I want to be Your Koi Fish
Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on
Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke
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Apart from them and the Arena boss, there were also two Orochi, Master Shibukawa, Shinogi brothers, and Baki along with Kozue, staring at his wife strangely, who also glared at the girl from time to time. There was also Retsu Kaioh, quite fit for Master Kenpo with a wooden prosthetic leg. Hanabi was delighted to lead them along her paths straight to the Tori Gate on the hill between forest and water, where he again saw dojo and home of his wife's family. At the entrance again, they met a black-haired woman in men's clothes, sweeping the sidewalk. The classroom was open, sister-in-law had to take a break for a while because the students were still stubbornly training. Or maybe it was not she who conducted the classes? Between them he noticed two clearly smaller individuals, dark-haired boys of quite strong build. They seemed oddly familiar to him, though he had certainly never seen them. Katsumi stepped forward as energetically as usual, smiling warmly at Hanabi. Guess he still didn't understand that he had no chance.
- Good morning Miss! - he told the woman in front of the house. - We're looking for a local master.
- You're looking at him right now. - she replied calmly, pausing her work and setting the broom upright. - Soga Yui, Black Fox, master of this dojo.
Black...? The question of his wife's Yang was even more confusing. Don't think he should really worry about it. At the same time, was increasingly admitting she was right - they were...reversals. It was enough to look into the eyes of sister-in-law to find out about it. Cold as rock, unshakable. She greeted the others with a nod, then glanced at Matsumoto.
- What's this "miserable"? - she asked bluntly.
- It's not nice... - Kozue growled.
- Girl...do you see that board? - mistress replied, pointing to a block of wood, at least 15 cm thick, placed in a frame standing near the entrance to the school. - I'll stop calling you "miserable" if you can punch a hole in it with your bare fist.
- But...it is...
- Not feasible? Will you break your hands? Possible. - black-haired girl said, not waiting for the sentence to be completed. - Both me, my sisters and our children over 8 have tried to do it. See the effects for yourself. Miserable.
He looked more closely. The bale was riddled with holes. There was a horizontal row of circular holes in it, definitely punched by a human hand. Over eight years old? Kaoru was very curious when Hanabi did it. He didn't have time to ask. Heard a nightingale chanting behind him, about geese walking in a row. When turned around, he saw another of his sisters-in-law. As always, she was dressed sweetly, in a pink sleeveless shirt, a white flounce skirt and high-heeled shoes. She flung her red hair over and soon he saw three little girls following her. All of them in bright dresses and flat shoes with bows. Tiny Fubuki was walking closest to her mother, with equally fiery ponies on top of her head. The other two stopped at the sight of him, making sure that their jaws didn't drop.
- Hyo, Arashi, nice to see you again! - Hanabi asked them.
- See, I said that uncle is huge! - The red toddler snapped at her sisters. - Hi, uncle!
- Hi, Fubuki.- he muttered, ruffling the top of small head.
-Oh gosh, Kureha, nice to see you... - Shizuka sighed at the sight of the muscular doctor. - ...but you shouldn't show up here. Ayame will be furious.
- Ayame is here? - he asked with heavily concealed hope.
- DIE SHINOGI. - growled the tall blonde behind him.
He had no idea if Kureha was happier or scared. The last of Hanayama's sisters-in-law. The imperious and uncompromising Ayame. Fair-haired, in thin jeans, a corset blouse without shoulders and high-heeled pumps. Two boys with her - one dark red, tall, well-built, the other slightly shorter, dark-haired, and next to him a very similar girl, looking a bit withdrawn. The oldest of the four descendants of Kitsune looked as if she was going to throw fists at the redhead, but on the other hand she was disgusted with it.
- May I know what you're doing here? - she hissed.
- Your grandfather invited us! - the man defended himself. - ME TOO.
- Divine punishment... - She sighed heavily, then turned to the crowd, completely ignoring the interlocutor. - Yuri, Razu, Ren, go get changed.
- Fine mom. - They answered in chorus, only to disappear behind a movable wall.
