#leaves more than just tanjiro and giyuu to fight akaza

[nerosdayinanime]

wait. random idea. Pathetic(blame candy) muzan & kokushibo are exes from Centuries ago and he has Complaints hed like to talk about w him but all hes getting to now is Nakime. hes so sick of his bullshit and just enduring it and goes to kagaya like 'i have to kill kibutsuji. ill help you kill him & the other upper moons just PLEASE im so sick of this shit. i need to kill him' 'well you arent killing me so ill give you the benefit of doubt-'

since they broke up he's hacked at the curse to the point he can snap it Whenever without muzan noticing, he finally did so & went to kagaya bc he can Feel shit's gonna pick up soon. he has his memories but he Ignores Them bc hes ashamed and kinda projecting it onto muzan. he has to kill muzan to kill his shame kinda fucked up coping mechanism yk?

the hashira try to kill him On Sight together but he calmly deflects everything while explaining hes working with them to kill kibutsuji. reluctant acceptance with the note from kagaya giving him a pass. most of them fully believe its a trap tho.

koku seeing tanjiro & his earrings and starting to approach, giyuu already has his blade lodged in his neck as a warning/threat & tanjiro staring at him in shock like 'HUH?? THE MAN FROM MY DREAMS?? HES A DEMON NOW? WAIT WHATS HE DOING HERE-'

[muzansfangs]

Guilty pleasure.

Starring: Muzan x f!reader; Douma x f!reader; Akaza x f!reader Giyuu x f!reader; mention to Shinobu x Giyuu; Zenitsu, Nezuko, Tanjiro, Inosuke, Sabito, Daki, Nakime mentioned;

Warnings: mention to nsfw, language, grief, mourning, paranoia, conflicting feelings, hangover, possessiviness, yandere behavior, mention to body horror, stalking, brute behavior, jealousy;

Plot: dealing with a terrible hangover, you come across the news of what had happened yesterday night. Muzan interrupting your research though only make you remember that you could not trust him. The temptation to somehow defend yourself and your heart from him begin you arise and you find yourself swimming in the grey sea of paranoia and questionable actions. In the meanwhile, Giyuu is saying goodbye to his old friend and, now, more than ever, he needs you.

MASTERLIRST | PRIVIOUS CHAPTER | NEXT CHAPTER

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BURY A FRIEND.

"Before you start questioning my appearence, I had a bad dream, yeah. Like, I fucking thought I made out with Kokushibo" you grumbled, hands tightly wrapped around your warm mug as you scrunched up your face for the bad headache you were currently experiencing.

You surely had learnt your lesson. Never drink that much again, not for a man anyway.

Your body ached, as you tried to discern reality from the blurry imagines pestering your mind. You just remembered one thing: you had drunk that much because Muzan had not showed up at your date. It was foolish to hurt yourself like that for someone like him, but maybe you had started to let him in. How could you not? His charm and mannerism would have not left anyone indifferent. Not even you.

Akaza almost choked on his coffee, his eyes widening even so slightly as he coughed at your revelation "It sounds like the intro of a scary movie" he simply commented, leaning against the kitchen counter, as he locked eyes with you.

"It is. The cherry on top was the argument with the white-haired bitch..." you added, pinching the bridge of your nose and wincing softly for the sharp pain in your head. You needed a pain killer, there was no doubt about it.

"Douma?" Akaza inquired, quirking his eyebrows up questioningly.

You chuckled softly, shaking your head and hopping down from the stool you were sitting on "The other bitch" you clarified and, judging by Akaza's knowing look, he immediately realized who you were talking about.

"Oh, she's about to come and grab her coffee. Girls fight?" he asked, an amused grin crossing his lips as you stared at him horrified by the news. With all the stuff you had to do that morning, the last thing you needed was bumping into her again, therefore you were quick to wave your hand at him and walk back towards your room.

Drawing your phone from the back pocket of your jeans, you checked the news. Among more gossip about Muzan and the mysterious girl he helped out at the park, your attention was caught by a specific breaking news.

