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thebottomfromhell · 2 months ago

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Ok, the inbox description was a bit too long, as it was a description of the character, so here we have @chall-enge

Link to Character's sheet.

OC (Akuma) meeting some Uppermoons

Warnings: Excesive use of violence, Mentioned cannibalism, Slight Manga Spoilers (Akaza).

Kokushibou:

He is pretty sure the system has radically changed, but Kokushibou does remember that the slayers have healers. The uniform is completely different, though, but he recognizes it from some healers he stumbled upon some years ago. They are no less in danger than the swordsmen of the same organization, specially if the slayer they went to help turn out already dead. And so he knows that Akuma is a traitor like him. "You should stop wearing that uniform, it's deceitful from your new nature." He speaks up, he finds this Akuma rather... improper. "Oh, like you have some room to talk, pretending to be a slayer with that sword." He is nothing but proven right.

"Do not talk back to me, there is a hierarchy that shall not be disturbed nor disrespected." He states as a matter of fact, not lettings his voice show anger or annoyance, just superiority. And Akuma hates it. Who does this guy think he is? Well... he is Upper Moon One, but that shouldn't mean anything! This guy can't tell him what to wear! And of course Akuma is not scared or intimidates at all! None at all! None- "Or what?" He spats before he thinks, and his first thought after that is that maybe, just maybe, he should not be angering the only demon who, to his knowledge, has a nichirin blade. "I will express myself again, do not disturb and disrespect the hierarchy. Do not disturb or disrespect me. Don't forget yourself, nor who you are talking to."

Maybe Akuma is suicidal, as he can feel Kokushibou's power, he can sense he has the older demon's attention. There is a calmness into that stare, but also... some tics waiting to explode. He can tell, Mr.. Hierarchy here isn't as calm, as perfect, as he wants to pretend to be. He is actively trying to keep himself in check, and most would take it as a clue to behave. Akuma wants to keep pushing botons, perhaps not to make him snap (he would survive that), but to take that ego, that self-control, and use it to put himself above Upper Moon One. "So I repeat myself. Or what?" There are a few seconds of silence, as he uses all his courage to not run. In the end, Kokushibou sighs and starts walking away.

He almos can't believe it, all that bravado and the guy just ran away! The most powerful demon is running away from him! "What? Is Upper Moon One scared of a nobody like me? Well, you should! Take what you deserve for being a prick! Not so tough, are you?" This moment is so euphoric he let's his mouth run free. Upper Moon One is running away from him! He is- why did he stop? From the long distance Kokushibou stops and turn around, hand in the tilt of his sword. He is not actually going to- "Go no kata: Geppaku Saika." Amd withoit a swing of the sword the attack moves forward toward Akume, and yes. He knows when is time to back off. No, he is not running away, he just had enough of being childish. No, he is not screaming. He is not, really.

Douma:

Akuma didn't know what to expect when he found out that one of the uppermoons had a mansion... and servants... and food stash... and a cult that reveared him. He just had to go and se it and- what the hell?! Why does this guy get to have so much?! He has been checking out and so far this "Douma-sama" doesn't do anything at all! Really, Akuma has to work his ass to get some meals and find shelter, but this Douma get's everything for just existing! "At least I am not a spoiled brat..." He tells himself. He works hard for his things, he does! (Not really, it's not given but he does has it particulary easy for a demon.) "Who is a spoiled brat, then?"

What the hell?! When did he get behind Akuma?! Right now Douma is grabbing him by the shoulders, making the younger demon trash out of the hold. "Don't touch me!" The demon with the rainbow eyes, in fact, does not let him go, looking unbothered and unfazed to the other's struggle. "How funny, you sound like Akaza-dono! Could it be that you were talking about me? He does have the tendency to be very aggressive and hurtful towards me over anyone else." He keeps that empty smile as the colorful eyes become fixated, like a cat watching a little bird.