- M...mom? - Kureha grunted.
- Yes, imagine that some of us matured to parenthood. - The blonde chuckled, turning on her heel to follow the children.
There was an awkward silence. Shizuka slipped out unnoticed with her three. He met another of his wife's nephews. He remembered the day Hanabi had shown him behavior of children on the phone, when they were alone at home with her. This time he had the strange impression that they were definitely calmer. He gulped at Shinogi. He didn't look like he was going to let Ayame go, just...why? It's actually none of his business. General consternation was interrupted by Yui.
- Yuki! Yoshi! Show guests the rooms! - she called to the boys from the dojo.
- Yes, mother! - they replied.
The mystery was solved. Boys looked eerily like Black Fox. They took care of Tokugawa and Kozue's luggage, leading everyone inside. He and Hanabi went to their room, the same room they had occupied before, and in childhood it had belonged only to her. As soon as they unpacked, she disappeared, probably looking for her sister.
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Hanabi was glad to hear that they were going to Okinawa, even though she still felt that her grandfather would try to convince her again. She loved him, as he must have loved her, but she was not going to agree, even if he promised golden mountains. She wasn't a teacher in a dojo, she didn't have the teaching skills, the attitude Yui does, and besides... No, it wasn't a good idea. She found her in the inner garden. She was sitting on the grass, leaning against a rockery with a fairly large bonsai tree. Still in the dark shirt and pants hakama. Yui didn't look at her, but Hanabi knew her sister felt her. They always had a strange bond. She walked over, knelt beside her, then rested head on straightened knees. A hand appeared on her head, tenderly combing short hair.
- My Yin... - whispered the brunette, looking up with blue eyes.
- My Yang...
Grandpa Shigeru spent practically the entire day with the guests, proposing that they spend their time resting. So it wasn't without an evening visit to the family onsen located at the back of the house. She forgot about it completely. Hot springs. Apparently their great-grandfather established his nest in this place just for this. She wrapped a towel around herself, leaving only the dragon's head exposed, wondering if Kaoru would benefit. Traditionally, both of them should be excluded from such pleasures because of the tattoos they wear. Her back seemed to be no problem for the sisters, she hoped grandfather would pass over the image of Otokodachi with appropriate silence. Both quite large pools were separated by a fairly high bamboo fence. They could immerse themselves in warm water delicately scented with herbs and breathe. Next to her appeared Yui, with braids tightly tied as usual, opposite Ayame and Shizuka with buns neatly pinned at the tops of their heads, and Kozue, as if most in the middle, uncertain and flustered. Fortunately, a moment of conversation was enough for her to relax. Hanabi was well aware that her sisters were sometimes intimidating, but in fact they were nice.
- I was a little surprised by the group of children around you. - Matsumoto said. - I mean...you all look very young...
- And here are two or three? And quite large ones? - Shizuka laughed heartily, slightly covering her mouth with her hand. - You are as old as you feel, sweetheart.
- Neither of you looks like you're giving birth. - she continued blushing.
- Oh yeah, there's no hanging skin, wrinkles, stretch marks, tousled hair... - Ayame calculated. - Let's say...it was possible to survive. Childbirth is not always terrible and traumatic, although the fact may be.
The teenager looked as if she didn't understand the twisted logic of the interlocutor. Hanabi had a similar conversation many times, basically after each delivery, sisters had to talk to each other and said "what it was like this time". She didn't intend to interfere, she had no experience herself, and besides...thinks, but she's not yet mature enough to talk about it.
- There are many variables that affect how it will all go. For example your attitude or physical condition. - The blonde continued, tucking a falling strand behind her ear and settling more comfortably. - My firstborn was born on the express, a week later I wrote a colloquium on medical basics. Twins couldn't decide which would be born first, which almost torn me in two.
- And my births have always been fun! - The redhead laughed. - Especially the latter! The water broke in the shower, I ate my lunch calmly, I came by my own car...and when I stood in front of the hospital reception, Fubuki was pushing her head out! Nurses nearly died from experience!
- And how is it with anesthesia? - the girl asked.