"BOMBS IN THE UBUYASHIKI INDUSTRY: FOUR VICTIMS FOUND ON THE SCENE".

You were about to click on the link, when someone behind you cleared his throat and you hastily locked the screen in panic, your grip on the phone almost slipping. Whipping your head towards the direction of the voice, your eyes met Muzan's ones. He was already dressed to leave, his outfit impeccable as per usual, his expression somehow softer than what you were used to. Maybe, he was about to apologize for having stood you out at the restaurant. Your sharp tongue obviously did not miss the chance to taunt him about it.

"You've been a jerk" you said, folding your arms over your chest and showing off a forced smile.

Muzan quirked his eyebrow up "Oh, good morning to you too" he replied, not moving an inch from where he was standing. His plum red eyes travelled attentively up and down your frame, assessing that you were probably about to leave too.

"Well, you said you wanted to really try to court me. Having your First in Command attend the date you had planned for us at your place was kind of a turn off" you punctuated, narrowing your eyes at him as you motioned to enter your room.

His voice, however, made you halt.

"That's why I have taken the morning off from my duties. I would like to spend some quality time with you. No guards around, no one to disturb us. Just you and I" he explained, sounding genuine despite his monotone tone of voice. This was weird. Yet, it was surely a good way to make amend. The bastard surely knew how to play his cards right.

You cocked your head to the side, your foreteeth sinking onto your bottom lip as you let his words sink in. You were still kind of puzzled by it, but you could not help the soft smile stirring on your face. You were up for it. This relationship, fake or real, had to work. Was there even a better way of acting natural around your partner than settling down and spending time together?

"What exactly are you planning, Muzan?" you asked him, leaning your shoulder against the closed door and staring up at him in curiosity.

The raven-haired politician straightened his black satin tie and locked eyes with you once again "I want to know you better, that's all" he declared.

You parted your lips in disbelief, but it did not last long, as your eyes narrowed and you decided to simply ask him the main question that had been haunting you throughout the night "Where were you yesterday night?" you asked him, mouth unnaturally dry for the fear of receiving an answer you would have not liked.

What if he was with Daki, or Nakime?

Your stomach churned at that thought, your heart thrumming in your chest while you waited for him to answer you. You found it odd how the possibility of him spending the night with another woman irked you more than the idea of him plotting crimes. Perhaps, your subconscious had come to terms with the fact that he was a criminal. But a cheater, well, it was a whole other story.

"I attended a poker night with some gentlemen in some private club. I brought Douma and Nakime with me and that's the till receipt. Feel free to call the club, if you do not trust me" he answered, no hesitation in his voice as he pulled a small piece of paper from his wallet and handed it to you.

He knew how to lie and he did not have to think twice to do it. In his head, this was the rightest thing he could do. Why? He wanted to protect you, it was obvious, but probably the answer to the fatal question implied by that concept made his own veins shiver. Who did he want to keep you safe from?

The answer was plain and simple: from himself.

When you then grasped that piece of paper and your gaze flicked up to meet his one, he knew he had tricked you. He did not like the idea of playing with you like that, leaving you completely oblivious of his nefandous actions, but he could have not stood to see you staring at him the way you did when he had killed your father before your eyes. What if he triggered something in your mind and you remembered? What if you ran away from him?

You could not run from him.

"Oh, I see. — you said, as you read the name of the club printed on the small, creased rectangular paper — You know, I would have come with you, if you had asked me to. I totally suck at playing cards games, but I know how to behave" you reasoned, your stomach churning once again at the thought that getting involved with him was living with constant trust issues.

He was not lying now, was he? He had given you evidence of where he was and, you even had the club name as a reference, in case you wanted to check on his alibi.

He was about to take the receipt back, your hand stretched out to hand it to him, when the sound of Douma's voice rang in your ears and Muzan turned around to face him. It was right in that moment that the devil on your shoulder, whispering wicked melodies to you, began to chant his plan in your ear.

