoy chasing hantengu (which would lead to hantengu to run away crying), maybe gyokko would teach baby reader about art, maybe for gyutaro he’d be a decent care taker while daki is confused on how to take care of baby reader and kokushibo is baby reader baby reader favorite person and likes to be carried by kokushibo

This is totally up to you if you want to write it

Ohohohoobnonoo

🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐

Muzan was a very attentive father despite himself, his son; his /heir/ was his world.

(Name) was precious and perfect, given anything he could desire in the world.

An absolute papas boy.

So when the moons had to watch the little bundle...

It was a nightmare.

"WAAAAAAH!" (name) screeched as tears rolled down his face, smacking the demon angrily as his barely present fangs bit at Akaza, not harming the demon in the slightest.

"Please behave, our Lord will be home soon!" He tried soothing the babe who wailed louder.

Doma was treated no better though instead of crying it was violence.

"Please little Lord, I just wanna be your friend~" Doma said playfully as he shook a raddle infront of the little one who looked absolutely furious that he cult leader was touching his rattle "ABABABA!" He screeched and smacked his hands against the tatami mat and the blond cooed but glared when a stuffed toy hit him "that's very rude little lord~" Doma said and lifted (name) who immediately tugged at his hair with force "why are you so full of hate~!" He said with almost sadness in his voice "I'm the best one here!"

"Dada!"

"He's gone right now little one!"

(Name) was /facinated/ by hantengu and followed him around everywhere, Shakey little feet as the upper moon tried to get away from the little one, tiny Muzan picking up speed wit his waddles as the poor demon tried running away.

And that's when they learned little (name) could crawl on walls.

"GET AWAY!" He said anxiously and (name) made loud happy baby noises.

Gyokko looked fond as the little one finger painted, messy and colorful and proudly showed it to the other, it was a mess but he could see a vague shape of Lord Muzan based on the black blob with little red eyes.

"Very good little one" (name) beamed at the praise.

Gyotaro was an excellent care taker, soothing the little babe for his nap as Daki played dress up, she wasn't sure how to care for a baby having never had done so but she always thought infant clothes were precious, the siblings watching him as he sleeped on a blanket.

But out of all the moons, (name) always prefered Kokushibo who sat in silence reading as (name) sat in his lap drinking his bottle, the demon glancing down as the babe pat his arm "do you wish for me to read to you?"

"Ababa..."

"Very well..." Kokushibos voice was deep and relaxing to the boy, reminding him of his papa in a way and Kokushibo was reminded of his own children with (name).

Rarely did he think of them but occasionally he wondered what lives they led.

He wondered what life (name) would lead.

The babe sneezed and Kokushibo was confused as a daisy bloomed from the tatami mat.

Well then.

[dragonsoulage]

Jaws

feat. Gyutaro

When he got those jaws that making you so afraid, suddenly feel like the safest place on earth. Gyutaro grew so obsessed with you, trying to act against his destructive nature. He hated and loved it at the same time.

Hello guys, I just felt like I wanted to write something about my favorite demon man. It’s angsty and a little toxic perhaps. Like girl, he is obsessing over you. But sometimes this is what we want right? No matter how toxic it is he is my baby demon 🥺🤌🏻 but this is fiction and this is fine, when you struggle with these things in real life I hope you get all the help you deserve ✨💕

Wordcount: 5k

Warnings: obsessiv behavior, kinda toxic and twisted dynamics, mentions of ab*se and r*pe (other people toward you not Gyutaro), stalking, over all angst

You were a cute little thing, delicate even. A sweet girl, always modest, and you always tried not to draw any kind of attention. You worked in the entertainment district. Indeed, working in the house where this dark haired Oiren was feared by every girl. The beautiful woman with these sharp eyes that didn't stop to lecture you with the backside of her hand when you forgot to clean a spot.

You didn't work as a whore, you didn't sell your body. But you were there to clean, to made sure the girls there had everything they needed. Fresh clothing, make up and over all a clean place.

You made sure everything was in place, as you always did.

Yourself trying to hide behind a curtain of your hair, to not make any men who visited the establishment to not look at you.

When they wanted you, they would get you. These were the rules in this house. When they paid, they would get what they desire.

