AN bleuxe: this chapter had a blast making and trying to be consistent with making these chapters so enjoy.
Gyutaro was beyond aggravated and he tearing into his chest repeatedly because of it. He really wanted to wreck everything that he laid his eyes on, but knew he couldn't. Being summoned to the infinity castle at the worse possible moment ever with all his self deprecating thoughts at an all time high. How dare Akaza touch Lydia and manhandled her like she was his. He will pay and it will be a price he can't pay.
"Brother I'm not sure where she could be...I don't know, maybe she is back in Yoshiwara?" Daki hoped upset that she couldn't sense her like usual.
"Nah knowing Lydia, she is definitely here. She is just unlucky...so very unlucky!"
Gyutaro really wanted to murder someone right about now, all because he wasn't strong enough to protect Lydia or Daki. He remembered how Akaza slashed his beautiful sister's face. He was purposely embarrassed by that bastard and began to think that was his plan all along. His thoughts were dark and manic now as they entered a large foyer where other demons were gathered at.
"Do you think he ate her?" Daki scanned the crowd not seeing Akaza anywhere yet.
"We have bigger problems to think about right now!" Gyutaro replied roughly to her, not wanting to think about that. Lydia was his mate and his prey, if she were to die, it was supposed to be by his hand alone.
He began shoving demons that were lower than them out of his way. He dared one of these Lower Kizuki to say some shit to him and some of them would have, but as soon as they saw his rank they kept quiet.
"What the hell are you looking at!" Daki boomed as soon as she felt their eyes were staring at them for too long for her liking. Instantly their eyes averted away not wanting to cause trouble.
"So nice to see you two both..even though you both are seem quite cranky," Gyokko greeted them by popping out his vase when they got in front of the other Upper Kizuki.
"You've seen Akaza?" Gyutaro questioned not in the mood to exchange pleasantries.
"Hmm I'm sure he'll be here soon because he is usually punctual...Why? You have a bone to pick with him?" he asked jokily trying to lighten the mood.
"Why yes... I want to pick all his bones apart and smash them till they disintegrate into dust!?"
Upper Five hopped his vase back not expecting such an intense description or the mere fact he was too close to his face when saying this. Even Kokushibo who was sitting in front of them with his back towards the rest of the demons, turned his head ever so slightly from Upper Six's killer intent. Not all of the Upper Kizuki was here, Douma, Akaza and Hantengu were still missing. Not only that, the biwa woman was missing and she was usually here before anyone else.
Kokushibo closed all of his six of his eyes trying to let out a calming sigh, but was failing at it because none of these other demons realize that this was most likely their final judgement. He counted about six other demons excluding Upper Kizuki and himself, the rest were Lower Kizuki. They all were here for a sole purpose as he pressed on the volume twenty of Demon Slayer tucked in his haori with his hatred for Yoriichi threatening to bubble out.
"Don't worry brother we will get that tacky freak good!" she promised and draped her arms around the side of Gyutaro's neck in hopes he would settle down.
"This is my fight and I don't want you involved..." he will be damned if had to watch her get hurt again.
"B-But-"
"I meant what I said and that's final!"
Daki flinched from his words as she pulled her arms away from him feeling like some weakling. She greatly disliked when he scolded her like a child and it made her want to prove to him that she could help. Only making that burning desire to beat Akaza's ass grow even further within her.
"I...hmph fine!" the demoness crossed her arms not knowing exactly what to say, but she made it very aware that she was not happy. She knew her brother was only acting like this because his ego was bruised and always put him in the worse moods ever!
Speaking of the devil, Akaza jumping nimbly from wooden supporting beam to the next until he landed down on the floor. The pink haired demon peered down at Upper One whose eyes were closed kneeling before him. It made him sneer thinking Kokushibo was way too relaxed to be in front of him.
Gyutaro's focus was only on Akaza feeling the rage come roaring back. His eyes did a quick glance over his body and clothes to see if he spotted any blood on him. There was none, but that didn't mean anything because he could easily cleaned it off before coming here. It was when his eyes paused noticing something glistening and sticking of his pocket.
He remembered how Akaza tried to grab Lydia's glasses from the get go. Demons had a thing for a prey's prized possession and like taking belongs after eating them. He acted on instinct believing now Lydia must have been eaten, throwing one of his scythe and piercing though his foot. Immediately Akaza try to lift his foot, but soon found he couldn't. Ghastly looking veins like flesh sprouting from his weapon, it was embedded and anchoring the base of his foot down to the floor.
Gyutaro rushed at him with his other scythe going straight for the jugular, he not giving a fuck if fighting his own kind was pointless because he will make him bleed. He was only able to scrape the tip of his blade across his skin, before the pink haired demon grabbed hold of the blade from going any deeper.
"If it's a fight you wanted then you only need to ask!" he smirked while twisting the bones in his ankle and torn off his own foot to free himself.
Gyutaro was incredibly jealous of Akaza as he sliced through his tattooed fingers in order to force him to let go of his scythe. It no longer matter if he was making him bleed because he would fully heal in less than a second, when it would take Gyutaro a few seconds longer to regenerate. He immediately called his other weapon back from the abandoned foot as he blocked his punch by putting his dual weapons up as an x.
