Akaza

Japan, 1912.

Oh those eyes..*

Those eyes Akaza looked into were the most beautiful thing he ever saw, feeling a sense of calm as he looked into the faint pink eyes that held kindness yet determination. The eyes that reminded him exactly of Koyuki, the one he loved and still does even after hundreds of years of being a demon. The soft yet firey gaze in those doe, expressive eyes that matched with those rosy cheeks that were on that pale skin of yours, such smooth and flawless, soft skin.. or that one would assume was soft. The way Akaza just wanted to grab out and run his fingers onto that face. The kimono that seemed to fit you perfectly, making you appear even more innocent just because of the colors of the kimono.

Those beautiful, full li-- Akaza's thoughts were interrupted as soon as the fireworks set off in the area. Disturbing the thoughts he had about the young lady he just saw, the one who looked like Koyuki. He came here just to enjoy the fire work show after dealing with that shameless hashira, Rengoku. The one human he showed true respect to for his determination for the fight that happened moments ago, only for him to be killed by his very hands. The other thing about that was that Tanjiro boy, oh how bad Tanjiro pissed Akaza off. Calling him a coward for not wanting to get burned by daylight? He wanted nothing more than to beat that teenager 6ft under. He didn't understand how Tanjiro could be so similar to Yori--Where the hell did you go?! "Huh? No- where did she go?!.." Akaza pondered, looking around in the crowd of citizens walking around. He chewed on his lower lip in frustration, desperate to see that beautiful face-that ungodly stunning woman.

He jumped from building to building with ease, leaping into the air as he searched for what his eyes were set on. You. Akaza grumbled in annoyance as he couldn't find you. It was pissing him off immensely. He wanted to meet you, to hold you, to feel your fingers interacting with his. As he continued jumping from building to building, the thought of you screaming in terror because of him made his heart tightened. He was a demon, after all. Demons feasted and gained strength over human blood and flesh. Also The Demon kings blood.. Muzan Kibustuji.. He wanted to feel your lips against his, unsure why even though he felt like he knew why. He didn't like the thought of you being protected by a Hashira. Those stupid high ranked Demon Slayers... Akaza, he was apart of the Tweleve Kizuki. Upper moon 3. The way it worked, there was normal, weak demons who sometimes had Blood Demon Arts, then there were the 6 lower moons. Sixth being the weakest, and first being the strongest of the lower moons. The strongest of the Tweleve Kizuki, The upper moons.. the first, of course, being the strongest.