Demonslayer X Male Reader Oneshots Sanemi x Reader (Part 1)

This is a post-apocalyptic au so it will contain some gore as a warning.  This will also be a miniseries because I’m craving this au.

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On my knees, I tossed aside a rusted can with its contents spilt long ago leaving behind only strange stains inside its box. It was a loss for sure, each material I could find holding so much value to how long my life could last out here in this hell of a world. With a grumble under my breath, I shoved aside more busted cans and containers that provided nothing but frustration.

My eyes raised out of habit to look around the area, finding nothing of concern before I went back to digging through the boxes. Carefulness guided my hands to not set off any possible traps or scrape anything that could lead to infection. It was strange enough that this supermarket was empty, let alone that there were still things left behind that someone didn’t pillage or burn just for the hell of it. Suspicion kept me alert and therefore kept me alive.

Fingers closed around a smooth surface, cold to the touch and heavy with promise. Pulling out the object, I fought back a gasp of victory at the sight of canned sweet corn, unmarred and still intact through the years. Quickly, I dug deeper into the box, finding two more cans of sweet corn, three cans of string beans and a packet of crackers. Victory pulsed in my ears as I smuggled the food into my backpack excitedly, thrumming with the hope of surviving just a little longer without relying on hunting possibly infected animals.

In my buzz of happiness, I didn’t hear the footsteps sliding towards me at first until the sound of one of the rusted cans I tossed aside being kicked caused me to jump up in warning. My hands scrabbled at the sheathed knife at my thigh at the sight of the rotted corpse trudging towards me, welts ugly and oozing over skin pulled tight over bone. The view was familiar and still grotesque all the same, each infected body more gruesome than the last it seemed. This one in particular had the wonderful detail of their ribs sticking out from the wet flesh, sharp spikes of bone that had been snapped when the virus traveled through the water five years ago.

I stumbled back as the infected body traipsed close to me, my fingers barely managing to grasp the handle of my dagger before an ax flew through the air past me to lodge into the body’s head, the flesh splitting apart with a wet tearing sound that made me sick while dark blood oozed onto the tile of the supermarket’s dusty floors once the body wobbled and fell. With the stench filling the air, I pressed my sleeve to my nose to block out the death in the air.

“What did I say about this place?” a gruff voice snapped from behind me, Sanemi striding forward to snatch his ax from the body’s split skull without much ceremony. My eyes caught on the dark stains left on the metal, remembering how close I had been to that side of the weapon myself the first time we met. Sanemi had made it clear he held no reservations towards killing humans who were still alive if he had to, a threat and a promise.

“There’s so much untouched here though. I already found some food, there could be other things we need here,” I weakly argued back, grabbing my backpack and sheathing my knife again to continue rummaging in the boxes. I could feel his glare against my back, shame curling in my stomach for the way I had left him while he had been napping to sneak off here. I wondered if he woke up and had worried about me, even just a bit. He had to if he was out here right?

“Stop saying ‘we’. None of that bullshit,” he scowled out instead, his eyebrows furrowed in his usual anger towards everything. And I guess that included me. I tried to ignore him while I managed to score an old first aid kit and some batteries that were probably unusable. All the while, I could feel the displeasure rolling off of him in waves that made my guilt deepen until I finally stood and faced him.

“I’m not leaving till I check all the boxes and shelves. There’s too much we could need,” I stood my ground stubbornly, something I rarely did when I knew he had more survival instincts than I did. But how could he demand I never come around this area if it was clear, it had resources that would benefit us? The scowl on his face only deepened while I watched his hand tighten on his ax just a bit.

“You snuck off alone, entered a high-risk area, almost got infected and now you think you have any say in what we’re doing now? We’re going back to the warehouse,” he nearly snarled, his eyes bloodshot from stress and a lack of sleep. An itch crawled up my arms, something that happened every time I was faced with a choice like this. I could ignore him and continue to scrounge whatever else this place had to offer, or I could listen to him and give up possible resources.

“I thought there wasn’t a ‘we’,” I whispered instead, pointing out his own conflict of interests while I stepped back slowly to crouch in front of another box, making my choice and hoping he’d stick around to support what was obviously a good decision. It had been a whole three weeks we had been surviving together, he wouldn’t leave me over something like this…or kill me.

“Shut the fuck up.” His hand clamped over my arm to yank me onto my feet, making me hiss at the unexpected gesture. His tone made me keep my mouth shut though, his anger palpable in the air and far colder than usual. Glancing at his expression, I immediately wished I hadn’t from the pure hatred on his scarred face. Whether that hatred was reserved for the situation or for me went unsaid as he practically dragged me outside and away from the supermarket back to the edges of the dead town.

(To be continued…)

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