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Fandom: Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no yaiba
Pairing: Kokushibō x fem!Reader
Count: 1.3k
Rating: 🔞
Tags & Warnings: Multichapter, Darkfic, Angst, Ambiguity, Past Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Reincarnation, Toxic relationship, Codependency, Blood kink, Flashbacks, Kokushibō's wife, her name is Hisami, References to childbirth but nothing graphic, POV Second Person, Tsugikuni Michikatsu POV, Emotional Sex, Mild Smut, is it gratuitous yes and no, Human!Kokushibō, Kokushibō | Tsugikuni Michikatsu-centric, Sengoku Period (1467-1590), if there's anything Upper Moon One fears it's his memories
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Part I
II.
The world used to be bloodier. As he ponders this, another thought emerges: it also used to be more beautiful. But… he’s ceased caring about such things, long ago.
This is a refuge as any other since he’s roamed this world: this too-bright place with its garish nighttime illuminations. Now it bears a different name, but much has changed in four centuries, after all.
And yet… as he kneels on the roof, the moat around what was once Fukashi Castle is still here, the surrounding verdant scenery and mountains are yet present. The still waters mouthing at the structure are a black void, offering an upside-down image of the building with its crow-like wings and the bright red bridge leading up to it—the image of an alternate dimension.
He tries to ease into the world beyond, and fails. His thoughts ripple and churn in an endless mill.
Why now?
Of all the times and all moments past, why did it have to be now that he remembered? A half-forgotten memory made flesh, one that forced a shameful retreat with nothing but words and questions and an achingly familiar face.
A shift. Upper Rank One opens his eyes.
“Why are you here?”
The newcomer nonchalantly sits on the roof close to him, crossing his legs. “Greetings, Kokushibo-dono, I hope you’re having a peaceful night?”
Kokushibo says nothing. He’s not once humored any of the others that man has brought into the fold, nor does he intend to begin. Things are fine as they stand.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’!” Doma chimes, his long, pointed nails twirling a lock of silver hair. “I must say, you certainly know how to choose your dwelling places, Kokushibo-dono, the scenery is marvelous!” the upbeat tone continues.
“Doma.”
Upper Rank Two looks his way with his bright, rainbow eyes, snapping his fingers. “Oh yes, to the point, right. Well, I wanted to report a strange, or, no!—a rather intriguing event! Quite recent.”
Kokushibo rises to his feet. He gazes up at the sky, gripping the handle of his sheathed blade.
“A very interesting person stumbled into my temple, you see,” Doma continues, speaking with that everlasting smile plastered on his face, a bit faster now for fear of losing his audience. “With a very interesting story besides! A pretty young lady, if I may say so. She’d heard of me and how so many people trust me with their woes and troubles, she said, which was rather sweet of her. She did tell me right off that she most certainly did not believe in ‘this sort of thing’, not until recently at least, but she had the most peculiar story and did not know where to go!”
“Why does this concern me?”
“Because—and here lies the most curious part—she thought she was being haunted, Kokushibo-dono! Either that, or she was going insane. And as you know, I do not believe ghosts exist.”
Because you are empty of feeling or memory.
“... but she was so distraught, and I’d fed recently, thus I decided to oblige her instead of eating her.”
A curious tremor runs up his spine. “I have no time for this.”
“Wait, wait! Now comes the intrigue: it did not take much to compel her to speak in the greatest of detail, after all human minds are so feeble. She described this… ‘ghost’ to me. She said…” He ponders, as though trying to remember. “She said it was a man, who looked like a samurai from ages past. He had long, dark hair, and not one but three pairs of burning eyes! She said he disappeared, and might not return, but did not know what to do in case he did. Isn’t that interesting, Kokushibo-dono? Where ever would a mortal get such a notion?”
“Say what you mean.”
“Far from me to meddle in my upper's business and I don't know if it’s someone who escaped, or why. But... I do know we are not to reveal ourselves to mortals and… well, I believe she will return to the temple, I made an exquisite impression, and promised to do some research.” Doma’s shining gaze melts to a dark, bloody crimson. “Would you like me to... handle this situation for you, Kokushibo-dono?”
His teeth are grinding. He’s never been so inept as to not gauge an enemy’s ways, and beneath those fake airs Upper Rank Two hides a ruthlessness and ambition that might have been admirable, were it not so honorless. “What I would like, Doma... is for you to get out of my sight.”
Doma appears stricken for a breath, but the smile returns like a beacon, and his eyes regain their multicolored luster. “Apologies if I’ve offended you, I only thought you’d like to be made aware of—”
“... leave.”
The demon claps his hands together and stands with an elegant flourish. “As you wish. Until next time.”
After Doma makes himself scarce, he kneels again. His gaze sweeps over the inky moat, the silent mountains in the far distance. He closes his eyes.
There is no thought to waste on this. None of it matters, none of it should. If anyone is foolish enough to step into Doma's territory... then that is their fate.
None of it matters.
In all honesty, he hadn’t expected it to be this way. The union of clans through marriage and strengthening of social ties he always saw as an upcoming duty to fulfill, but in him brims a new kind of contentment when you lean against his shoulder, the simple intimacy of your body warmth at his side: the comfort of having someone to hold.
