『WARNING!』

- Swearing

- Violence

- Angst

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『2nd Person』
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Finally, Haganezuka finishes his speech letting Tanjiro be able to talk to him. "Come on, just for a second! Can you please get.." Tanjiro pauses his talking, kneeling down to the ground with one knee to where Haganezuka was. "Off of the ground?" Tanjiro politely asks.

Right after Tanjiro asked that, Haganezuka swiftly moves his head up to finally get a good look at Tanjiro. Which startles Tanjiro a bit.

'A Hyottoko mask!' Tanjiro exclaims in his head. Snapping out of his thoughts immediately when Haganezuka starts humming, observing his face. "Oh! You're a child of brightness!" Haganezuka yells out in realization, only confusing Tanjiro. "What luck!" Haganezuka happily says.

"No, I'm the son of Tanjuro and Kie." Tanjiro denies, shaking his head as he raises his hand up.

"That isn't what I meant." Tanjiro tells Haganezuka.

Haganezuka points his finger at Tanjiro. "Your hair and eyes are red." Haganezuka points out, getting his finger a bit closer to Tanjiro face.

"Houses who work with fire have such children. Be happy for your good fortune." Haganezuka jabs his finger into Tanjiro cheek. "Oh, really?" Tanjiro responds, holding Haganezuka wrist that was the owner of the finger that was drilling into Tanjiro cheek, pulling it away from his face.

"That means your sword may turn red." Haganezuka peaks into the room where Urokodaki and you were sitting. "Right, Urokodaki?" The man asks Urokodaki. "Yes." Urokodaki responds, agreeing with Haganezuka. Haganezuka comes inside with Tanjiro, giving Tanjiro his nichirin sword before bringing out your nichirin sword and giving it to you. However, your nichirin sword wasn't a katana, it was a scythe. It had fake skulls behind the blade and one at the bottom, it made you wonder why the swordsmith would put that there, but you shrugged it off as nothing. "Go on, draw your sword." Haganezuka says as he moves both of his arms in a funny way. Tanjiro responds with an 'alright' as he sweat drops, noticing how Haganezuka finally came inside and was immediately excited for Tanjiro nichirin color. Tanjiro grips the sheathe of the katana, unsheathing his katana before gripping both of his hands in front of him a bit firmly. After a few seconds of pregnant silence, the sword starts to change color. The color coming from bottom to the top. Tanjiro stares in awe, amazed by how his katana changed it's color.

The nichirin sword was black.

"Black?!" Haganezuka blurts out, sounding a little angry as he slumps.

"Black.." Urokodaki mumbles, sounding a little amused. You were also a bit amused, you've never heard anything about a black nichirin sword. "Huh? Is black bad?! Is it unlucky?!" Tanjiro starts to panic, throwing questions at the two males in front of him.

"No, it's not, it's just..that a black nichirin sword is just rare to see..." Urokodaki answers, while Haganezuka, he's gripping his knees and looks like he's already about to burst.

Haganezuka screams in frustration, throwing his head back as he grips his head out of anger.

"I thought I was gonna get to see a bright red katana! Damn!" Haganezuka yells out, pissed that he wasn't gonna see a red katana and only got black instead.

Haganezuka screams again, but he suddenly jumps in the air and goes straight towards Tanjiro. He goes behind him, putting his leg around his lower torso and the other one over his shoulder as he stretches Tanjiro upper body to the left. While you, you just watch as you hold your nichirin scythe to you and stay back. Not wanting to become next to experience the pain Tanjiro was having right now.

"Ow! Stop! How old do you think you are?!"

"I'm 37!"

Finally, the man stopped being pissed at Tanjiro. Or more like he forgot that he was pissed at Tanjiro, very excited what color your scythe would be.

You suddenly felt the need to stand up, trusting your gut feeling, you stood up.

You unsheathe your scythe, you put both hands in the middle of what might seems like the handle for the scythe. Suddenly, another blade pops out from the bottom, making it a double-sided scythe before it starts changing to it's color.

It was gone.

"The blades are gone!!" Tanjiro exclaimed, shocked a little on how it didn't change to color, but instead, disappeared.

You move it a little, noticing a faint silver outline on it. The blades were still there. It didn't disappear, it just became..Transparent. "No, the blades are still there. It's just that they've became transparent..." Urokodaki explained before muttering a 'interesting' to himself after.

Tanjiro admires the blade, also noticing the faint silver outline on it to show that it's still there.

