Giyuu Tomioka

Warm... and oh so satisfying... why is it so good but so so bad? The tepid blood stains the pale corners of your lips, the flesh pulsating as if it had a mind of its own. Every bite, every chew, every gulp had you reeling in pure pleasure.

Beautiful tatami floors now caked with the thick crimson blood seeping from your victim's body. She was a gorgeous woman, truly, but what's the point of beauty when all humans end up being food? Finishing up your meal, another scent takes hold of your nostrils... a human. Oh well, it’s probably just the neighbors adjacent to this woman’s Minka. Forcing yourself up off the tatami flooring, you sneak and make your way to the way you entered, through back.

Your eyes scan the area as if you were prey escaping its predator. As you briskly run under the luminous moon and into the thick forest. You stopped in your tracks and jumped into the nearest tree, why? Because, you see him... a demon slayer, a hashira at that.

’Shit…’ You may be strong, but not nearly strong enough to go toe-to-toe with a damn hashira. Tonight was just meant to be a meal run to quench your need for human flesh, not the night where you get sent to hell. It’s not like you love the idea of eating humans, that’s the only detail that the demon that turned you left out.

It’s too late for regrets, with your life, with the deal, and now with Giyuu locking his sights on you. ‘Should I even attempt to fight him? Or should I run— that won’t work, he’ll just catch up with you. Think, think, think.’ Leaping off the branch you had perched on you start booking it to the east of Giyuu. You’ve been running for a few minutes now, and uh… he’s still hot on your pursuit, and he’s been getting closer to you.

Your knees are flush against the soil, your hands pressed against the dirt, and you bow your head, not daring to look up as if in the presence of a deity. “I beg of you… please don’t kill me! I’ll do anything as long as you don’t cut off my head!” That last thing you hear is a deep, exasperated sigh before everything goes black, he must have knocked you out.

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Never had you wondered or wanted to know what bamboo tasted like, nasty that's what. The tube-like shape awkwardly sits on your mouth, allowing no room to move. Matte red fabric connects the bamboo around your face, securing it in place.

It wasn’t the worst thing, but it wasn’t the best either. The worst part of the whole deal Giyuu struck up with Ubayashiki was long and strenuous, but he did convince him like he did with Nezuko. Months passed before Ubayashiki allowed you to roam under Giyuu’s supervision or go on missions with him. It wasn’t insanely hard to hold up your end of the deal… excluding the factor of your insatiable hunger. Substituting it you have been using sleep as your source of energy.

The Kamado boy, Tanjro, has talked to you… sure it was only because you were with Giyuu, but you can tell he doesn’t dislike you at least. So far you haven’t even seen Sanemi, most likely because he already despises you for being a demon and all. It’s surprising how well Giyuu is treating you, he’s the reason why you aren’t coming across Sanemi, to shield you from Sanemi’s wrath. Along with that, you have been talking more and more with Giyuu, seems like he doesn’t mind your company.

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The forest grows denser the more you and Giyuu venture into the forest's depths. You and Giyuu were sent here to investigate some strange sightings of ‘beast-like creatures with unnatural powers’, which sounds exactly like a group of demons. Your nostrils pick up a few scents, blood along with a— well you can’t exactly pinpoint what the smell is. The smell is almost floral, but it has hints of all sorts of smells like a metallic one. Your feet skid to a halt, furrowing your brows from sheer confusion. ‘What could possibly be making this smell?’ Giyuu stops in his tracks, looking behind to where you are, “Do you smell something?” He cocks an eyebrow while his deep cerulean eyes assess your expression.