Crossover KNY Hashiras Little Misfortune Little Misfortune X Kny - Tumblr Posts
Kny x Little Misfortune
Hashiras reaction to Little Misfortune’s name
Tengen -
“Hello there! Are you the little girl whose Master said each Hashira would be taken care of?” “Oh, is Master the guy with the purple forehead?” “Yes!” “Oh, alright” “I am Tengen Uzui! The most Flamboyant Hashira, and person, in the world! I am also the sound Pillar!” “Oh, nice to meet you Tengen Uzui! *Giggles*” “Now who might you be, Flamboyant child?” “Misfortune!” Uzui froze for a few seconds “...Misfortune…?” “Yes, that’s my name!” “.....” Uzui didn’t know what to say, after all, he has never met any kind of parents who would just name their kid ‘Misfortune’. Uzui was confused, and was honestly concerned about her parents who had named her that.
Rengoku -
“Uh-excuse me Sir?” “Hm?” Rengoku looked down at the child. “Are you Rengoku Kyojurou?” “Yes! Indeed I am, little one!” “Great! Purple forehead guy told me that you would be taking care of me this week!” “Is that so?” “Yes! Mister Voice said not to trust you, but he was being silly” “Before I ask who Mister Voice is, who might you be?” “Misfortune, that’s who I am!” “...” Rengoku’s smile faded into a frown “...Misfortune?” “Yes?” “...That’s your name?” “Yes, indeed it is!” “...” Rengoku got in a state of thinking, perhaps a little too hard on this girl who’s name was ‘Misfortune’.
Mitsuri -
“Hello there!” “Hm-OMG! Your so adorable! I love your hat, I know that clothing might be a little too big for you but that doesn’t stop it from being adorable!” “Why thank you, my Mommy says that I need to thank people who compliment me, since I’m a little lady, ya know?” “Eeee! You sure are-oh, sorry, I got off topic, uh-I’m Mitsuri Kanroji! Oh-are you the girl I’m going to take care of this week!?!?” “Yes, I sure am Kanroji! *giggles*” “Eeee! I’m sure you have an adorable name as well! What’s your name?” “Misfortune!” Mitsuri froze ‘...what kind of parents would name such a sweet girl Misfortune?’ Mitsuri wondered, she got a bit concerned.
Shinobu -
“Are you Shinobu?” Shinobu turned around to see a small child “Indeed I am, who might you-” “Mister Purple Forehead told me that you will be taking care of me this week!” “Oh, alright, I don’t mind taking care of you, but I never quite got your name, what is it?” “Misfortune!” Shinobu stayed smiling, but her mind got confused. “...Misfortune?” “That’s me!” Misfortune giggled. Shinobu continued smiling, but it was full of concern and a bit of anger ‘...what kind of sick people…’ was all she thought.
Giyuu -
“Mister black hair, wait up!” Giyuu stopped and turned around to see a child. He figured it was the child that each Hashira was supposed to take care of for a week. “...” He didn’t say a word “Are you Giyuu Tomioka?” She asked. Giyuu nodded “...Yes” he answered. The girl smiled and giggled “Nice to meet you, I am Misfortune!” Giyuu stopped. “...What?” “My name is Misfortune!” “...” Giyuu didn’t understand why parents would name a child ‘Misfortune’, he was confused, and wanted to understand why.
Muichiro -
Muichiro just looked at the child, she seemed about 7 or 8 years old, he sighed “...I’m probably going to forget about you, so just tell me your name, I’m probably gonna forget it anyways…” “My name is Misfortune!” Muichiro froze “....I don’t think I’ll forget that name…” that was all he said.
Gyomei -
He was actually a bit excited to be keeping a child for a week, and then after 8 more weeks, he would be able to look after you again. It was mostly because he wanted to help all children, and he loved them all. Gyomei was just standing when- “Hey!” A little girl called. Gyomei could not see her but he could hear her. The girl looked up in amazement as Gyomei looked down and smiled “Woah- are you a giant!?!?” Gyomei shook his head “No, I am Gyomei, though if you want to think of me as a giant, I would not mind that at all. What is your name, little one?” Gyomei loved children, though he sensed a dark aura coming around her. It wasn’t from her, but it was around her, it was even darker than any demons he had ever faced. “I am Misfortune!” She called. Gyomei frowned a little, I mean, what kind of parents would name a child Misfortune?
Iguro -
Obanai wasn’t really excited, he wasn’t really a ‘kid’ person. Iguro was just chilling in a tree, when a girl called out “Hey! Hey! Are you Iguro?” she asked. Iguro looked at her, her accent was weird, unusual. Iguro rolled his eyes and jumped down “Yes, I am, now tell me who you are-” “Woah!? Is that a snake!? Cool! I have never seen a snake before!” She tried to pet Kaburamaru, but Iguro smacked her hand “Hey-ouch, that hurts! I guess Mister voice was right...everything does have an effect, no matter what you do…” Iguro was about to ask two things. One, who was Mister voice. Two, what did she mean. He didn’t get to do either because she spoke her name. “Anyways, I am Misfortune!” Iguro froze for a few seconds “...Why do they call you ‘Misfortune’?” Misfortune shrugged “Just the name I was born with” Iguro didn’t believe that, I mean, why would her parents just name her that?
Sanemi -
Sanemi pretended to be annoyed, but in reality, he was nervous. Now, he never really admitted this, but he was actually soft with children. He was nervous because he didn’t look exactly…friendly, as you would say. He was just walking then- “Hey! Are you Sanemi?” Sanemi turned around to see a child. Sanemi rolled his eyes, pretending to be rude “Yes, now listen here you brat, I am just taking care of you because of what Master said! So I suggest, while your with me, to stay quiet!” “Ok!” The girl giggled. Sanemi got confused “Why are you giggling!?” He asked. “You act like my Dad, he one time threw a stone at my face one time, see?” The girl took out a stone, covered with dried blood that must have never been cleaned in at least 3 or 4 years. Sanemi froze “...” “Anyways, I am Misfortune!” Sanemi tried to make it seem like he didn’t care, but it was difficult, how could he not? “...Your name is Misfortune?” “Yes, indeed it is” Misfortune giggled. Sanemi rolled his eyes “...”