July 8, 1913
Two new demons were sitting in a maintenance closet in the bottom levels of the ship. One was named Ichiro and was the newly-appointed Lower Moon Two. The second was named Hiro, and was the newly-appointed Lower Moon Three. Ichiro, who had black hair with a red streak down the middle, told Hiro, who had dark blue hair, "Okay, have you had your fill of people?"
"I nabbed a crewman last night," Hiro replied. "Fucker almost screamed before I slit his throat and drank his blood. He tasted pretty fucking good, if you ask me. I've never had a taste of a Gujarati before, but if the rest of India tastes as good as he does, we'll be in for a treat."
"How marvelous," Ichiro eagerly replied. "Eating only Japanese people does get boring after a good while. The occasional clueless foreigner is always a treat."
"I think I still got an arm of his," Hiro replied before he turned around and grabbed a dismembered arm from the floor. "Here we go. Dig in. It's a day old, but it should still be good." It had clearly been ripped off of his victim, and dried blood had caked the floor where it had laid. "The guy was a feisty little fuck, too, making it even better when I finally killed him. If I catch a human woman, I may take her in and violate her a bit before having my meal. I'm sure I can make them cum before I take their lives. If you're there, I'll even let you have at it. Maybe we can skullfuck the corpse, too. Maybe. I'm not making any guarantees."
"Sounds like a plan," Ichiro replied as he ate the arm. "We just need to make sure we don't wake up anyone on the ship if we have our way with a human woman as our prey. I don't want any fucking interruptions like last time. We barely escaped with our lives when that slayer surprised us."
"That won't happen here," Hiro assured him. "This ship is full of prey. There should be no pesky slayers here, and we're right in the middle of the ocean. Who the fuck are they gonna call for help? Besides, your time stop abilities should take care of anyone who wants to be a fucking hero."
"You're right about that," Ichiro nodded. "The Jacksons tell me that Africans, or as they call them, niggers, have a unique taste. Perhaps there's a few on this ship as workers too. Those two brothers are some crazy fuckers, I'll tell you that."
…
Meanwhile, back in Japan at the First District Final Selection, Véro and Chiyo had just confronted a particularly large demon with multiple legs that stood about fifteen feet tall, dwarfing the two teenagers. The demon told them from above, "Two little girls against someone like me? Pfft, how marvelous!" He then ate the decapitated body of another trainee, quickly devouring it in front of them with a sickening crunch. "Maybe you two can be my dessert!"
"You sick fuck," Véro yelled at him as she angrily gripped her sword. "You sick little fuck!"
Chiyo told Véro, "Try to climb up the trees or something!"
"Don't call me little, bitch!" The demon then tried to kick at Véro, but she just barely managed to dodge the kick as she quickly grabbed onto a tree and hurriedly climbed it. "I highly resent that!"
Chiyo then hacked at another leg of the demon, slicing completely through it and causing him to scream in pain as it began to slowly grow back. "Véro-san, hurry the fuck up over there!" She dodged a kick from the demon as she then attacked a second leg.
"Breath of Wind, Second Form: Claws-Purifying Wind!" Véro then jumped from the top of a tree and landed on her feet, standing on the demon's shoulder just barely before slicing across its neck, delivering a decisive and killing blow. "Va au diable, mauvais démon!"
As Chiyo watched the demon fall to his knees and his head fall to the ground, a second and more normal-looking demon charged at her suddenly from the forest. She quickly dodged it and readied herself for an attack against it. "Thunder Breathing, First Form!" She then charged at the demon with lightning speed, quickly despatching it out of existence by beheading it. "Thunderclap and Flash!" As the second demon disintegrated into thin air, she said to herself, "Looks like tonight's full of surprises. Véro-san, are you alright?"
"Yeah," she replied as she came back down to the ground. "Now, let's move on."
…
Meanwhile, Obanai and Mitsuri were alone together in Obanai's modest house in the countryside, enjoying each other's company in a sexual manner. As the two began to rest after finishing, they talked about how they would proceed together as a couple in the future. They had been together for almost a month by then, and Mitsuri's parents had given the go-ahead for Obanai to take her as his wife. Mitsuri told him, "I think we should have the ceremony in August. It would give us more time to develop."
