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The click of your katana being sheathed announced the result of the combat, your breathing completely stealthy and your eyes fixed on the demon disintegrating in front of your eyes. There was nothing special about that night, you and your father were patrolling the area which you started to suspect could be the center of a possible demonic activity and luckily you hunted down the responsible of some mysterious disappearances.
-”Y/N you are growing stronger everyday, I am really proud of you. I don’t think there is anything else I can teach you”. Said your father warmly as he placed his hand on your shoulder.
-”Nevertheless I feel like there is so much for me to learn about demons. Why are they here? What creates them? Why does it seem like we can’t hunt them all down?” Your father chuckled at your comment.
-”Well, those are very good questions that you might be able to answer, as you grow older” he affectionately ruffled your hair. “The demons situation is really under control nowadays, almost 100 years ago our predecessors suffered a lot of losses. Demons were brutal, outnumbered the corp slayers and completely bloodthirsty. No wonder not many demon slayers families managed to survive up to this era…”- You interrupted:
-”Yes dad, I know that story to heart, you mention it every time we are patrolling!” You said to him teasingly while urging him to go back home.
-”Is that so? Well, let's talk about something else equally as important. So about this Kyojuro guy, from your work, have you considered marrying him?” You stopped right on your tracks, your dad was about to have this dreadful conversation with you again.
-”How can I get to marry someone with whom I don't even have a relationship?” You said trying to wash off the topic.
-”He is a really nice guy, good looking, strong built, responsible; a true gentleman or at least that is what your mom thinks. I believe he has the perfect genes for helping you with the next demon slayer generation of our family!” That was it, you now were really uncomfortable talking about who the perfect father for your kids will be.
-”Dad can we please not…”
-”But I personally think Giyuu-kun would also be a good husband and father as well. You have known him since school and he seems to be absolutely devoted to you.” Your dad was so lost in his monologue to notice how much you were wishing that the demon you just defeated had devoured you, or anything else that could save you from hearing this conversation again. “That is a really important thing, you know? You need a really strong man or men to have your back while you continue with the family legacy.”
In your country being a Demon Slayer was the ultimate honorable occupation, the government would officially recognize the services given by the corp and would grant special perks to families that had fought against demons over generations. One of them was the permission to marry with more than one person, mainly because they were really interested that the Demon Slayer families could keep up with their dynasties, having the most offspring possible.
So, having more than one husband or wife was not unheard of, but not really common as there were not a lot of Slayers families in the modern time. Although the ones that were, tried to marry their descendants among themselves but stopped that practice when they understood that they might be falling within incest practices.
That was the reason behind your father insisting on you to look for a good husband to help you bear the next Water Pillar of your family, even perhaps, a couple more Pillars since your sword skill and talent was the best seen in your dynasty for over 5 generations. But, although you were really committed to be a Pillar, you were not really fond of the idea of marriage; at least not yet.
-”Dad, Kyojuro and Giyuu are just friends. I hang out with them to have a good time but just as FRIENDS” You emphasized that last word in hopes for your dad to stop the pestering.
-”Ah, but do they look at you just as a friend? I think not, my girl, I’m a man and I can sense miles away when a male is attracted to a woman and those boys are heads over heels for you. Not really good at hiding it. But I mean, who can blame them? You are not only incredibly strong but also stunningly gorgeous, you got your awesome looks from your mother.” He will proudly say.
-”Dad! Please stop, it's so embarrassing” You would plead hoping that nobody was listening to your conversation on the street. “Look, they are just friends and will get married whenever I feel like I found the perfect match ok?”
-”Oh, is that so. Y/N please don’t worry about it. You could marry both of them… Hold on a second… How I have not thought about that brilliant idea? Yes, marry Kyojuro and Giyuu-kun; that way you shouldn’t have to choose and will have the perfect and balanced child from each! I am so proud of you already.” Your father will excitedly yell right at the front door of your house.
-”AHHHHHHH” You will scream in desperation “Dad! No, just drop the topic already! I am not getting married, ok? I will not be going night patrolling with you anymore. You are just…. AHHHH”- you would then furiously storm inside your home directly to your room. The good thing is that your mom will severely reprimand your dad for pushing so much the topic into you, although she will secretly believe that marrying more than one man would be a very good idea.
You would remove your uniform. safely place your katana on his stand and then proceed to check your phone for the latest news. Making the situation worst, you read a couple of notifications one from Kyojuro and the other from Giyuu:
-”Hey Y/N don’t forget tomorrow's meeting at 6am. Obanai-san will go nuts if we are not there in time. Wanna go out from work to grab lunch? Senjuro just told me about this really nice pizza place I think you will love.”- You read from Kyojuro’s message written with a lot of emojis.
-”How was training? Was your dad embarrassing you again? Don’t be so hard on him, he really loves you. Oh, I almost forgot, would you like to crash at the new tea house that opened right at the corner of your house after your training tomorrow?- Showed Giyuu’s message, just with plain text.
You felt your dad’s words being washed away when you saw your friends’ messages, you replied to them both: merrily agreeing to meet each of them. Later on, you receive a call for your friend Daki while cleaning and pampering your katana.
“Y/N are you going to see them both on the same day? You are such a player!” Daki will tease you on the other line of the phone.
“It's not like that! Daki, please, not you as well. You know we are just friends. They have never implied anything different than friendship.” You would say, while holding a lint-free cloth on your mouth powdering your katana.
-”Just kidding, I think you mind more than what you say you do. But anyway, have you told any of them about… being a Slayer?” Her words resounded deep inside of you, you have never mentioned anything about your “peculiar family” activities to any of your friends. Daki will know about your secret because she belonged to a really old forging ancestry that had worked with the corp for generations.
“I…no, I think I haven’t…And I don’t think it's that important at all.”You would lie while proceeding to oil your Nichirin blade.
-”Well darling, you definitely should, unless you want them to be dead worried when you start going on longer missions. I heard my father talk about it with yours, it seems like something big is starting to cook.” You would remain silent, trying to figure out if that could be related to your father's persistent suggestions of getting married.
-”Hello, Y/N! Are you there? Honestly, what are you doing? Is that old Katana giving you problems? Bring it over the weekend and I will fix it for you. Wouldn’t you fancy a new blade? I’ve been working on something new. Please come and tell me your thoughts.”
-”Yeah sure thing, I’ll be there Saturday morning. See you then.”
-”Yes and you can tell me about how everything went out with your dates!”. You were ready to respond but she hung up before anything could come out from your mouth. You returned your katana to its place, took a bath and got ready to finally call it a day as you will be arriving earlier than usual to your job.