Meet Me on the Hunting Grounds
By SMYGO4EVA

Tanjiro knew that he hated Muzan, with every fiber of his being. He never said anything. He didn't want to, but there was no denying the growing bloodlust in his eyes.

Muzan Kibutsuji.

He hated him for what he had done to his family, to Nezuko, and to everyone he knew. He could see his family splayed and gutted, blood upon the walls, as the snow glistened white.

Nezuko never asked to become a demon, but it was what she had to bear, worse than death.

They did nothing to deserve such a cruel fate, and he saw it every night.

Killing him would be so gratifying, and Tanjiro knew that.

Muzan knew that there were many looking for his head on a pike, out for his blood, and many who wished a befitting death. He wouldn't see that come to pass, especially to the one with the Hanafuda earrings.

That boy, Tanjiro, would ready his lesser blade, and he would strike him at any chance he could. Muzan would not be so forgiving, as the cold, sharp surface cut upon him, his flesh red.

Muzan would allow the boy Tanjiro to look right into him into his eyes clouded by hate and bloodlust, just this once.

Tanjiro would shake with anger, and Muzan would tremble with excitement.

Tanjiro would cut him, the sting against the demon's skin, drawing inhuman blood.

The demon would smile, while the boy grit his teeth.

Muzan couldn't wait to see the boy again.

Tanjiro couldn't wait to kill the demon.