As Douma waved his hand at you, you smiled at him, but you did not listen to any word coming out of his or Muzan's mouth, for what could matter. All you were focused on was Muzan's back facing you as Douma showed him something from a tablet. It was the perfect timing. You glanced at the phone in your left hand, checking if it was mute, before swallowing down forcefully.

Do it. Check it. Prove him wrong.

Your headache was almost getting worse, as you tried to fight back the malicious intent to investigate further. What would you have done, if you somehow succeeded in solving the puzzle? This was not you, this was not your style. You were not this person, were you? Plotting a vendetta was not in your plan, just like falling in love with such a morally grey man.

But, apparently, living in a house in which the most innocent inhabitant was a stalker taking compromising pictures of people and doing wax play on his colleague's bed was affecting you.

As you glanced at the club's name alluring you to become a 'spy', you did it. Yielding to your impulse, you took a quick picture of the receipt and exhaled, after locking the screen of your phone once again. You had taken the first step in becoming a psychotic moon too. The thrill of having done something like that right under Muzan's nose felt almost exciting, almost as if you were the one in charge this time.

"No. I will personally accompany her to buy the dress for the Gala. Cancel all of my meetings for tomorrow evening" Muzan said then, snapping you out of your stream of consciousness and reminding you of the big day in which you have probably been announced as Muzan's new official flame.

As Muzan glanced back at you, his dark eyebrow up as you stared at him with the face of a toddler listening to her parents talking about her, you flashed him a thin-lipped smile and pretended nothing had happened.

Douma hummed and cocked his head to the side, his eyes locking with yours as you started to feel a little discomfort at the thought that, the last time you met him, he had witnessed to you moaning like a pornstar while riding Muzan. You needed to get out of that situation and you ended up saying the first thing that came to your mind.

"Douma, I'm glad to see your nose is no more swollen" you noted, hinting at the punch your soon to be husband had kindly delivered to him in the parking lot.

"Ah, you're so sweet, sweetheart! My nose has gone back to be pretty!" Douma beamed, winking at you, only for Muzan to dart his plum red homicidal eyes back on him in contempt.

"Leave, unless you'd like to get plastic surgery this time" Muzan flatly stated, as you felt your jaw go slack in utter shock for what he had just said.

The eerie silence swallowing the corridor made you question if Muzan really meant every word he had said. Of course, he did. He had not hesitated to punch Douma right away in tha past and he surely had done far way more deranged things to people. You did not comprehend why it was still kind of hard for you to picture him covered in someone else's blood. Maybe it was because you were catching feelings for him, or because you would have loved him to be a better man.

As Douma shrugged and turned his back at you two to leave, you sighed and nudged Muzan's ribs in irritation "Oi, was this really necessary?" you flatly asked him, furrowing your brows and grasping his hand to slap the receipt onto his palm not so gently.

Muzan towered over you, his eyes reduced to two slits now, while he closed his hand in a fist a dropped his arm down his side. His free hand reached up, grasping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, before leaning down and kissing you slowly.

Your eyes widened even so slightly, your lips moving in sync with his ones, while your body relaxed authomatically under the influence of his kiss. You had missed him, you had missed the feeling he was capable of giving you, that unhinged turmoil of emotions leaving you wide awake at night.

But as he suddenly pulled back and stared down at you with his typical stern face, you shot an interrogative glance at him, which he returned with your same question "Was this really necessary?" he inquired, making you sigh and roll your eyes.

♚

"Which Moon did this?" the raven-haired Slayer merely said, his tone barely audible as his ocean blue eyes were transfixed on the dead body of his friend. He knew their lives were in constant danger. He had seen his fair number of dead comrades to say he could have been the next one laying on the metallic table, covered by nothing but a white blanket.

However, he somehow always refused to foresee this event involving him.