- Epidural? - Shizuka asked. - Neither of us used.
- And so...just? Without anything? - Kozue's eyes grew larger and larger.
- "Children of the Fox", meaning every woman born in our family, are made to give birth. - Yui said sternly. - Besides, female bodies are shaped to cope in most cases.
Every conversation with the sisters ended the same in her case. She was given a whole range of advice and ideas on what to do, what to remember, why not to do something. It was evident that this principle didn't work on other people, or at least those unrelated.
The first days passed very quietly. Grandfather was surprisingly stoic for her company, not clinging to her that she should stay. It looked as if he was focused on the guests and their skills. And they had the opportunity to show off many times. Shigeru even hosted a mini tournament on their arrival to see what they could do. The dojo students didn't have much chance, but it was a good lesson for them too. She kept wondering when grandfather's bomb would go off, scattering smelly shit among four granddaughters, especially the two youngest. She didn't have to wait too long. It was the evening of the third day when his impatience had clearly reached its zenith. She guessed what was going on. According to him, Hanabi should be in control, she should be sitting next to him, and Yui should bow and obey her gratefully. Ultimately, Hanabi was to take over. She wasn't going to give him that satisfaction, didn't want to. Didn't change her mind. He probably blamed someone else.
- You don't know your place in line, girl! - he grunted nervously, barely glancing at Yui.
- What this time? - she sighed heavily, eating the rice from the bowl.
- You're just a surrogate master until Hanabi returns to her wits, and you act like it's all yours! - he snorted fiercely. - Over my dead body!
- Oh, really? Are you still under the illusion that she'll come back to cheerfully keep an eye on your bunch? You're a blind fool! - the woman snapped, getting up from her seat, then turned to the younger one. - I want a duel. When and where it doesn't interest me anymore. Let's figure it out once and for all, Hana.
She did not have time to react, because the sister turned abruptly on her heel and left, not worried about closing the door. Even stranger than the reaction of the always calm woman, was the fact that Kaioh ran right after her, throwing a dark braid around. Hanabi glared at the gray-haired man in dismay.
- Like you always can fuck things up beautifully, Grandpa. - she sighed disapprovingly.
- Weigh the words, child. A bit of culture. - he grunted, sipping his green tea.
- I'd like to, but you make it so difficult.
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Retsu was watching Yui from the first moment he saw her. At first he thought that she was an exceptionally frail man, when he came closer, saw a woman of exceptional beauty. She amazed him with her attitude, strength, skills...basically everything she displayed. For some reason, it seemed as if Master Shigeru had completely missed it, which he thought was a gross oversight. He had a perfectly cut diamond under his wing, and was blind to its wonderful brilliance. Even though she didn't say a word directly to him, nor did she glance at him with beautiful blue eyes, the old man's words ached alive. Moved, he ran after her, not quite sure what to do or say. Without thinking, he opened the door that had slammed a moment earlier behind the woman in dark hakama pants.
- Soga-sensei*, I...
- Yes? - she said in a low voice, turning slightly towards him.
It took him a few seconds to realize that he had burst into her room without knocking, and she was...going to change. She was standing in front of him, half naked, in only pants, with a white blouse in hands. Visibly firm breasts were obscured only by strong arms, naturally arranged on the sides of the body. A beautiful, strong body with clearly defined back muscles. He looked down, blushing all over his face.
- Eishu Retsu, master of Chinese Kenpo...Kaioh, am I right? - she asked as if nothing had happened. - It makes no difference to me whether you watch me naked or in my clothes.
- But that's...I am very... - he muttered under his breath.
- I am a soldier. I want to be appreciated for my skills, not my looks. - she said. - Can I help you with something?
- I am full of admiration for your skill, Soga-sensei! - he snapped forcefully, then abruptly turned and left, making sure he had closed the door behind him.
He shot out like a slingshot, burning with shame. How was he supposed to look her in the eye after something like this?! He admired the strength and fortitude of the young mistress, and as can see, he was absolutely unable to respect her personal space. Who knows where he would have gotten had it not been for the old man standing in his way. He invited Retsu with a wave of hand to him. It was rude to say no. They sat facing each other in a modest room, with a low table with a pot of tea and two cups between them.