He was shocked, he couldn't even notice the faint silver outline from where he sat. It seemed so thin and faint. That's when he realized something, something he didn't realize the whole time ever since he has met you.

What was their breath?

Come to think of it, he never really asked about your breath, nor even saw it.

Maybe he could ask about your breath later.

"Kaw!"

Maybe not.

"Kamado Tanjiro! (Y/n)! You must head for a town to the north!" The crow starts talking, it's voice secretly annoying you a little, including how loud it's being.

Your crow decides to speak up after perching on your shoulder, sounding more calm and a bit more quiet than Tanjiro crow. "As a demon hunter, this is your first job." It surprised Tanjiro on how his crow was loud, while your own crow, sounded more calm and relaxed. But he was also surprised how these crows talked.

'A job?' You thought, gently stroking their crow head. Getting a kind nuzzle into your palm in return.

"Go, and beware!" Tanjiro crow went back to yelling, almost making Tanjiro startle from it's volume. "In this northern town, young girls are disappearing! Night after night!" The crow explains the mission.

This peaks your interest, making you wonder how the mission will be when you and Tanjiro get to your destination.

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A young man with brown eyes walks with a girl who had a red ribbon on the back of her head, laughing and smiling with her in the night.

Girls..

However, when the man closed his eyes for a second.

Girls..

He realized that his fiancé wasn't laughing anymore, opening his eyes to check on her. He didn't see her. He turns around in every direction, swinging his lantern around to see where the love of his life went. She wasn't there.

Turning around, he noticed something on the ground.

On the ground. It was the sandal of his fiancé, the other was a decorated pouch she held with her.

Disappearing!

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『3rd Person』
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It was almost the afternoon, the sun up in the morning sky, beaming down on all the people in the town.

A masked person walks beside a boy with hanadufa earrings. A few people stared before going back to what they were doing, (Y/n) and Tanjiro didn't care if they were being stared at, they were focused on the mission to even care.

Tanjiro remembers back when he and (Y/n) had a talk with Urokodaki before they left to the mission, well—more like Tanjiro and Urokodaki.

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"Demon slayer corps uniforms are made from a special fabric." Urokodaki explains to Tanjiro, the boy adjusting to his demon slayer corps uniform. (Y/n), who's standing next to Tanjiro, adjusts their uniform collar. They pulled it up a little to cover a bit more of their neck. "It breathes easily, and it results both water and flame." That answered a few of (Y/n) questions when they saw the uniform, it would be easier for (Y/n) to not ruin their uniform besides dirt.

"Even the claws and fangs of lesser demons..cannot tend this corps uniform." That amused (Y/n) a little, not really knowing the uniform would be that unique.

Tanjiro puts on his checkered haori, sporting it with his uniform. He looked over at (Y/n), wondering what they look like right now with their uniform and cloak. Their cloak seemed shorter than before. The cloak only now reached their thighs, almost like a red riding hood cloak. Their demon slayer corps uniform was hinted with a faint bit of (e/c), fitting with how they look perfectly. Tanjiro also noticed that their mask looked a bit more cleaner, but still dull and old tiny scratches on it were still there. Lastly, they finished it off with sandals, black socks and (e/c) straps.

They still looked a bit the same, but in Tanjiro eyes, they looked even more amazing than before.

That's when he realized that (Y/n) noticed he was staring, causing him to immediately look away and apologize as his face turned into a tomato. (Y/n) stare lingered a bit on Tanjiro before looking away.

"Also.." Both of the duo looked at Urokodaki, seeing a large box in his hands.

"..Take this." Urokodaki sat the box down in front of Tanjiro, Tanjiro sat down to get a better look, (Y/n) mimicking him. "It's a box for carrying your sister in the day. I made it from an incredibly light wood called kirikumo cedar." Urokodaki explains to Tanjiro.

"I coated it with rock lacquer to harden the texture." Tanjiro feels the texture of it, seeing that Urokodaki was right. "It is also stronger than a normal box." Urokodaki finishes explaining, answering a question that was in Tanjiro head.

"There is a mere speculation..but instead of eating the flesh of humans..." Urokodaki trails off.

"Nezuko may sleep to replenish her strength."

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A young man staggers by, looking like he was beaten up and lost everything that was important to him that he couldn't do anything else in the world now.

Tanjiro looks over his shoulder, feeling upset on what happened to the poor young man. (Y/n)? (Y/n) just kept on walking with zero interest on what happened to the man. However, when the people started to whisper once they saw the young man, it caught (Y/n) interest.