"Gee, no wonder why. Stop being a creep and let me go!" Akuma considers using his demon blood art to get out or to attack him, specially as he can't break free, so he decides to give draining tears a try, but mere seconds after the piercing sob comes out of his mouth, it's covered by the other demon's hand when he was about to run after being let go by the shock. "Now, now, what an ugly noise. I have enough with my followers, don't give me those pathetics sounds. All I want is a friendly conversation!" With that said, he breaks breaks and dislocates the jad by squeezing the bone and moving it forcefully, using the grip to make sure it doesn't heal back. "Now, how about we are kinder to one another? Promise me you will behave from now on?" Douma uses a finger of his free hand to clean the blood in his ear as if it was wax.

While he doesn't sound angry, or even annoyed, there is a sharpness at the end of his tone, something threatening, dangerous. Akuma tries to break free several times, from biting and scratching gl acqua blades and water hideaways, but all seems useless against this demon, who doesn't let him do anything in his grasp. On the contraty, the more Akuma tries, the more he is hurt. "Let me repeat myself. Promise to behave from now on? I will release if you do." Seemingly no other option, red from embarrasment, the youger demon nods. "Excelent! I am glad we could get along! Come here, new friend! Let me invite you some food!" Akuma just watches, half disgusted and half confused. What is wrong with this guy? But... he offered free food. "Sure... "friend"... My name is Akuma." After that, he just stops listening to Douma, who maybe isn't so bad. Free food is free food, after all.

Akaza:

Akaza hates being around demons, only dealing with the king himself and the other Kizuki when he has to, but he has never being afraid of showing how does he feels about them, even with all the respect he has for his master (after all, in the end Akaza just feels that for him. Respect. Nothing more.) Of course, than doesn't meam he can't stumble across other demons, specially when looking for the Blue Spider Lily. In that search, Japan has been so big yet so small at the same time, of course he is always meant to find both demons and slayers alike. "Get out of my way." He says to the weakling in front of him, when those are demons.

"Excuse me?" Akuma can't believe the disrespect! Not only the words, but the stare is also antagonizing (if not intimidating...). He can see the rank in the eyes, and even without it, he could already tell by the preassure in the air alone that this is an Uppermoon. Still, Akuma is not someone who backs away the second things get scary. He is not going to get bullied by a -"tattoed striper who believes himself on top of the world!" He can see the veins popping on the other's forehead, neck, and part of the naked shoulders, besides that and the hatred in the eyes, the older demon remains unmoving. "You don't deserve the slightliest of respect. Now scram before I treat you like you deserve!"

Akuma knows he is digging his own grave, this demon doesn't look patient or willing to let anything slide. Trying not to look like a coward doing so, he takes one step back to position his feet better in case he has to run. "Just what is your problem? I didn't do anything to you!" That only seems to anger the other demon more. "You, weaklings, are my problem! Cowards who use dirty tricks because you can't fight fare and square!" And Akuma is offended. How dare this guy say he can't win by his own?! A wounded pride makes the demon act before thinking, clawing at Akaza's face. Or at least trying, as the Uppermoon just grabs hia wrist on the process the the most empty yet hated loaded expresion, if that is even possible, that Akuma has seen hia whole life. One hand movement and Akuma's forearm if thrown away, the rest of the body staying in place. "I don't want to waste my time, I am on a mission. This is your last chance. Run. Away. Or I'll beat you up so badly you still won't have limbs to hide once the sun arrives."

There is a heated threat into it, even if he speaks so coldly. His arms is starting the process of healing as Akuma takes some steps back. - "Ok, ok. Yeah... I mean... sorry for offending you?" It's more a question than an actual apology, Akuma doesn't care about the other demon's sensitivities, but he is aware of the game of fuck around and find out he was just playing. Pride means something if he is dead, but he will definetely get back at the Upper Three the second he get's the chance. "See you around..." He says before running away, biting his lip to not speak as he hears Akaza spit with disgust. "Pathetic." He really hates this guy, it's mutual.