- How about tea, Kaioh? - the man suggested.
- Thank you, Soga-sensei. - he replied.
- And I'd like to... - Shigeru laughed slightly, pouring the green liquid into the vessel. - Why such a violent reaction to my granddaughter's exit? I admit that I did not expect.
- With all due respect, Soga-sensei, I don't think you appreciate Yui-sama. She is a great teacher with a great heart for martial arts, a talented fighter. I... - he listed, unable to find the right words in the crowd of thoughts. - I... see something so amazing for the first time! Why are you so insistent that the youngest take over the dojo?
- I don't deny that Yui has great potential, but Hanabi is more appropriate. - the old man insisted, sipping his tea. - It's quite a long story, you just have to take my word for it that I know what I'm doing.
- What are you going to do, Soga-sensei? - Retsu worried.
- Oh, no big deal. Though it will take a while to prove to her that this young yakuza is a poor material for a husband. - he explained bluntly. - Although I have to admit, a first-class stud. Unusual muscle building. He will give my son perfect grandchildren.
- You want to destroy your granddaughter's relationship? - Kaioh said indignantly. - Just like that?
- The welfare of the family and school counts for me, young master. I have a bunch of great-grandchildren, I need a genius heir to take the dojo back to its glory days! - Shigeru laughed. - The first in line, as the one with the strongest predispositions, is the reincarnation of my great-grandmother, Little Fox. If, for the sake of the public, I have to break something... Too bad. Someday she will understand.
- It's monstrous! Aren't you afraid I will anticipate them?
- It won't change much... - he whispered, narrowing his eyes. - Besides, you don't look like the kind who likes to meddle in someone else's business.
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The good of the family? The good of the school? What about her happiness? The longer she listened, the more disgusted and wanted to wipe grandfather's nose just as badly. Trying not to creak a single wooden stave, she returned to the room where husband was waiting for her, as usually only in a white fundoshi. She collapsed against him, lean back against his muscular stomach and wrapped his arms around herself.
- Grandpa is going to divide us so that I can stay here. - she grunted grumpily. - Maybe not today, not tomorrow, not in a week...but he openly admitted that he would do whatever was necessary.
- I've been wondering for a long time, what Goro has to say? - Kaoru asked, brushing her long black fringe away from her green eye.
- He said he didn't interfere. He respects my decisions, but he doesn't intend to stand up to his father, so just cut himself off. - she replied with a shrug. - I guess he also thinks the whole thing is pointless.
- So it seems that we have to knock out the whole plan from the grandfather's head. - he replied softly, leaning down to her neck.
A warm shiver ran through her as his big finger brushed the hemline of neckline and prominent lips touched the skin on the back of neck. The other hand slid under the loose t-shirt. She thought. They had two problems to solve. One: school master function. Fortunately, she could easily get around the duel with Yui, they just had to play it well. Two: relationship with Kaoru. She absolutely wasn't going to get caught up in her grandfather's games, she didn't even see the need to prove anything to him...but how to discourage him? Husband was definitely not helping, starting out bolder and bolder. Cut fingers gently cupped one of the breasts for an equally subtle kneading. She turned to face him, placing a huge paw on her back.
- Honey... - she began, but was interrupted by a steel grip on her buttocks, lifting her up to sit on his lap.
He stuck his sweet lips into her, as he did every time he came back from a hard day, when just needed her company. If it were someone else, she would probably treat it as abuse, maybe even rape. But Hanabi knew her husband well enough that she knew how he wasn't particularly eager to talk about his feelings. It happened, a fact, but when he wanted something, just took it. In her case, he was surprisingly able to sense when she wouldn't mind. Guess that was one of the reasons she loved him...in some twisted, masochistic way.
- I always forget that I married a "bad boy". - she laughed beadily as she cupped big neck and tucked tiny fingers into raven hair.
