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034

ꨄ︎

y/n kamado

"i am god, you are trash! first off, get that right into your skulls! screw it in there, got it?"

"if i tell you to become a dog, become a dog. if i tell you to become a monkey, become a monkey. you will always humor me while stooping down and imploring me for favors. and do your best to flatter me!"

"i'll say this one more time."

"i am god."

uzui-san said a whole speech about him being a god causing me to sweat-drop. i looked over at the three idiots, zenitsu gives off a look of judgment, tanjiro looks innocent and is making a fool out of himself, while inosuke, well he looks like a boar. 

"what exactly do you rule over as a god?" questioned tanjiro as he raised his hand, looking cute as ever.

his question made me sulk for he's being too dense right now, even zenitsu knows the obvious blabber of uzui-san is fake. for this time did i thought of zenitsu being smart and rational.

"nice question. i have high hopes for you."

"i'm the god who rules over flamboyance, the god of festivities."

his words is going to make me burst out crying because it's hilarious. i saw zenitsu looking over at me with a "i'm so done with them" expression, i covered my mouth preventing a laugh to come out before signing him that i agreed.

"i am the king of the mountains, nice to meet you, god of festivities." said inosuke, introducing himself as the god of the mountains.

zenitsu had a shock look on his face as his mouth remained open, mourning at how dense these people could be. i felt myself cry internally while watching the scene continue to unfold.

"what're you talking about? you're just disgusting." said uzui-san, his face turning into a confused one as he listened to inosuke's blabber.

suddenly i heard a thunder sound occurring from zenitsu, looking over at him, he had his mouth wide, eyes widened as he gazed at inosuke and uzui-san in disbelief.

yuhp, i am definitely surrounded with idiots.

"the wisteria house is on the way to the flower district, we'll get prepared there."

"follow me."

uzui-san walked for a moment, stopping in his position before running towards the wisteria house where we'll get ready. 

"HUH?!? HE'S GONE!" 

shouted zenitsu as uzui-san vanished from our vision when he bolted. i faced the front and saw uzui-san running a few meters away from us.

"so this is the power of the festivity god!"

"no, that guy is the pillar uzui tengen-san."

"after him, after him!"

without involving myself with the three, i bolted towards uzui-san keeping up with his pace as i heard a few screams from zenitsu about me leaving them behind and asking me to slow down.

after running for seemingly hours, we stopped by the wisteria house. entering the estate we were lead to a room, i sat with tanjiro and the others before munching on the bread given to us while uzui-san sat across from us.

"once we infiltrate the red light district, we first have to look for my wife. i'll be looking around for information on the demon as well." explained uzui-san, looking over at us who's busying ourselves with the food given to us.

"THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE."

"PLEASE, JUST STOP JOKING AROUND! DON'T USE YOUR SUBORDINATES TO LOOK FOR YOUR PERSONAL BRIDES!!"

"HUUH?!"

i sighed to myself, shoving a huge piece of bread in my mouth before covering my ears preparing myself for the upcoming shouting show off between zenitsu and uzui-san.

the shouting began, i could still hear it even with my ears being covered but at least it's not loud enough to pierce through my eardrums. they had been bickering even when we're on our way here, zenitsu must really dislike the sound pillar for him to shout constantly.

"YOU DAMN FOOL!! MY WIFE INFILTRATED THE RED LIGHT DISTRICT IN ORDER TO COLLECT INFORMATION ON THE DEMON! OUR REGULAR CONTACT WAS CUT OFF, SO NOW I'M GOING TOO!"

"that's all in your head there, right?"

"YOU SHITTY BRAT!"

"HERE ARE THE LETTERS SHE SENT ME VIA CROW!"

the letters went flying towards zenitsu's face, and him slamming on the ground from the impact. i remove my hands from my ears, looking over at how much letters were given to him by his wife. his wife must have know a lot of information for him to be sent this much letters.

"there sure are a lot. has your wife been in there for a long time?"

questioned tanjiro looking over the letters which made me curious. surely a single person wouldn't be able to write these much if the information is lacking.

"i have three wives."

"THREE WIVES!?"