And who would want a shy, little mouse trying to hide behind dust and handmaid works?

Usually you simply were overlooked, and this had been fine with you.

Although in the meantime, you always felt like someone watched you. That some intense eyes would bore in the back of your head, just waiting you would look around.

That someone was trying to catch a glimpse of you. But even when you turned your head, you never saw anything.

Just a feeling, you tried to brush off as annoying paranoia, since some girls got missing.

Little did you know that a pair of bloodshot, yellow eyes followed your every move.  

At least when he could, every time Gyutaro was able to separate from his sister Daki. Since the one time she spoke to you, lectured you, made you cry. He grew curious.

The demon grew a little obsessed. Who were you?

A girl trying to hold in her tears when Daki punished you with a sharp slap across your cheek.

You tried to be so strong, but after all you were just a little, pathetic human, weren't you not? It was not the first time he saw someone like you.

Sweet, but everyone overlooked you.

Caring and everyone took it for granted

Modest never meant to shine.

And the weird thing, instead of being disappointed no one saw you, you seemed to be quite fine with it.

Liked being for yourself, being alone. Maybe because you gave up on the fact that there could be people that actually liked you. That were honest enough to not hide their cruel intentions.

Life kicked you with feet, and you seemed to just hold it in.

He liked it, observed it wanting to consume, the very reason why you were acting like it.

Trying to find happiness although everything around you crumbled.

And every time he was outside Dakis body, he went looking for you. Actually following you around. Watching how you did your duties.

Even right now, from across the window, he sat on another roof, his eyes scanning your form over and over again.

He grew familiar with the feeling to see the enticing sway of your hips in that simple kimono you wore. The way you brushed back a strand of your hair from your forehead when you changed the sheets of a bed. 

He crouched on the edge of the roof, his nail of his thumb put between his sharp teeth. Was he nervous? Nah, trying to hold himself back.

"So pure, it's disgusting." he mumbled to himself, watching the dim light on your face, made you glow. Made his heart jump. Did he ever have a heart? Not that he knew about it.

Gyutaro was obsessed, with that little mouse he wanted to catch so bad in his trap.

Torn between the feeling that he wanted to touch you, without ripping your skin off. And yet degrading you in his thoughts.

Himself confused, so confused he not even told Daki about it.

Then you bend over, grabbing the dirty sheets from the ground to put in a basket. And even when this didn't reveal your body, he felt how he bowed forward, as if he could pass the chance to see everything in detail. You had such a lovely figure, he adored it, he hated it. Everything that he couldn't describe.

Maybe this was the day of days? Maybe he should simply jump down, crawl into this window and ogle you, before he would try to figure out what he should do to you.

Not that he ever would know what he wanted to do. His desire perverse and yet for some reason Gyutaro didn't want you to be afraid. Not so fast, at least. Because he tends to kill someone before he spoke with them.

And he didn't want to ruin this pretty smooth skin, he yearned to touch.

Then he could watch how you went to take the dirty laundry, and after this how your steps took you to your own small chamber. How you opened the window wide to let in some fresh air.

The demon loved to watch when you opened your hair, when you started brushing it.

"Disgusting, so disgusting." he spoke to himself, like a reminder, even when everything he saw was anything but that.

"Always being so pretty, so anxious to be seen. But I see you, I see you little mouse." he whispered under his breath. Grotesque body jumping finally down, stepping to the window.

Your chamber was on the floor. He decided to stand right beside the wide opened window frame.   

And there was this feeling again, as if you were being watched. It unsettled you so deeply, every time. And yet you never could understand where it was coming from.

It was nearly cute how your brow pulled together, how you looked so lost around. With fear, you would find something and yet with the hope you finally could discover what made you feel like this.

You went over to the window, Gyutaro not even moving, he stood in the shadow of the wall, as if humans ever would take a closer look? That never happened, so he just smiled wide with the knowledge of how much he unsettled you. The demon was twisted, he wanted to make you uncomfortable but also not...he couldn't put this in place.

You walked over, looking outside for a moment, the cool air making your cheeks flush a little. When you didn't see anything, you went to the mirror again, taking the brush before you settled into the seat. Brushing your hair with so much care.