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*Sensei - honorific title identifying the lecturer, teacher, master, also writers, doctors, politicians and all others who have achieved a certain level of mastery in their field
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Snow Hashira, Koarashi Miyuri
The following is information on my Demon Slayer OC. There's quite a lot of information below the cut, so feel free to skip if you aren't interested.
Information
Given Name: Miyuri, Family Name: Koarashi
Kanji: 子嵐 美ゆり
Kanji Translations: 子(ko, for child), 嵐(arashi, for storm); 美(mi, for beauty), and ゆり(yuri, for lily)
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Height: 160 cm (5’ 3”)
Weight: 112 lbs/50.8 kg
Birthday: May 24
Hair Colour: white with pale blue tips (initially dark brown)
Eye Colour: Grey
Miyuri’s right eye is blind due to an injury early in her career as a Demon Slayer. As such, it’s duller than her left eye.
Affiliation: Demon Slayer Corps
Occupation:
Demon Slayer
Snow Pillar/Hashira
Combat Style:
Snow Breathing
This is the main Breath Style that Miyuri uses. A partially self-taught but pre-existing Style her father and grandfather once practiced before her.
Mist Breathing
Miyuri learned a small amount of Mist Breathing after a mix-up when her sword changed colour, her cultivator mistaking the colour of the blade for for that of a Mist Breather's sword(is it turquoise or white?) when it was actually a pale, icy blue
Wind Breathing
The first Breath Style taught to her by her cultivator before she settled mostly on Snow Breathing
Status:
Active (pre-timeskip)
Deceased (post-timeskip)
Japanese VA: Marina Inoue
English VA: AmaLee
Personality:
Miyuri is most commonly quiet and slightly cold towards strangers. Very few get past that exterior right away. However, once her trust is earned, she can be quite warm and bubbly to those who have earned it.
Despite being born an only child, Miyuri actually has a surprisingly natural affinity for acting as a big sister figure, and slips into acting in such a way with some of her juniors as easily as she breathes.
When she wants to be, Miyuri is extremely kind and caring, and will do everything in her power to protect those she cares about. Those who earn her compassion are encouraged to cherish and never abuse it.
She’s intuitive to people. A part of it is because of what happened in her past, long before she became a Demon Slayer, and wanted to prevent herself and her allies from falling into a similar trap. When she began her training, she dedicated a chunk of her time to learning how to read people and develop intuition of malicious intent. It’s come in handy more than once.
She has a strong hatred for injustice. This was especially obvious during the trial of the Kamado siblings. She demanded they actually hear out the siblings before coming to a verdict, and agreed that Nezuko should be spared because her only so-called wrongdoing was something she had no choice in. If anyone acts in a way that she views as unjust, Miyuri rarely lets them walk away unscathed.
She can be paranoid at times. Again, it’s because of someone in her past abusing her loved ones' trust. There have been times she will actively avoid someone with genuine intentions because of that paranoia.
She also has times where she’s a workaholic, and forgets to eat for hours on end. She only passed out from malnutrition once, thankfully, but the lecture about the importance of proper eating habits from Shinobu still makes her shudder.
Snow Breathing
Snow Breathing is a derivative of Wind Breathing that is similar to Water Breathing’s derivative, Flower Breathing. Snow Breathing also has hints of Water Breathing inspiration in a couple forms, but the main foundation is Wind Breathing. The forms were developed by Miyuri’s grandfather. Almost all of the forms are aerial, so it’s recommended that users have strong jumping capabilities and high flexibility.
A core purpose of Snow Breathing is to use one’s movements to avoid, confuse, and surprise the opponent, leaving them more open for an attack.
Users of the Breath Style must be cautious. Improper use, overuse, and/or a lack of precautions is dangerous. Snow Breathing has the side effect of causing the user’s body temperature and immediate vicinity to cool quite a bit, leading to the danger of hypothermia and frostbite. It is strongly suggested that users of Snow Breathing wear layers or extra insulative clothing along with their uniform, and have a secondary Breathing Style to use in longer fights to prevent the effects of overuse.