"WHY DO YOU HAVE THREE WIVES! CUT THE CRAP OUT!!"

"zenitsu, kindly shut the fuck up." i said before slamming my fist on his face, his voice got cut off from the impact and he laid on the floor while touching his now sore cheeks.

i opened one letter, reading the information processed in the paper. looks like uzui-san didn't want his wives standing out too much, to not divert the demon's attention to them. but if we were to infiltrate the red light district, how would these three idiots get in when they clearly stand out as men.

"you remind your wives multiple times to do their best not to stand out, but how exactly are these three idiots going to do this?" i questioned, cutting tanjiro who is probably about to ask the same question. 

he gaze at me, showing off a small smile while i returned the favor.

"well, we're gonna be disguised, of course. and, as much as i hate the idea, be plain. you guys just have to do a certain something, then infiltrate."

"my three wives are top of the line female ninja, kunoichi. we believe that the flower district is an ideal place for demons to lurk. when i infiltrated as a costumer, i couldn't find any traces of demons, so for that reason, we went a bit deeper than mere customers."

"we've narrowed the numbers of suspicious stores down to three. so you guys will look for my wives there and gather intel. suma in the tokito house, makio in the ogimoto house, and hinatsuru in the kyogoku house." 

explained uzui-san.

"aren't your wives dead already?" questioned inosuke without enough care of what he says, tanjiro looked horrified while i remained stoic as i gaze upon the papers on the floors.

uzui-san had an irked mark on his head before coming over to land a blow on inosuke's stomach. i didn't mind them as i lost in my thoughts of how exactly are we supposed to find his wives without knowing their faces, and only by their names. besides since he have lost in contact with them, it is safe to assume that the demon must have caught on and is in their tracks.

"we brought the necessary items over."

"thanks."

✰★✰

third person pov

the demon hunters who visited the wisteria house to get ready are now heading off towards their destination, the red light district.

the yoshiwara red light district, the night district where the lust and charms of men and women swirl in a storm of love and hate. the red light district is called the flower district because, as the name implies, this part of the city is shaped like a flower. 

the prostitutes living here were either living in poverty or sold out due to loans, they bear a lot of hardships. but in exchange. they are guaranteed the necessities of life. if they can make their way up as prostitutes, they could potentially become part of a wealthy household by getting bought out.

the most prominent among them, the oiran, are completely different all together. they are special women who have acquired everything: beauty, education, and performance. you simply can't meet a high ranking, oiran, to get an audience with them. men have to frequently visit the red light district, as if they were competing with each other.

upon the district is the five demon hunters who're ready to flamboyantly infiltrate the district with their amazing disguises. in front of the four demon hunters namely: uzui, zenitsu, inosuke, and tanjiro are two old married couple who're looking at them with confusion and disgust.

"ohh, dear me..."

"these are some ugly girls." 

in front of them stood the three: zenko, sumiko, and inoko who looked horrible in their disguises. they are covered with make-up that eliminates their endearing beauty and was left with nothing but horrible looking faces.

"not at our place, we just brought a new girl in a few days ago. so i'm sorry." apologized the old man, not believing that some girls could potentially look this horrible.

"i see, what a shame." mumbled uzui, he held a convincing disappointed look before tilting his body and showing off y/n who's hidden behind his back.

the two old couple's eyes popped out when seeing y/n who had her burgundy-hair in a bun, the make-up in her face compliments the natural beauty she possesses, and the burgundy kimono that compliments her skin tone and figure.

ever since they entered the red light district, all eyes were following the said burgundy-haired woman as she walked upon the road that leads them towards  their goal of infiltration. 

"well, one should be okay." said the old woman while her husband nods eagerly, uzui followed their line of vision and saw that they were focusing on y/n.

"unfortunately for you, my dear over here had been sold and is not available anymore. but then i will entrust one to you. sorry ma'am." lied uzui, he thought that y/n shouldn't be sold for now.

"i-is that so?"

"then we'll take the one in the middle. she seems so honest." said the old man, he held a disappointed look as they couldn't buy the beauty as she was sold already.