"I agree," Obanai nodded as he sat up from the bed, fully nude along with his now fiancée. "I mean, if we didn't know each other so well, I'd hold off until the end of this year, but knowing that we could be killed at any moment, I want to get it done sooner rather than later." He sighed as he continued, "Mitsuri-chan, we both know that we're in a very dangerous profession."
"I know that," Mitsuri replied to him as she got up out of bed. "Obanai, I've already told you that I don't know what I would do if something happened. I can't imagine a world where you don't exist anymore." She then embraced him from the side and kissed his cheek, her lips touching his scars on the right side of his face. "And I need to tell you something else."
"What is it?"
"Well," Mitsuri explained. "Ever since we began having sex, we've never used a condom. I've never told you to use one, and you haven't used one at all. For a while, I was a bit concerned, but now…" She then took a deep breath before telling Obanai what she wanted to get off of her chest. "I want to have children with you, Iguro Obanai. I want to have at least one before either one of us dies, because you're right when you say that neither of us know when our last day alive could be. I don't care if it's a son or a daughter, either, as long as the two of us make it."
Obanai blinked several times before falling over onto the bed in shock, fainting as a small amount of blood came out of his nose. "Children… Children…" He knew full well what trying for children meant, and impure thoughts once again filled his head even though he had just finished having sex with Mitsuri.
"I'll let you think about it," Mitsuri replied as she walked to a nearby bathroom. "I'll be right back."
"Wait," Obanai then interrupted her. "I… I would love to have children with you, Mitsuri. I want to raise our children in a family that's better than the one I came from."
Mitsuri smiled at his response. "Then get ready for another round when I get back. I know for a fact you can fuck me again. Lay down on the bed for when I return. I'm going for a ride."
Obanai immediately covered his nose as blood once again spurted out of it, telling himself, "Bless you, Mitsuri… I know I've been blessed…" As he readied himself once more, he thought to himself, "How in God's name did I manage to bed the woman of my dreams in this life?"
…
As Muichiro and Mukago ate dinner at a table alongside Vijay and Shiro, who now wore a rather expensive suit instead of his Kakushi uniform, the four of them discussed what would happen once they reached Ceylon's capital of Colombo. "Anula-san says that once we arrive there," Shiro translated for Muichiro and Mukago. "We will escort him back to his house, which is very close to the port. He will deliver the message the Oyakata-sama gave him about our assistance for the plight of his people."
"I see," Muichiro replied as he finished his dinner and looked out into the first-class restaurant around him. "Sorry if I'm kind of drifting in and out a bit. Something else is on my mind as well."
Vijay, not understanding him entirely but feeling something was wrong, asked him in English, "Mr. Tokito, is everything alright?"
Shiro asked him, "Is everything okay, Tokito-sama?"
"Well," Mukago explained for him. "It's just that we have been getting some looks for being… Well, for me being me, and also since Muichiro and I are a younger couple. He was barely able to convince our room steward that he was 19 and I was 18." Looking up to her horns and pointing out her red sclera, she added, "And my appearance certainly doesn't help."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Shiro replied, saddened for the couple. "I think you two are a lovely couple, even for your age, and hey, in the Demon Slayer Corps, a young man like Muichiro having such a serious relationship so soon isn't unheard of, given how death lurks around every corner."
Muichiro then noticed a waiter rush outside of the restaurant as well as a well-dressed man. Vijay also noticed this, and said to Shiro in English, "Sounds like someone is hurt really bad."
"Yeah," he replied in turn in English. "They had a disappearance not too long ago on the ship they're still investigating, at least as far as I know. I overheard some crewmen talking about it." He then turned to the couple and explained in Japanese, "I think someone is hurt. It may be connected to a disappearance aboard the ship that happened recently."
"A disappearance?" Muichiro was curious. "Well, this sounds like the plot of one of those English crime novels they have out there."
Shiro asked, "You mean Sherlock Holmes, Tokito-sama?"
"Yeah, that one."
Meanwhile, hidden in the vents above the first-class dining room, Reiko and Rinji looked down at the proceedings. "Shit," Reiko muttered to herself in frustration. "Those two sick fuckers got another one."
"This has gone on long enough," Rinji followed up with. "We need to act, and act fast. If we don't, someone else is going to die, and before long, they may be able to murder this whole fucking ship and take it over for themselves."
"Precisely," Reiko agreed before the two looked to each other and nodded. Then, they dashed off in separate directions in the vents, looking for the new Lower Moons Two and Three, determined to stop them before they killed a third victim.