The marriage ceremony has concluded days before, and he feels… relief. The sake you shared was on your lips that night, and his cheeks flush as he recalls what followed.
“I like the musicality of it.”
Michikatsu looks at you, an eyebrow raised, running slender fingers over the flute in his hand. He nuzzles your neck, smiling. “More than the koto?”
You twirl a dark lock of his hair between your fingers. “Is that strange to you?”
You’ve known each other since childhood. You’d always been a part of his life, and with fondness he remembers the many escapades through the hills, the passion in your eyes as you raced after him to the despair of your minders, your bruised knees when you fell after a dare.
“I thought you knew by now, that nothing about you is strange to me, Hisami.”
You hum, shifting your weight so he has no choice but to lie down on the futon, his arms around your waist. This closeness feels complete, irreplaceable. He knows this, perhaps he always did.
“So, will you?” you murmur, a teasing finger tracing his lips. “Will you teach me how to play?”
His body tenses at the slight touch, sweet fever melting his senses. Michikatsu buries his face against your neck, breathing in your scent. “Will you have the patience for it?” He knows you, he knows every expression on your face and what it means, the exact places your skin is marked by barely discernible scars from your covert adventures years past.
Your voice bears the slightest reproach, your fingers sifting through his hair, along his scalp, and shudder after shudder races through his nerves. “Do you think so little of me, my husband?”
Your words, though soft, cut him like a blade. It is the first time you refer to him as such, and the sudden, renewed urge to honor and protect and have you overwhelms him. It feels like waking from a shallow dream, the pale imitation of a former existence. The emptiness, the stubborn feeling of inadequacy gripping his mind like pinchers, the restlessness of not knowing a clear path or choosing a purpose are all forgotten, drowned in the murmur of your voice and the urgent beats of your heart against his chest. He tastes the word on your lips, relishing the soft gasps it yields.
“Well?” you ask, eyes closing as he grazes your lower lip with his teeth.
“How about… you let me show you what I think…” he says, a trembling hand grasping your hip.
The sheen of your smile agrees, and he will not—cannot—begrudge you this defeat.
Author note
The name 'Hisami' depending on how it's written can mean 久藤珠 - 'long lasting wisteria gem' or 久藤美 - 'long lasting wisteria beauty'.
Fukashi Castle was the original name of Matsumoto Castle, whose origins go back to the Sengoku period when the Tsugikuni brothers would have lived.
Part III
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Ten of the Most Amazing Castles From Around the World
Ten of the Most Amazing Castles From Around the World
Here in the UK castles are two a penny. You can’t turn the corner without there being one hiding up a lane somewhere. But today we are not after the common castles, today we are taking a look at ten of the most amazing castles from around the world. From the biggest to the smallest and a few other surprises…
Ten of the Most Amazing Castles From Around the World
Molly’s Castle,
UK
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Said to be the smallest in the UK this is pretty much a small family home than a full castle, but it is officially classed as one. A castle is classed as “a private fortified residence of a lord or noble.” In this castle once lived Edward Blore who designed and help build Buckingham Palace! Its almost as small as these houses!
Predjama Castle, Slovenia
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Built actually inside the mouth of a cave in south-central Slovenia, its name means “the castle in front of the cave” and was built around the 12th century and done in a Gothic style.
Prague Castle, Czech Republic
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Some people will tell you that this is the worlds largest castle, the Guinness Book of Records is one of them! But when it comes to land area this castle only just makes it into the top 3! Still, its pretty impressive nether the less.
Malbork Castle, Poland
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Unlike Prague Castle, this castle is most probably the largest in the world. With 143,591 square meters or land compared to 66,761 square meters, it is almost 3 times the size! But who I am to argue with Guinness Book of Records!?
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Castle Stalker, UK
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Said to be one of Argyll’s most romantic castles it is located on a small rock island to the north of Port Appin and was gifted to King James IV as a hunting lodge! It makes you wonder what they were hunting!
Neuschwanstein Castle, Germany
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This is one of three royal palaces built for Louis II (Mad King Ludwig) of Bavaria. Set within the Bavarian Alps it sits high above the Pullat River gorge and was the first castle in the world to have flushable toilets!
Corvin Castle, Romania
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You would be forgiven for thinking this castle looks a little creepy as it was indeed once a prison for none other than Dracula! In truth, Vlad III of Wallachia never truly drank blood but is said to have a thirst for it in a punishment/retribution kind of way.
Bodiam Castle, UK
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This sandstone castle has been passed down through several generations of the Dalyngrigge family and its famous for its classic large moat that at the time was an almost impenetrable layer of defence.
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Matsumoto Castle, Japan
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Locals tend to call this the “Crow Castle” thanks to its black exterior. It was founded during the Sengoku Period and was ruled by the Takeda clan and back then it was originally called Fukashi Castle.
Caerlaverock Castle, UK
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You can count the number of triangular castles in the world on one hand and this is one of them. Plus it has a small triangular moat to go with it! built in the 13th century it was once owned by the Maxwell family. A very impressive castle indeed and a good view from all 3 sides!
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