"i'll work as hard as i can." said sumiko with such cheery tone.

sumiko then ended up in the tokito house where he'll start investigating as soon as possible. that remains inoko, zenko, and y/n who's yet to be sold.

"you guys are so worthless. i can only sell you guys for cheap." stated the sound pillar as he looked at inoko, and zenko with annoyance. 

"on the same note, y/n had fully attracted more people which gives us a disadvantage because she clearly stood out in the crowd." grumbled uzui, slightly cursing himself for not making y/n look ugly.

he looked at his back where y/n is following them, looking graceful. he can't help himself but agree that she indeed looked beautiful and elegant when dressed up, if they were lucky enough, she could end up in a rank of oiran. but then again, this is a temporary mission to find his wives so she wouldn't stay here for much longer. besides if she got touched by one of the customers, then a certain short black-haired pillar would haunt him to death.

"i'm not going to talk to you." said zenko, a look of displease expression plastered on his face as he internally rages.

"you mad because i made you dress like a girl? you were the one who said you'll listen to whatever i say." retorted uzui.

while zenko remained calm and rational on the outside, he rages in the inside while muttering to himself about uzui having a normal male face.

"hey! there's like a bunch of people gathering around there!" spoke inoko, waving his hand towards the scene where most people were gathered upon and watching someone pass by.

"ah, it's an oiran parade. it's koinatsu oiran from the tokito house." 

"the highest ranked prostitute is going to greet one of her costumers. in any case, she's flamboyant. she has a bunch of people following her." explained uzui as the demon hunters had stopped from their pace, watching the oiran walked pass with such grace and elegance. 

"WIFE? IS THAT YOUR WIFE?"

"IS THAT BEAUTY YOUR WIFE?! SHE'S TOO MUCH! ARE ALL THREE OF YOUR WIVES BEAUTIFUL?!"

"SHE'S NOT MY WIFE!!"

"she's walking slow. if she was in the mountains, she'd be dead right away."

"you're directing all the attention to us, quiet down a little."

the demon hunters were in the verge of collapsing as zenko and uzui are having an endless fierce shouting battle that has been going on since earlier. the burgundy-haired female sulked to herself as she felt eyes on her, and on her comrades who's busy arguing.

"excuse me, sir."

the shouting had ended, a woman showed up out of nowhere with a mischievous look on her face as she gazes at the burgundy-haired female with glint in her eyes. 

"i'd like to take these girls in. that okay? i'm a part of the ogimoto house, my eyes don't deceive me." giggled the woman to herself as her stare lingers on y/n.

"if it's y/n then i'm afraid she had been sold. but inoko is still free, you can take her." said uzui with a smile on his face, he had his hand against each other as he pushed inoko towards the old woman.

"be well, inoko." said uzui as he waved at inoko who waved back at him.

suddenly everything went quiet between the three, uzui looked at zenitsu with displease as none wanted to take him in. on the other hand he smiled at the burgundy-haired female who's gaining a lot of attention from different houses but their only target is the last house where his last wife is located.

"no you're not alone zenko." said y/n as she looked at zenko's overdramatic stance when he thought that he's the only one left.

✰★✰

y/n kamado

when me and zenko got sold in kyogoku house, we got separated as i was immediately directed to a private room while he were told to learn how to play instruments for entertainment purposes.

i just hope he doesn't hold a grudge on uzui-san after he carelessly sold zenko without care and throwing a few insults here and there, on the other hand he got himself a huge amount of money when i got sold cause apparently i'm a beauty that would direct attention to more costumers. 

here i am sitting on the floor surrounded with female strangers who're tasked to doll me up. three of them were talking among themselves as if i wasn't around, and couldn't hear them. one is fixing my hair, the other is redoing my make-up, while the last one scanned through the closet where extravagant kimonos were hanging.

"the brothel madam had bought two new girls in. one is terrifyingly ugly, while the other is astounding a natural beauty." said the first female who's forming my hair into a wareshinobu hairstyle, which is worn by junior maiko's that are usually under the age of 18.

i held the urge of wanting to roll my eyes for they were communicating as if i wasn't present in the room. are girls in brothels always been like this? gossiping among themselves.

