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Uzui and (Y/N) stood outside a wisteria household among the busy streets, the three boys carried under Uzui's arms as he scowled and strolled forward, towards the door, although, the taller man paused once he realised the woman hadn't followed his steps, and he turned to glance back at her confusedly. "Well, are you coming, or what?"

The woman only moved her gaze to the ground, brows furrowed and her stoic features highlighted in the bright lights surrounding the duo amongst the crowds. She felt unease, a sense of slight dread creeping up her stomach, clawing at her throat and digging its nails into her flesh. "Something is here.."

Her voice was quiet, almost silent to Uzui's ears, but he caught it anyway. "Hold on there, what did I say about sticking to my side while we're here?" The man turned his whole bdy towards her now, eyes stern. "If I lose you in this place, not only will I have to find my wifes, but you too. Not happening." The man gave out a small scoff, reaching his hand out for her to take, but she remained still.

"I won't get lost. I just need to check something.." The halfling stepped back, body turning away from the man and instead looking at him over his shoulder, a small, almost invisible smirk over her features. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you are doubting me, Uzui."

The man scoffed, taking a step towards her, almost desperate. "Huuh? I'm not doubting you! Quite the opposite, actually.." He paused for a breath, sighing as he watched the woman take another step. "I just don't want you engaging in a fight with a demon, especially in a place where they have the advantage. Just remember that you haven't been past those gates for years now! A lot can change in that time." He adjusted his grip on the three motionless boys, a tick mark forming just above his brow.

"Yes, well, that logic also applies to me, does it not?" She turned her face away, now facing the wide crowd of people with a stoic face and a strong will. "I've learnt many things in those years, so I know my place, somewhat."

"'Somewhat'? oh yeah, how reassuring.." Uzui grit his teeth, brows furrowing as he watched the woman face away from him.

The woman paid no mind to his warnings, only giving a nod and a small wave over her shoulder before she began to walk towards the greater cowd. "Just fill me in on the plan the next time we meet up. Take care of the boys, and don't do anything too risky..." She gave him one last glance over her shoulder, eyes holding a sense of mockery. "That's my job."

And without another word, she stepped into the crowd, disappearing among the people as Uzui watched with a hard sigh and a shake of his head. He thought she was being too risky, I mean, it was only about an hour ago that she had to begin to blend into the crowd of people, and a rather big one at that, especially in a place like the Red Light District..someone might try something that she is unaware of. She wouldn't be able to adapt to the atmosphere that quickly- I mean, don't get him wrong, he knows exactly how incredible her skills are, and he couldn't best her if he tried but he knew she had her limits, and it seemed that the outside world that she was shielded from all these years was just that.

Her intuition was great, her skills inhuman, her whole ability as a soldier were unmatched by anyone, and he hadn't even seen her demon form yet..She knows her limits, but perhaps too well, so well that she is unable to let go of her past and fear of getting over her limits to get better, and he knew this because they were all too similar. No, he wasn't a halfling, and no, his home wasn't attacked by demons, but he knew the pain of having to murder a sibling and watch as they all crumbled while only you remained standing. Ofcourse, they were not similar reasons as to why they held blood on their hands, but they held something no one else would understand, perhaps that's why they get along, because they know and they can relate.

But her past is her greatest weakness, unlike him. She will let it get to her if someone tried hard enough, perhaps insulting her for it, or even just digging a deeper crevice into her mind about what she did and how she will never be forgiven. Not to mention, her ability to practically fall apart under the influence of a single drop of marechi blood. If anyone were to use that against her, capture her, and eventually hand her over to someone like Muzan..he wouldn't even want his mind to wander there..

Alas, there was nothing he could do now, only turn and walk through the doors of the Wisteria house with a sigh, shaking his head.

There was only so much he could do with that woman, and right now, he had none of the power to do a thing.

The woman weaved through the crowds, her brows furrowing as she felt a wide presence- something familiar, yet something she couldn't remember, almost like it was trying to hide itself from her, weave around her senses, and at the right moment, when she is left confused and disabled, it would pounce on her. It felt close, yet it felt distant. it felt freezing cold, yet it had a warm, hellish undertone to it. It was suffocating, and yet it was so easy to breathe under.

She glanced around, eyes scanning every nook and cranny which she could find. She had no doubt this thing was a demon. It had the same love of blood and death, the same desire to cause pain, the same selfishness only that of a true demon could possess.

She then soon found her way to a large, dark, and supposedly empty building, the doors closed but not locked, a lone window on the top floor open, and a slight chilling undertone towards the entire building. A part of her refused to take anitehr step forward, frozen in place as if the forgotten presence was remembered to every part of her body except for her consciousness.

She took in a breath, scoffing at her own cowardice. She was a warrior for god's sake, survivor of the guardian project, the sworn defender of the Ubuyashiki family, and the last remaining hafling to ever be created under the (L/N) name, so why?

Why was she frozen with fear?

She shook it off, hand reaching for the door and sliding it open with a small click, to which she stepped in, gently sliding the door closed behind her, almost silent if it weren't for the small unnoticeable thud the door made.