You started humming, maybe to calm yourself. He adored this part so much, listen to the gentle hum of your voice. He always imagined you would hum it for him. And this was the moment he stopped thinking about making you scared. This was the weird part of him, that remembered how it was being human. Not that it came back, but Gyutaro felt like he would have forgotten something, and this humming brought back feelings he couldn't explain.

His sharp teeth that had been grinning now closed, indeed his eyes looked to the ground as he leaned his tall body against the wall. Just listening to your voice.

You hummed so beautifully, one of the fewer things he wanted to appreciate, even when his demonic nature didn't let him.

After some short while, he decided to stalk a little from the window.

Looking inside, his fingers laid on the frame. You braided your hair so neatly now, had dressed yourself in some shorter sleeping robe, exposing your legs and thighs.

Creamy skin, so innocent, so alluring. It was weird he didn't want to draw blood, he wanted to touch you, feeling this smoothness under his own fingertips.

You were such an eyesore, when only people would take a closer look.

But he, he took a close look, every time he could. Even when the normal customers overlooked you, as you wanted...not Gyutaro. He draws even closer, risking that you might see him.   

Would you scream? Maybe, maybe, he would be able to listen to that cute yell your throat would let out.

And you could feel your body trembling, so uncomfortable when you thought about the fact. After you were done braiding your hair, you still hummed a song from your childhood. But when you turned around and stood up, what you saw made your blood run cold.

Some sharp nails that draw away from the window. You ran over to the window again, so hasty. Gyutaro could just make it to the rooftop across. Somehow he wanted you to see him.

But this what you saw, a shadow on the roof, and the two yellow eyes staring back at you, right into your very soul. The soul he wanted to possess so fucking badly.

Your breath stopped, so your feeling was not just paranoia, it was real. Every time you felt it, it was this shadow watching you.

Yellow, droopy and haunting eyes staring right at you.

You felt as if you could die on the spot, hoping it was just a bad dream. Not even able to close the window as you watched how this shadowy figure sat on top of the roof from across.

Wavy hair waving in the wind as he crouched there. "Finally you know I am there. Curious little thing and so stupid." again he spoke to himself, as he watched how shocked your cute face looked up into the sky. He cocked his head to the side.

"How fast I could kill her when she is standing there and looking with that sweet scowl in her face. Foolish baby." he muttered and chuckled to himself. And just then you closed the window....

The next day wasn't any better for you, you had this sick gut feeling something would happen.

Your thoughts always by this shadowy, grotesque figure you had seen.

But well, this was just the start.

As the good girl you were, you still did your duties, but always looking around with that irritated expression on your face.

But in the late night...there he came. Not out of the shadow, but he came to startle you.

Just the moment you put away a broom in a closet, this gut feeling came back. You were like frozen in place, not even dared to turn around.   

"Look at that...stupid, stupid, little girl finally noticed me." you heard his creaky voice, you gasped in fear. Just then, you slowly wanted to turn your head.

"Nah, don't turn around, pretty angel. Not when I don't tell you to." he spoke, before he draws closer. Feeling his lean and tall frame looming over your smaller one. You stood right in his shadow that covered you.

You could smell a faint smell of blood. And it made you shiver, nearly some small tears collected in your pretty orbs. He would have love to see it, even when he would hate it. But he decided just to talk, not to touch.

And as on command you didn't turn around. Felt how he stood right behind you.

"Who are you?" the question just came out of your mouth so fast, he could listen to the fear in your voice.

"Perhaps a shadow observing you." he answered, watched how your delicate shoulders rose and fell with every breath.

"You always hide behind that shiny hair, behind this handmaiden duties. Hope no one sees you. But I do." it was like a little confession, it didn't sound so unkind how he wanted it.

You probably felt so soft, he was so twisted to want to see your suffering and yet to have this sweet smile on your lips.

"I don't want to draw attention." you replied, looking right to the shadow that was on the wall. You weren't sure if he was a monster, or if he was just a tall man.

"Oh, I know, but you can't escape from my eyes, sweet thing. You make me crazy, do you know that?" he said, stepping closer so you could feel his body heat, it was making you shift.

"The damn way you do everything so neatly, being so modest. And so fucking...good. Makes me want to destroy it..." Gyutaro meant, and at the end you could listen to the refrainment. His clawed hand reached out, wanting to touch that flawless skin.

