The Demon Slayer Men Were Toyed With by Me, Frail but Sinister

I was born a frail dodder vine. I get out of breath after walking a few steps, never leave the house day or night, and would shatter if the wind blew too hard.

So in a world overrun by evil spirits, I chose to become a parasite.

My first host was the Water Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps. He saved me from an evil spirit's jaws, so I wrapped my soft limbs tightly around him to repay him.

[Giyu, are you going to leave me behind? Then go. I'll be fine on my own... It's not like coughing up blood is new to me.]

[Why am I standing in the snow? Because I wanted to see you. If I can't see you, I'll wait outside. Once I get sick, you'll come back to see me, right?]

[Will you kiss me? Just once. I'll take my medicine obediently afterward.]

[Giyu, Giyu... Giyu...]

When he went out, I'd put on a thin shirt and stand in the snow, or pick fights with tattooed exiles. He'd get furious and ask why I'd gone outside.

I lowered my eyes. “I just wanted to buy you some salmon and radish...”

My second host was the Wind Hashira, a man covered in scars with a heart as hard as stone. Despite how frail I was, he showed no pity and repeatedly threatened to abandon me.

So I cried. So I got new wounds on my limbs. So I wandered around in the middle of the night and was hunted by an evil spirit once more.

Just as the spirit's fangs were about to pierce my slender, snow-white neck, he appeared.

I clung to him, shrieking feebly and trembling like a sheet of paper soaked through.

[Mr. Sanemi, you're so mean... If you think I'm a burden, then strangle me. I don't want to live anyway.]

[You don't like me calling you darling? What should I call you, then? Husband? Master?]

[I know I'm a nuisance to you. But you're all I have left. If you don't want me, who will? Those thugs? Or the stray dogs on the road?]

[Sanemi, did I do something wrong? I just like you...]

My third host was the Flame Hashira. He was very kind and let me curl up against his warm waist and sleep through the winter. Then came my fourth, my fifth, my sixth...

I'm so happy! It's not being fickle. It just means more and more people are protecting me!

They love me, so of course I love them too. That's only fair, isn't it?

They don't know I held the hand of a pink-haired boy on Mount Sagiri, only because I wanted to comfort him when he was broken. They can understand that, right?

They don't know I had a lover in Yoshiwara. I just didn't want them to know about my miserable past. There's nothing wrong with keeping that from them, right?

They don't know that when I lie beside them, I keep thinking of other faces. I'm only worried about those people's safety. I'm so kind, surely they'll understand, right?

Until the day they saw me standing among the Upper Ranks, completely unharmed, like pristine snow falling into a pool of blood.

“Are you a demon?”

Of course I'm a demon. How else could a dodder vine survive?

A thousand years ago, during the Sengoku era, I clung just like this to that man, blazing like fire. So what if he was the strongest? He was just my nourishment.

I don't want to die of old age alongside him. I want to live!

Even if demons lock me away in a damp, dark place and feed on me bite by bite, even if the mark of a demon slowly grows in my flesh and bones...

I don't care.

As long as I live, any way of living will do.

#I'm very frail, just a little damp and twisted, both physically and mentally#

1. The main story is told in third person. The heroine is simply a bad woman, moving between the Demon Slayer Corps and the demons. Otome, all pairings. Break up all canon pairings, including Obanai x Mitsuri and Kanao x Inosuke. Everyone, regardless of gender, likes the heroine.

2. Romance-focused and extremely chaotic. This is written for my personal tastes, so don't read if this isn't your thing.

Theme: Believe that you can become a treasure.