She took a silent step forward, moving slowly towards the stairs that were just on the left side of the wall. It was as though her weight was comparable to a feather as the stairs made no sound under her touch, hand steadily gripping the railing beside her for balance, and after a few moments of walking up the staircase, she reached the top, where she reached an empty room.

Its panelled floor made her seem like she wasn't there and the wooden walls only reflected her shadow in the moonlight, which shone through the opened window, allowing a breeze to slip through the window and caress her form kindly.

She took another step, moving into the centre of the room.

It was all too sudden for her to react when it hit.

A scream echoed from the city below and she snapped her head towards the window, ready to jump into action. As her head snapped, a sudden attack flew from behind her. She didn't have time to react, her head still focused towards the window as she practically felt the attack fly towards her.

Just in time, she stumbled back to dodge the pink patterned cloth. It skimmed her face, inches away from scarring her cheek. She fell back to the ground, though, she quickly pushed herself back up and jumped away from another attack. Suddenly, the windows smashed shut and her lips parted, her calm demeanour slipping ever so slightly.

She skidded to a stop, the heel of her foot against the back wall, her eyes peeled for another attack. All of a sudden, over ten pieces of pink cloth spurted from the floorboards and reached towards her.

It seemed as though time seemed to slow suddenly, and in the woman's mind, the attacks and where they would land became clear. She only took a moment to get to work.

She tilted her head, a piece of ribbon slamming into the wall beside her face, scratching her cheek slightly, all before she ducked, dodging another two pieces of fabric. She rushed forward, still crouched under the cloth before she reached up and gripped the fabric with one hand and then swerved to the side and used her other hand to grip the piece of cloth that had just reached to strike her.

She dodged to the side, collecting the next two pieces of fabric and collecting them in her grip. A few more pieces went to attack her, however, they all failed to reach her as she dodged them one by one and then collected them in her grip, and once all the pieces were gripped in her palms she rushed to the other side of the room. She adjusted her grip on them, wrapping the fabric around her palm to keep it steady, while the other reached to hold the outstretched pieces of fabric, hold them together, and begin pulling on it.

He heaved, feet steady, eyes narrowed and teeth grit together as she released a small grunt and pulled ever harder on the fabric until suddenly, she felt some weight on the other side and she only gripped it tighter.

However, the halfling, being distracted by the ribbons in front of her, failed to notice a sache slithering towards her ankle gently, and almost silently.

With a final and harsh tug, she pulled the saches tighter, and without warning, a demon was pulled towards her at an alarming rate. She wasted no time, lifting her leg, and as the duo were about to collide, her foot made contact with the demon's face, smashing it away into a nearby wall, blood flying from their nose and now destroyed jaw.

(Y/N) let go of the ribbons, and just as she was about to step towards the demon for another attack, a free sache snaked around her ankle and her eyes widened slightly. Unable to react, she was pulled to the floor with a thud.

All of a sudden, more ribbons slithered from the demons body and reached to attack her, forcing the halfling to grip at the fabric in an attempt to push it away as much as possible. She managed to push the saches away from her leg as well as the rest of her body in mere moments, all before she dashed to her feet and sprung towards the demon, fist clenched and ready to strike down on the head.

Her fist was inches away from its head, ready to kill it any moment, and yet, before she could reach it, something pulled her back, slamming her to the ground, through the floor, and down to the first floor's panelled wood, now completely broken under her body.

She grunted, body healing slowly as she tried to sit up, eyes half lidded from pain as she grunted and attempted to regain her breath, though nothing came in or out of her lungs. She panted, moving to cradle her stomach, where she was punched to collide with the ground, noticing she hadn't healed yet, knowing she should have by now.

She grunted again, head falling back against the rubble under her head all while her eyes widened with panick, finclly forming a relisation. That presence, the pain she experienced, the fact she is unable to heal under a single punch-

There wasn't just one demon, no...He was there, too.

She tried to stand to her feet, desperately stumbling and stuttering to stand to her feet and run, run as far away as she could. She had no chance against that man- she could never take him in a fight, not ever. She knew the only reason she was even alive from that punch was because he was holding back- and even then, she can't heal- she can't even breathe...

For the first time in a very long time- she was scared...So, so scared.

"Now this isn't something you usualy experience." His voice. It echoed, staining her mind and forcing her body to freeze under his presence alone- it was sufforcating. He was sufforcating. "However, it's only natural for a traitor like you."

Where was he? He punched her moments ago. His voice was everywhere at once. His presence made it unclear to locate him. He was sufforcating to be arond. She couldn't stand it- feeling helpless. She dispised being at anyones mercy, especially him, and yet...he made it so easy..so annoyingly well.

She stumbled to her shaking legs, hand gripped around her stomach, blood slipping down the side of her face as she panted, chest heaving, breaths weezing, eyes wide and bloodshot. "S.stay away..!" She desperately cried out, however, those cries would meet deaf ears.

"You deserve punishment for your actions, (l/N)." He was in front of her in a moment, his hand moving to grip her hair while his other palm rested on her cheek, his crimson eyes watching her with amusement. "You should've known you wouldn't have been able to hide forever."