Destroying and killing was in his nature. And yet he tried to not do it.   

"And yet I won't." he added, and this was the moment he couldn't hold it back. His finger brushed away a strand of your hair. Caressing your cheek, oh you started crying he felt the wet streaks of your salty tears run down your cheek.

"And what is it what you want, when you don't want to kill me? Is it worse?" question over question.

"Oh, I love a good kill, the way that humans are just a bag of blood. How the life fades from their eyes. But I want to see more than just life fading from yours." Gyutaro made his point clearer now, himself surprised, he caught a drop of your tears, wiping it away. Surprisingly gentle.

"You watch me since months, I felt it. And now you speak in riddles. Tell me what you want?" you were so afraid and yet so curious.

"What I want, foolish girl? When I do what I want, you already would be pressed against the wall and my teeth would sink in your flesh, these are my instincts..." he said to you with a low growl and his eyes glowing in the dimly lit light. But what he truly wanted...he wanted your adoration.

"Tell me, little human. Why is that....that I want to hear you hum for me? That I don't want to rip out your throat? That it is to die for when you would look at me?" he asked, then cocking his head to the side. This was the moment when you again tried to turn your head, but he grabbed it with a splayed out hand.

"I said do not turn around." he repeated firm, not ready that you saw him quite yet. He was aware of his ugliness.

And even as a demon, he felt insecure about it, toward you. "Sorry." you whispered and trembled, felt how his fingers stroked through your locks. So silky and smooth, his eyes wandering over your hair. "Maybe this what you really want is...not just a brutal kill? I-I can hum for you." you spoke, and he could listen to the fear in your voice. What you did now, was to survive, at least for you. Although, this demon would never kill you. He felt these urges, but somehow he was strong enough to not do it. You just offered it because you were afraid.

"Hum for me? Hm? Cute, but pathetic. Let me tell you something..." he answered and he leaned in. His breath ghosting over your ear.

"I crave you, I want to devour you, but I don't want to kill you. Get under your skin, without ripping it off. I want something I don't even know that it exist for something like me. It runs so deep in my being, makes me less murderous for you." he said to you, it was a cruel confession laced with words that were too sweet for him. And then...then he finally left.   

This went on for weeks, every now, and then he caught you off guard, sometimes leaving gifts for you. And what gifts were these? Well, surprisingly thoughtful, for a demon like him.

A rose, the petals white with some blood sprinkles on it from his latest victim. But the special thing about it? He removed every thorn of this rose so it wouldn't hurt you, so your delicate skin couldn't draw any blood. The thing was, what should you do about it? No one would believe you when you say a demon wanted your attention, but you didn't know what he looked like?

Although, it was not only uncomfortable. When he wanted to talk with you, always so you were facing away from him. Still not ready that you saw him, that you could take in his ugly visage.

He was convinced you would think he was unappealing. Besides this, sometimes you still trembled when he was close.

And right now he was in your room, like a predator stalking his prey. Every resource of light he blew out. So the only thing you saw were his eyes.

When you two talked, well as twisted as he was...you could gather left emotions on him. The way he, wanted to be seen, wanted to be cherished, although this was not something that a demon should want right?

Underneath that brutal exterior you could see a sad person, a lot of hate but also a lot of injustice.

Maybe he was never a saint as human, and far away from this as demon, but he...he never hurt you. Yes he looked and yearned but he never hurt you. So there was something, where this was coming from, right?

"I never see you, but you always see me." you stated then, sitting on your bed, on the edge as you felt how he knelt before it, his head laid in your lap. Oh, how he loved this warmth of your thighs, the soft skin his fingers dug in. He took a hand of you, wanted a soothing touch of you against his head and hair. This is what he had seen by other human couples. He wanted it.

"There is no point in seeing me." he answered you, your fingers went through his hair.   

It was like you would caress a wild predator and hoped it wouldn't bite off your hand. But behind all of that, a monster that was made to it. That barely could remember any humanity left. And yet he found it when he was with you to a certain degree.

"Well, there is one. You are the only one that sees me, really me. Maybe I just want to know who is looking at me. It would be a fair point, wouldn't it?" you asked him, still careful, but you managed to figure out how to talk with him.