They stopped walking, listening in on the conversation the old ladies were having. Tanjiro does the same, seeking the information he and (Y/n) would need.

"Look, Kazumi is so pitifully haggard.." The old lady whispers to the other one, her hand on her mouth in sadness. "Because he was with Satako when she disappeared.." The other old lady explains. That answered the information Tanjiro and (Y/n) were looking for, Tanjiro turns around and walks towards the staggering man named 'Kazumi'. (Y/n) stays behind.

(Y/n) listens a bit more onto the conversation, wondering if they'll get any more information.

"Night after night, it's so creepy..!" The old lady whispers out to the other one. "Yes, it's awful..!" The other one agrees. "When night comes..another young girl will disappear..." The conversation ends, giving enough answer for (Y/n), (Y/n) turns around and jogs after Tanjiro. Right on time when Tanjiro yells out the young man name. The said latter turns around, still looking lost. "I would like to speak with you, if I may?" Tanjiro kindly asks Kazumi, being responded with a mixed expression, a frown and confusion on his face.

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『 Timeskip 』
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The two stopped when Kazumi halted in front of them, looking down at the ground where he saw the sandal and decorated pouch of his fiancé.

"This is where Satoko disappeared." Kazumi says, frowning down at the ground.

"You may not believe me, but..—" Kazumi wasn't able to finish his sentence, as he was interrupted by Tanjiro. "I believe you!" He blurts out, sounding determined. "I absolutely believe you!!" Tanjiro repeats, adding the word 'absolutely' in it and being honest with his words.

And that's when Tanjiro decides to do something out of the blue, which kinda makes (Y/n) a little concerned.

Tanjiro bows down on the floor and starts sniffing it.

"Truly!"

Kazumi was literally confused and shocked, not understanding what this boy was doing. 'The faint odor of a demon remains..' Tanjiro thinks to himself as he got a whiff of a faint scent of the demon they were looking for. 'But it's uneven..and unusual.' He thinks as he sniffs a few more.

'Who is this kid? What is he doing?' Kazumi starts wondering to himself, not getting what's going on with the boy younger than him.

Turning to to the masked person beside him, he calls out to them. "Um..Is he always like this?" Kazumi questions, hoping (Y/n) would answer his question. They nod, giving the answer that Kazumi he needed instead of being left with his question. He wonders if they're mute, maybe they just don't like to talk? He wasn't sure. He looks back at Tanjiro, who's still sniffing the ground like a dog. He remembers back to how he got these bruises.

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"Don't joke with me!! You say she disappeared..? Why you—" The man that was the father of Sakoto grips onto Kazumi Kimono, getting ready to give him another beating.

"Please stop!" The lady that was the mother of Satoko begged, not wanting anymore violence to happen anymore in her household. She tries to pull her husband back, only to be pushed away a little. But she tries again, her pull being weak sense she's still devastated that her daughter disappeared and went missing.

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Kazumi looks down at the ground in shame, not noticing that (Y/n) was looking at him out of the corner of their eyes. 'What's wrong with him?' They thought, wanting to ask but let's it be.

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It was already night, meaning it's time for people to good night sleep.

A girl with long, raven, hair that reached her back slides open a shoji door. Bidding her mother goodnight after having a talk with her. She wanted to go outside at night, but she sadly couldn't. Girls that are her age disappear at night, never to be ever seen again.

That's why her mother decides to lock her in the house at night, fearing that she would disappear too.

As she walks down the hallways of her home, she didn't notice that a murky water suddenly starts to form on her wooden floor behind her. Once she gets her futon out, she starts to make it, getting ready to sleep. She lays down in her futon, staring up at the ceiling with sad eyes as he brows frowned. 'I wonder what happened to those girls..I hope they're alright...' She thought to herself before closing her eyes and falling asleep. That's when the murky water decides to appear under her futon, getting a little bigger than before. Pale arms, almost as white as snow, slowly comes out from inside the murky water. Both of the pale arms hover it's hands over the girls face, getting ready to attack. The girl wakes up, feeling a hand cover her arm and arm wrap around her torso.

She feels herself being pulled down to something, not wanting to know and just wanting live like her mother wants her to, she struggles. She brings an arm out, her head going under the murky water with the rest of her body. Her hand reaching for help, but nobody wasn't there to help her.

Her hand sinks into the murky water, the murky water slowly disappearing once the hand was inside.

Even when you're inside a house at night, you'll still get attacked..

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