She gritted her teeth, her shaking palms pushing him away, and causing her to fall to the groud, her shaking legs allowing her to fall back, about to crash into the ground again. Though, before she could fall, he caught her, one hand on her lower back, and his other gripping the back of her head, forcing her to look into his eyes.

Her hands fell onto his chest, still attempting to push him away, but to no avail. "I-..I deserve no such thing..!" She cried into his face, fingernails sharpening so she could dig her claws into his chest, though, his flesh was too hard, and she was unable to pierce not even a laer of skin. "You deserve the punishment..for everything!"

His eyes sharpened, and without warning, his nails dug into her back, as well as her head, her mouth parting to gasp in pain as the crimson stained her clothes and slithered into a thick puddle beneath her. The demon leaned closer, eyes cold and his glare pointed like a knife. "If what I was doing was so wrong, don't you think the gods would have stopped me by now?" He inquired, plunging his nails from her head to cup her cheek with his crimson stained hand. "I am as natural as an earthquake. They do not care for what I do."

The woman scoffed at his overconfidence, her hands clenching and her breath pausing in her throat as his sharpened nails slowly began to dig into her cheek, and all of a sudden, blood splattered and she let out a cry as the demon stuck his nails all through her left cheek, to the point she could feel the tips of his nails in her mouth.

With a sickening smirk, the demon slowly slid his nails down, forcing the flesh to tear until his hand stopped at her chin, nails still dug into her face. She struggled against him, attempting to pull away, trying to scream but her voice fell silent in the panic. She tried to force herself away, anything to get away from him, but nothing was healing, he wasn't letting her go, not until she begged for death.

He pulled his hand away from her chin, leaving a stray trail of flesh as blood slipped into her mouth and down her face, and without warning, a single tear began to form in her eye and she panted, chest heaving, mouth gasping, mind fogged with nothing but blood and pain.

Muzan's hand then moved to hover just over her eye, pupils thinning, panicked as she watched his claw hover only millimetres away from the centre of her right eye. She struggled, head shaking, teeth gritting, hands reaching to grip his wrist to try to pull him away, but there was only so much she could do.

As the nails that dug into her back began to slowly scratch up, just like he did to her face, he wasted no time in speaking. "You have placed this upon yourself, (L/N)." And without any more warning, his nail struck down, hard, into her eye, through her pupil. She screamed, the tear finally sliding from her left eye as the hand on her back finally pulled out the nails just below where her neck began.

"STOP!" She begged, hands grabbing at his own, pulling, gasping, clutching, clawing to get away from his pain and his horrid eyes. "STOP..PLEASE!" She never liked the colour red.

He heard her cries, but he couldn't care to listen to them. He glared, and suddenly, his presence became larger, powerful, terrifying, freezing. His nail that was plunged into her right eye socket slowly slithered down, piercing through the bones, through her skull and down, only pausing to watch her expression when his finger reached beside her lip.

The only sounds that echoed through the broken room were her cries, her flesh tearing, and her blood thudding to the ground like heavy splotches of rain.

She only lay in his arms, silent, motionless, gasping, all before he simply dropped her to the ground with a thud, where her blood began to pool beneath her, a single tear sliding down what was left of her face before it mixed with her blood and stained it like watercolour.

The man only watched as small saches began to slither down from the second floor, floating past him as he glared down at the woman before they slowly weaved themselves around her frame, some sliding onto her arms, others around her mouth, and more around her lower body. Daki's ribbons suddenly tightened around the halfling's body, causing a muffled cry to fall from her lips as her body was forced into a kneeling position, her arms extended either side of her head.

But Daki didn't stop there, no. She began twisting her arms, forcing them at unnatural angles, bending them into positions no human could manage, snapping every bone in her arms to the point her muffled cries only grew louder and the blood pooling around her body got wider. Every part of her body throbbed, bruised, seeped out blood, cried out for her to stop this..but she couldn't.

She couldn't heal. She could hardly breathe. She had blurred vision. She could feel every drop of blood slither away from her body and slowly reform itself only to seep out once again, like a never ending cycle. She was crying from the pain and torment and fear. She was unable to move at all.

She truly was helpless.

Her sight had been completely diminished in her right eye, and her other eye had become fogged with tears that slithered non-stop down on what was left on her face. She could only hear some of what Muzan spoke next. "Keep her here, ensure she suffers, and kill the rest of the slayers that came with her."

Daki flinched, appearing beside the man before kneeling to the ground and blushing widely. "Ofcourse, Muzan-Sama!" She grinned, stars in her eyes as she watched the demon crouch in front of the restrained woman, his cold hand gripping her chin to make her stare into his cold eyes.

"Death will come to you soon, but before that, I will make you suffer."

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Taisho Secrets!

. (Y/N) and Uzui, despite popular belief, and against all odds, actually get on more than many other hashira because of their similar pasts!

. (Y/N)'s pain threshold is actually very good, better than any human, but also lower than any of the upper moons starting from 3, and Muzan