There are 7 Snow Breathing Forms in total, 6 created by Miyuri’s grandfather, and the 7th created by Miyuri herself.
First Form: Frozen Fang
User leaps into the air and delivers two vertical slashes in rapid succession, using the momentum of the second slash to perform a midair backflip and deliver a final horizontal slash.
Second Form: Frostbitten Eternity
User unleashes several multi-directional slashes with the intention to confuse the target so it’s easier to decapitate them.
This is also quite useful for deflecting incoming attacks.
Third Form: Piercing Blizzard
User performs a backflip over the target’s head before delivering a powerful stab, usually intended to pierce the neck or head.
Fourth Form: Snowfall Dance
User performs a series of leaping and spinning moves as they make their way towards the target, making it more difficult to hit them
Fifth Form: Suffocating Tempest
The user alternates randomly between higher and lower diagonal attacks, performing a total of 10 slashes or until they decapitate the opponent.
A common pattern for this attack is to go higher, lower, higher, lower, until the opponent tries to use the pattern to their advantage, then to go from whichever direction they try to dodge in based on the initial pattern.
Sixth Form: Kuraokami
The user performs several rotating movements, both running and aerial, to build up power. With enough power, the snow effect will take the form of a Japanese Dragon before decapitating the target.
This is also an excellent way to dodge while attacking, due to the variation the movements one can use in the power development stage.
Seventh Form: Frozen Paradise
This form was developed by Miyuri Arashi, and inspired by Sun Breathing's Fake Rainbow form.
The user uses a series of twists and flips to generate an afterimage. If attacked before vanishing, the afterimage will create a freezing cold effect on the attacker that has the potential to spread quite quickly from the area and temporarily debilitate the victim of the attack.
Most Demon Slayers can barely withstand the cold if they attack the afterimage, with the exceptions being users of Flame Breathing and Sun Breathing, who can usually withstand the cold due to their increased body heat.
Taisho Era Secrets
Miyuri's favourite food is rumoured to be ichigo daifuku(strawberry mochi). Those who have brought it to her(including a certain Water Hashira) have had the rare opportunity to witness a full, wide smile from Miyuri.
Miyuri’s body temperature is a bit colder than the average person due to her use of Snow Breathing(as well as another factor). Once, she and Tanjirou Kamado shook hands, and both of them leapt back due to the temperature shock! You can always tell when they accidentally bump into each other, because one or both of them will jump and/or yelp. (side headcanon: Tanjirou runs warmer than the average person due to being a practicing Sun Breather.) Here is a visual:
Miyuri wears the following to keep herself warmer when using Snow Breathing: Fur-lined kyahan, a thick, lined cloak with a fur-lined hood, thick stockings that go up to her thighs.
Her hair is white, but she was born with dark brown hair. The effects of a Blood Demon Art on her first mission changed the colour, so no one who's met her after that mission knows what she looked like.
Historically, it’s nearly impossible for Snow Breathers to attain the Demon Slayer Mark. Due to how the Breath Style drops their body temperature, users struggle to raise their temperature to the required 39 degrees Celsius(102.2 degrees Fahrenheit) to unlock the Mark. And if any have reached that temperature, they haven’t survived for long enough to activate the Demon Slayer Mark.
Miyuri likes to make herself a cocoon with her cloak. Some Slayers have reported seeing her perched in trees while in the position. They’re told not to question it. It’s also a good way for her to warm up while searching for a demon.
In terms of her flexibility, Miyuri ranges from just a bit behind Mitsuri to between Mitsuri and Inosuke. She trained herself to be extremely flexible in cold climates so it wouldn’t backfire on her while using Snow Breathing. When she warms up, that flexibility increases and becomes that little bit more terrifying.
She loves reading, especially foreign material. Her favourite genres are folktales/fairy tales, and books containing foreign jargon, the latter of which she uses on the regular for new words. It’s nice to have extra descriptors for people. (Rumour has it that Mist Hashira, Tokito Muichiro, has learned quite a few foreign insults from his time with the Snow Hashira)
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