Gyutaro (ft. Daki):

You know what sucks the most about being a demon? Most would say dying by the sun, but Akuma calls that a skill issue. He says that the worst part of it is the lack of luxuries and pleasures one can have. Like right now he is at the Red Light district. No money for nice company and show, and even if he had, he can't savour a good drink and food. What a waste! WHAT A WASTE! Well, at least he could take advantage that he is already here and take some dinner. He was already contemplating his options when he hears a female voice behind him, witch is rare because he is on a roof. "Oi, what do you think you are doing? This is my territory, you can't hunt here, you ugly freak." He can sense who she is... but what in hell is her problem? There is so many people here, why can't he eat one or two?

"Yeah? Well, at least I have clothes!" And he has stated it kindly. "Excuse me?" There is anger in her voice, and her face is the most disgusted one he has ever since, full of hatred and contempt. "No! You are not excused! Dressing like that AND bullying minor ranks, no decency! No decency!" And no, he doesn't "bully" weaker demons, he just shows them the fact that he is better, cuz he is! Meanwhile this "kizuki" doesn't look more like a petty, bra-"tty bastard child!" The other demon seems red and about to explode when Akuma feels a hot breath hebind his neck. "Ne... Wanna say that again to my face?"

Akuma turns around and... ok... this one is scarier... but also very ugly. He was about to say something when the uppermoon grabs him by the mouth and raises him in the air with one hand. Akuma wasn't scared even a minute of it, he swears, as he uses his acqua blades by instict to cut the other demon's arm. The second Upper Six... just lets it happen, and before the younger demon can try to speak again he is stepped over by Gyutaro, who digs a hole in his back with his foot. " Ne... I think you have something to say to my sister. Don't you?" Ok, ok, ok, Akuma knows he is meant to apologize. He.. "Wait? You are siblings? You look nothing alike!" How in hell? They do both share a really bad attitude, but- but-... She is so pretty! And he is so ugly! You would never see Akuma related to someone with the likes of him!

"Got a problem with that? Ne?" If possible, the voice sounds even more threatening. "No! No, of course not! But... are you siblings-siblings or just "I percieve the other as a sibling" or a brotherhood thing..." Can their kin even have siblings? Why did nobody tell him this earlier. Another stomp in his back, this time making him cough blood. "Silence! Ne. I like how pathetic you look, so I will let you go this time if you apologize to my sister and leave. Ne?" Daki complains, but Gyutaro has none of it. The rest goes in a flash, since he only had to say the word and... they were gone....

Why dis he even thought comming here would be a good idea? He can't enjoy anything here! What a waste, WHAT A WASTE!

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thebottomfromhell · 1 year ago

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If it's okay can I please ask for a platonic yandere daki

With a kianna reader

Like say she meets her as one of her hairdressers like say she does her makeup and hair and brings her kimonos but she clearly sees the little girl doesn't trust her and it simply doing as she's told

And at first she doesn't think much of the little girl other than she's pretty and useful but over time she starts to isolate her from everyone else except her brother and well get angry when the little girl isn't right by her side or is separated from her without a reason

By the way thank you for tagging me and she's an OC of mine you can find more information about her on my page here on Tumblr and I hope this request doesn't sound weird and you can add anything to the request if you want

Ok, this was a long time ago. Sorry for the wait.

This was a hard one, not gonna lied. I can't see Daki really liking a child around, much less wanting to keep one to herself.

Platonic!Yandere!Daki for requested child OC

Warnings: Mentioned child prostitution, Child labor, Child abuse/bullying (with Daki depends on perspective), Implied child molestation/grooming (it's actually something else but I understand the way it comes off), Yandere behavior, Open ending,

Kianna is young, way too young to actually be here. It's not weird that other courtesans dislike her for that. She doesn't have the experience, nor enough training, to be here, even as a hairdresser. The second she gets handed to the main Oiran of the house, the motive is clear, it's not a raise, they want to get rid of her. But what could they do? Nobody wanted to take care of her, everyone was to busy. To think she was actually found by a recent Kibuki actor, who lesft her here thinking her face and obedience would be enough for her to stay. After all, he found her not so far of the district, homeless, and she hadn't said anything when he brought her, bathed her, clothed her with proper robes he had from when he was younger, ate what he gave her... but he couldn't take care of her. What if some clients thought she was his? That would ruin him! No matter how much pity he felt, it was not worth their career. Every woman and man so far has been thinking the same.