"You don't even need to discuss this with me. Just keep doing your thing here, before I leave." he spoke to you, pushing his head more into your head. He seemed more depressed than usual. Less bloodthirsty.

"I-what is it what makes your heart heavy?" you then asked, brave enough to finally do, your fingers messaging his scalp as you felt how his large hands splayed out on the sides of your thighs. Before his grip went tighter. He was so conflicted.

"Gyutaro?" you spoke his name, it nearly hurt him. He liked you, really did, and he hated everything about it. He felt as he would get lost in something he couldn't control nor could he destroy.

"While you are being so soft, so pretty, have this sweet smile.... I have these jaws, crushing anyone who comes my way." he said before he let out an irritated chuckle because of his twisted nature. Nails dug in our skin, but not hard enough to draw blood.

"You did not crush me." you replied faster than you wanted, even for you, it was weird.

You never wanted to be seen, and yet he saw you, and it felt...good, actually. Maybe not healthy because of his obsession. But someone who saw you and was honest from the start with you.   

"Come on...show me, show me your pretty white jaws." you whispered, your voice innocent, yearning for a reveal so lovingly. Did he deserve to get treated so tender? Probably not. And then you felt him shift from your lap. Hands still on your thighs, he was still so large even when he knelt, and you sat on the bed, on eyesight with you. You could feel the breath from him on your skin.

"Jaws bite, they tear apart. I don't want to tear you apart." he said to you, simply being honest with himself now. He did not want to see you hurt. Not from him. Although his nature forbid that. He simply forgot he was more than just a demon. More than an upper moon rank. Underneath of all that blood, there was a soul. Just a glimpse of it. And he was reminded so painfully of it. He deserved to go to hell, although he did not regret for killing people. Taking innocent lives. But he regrets being a gruesome monster that could tear the one girl apart he wanted so bad.

You then took a deep breath, it was new for you, these things. Your small hands found the way to the shape of his face. Delicate fingers stroking over his skin. Nearly making him turn away. Still everything was dark, the only thing you always clearly saw were his eyes.

"Jaws...are sharp. But they don't have to bite when they don't want." your voice ringed in his ear. Made him stop for a moment to consider to leave.

You pulled his face just a little closer. "You are indeed stupid, aren't you? I am a demon, girl. I take what I want, not caring for feelings." he said to you, but he did not pull away. As if he wanted to make you to stop, for your sake.

"When you wouldn't care, would you not already just let me see you, before you take what you want? You care...in your way. I don't say it's good, but underneath all of that...there isn't just blood and gore." your words sounded so nice, made his breath just hitch a little.

"The line between delicate and harsh aren't always that big, even when you got these jaws." you added then and leaned in. Your soft lips brushing against his.

"Show me then where the delicate starts and the harsh stops." he whispered, yearning for this moment so long now. 

Before you kissed him in the dark. And it took him a good moment to realize. This time it was the demon who jumped nearly out of his skin. Not used to a gentle behavior towards him. Just a second, he allowed himself to feel this. Your soft lips against his, kissing him, although you were shaking. Out of fear, out of feeling? Probably both, it was creepy, but it was unique.

After this moment...it was like he was consumed. As he always wanted to consume you. Lips getting harsher, sloppier. Hands of him grabbing your waist. Before he pinned you in speed down the bed, hovering over you.

You heard a growl before he captured your lips again. Hungry and starving, for love no one ever showed him until now.

"Gyutaro." you let out, although you felt his hand on your throat then, creeping up, squeezing gently. It was not like he wanted to go far, not even knowing what he did. Not aware how consumed he was. Differently than before.   

The other large hand of him grabbed your wrist, pinned it down on the bed. So helpless, so soft. All his, finally his. All he did was going after instinct now. "So pretty... just feeling you." he murmured, squeezing your throat tighter, earning a helpless gasp from you.

Your free hand that wasn't pinned grabbed his wrist, is iron grip around your neck, was too tight. "Gyu-" you tried to say. And this was just the moment when he noticed what happened, he choked you so much he stopped your breathing. So all consumed and taking, he didn't realize.