He hoped this was an illusion, some terrific lucid dream, but it was real. Fox, his best friend, the boy with a peculiar scar on his cheek and those weird lavender eyes was dead. Sabito was dead. Calling him by his code name was useless. He was gone forever.

Grasping the hem of the blanket, he tugged it up over his pale face and took a few steps back, waiting for Shinobu to speak.

She stayed silent for several seconds, before taking her gloves off and tossing them in the bin "Actually, it was not a Moon. Inosuke's mother had a 'K' carved onto her cheek. It's rare for him to take matters into his hands but, when he does, he always makes sure to leave his mark" she said, her gaze flicking up over his face. His jaw was clenched, his hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers as he listened carefully to her.

They were all mourning. Yet, Shinobu never lost her occasion to sneakily get what she wanted. Someone would have said she was insensible, cunning and detached from the world. But how could she cry over the body of someone she never even considered her friend, when he had not even had the decency of expressing his condolences to her when Kanae had died? All because he thought she was only a snake.

"You look terrible. — she chimed then, walking up to him and reaching her hand up to stroke his cheek — Come with me. I can fix that" she said lowly.

But she was not probably ready for his reaction. His hand latched around her wrist tightly, causing her to widen her eyes in shock and wince in pain, while he glared at her "Shut the hell up. Stay away from me" he hissed, roughly pushing her away as she ended up hitting the lockers behind her with her back.

She scoffed, her eyes narrowing as she massaged the bruised area of her tiny wrist. If eyes could kill, Giyuu would have probably been dead by now. She did not have much time to say anything, or react, for he had stormed out of the morgue, slamming the door behind him.

He was dead inside, his heart pumping the blood so fast he felt his ears ringing. He could not spend another minute of that day there with the others. He dashed out of the building, his hand grasping the keys of his car in his pocket, and he only slowed down when he spotted the new recruits gathered in a small circle in the parking lot. He was not good at comforting people, he kept his distance, watching the way the Kamado silblings, Shinobu's younger sister and Zenitsu tried to provide a shoulder to cry on to Inosuke.

They were so young. He remembered the day they were announced to be the newest addition to the Corps. He would have loved to discourage them, tell them to leave and explore the limiteless possibilities life offers to the young generation. Talking, however, was not his forte. Grief, pain, mourning, fear and anger were what made people grow up.

Sabito was not inexperienced, still he had succumbed. Hopping into his car, he wondered who would have been the next among those young recruits. Thunder? Beast? They were both fragile right now. The former dealing with the betrayal of his cousin, the latter devastated by the loss of his mother. Ribbon? Flame? They were broken beyond repair but, as long as they stack together as one, nothing could truly bring them down. What about Cherry, though? Shinobu's younger sister, the pride and joy of the late Kanae, the girl esteemed to be more skilled than Shinobu. She was pretty damaged too.

But that was nonsense talk. No one facing death was ready to die. No matter how much damaged you are, when a blade is on your neck, you do not push your jugular on the edge.

Unless you do it to protect someone.

Giyuu groaned, his knuckles turning pale for the tight grip on the steering wheel as he pushed the gas pedal and drove down the street with blurry eyes. Only one name was in his mind now, one face and one smile he wished to cherish and protect for the rest of his most likely numbered days. And it was you. You were the only one he cared about.

As he stopped at a red light, he grasped his phone and texted you. He did not need to add details, pour his heart, or what was left of it, into the words. You would have understood, because you were the only person who knew him better than anyone else. You were his little hope in a desolate land crowded by monsters and shadows.

GIYUU: Meet me at the rooftop tonight.

How many nights he had spent with you, sitting on the rooftop of your old house, a blanket around you two as you rambled about the ghosts of the past and the fears of your future. Growing up, this habit did not change. He always met you on a rooftop, he always brought you your favorite blanket, but you sipped on beers on the rooftop of your new house now.