That woman, Yatamahime, is famous for having her servants and hairdresses mistreated, to the point some even leave the household to beg on the streets, others dissapear without a trail. But Kianna is too young to leave as well, the same way she is too young to actually be useful, they all know that.

But why would they care? She is pretty and has some sort of potential, but she is a child in a world where the least mouth to feed the better. "What is a child doing in here? I have no business with this brat!" The Oiran herself despises kids, she only lets a selected group of both extremely beautiful and extremely talented to get around her things without repercutions, and most of the time that is only during festivals, if not, she can't stand them. Kianna can tell she is already disliked, she can tell nobody wants her around, but she doesn't show any reaction to it, beside grinding her teeth under her closed mouth.

A servant explains to Yatamahime that they would be leaving the child under "her care", and the eyes of the experienced courtesan change of color from the rage for a second as she leans her head to the side, frowning. She looks disgusted, about to kill someone, she looks at the servant first "Get out!" The servant does, relieved of both getting rid of the girl and getting out unharmed. "Now you give me a reason why I shouldn't just discard you right now! What does a little girl like you has to offer to someone like me?! You barely make a snack. Too old to train and too young to serve! You are nothing but a waste here!"

Kianna just looks at her, she reminds her of the monsters at home, for some reason. The scoldings of the church, the ones she always wanted to leave so badly. The thirsty yet cruel eyes of the nobles who smelled like dead, who looked as her as if she had some cake in her hands. Yatamahime is awful, Kianna hates it, but she doesn't know what to do about it. So she frowns frustrated, eyes wet and red, but not crying. She can't. "Oe....What's with that face? Is there something you want to say, brat?" The girl doesn't answer the Oiran, the knot in her throat doesn't let her, even when she sees the taller figure raising her hand to hit her. "You DARE disrespecting-" she stops before actually hitting Kianna, who braces herself for the impact.

They both look surprised, Kianna because not matter the abuse she has gone through already, she has never hit before. Yatamahime on the other hands has slightly softer, but also annoyed, eyes as her hand trembles. "GO OUTSIDE! YOU WILL SLEEP IN THE CORRIDOR TONIGHT!" The Oiran screams at the top of her lungs, and surprising herself the girl runs to the corridor, hugging her legs on a corner, as she listens, wanting to know what happened. And what will happen now.

As she falls asleep due the exhaustion caused by the stress, she can hear two voices from Yamatahime's door. "Ne... she is so young, she is a girl. She is younger than you were before.... ne..." It's a disgusting voice, sick and tired, but Kianna can kin to it for a moment, so she can't even think it's weird there is a second voice inside. Maybe she is dreaming it. "Before I what?! I don't want her! Why stopping me from getting rid of her?!" Yamatahime's voice sounds a bit more childish, but again, she is tired, she is probably imagining things. "Just... don't kill her, ne... don't let her burn, ne. Please." And Kianna doesn't hear anymore.

The next weeks she stays with Yamatahime, who constantly scolds her, berates her, for not baing able to pick the best robes, the best haircombs, to not be able to do the knots correctly. The Oiran even left her help her at her hair once, something pretty, she was told, and stopped her before she got the pompadour hairstyle, the older figure knowing it would lead to some curly hair later. It was clear that Kianna did not know the japanese esthetic, not knowing the symbols, cultural etiquette, or the expectations. Of course she doesn't, she is from Europe! She barely knows the language, how is she supposed to know everything? To change her style?