And this was a moment...a moment he shattered by the fact he hurt you. He always resists doing this, but now? This kiss, you granted him...and he destroyed it. For him, a testament that a monster like him couldn't change. Even things he didn't want to destroy would have been slipping through his hands.

With quick movements, he let you go out of his grasp. And before you could say anything, he was gone...

He was always the one who lost, lost his life, lost his feeling, lost his control and now losing the one thing he wanted to keep so badly. Just because he couldn't comprehend. After this moment...you didn't see him for a long time.

Gyutaro decided it was best, before he even would kill you. It was sad, more than that, actually.

Making him angry. Twisted and cursed was his being...

So pure made him want to tear you apart, and the other made him want to caress your soft skin. Drying salty tears from your cheeks.

Weeks went over, many weeks you missed him in some way. Aware that this what happened didn't happened because he wanted to choke you, more because he just didn't know how to handle it. You saw a person under this, and you were sad because if this person under the demon. The man he had been. Although he was gruff, actually more than that, ready to draw blood, but he was still a person.

Right now, you were outside, walking down an alley for some errands. Although it was quite late for that. And of course something happened, a group of men, starting to follow you. No matter how much you had tried to hide yourself, they were men. They didn't care how you look or who you were, they wanted to do something bad.

And when you were around the next corner...you cried for help.

"Please..." laying on the ground, being pushed against the wall with your back. Already a fist had landed in your pretty face.

"Yeah, go on, girl. Beg us, hm?" one of them said to you while the other one hold your legs down. Your heart pounding, feeling actually lost and this time the fear you felt...it was shattering, when you met Gyutaro a real monster, you were afraid too, but just because it was a normal reaction to the unknown. This time? This was anxiety on a level, you would rather die then to endure this. Your limbs tried to break free, as one of the men opened your kimono, baring your torso to their amusement. Torment you, when they degraded you. Salty tears streamed down your face.

"Such a pretty face, with even more pretty assesses." one of them said to you, and you heard how he opened his pants. Crying and trying to break free.

It was heartbreaking to listen to the way you were hold down.

But before anything further could happen, you heard a slash and then felt a warm fluid rain on you.

A tall figure throwing the men on your right away with ease, against the next wall, this man died on the spot with a broken skull.   

Before the last man could run away, a scythe ended his life, with an easy slice through his torso, splitting him apart. You sat there against the wall, clothes torn apart. And your big eyes watched the scene with horror. What you saw was Gyutaro, finally seeing him, fully him in the lights of a streetlamp. Seeing his bony structure, the black blotches on his face and body.

He had withdrawn from you that one time. Afraid he could hurt you...you weren't even able to say anything. Still so in shock after the events.

He couldn't let this happened, when he heard your cries for help, your voice. The way your tears streamed down your face. No matter how twisted he was...for you now he would kill, and he didn't kill for humans. Just for you.

He came closer, he saw your torn open kimono, decided to grab the fabric and tug it gently back into place. The blood sprinkled on your face...and this was the moment where it broke you.

You started crying and sobbing. Too much going on. Arms of you threw around him as you hid your face in his chest. "No one draws breath again, when they touch you. Not as long as I exist." he then said, insecure a hand of him laid against the back of your head.

"I am sorry."he added, probably more because of this what he had done, when he had choked you that one time, obsessing over you. Even when he couldn't help it. But for you, in your eyes, this demon was still more human than actual people were. He saw you, when others don't.

He drew away because he didn't want anything bad to happen to you, turned against his twisted nature for once. And yet he came back to kill for you. You just shook your head, pressed your face more against him. You saw him now, and no matter how grotesque and ugly he thought he looked, for you, it was now the face that saved your life. That saved you from being an empty shell, after these men would have committed a crime to you. Who ever knows if you hadn't ended up dead.

This was the start, of a relationship, rather you, nor he really would understand. But alone, the way you clung to him now. Made him forget about the insecurity that you saw him.

"Don't be sorry. Not for that." you said your voice breaking a little, you wanted to say more, but you couldn't for now, needed to take in what had happened first.

He then gently picked you, like the fragile little thing you were. Probably you were the safest girl in the world now. No one could harm you, when Gyutaro was the one loving you, no matter how twisted and obsessed it was. You were his priority.