"i heard the guy who brought them over was super nice." squealed the second female who accidentally smack my nose when she lifted her hand.

i winced in pain, holding my nose who probably turned red by now. the second female's eyes widened, she cowered in fear, trembling before apologizing on her knees.

"i-i'm sorry, i-it's an accident." apologized the second female as she bowed down, her face directly on the floor as she didn't raise her head.

"hey shimizu it's alright, she's not warabihime-sama." mumbled the third female, rushing towards the second female who's known as shimizu. 

"o-oh." stuttered the poor female, she had sweat dripping from her forehead, her face flushed from the redness caused by her anxiety.

"who is warabihime-sama?" i questioned, all their heads turned to me.

i was about to speak once more until the first female lifted her finger in front of her lips, shushing me from speaking further. the three of them stood still, a sudden tension occurring within the room when we heard footsteps from the outside.

suddenly the door slammed open and there stood a tall, curvaceous, pale-skinned woman. her black-hair tied in a date-hyōgo style having numerous kanzashi hairpins and the standard traditional make-up. she possesses a multi-colored eyes, with the top half in a terracotta orange color and the bottom half in a lime green color with a black-spear-like pattern in place of pupils. she wore a large pure-white haori with black five-faced pentagonal shaped patterns near the cuffs and hems, with a dark magenta-colored trailing skirt kimono. 

"what are you doing here?" questioned the woman, her eyes filled with malicious glints, she had a frown on her face as her head is slightly tilted on the side.

feeling my breathe getting caught, there is no doubt this woman in front of me is a demon. she must be the demon who's discovered about uzui-san's wives and is the one who took action for it. the tension inside the room is almost suffocating, the three female who had been fixing me were cowering in fear as they had their eyes on the floor, not meeting the gaze of the said woman.

"oi, i asked a question and i expect a response." gritted the demon woman, her eyes squinting as her teeth grinds against each other.

"t-the brothel madam as-asked us to d-doll her up." stuttered the third female as she pointed at me, the demon woman's eyes averted from her to me.

without feeling the need to back down, i returned her stare, i felt her scan my body from top to bottom before clicking her tongue. her once frowning face turned into annoyance as she continued gazing at my features. 

"they took her in despite her average looking features, must be out of pity." spat the demon woman, her eyes twinkling in jealousy as she continued her stare at me.

i didn't respond and instead gave her a sweet warm smile that would surely piss her off.

"if i say something, you should respond. you understand?" said the demon woman as she walk towards my sitting form, she leaned forward before grabbing my chin and shoving her face near mine.

"i'm the oiran of this house, warabihime-sama." continued her as she whispered her name near my ear, her voice that asserts dominance causing a tingling sensation in my stomach.

"i'm the new average-looking lady bought out of pity, y/n. it is an honor meeting you, warabihime-sama." i said with a close eyed smile, i hear her teeth gritting before she harshly pulled her hand away from my chin and stomping her way out the room.

the three female workers had sighed in relief as they noticed warabihime-sama out of the frame, the first female immediately closed the door before sliding down and clutching her kimono.

"i thought i was about to die." mumbled shimizu, whining to herself as she wrapped her arms on the third female with tears flowing down her face.

warabihime, the demon who's responsible for many deaths. no wonder they couldn't find the demon, there is no doubt she's an upper moon. i have no idea which rank number she is, or how strong she is, but there is something about her that feels iffy. for some reason, instead of trembling and cowering in fear, there is nothing scary about her.

she looks weak.

"is y/n prepared?" 

the door opened and in goes the brothel madam.

"oh my-

"there are many costumers piling up, wanting y/n to perform for them and she hasn't been prepared. what have you been doing in here?" scolded the brothel madam, her face scrunch in a frown.

"hurry and doll her up, a recent customer came by and decided to buy her for two days." informed the brothel madam as she stepped out of the room.

✰★✰

third person pov

away from the red light district, and in the headquarters where the remaining pillars are hanging around. the pillars: rengoku, shinobu, tomioka, sanemi, kanroji, and obanai who are currently spending their time in the headquarters garden as they await the sudden