He envied Akaza again this time for his strength because even though he shielded his fist, it was still able to throw him farback. Letting his bitterness over his own shortcomings take hold of him with his attacks becoming fueled by it. This only made the pink haired smirk widen because this was the type of fight that he just lived for. Though Upper Six needed a refined way to fight in order to beat him.
"I should steal your food more often! Never knew you could fight like this? Even though you lack discipline!" Akaza laughed mostly because he fought like a wild maniac.
"You think your so great! Just shut the fuck up and die!" he spat full of hate because didn't he need any tips on fighting from the likes of him.
The velocity of getting his own arm ripped from his shoulder socket, barely gave him time to recognize the pain and only saw blood pour out from the wound. He sorely wished had that kind of speed. This bastard was trying to beat him with his own arm missing, seemingly enjoying this way too much. He was forced to rip the limb to shreds before he got humiliated in such a way.
Gyutaro suddenly thought of Lydia wondering if she screamed and cried for mercy when being eaten or did she go out fighting useless against a powerful demon. His mind was continuously thinking of her warm welcoming smile matching with her cute impish laugh, especially when she was being a smart ass. The way her black curls bounced with every movement as fragrances of strawberries and milk filling the air every time she was near. His heart suddenly hurt because his one that was blessed by the sun was stubbed out too soon.
"Just hurry up and die already!" he yelled with rage not liking any of the feelings he was having. Before either one of them could go at each other's throats again, surprisingly Douma got in between them and stopped them.
"My two bestest friends in the world shouldn't be greeting each other in such a way! Plus not really setting a good example to the Lower ranks...making them think all we Upper ranks are just crazy!" he held them in a relaxing way with both arms around their necks. While he suggested towards the other younger demons who were looking owlish at them.
"I swear we're all not crazy!" the cult leader waved at them sheepishly.
"Get out off me Douma!" Akaza said in disgust and jerked away from him. He was ready to bash his skull in for ruining his fight.
"I wouldn't spill anymore blood on his lordship's beautiful floor, if I was you?" Douma wagged his finger in a taunting way as Gyutaro shrugged his arm off of him. "You never know what kind of mood he might be in?"
It was enough of a threat to make them both back down from each other. Daki came strolling over clinging on to her brother's newly regenerated arm giving Akaza the most hateful glare she could muster.
"This ain't over! You will pay for what you did to Lydia!" Gyutaro swore to hold this grudge till the end of time.
"Oh my Akaza you naughty boy! What did you do to dear Lydia!"
"Nothing. I don't know what he is talking about?"
"There is nothing more than I hate in this world is a liar!" he immediately pointed at her glasses in his pocket. "He ate her!"
The cult leader wanted to chuckle so bad, but kept it inside. He now understood why they were fighting in the first place and with amused tone.
"Ah a misunderstanding...you see Akaza never has had an appetite for the ladies, unlike me!"
Making the pink haired demon glared at Douma. He had a way with words that were real off putting and always gotten underneath his skin every time he spoke.
Gyutaro was unsure if any of them was telling the truth, but he knew better than to get his hopes up. He rather see Lydia for himself and deciding to silent fume than to speak to these idiots any further.
"You better hope is she alright or you'll deal with me next!" Daki said baring her fangs at him.
"I rather deal with your brother than you little six," Akaza easily dismissed her.
"That's Upper Six to you!?"
"Hmm is that what you tell her to make her feel better?" he regarded him with an infuriating smile.
"Akaza..." Gyutaro warned ready to flash on him again while Daki kept whining that she is Upper Six.
The conversation was officially over among them as Muzan Kibutsuji in a majestic black kimono with intricate grey patterns appeared in front of them. Instantly every demon in the place silently dropped to their knees, bowing their heads lowly showing the utmost respect to the demon king. Telepathic he told them to hand over the manga as he pass by and when he got back to the front of everyone again. He beginning questioned four members of the Lower Kizuki of why they didn't have a book and when none of them knew what he was talking about. He merely raise them from the floor, making his hand to a fist and pulverized them to bits.
With a red mist whiffed onto the rest of the living Kizuki making them think their master was anger as some trembled while others broke in a cold sweat.
"Anger? No mostly disappointed that I wasted my precious cells on ranks that didn't matter," Muzan said indifferent at their deaths. He gathered all the books and put them on a expensive looking desk that appeared out of nowhere.
The demon king spread the books out before him and figured out that he only had thirteen books. The set was incomplete that was unacceptable to him, especially since volume twenty-one was still missing the began part. He knew it had to be because of Tamayo that story wasn't all together. He tapped with his long claw on volume twenty-three where he met his end.
"My deep apologies lord I hope us remaining ranks don't bring you further disappointment,"
Muzan didn't know why Douma felt the need to speak, just to said something so mundane especially since it brought him out of his own thoughts. He flicker his finger in his direction and split the cult leader's tongue in half and preventing the cells in his body from healing him.
"Speak only when spoken to...understood Douma?" As he nodded his head with blood continuously spilling out his mouth.
"Your all wondering where Hantengu and Nakime might be...they are exclude from the punishment. Them and even an ex-Kizuki was brave enough to contact me," the demon king began flipping pages through multiply volumes in no particlar order.
"All of you kept this as a secret from me out of your own selfish purposes,"
Gyutaro felt nothing, but dread because it was like what Lydia told him and sister not too long ago. It didn't matter how big or bad he was because in this moment he was afraid especially for his sister. They were getting dealt with now.