Under the same old starry sky, he needed to cry tears on your shoulders that tasted like remorses, for he had changed the shift with Sabito that night too and the dead body in that room should have been his one.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! As I have previously announced, here we are with another Chapter. The story is slowly approaching a turning point. Lot of things are yet to come. I’m sorry to break it to you, but pain, like, a lot of pain, is going to crash over those folks. Yay, I’m a sucker for angst, I’m sorry!

As per usual, likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated.

Until next,

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[teamfreewill56-blog]

We don't really get to see Inosuke grieving Kyojuro, we get a small moment in Entertainment District of him thinking back on that day, but he thinks about it way more than we are shown. Kyojuro's death haunted him just as it haunted Tanjiro. How do I know?

Douma vs. Kanao and Inosuke

We all remember how he perked up when he saw Kyojuro starting to cut through Akaza's neck, but he didn't move until Tanjiro yelled at him, snapping him out of his thoughts. He was going in for the decapitation and Akaza broke away, causing Inosuke to miss the opportunity to kill him. And then suddenly after this long battle with Kanao against Douma Inosuke finds himself in that same situation.

Kanao is losing mobility and strength because of the ice, Inosuke is once again, too far away, and this time he's also injured. And it isn't shown, but I know Inosuke was reminded of the battle with Akaza, of standing there frozen seeing Kyojuro trying to cut through Akaza's neck, he relives that exact same moment but this time he does something different:

He assists. And he does it completely on his own. Instead of trying to go in for the kill himself he takes a risk and throws his niichirin swords, leaving himself unarmed, to push Kanao's through Douma's neck. It is such a small call back to the Akaza v. Kyojuro fight, but it really shows that Inosuke truly learned what it meant to work as a team and that he learned from the events of Akaza and Kyojuro's fight. They didn't need to spell out Inosuke's rebellion against seeing those events unfold again, Inosuke didn't say anything during this scene, he didn't need to, he showed how he changed and grew and how Kyojuro's death and his helplessness impacted him. Giyuu spoke about how Tanjiro had changed and grown but we didn't need that for Inosuke, he showed it in this fight and especially in this final scene of that battle.

[optiprisms]

Before Demon Slayer’s manga ends. we need to leave some shout-outs/ Part 1

Alright so chapter 199 leaks left me floating somewhere, looking for answers and I wanted to leave some shout outs to the demon slayers for their hard work with fighting the upper moons and muzan also, kny is about to over after this chapter sooo...yeah.

Giyuu Tomioka: shout out to Giyuu for carrying tanjiro for almost the whole battle while they were battling akaza. We also shout him out for saving Tanjiro at the last second before he lost more than an arm when Muzan was about to transform into a baby. He also did a good job on the defense of backup.

Shinobu Kocho: shout out to shinobu for almost defeating douma all by herself. we also thank her by a half for making a poison with lady tamayo to destroy his body. making it easier for the others to whoop his ass.

Sanemi Shinazugawa: shout out to sanemi for defeating upper moon one and being a complete badass even though his brother just passed. We literally have to respect him, he didn’t even have time to sit there and grieve after his little  brother got cut in half like Marco from attack on titan. ( jk. rip genya :( ) we still respect that dude for cutting muzan up like the wind and being a good backup for defense.

Misturi Kanroji: shout out for misturi for taking a quarter of muzan attacks and still being able to withstand them. Even though we don’t see much of her during the muzan fight, we see her almost at the end making him distracted with her entrance to the fight, giving the others a slight opening.

Muichirou Tokitou: this one kind of makes me sad because he really tried.

 shoutout to him for being one of the demon slayers being able to defeat uppermoon one. Even though he was short and could only do little, we were still able to see him turn his blade red, making the upper moon one weaker. this dude was only 14 dammit.

Tengen Uzui: i feel like he didn’t really do much besides the redlight district arc. That's when he really held shit down. so, we shout out uzui for holding down Daki and Gyuutaro, defeating them in the process. 

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I’m making a part 2  because that’s when I’ll leave some more memorable and noticeable shout-out on characters.