Yatamahime got angry easily, way too fast, it's a miracles she hasn't hit her already, when the Oiran clearly wanted to several times. But she always stopped, even though it looked mostly as if something was physically doing so for her, as she always got annoyed when it happened. It's a nightmare to be with this woman... but, unlike in the streets, she has a roof over her head, is well fed (even if the food tastes weird for her, always sticky rice with some over-seasoned or under-seasoned protein, depending on the case. Not that she ever complained about it), she has a futon where she sleeps (she hates sleeping on the floor. Where are the beds? She has seen all the rooms Yatamahime goes during her shift and not even the bosses have any) and has a good set of robes (again, not right in her taste, but not complaining at all).

It takes her some months for her to start learning correctly, the Oiran is not impressed with the time it took, but it is ok, she guesses. Kianna buyed enough time to reach her 13 years old, so getting rid of her was pausible. Due her pretty face, Yatamahime actually was offered to take her off her care... only to realize... "What's the point? I'm already used to have her here. She works for me. You didn't want her less than a year ago? Don't come begging to use her now that you can make profit of it."

Now, Yatamahime was never... nice, exactly, on the contrary, she kept Kianna on a leash, controlling her every move. Doesn't let her talk with others (not that Kianna wants to, but she would like to at least feel like she has a choice) or work with anyone else, not even her favorite hairdressers and maids, doesn't let her go outside, not even at night when the Oiran herself basically banishes from thin air and comes back with that same smell those nobles always came with. She doesn't try to hit the girl anymore and scolds her a lot less, even praises her from time to time, but... but it's still not what she wants, she is still not free at all.

"Why?" Kianna asks one night as she is helping the Oiran with the knots of the back of her kimono. She can trust the older figure won't be harming her for it, so she asks. ""Why" what?" The girl doesn't know how to explain herself further, but everything is just so odd. Yatamahime sighs tired before turning her hand to pet, rather violently, Kianna's head. "Don't go around wasting words if you can't ask a question correctly. Now finish quickly, I have an important client today. I want you here when I come back." Kianna still hates it here.

She doesn't want to go home, never home, but she would at least like to be back to Europe, back to the climates she knows, the foods she likes, the style she adores. Not here, where no matter how long it passes she can't bring herself to trust her surroundings or anyone in it. Maybe it is for the best that she is left alone in the dark room (Yatamahime never let's the sunlight even touch her personal chambers) and only taken out when needed to do something, she wouldn't know what to even do around others.

Then again, complaining or expressing her opinion would only get her in trouble, would it not? Sometimes she thinks about attempting to leave to the streets again, but... she can't bring herself to it. She is just not built for that kind of life. This one, where is is well taken care of in exchange of making sure she looks pretty and quiet, like a doll, is more fit for her. "You should be grateful I took you in, you know? With this fragile body, easily sick and hurt, anyone could kill you and take advantage of you." Yamatahime's soft voice told her one day she was in good humour, and decided to do Kainna's hair. "You barely know how to make yourself look presentable, how were you supposed to survive in a world like this? Even outside the red lighted streets you would have only being able to be prey in a world of hunters. It's only a matter of time for humans to meet their place as such. The ugly ones, worthless and useless, are discharged. The pretty ones will find a place within the powerful ones. You are lucky to be a pretty one."

Kianna lives her life, not minding when other girls and even some boys go missing, including those who also work under the main Oiran. She doesn't mind those days there is red ink on the walls or floors even knowing what it is and where is from. She doesn't mind when Yatamahime decides to make a change on the routine. "You know, you are very lucky indeed. To think you will have a chance like this, of not dying old, ugly and useless. I will not be able to keep Yatamahime's rol for much longer, and I plan to take you with me." Her hair gets loose, flower-like marks appear in her face, her eyes become green with kanji over them. Because of her distance, their size and her lack of experience with the language, Kianna can't tell what they mean. "How many humans can say they belong to the Upper Moon Six without being their dinner? Make sure to thank Onii-chan for letting you live and stay for so long."

Kianna still hates it, though.

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