THE COLOR OF THE WORLD

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Disclaimer: Kimetsu no Yaiba belongs to Koyoharu Gotouge

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Genre(s): Adventure/ Hurt/Comfort

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Warning(s): Typo is my most loyal fan, spelling mistakes because English is not my mother language, Possibly OOC and a lot of Angst. I hope.

Beta'ed by LamboLover36

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Manga: Chapter 58, 60, 61, 62, 63

Chapter 59, just for the sake of Nezuko's nightmare and explaining where's Enmu's real body was.

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Nezuko's eyes slowly open.

Tanjiro's concerned face was the first view she got after a good night's dream she thought would never have again.

The ginger teen exclaimed in happiness and proceed to hug the life out of her, whining and snuggling in the crook of her neck. Nezuko squeezed him back with as much intensity as she could as well ( he's still a demon. He's not human. Yet. But he's real. Realer than the soft-spoken Tanjiro in my dream, if that is even a word) breath stuttered for the nth time.

She's back. She finally woke up. She can finally see her family with her own eyes and not some kind of disturbing, fake, yet annoyingly warm, her heart thudded illusion this demon jerk dared show her.

"Oi, Nedukon! If you're finished with your tear-filled reunion, I'm going up ahead!" Inosuke growled, hacking another limb that came near his peripheral. Right. They were in the middle of a battle here. Where one wrong move or a split second of hesitation will yank their lives away from the mortal realm. Pig Mask stomped and dashed to the next car, leaving her with a word, "I'm not letting Zenbiksu get all the fun! Yahahahahaha!"

Nezuko slowly rose up, propped by the worried brother, trying to regain her balance after being trapped in an intoxicating fantasy. She was ready to chase after her friends, not wanting them to hog all the fighting alone (she wanted to maim the demon, okay? It was petty and childish, but she thought it was reasonable of her after they played with her feeling like that. No force was enough to stop an angry, pissed off a woman from her warpath) and help them in protecting the vulnerable passengers inside. Then a small, almost inaudible scuffle echoed near the back of her, she immediately turned, palm clasped the handle of one of her swords. In the seat next to her, was a sickly young man with glassy orbs. Tears were rolling down his baggy eyes as he stared at her, expression unreadable. He looked harmless at first, just a civilian who woke up too early in this mess that she hoped will not get any night terrors the moment he knew they were trapped by a bloodthirsty beast. But one look at the burned rope on his wrist—causing her to notice the same rope on her wrist—made her tense, poised to attack if she need be. Nezuko didn't need to wonder much about it. She already noticed other people with the same armament on their person sprawled on the floor after she stood up, fainted on the hard, train floor.

Whoever put them to sleep must've realized they were the perpetrator of these bizarre happening. That these…teenagers were the reason why they were caged within their own minds.

(But they are human. Nezuko watched as his pastel blue swam. Are they being manipulated by the demon? But I don't see any black on his color. No sign of possession)

(Then she takes a good look. Really take a good look at his fog. It was the color of a human being, sure. Pretty and soothing, as usually a behavior of a color that belonged to a nice person. Except it moved sluggishly. Too sluggishly, the second Kamado gulped. She knew this symptom from somewhere. One that she saw from Kagaya-sama's fog. One that she saw from her late grandma's fog. One that she saw from her late, sickly, near deathbed father's fog)

(He's sick. Oh god, he's still young but he's so sick. Something lodged between her dry throat. What is he doing here? Why is he doing this? And not staying at home and be taken care of so he could escape from whatever illness that he has, living a life he should've live—)

A roar from the carriages up front caught her attention. Realization dawn onto her and Nezuko's fist tightened, the swords inside the scabbard cackled in silent rage.

(This…this demon. She gnashed her teeth, burgundy eyes popped out. They're taking advantage of people's hearts. They're taking advantage of people's weaknesses and desires!)

(Unforgivable, unforgivable, UNFORGIVAB—)

"Young girl…" his hoarse voice reached her hearing, the pink hunter snapped her attention back to the silent human. The tears were still there, albeit less of a waterfall and more similar to raindrops, yet his smile was genuine. Happy and almost…relieved, he murmured, "please. Be careful."

Nezuko's lips trembled (is this what Tamayo-san feel when she saw human Yushiro-san? Gosh, I want to help him myself. I don't wish for the life of a demon on him, but I want to help him live a little longer otherwise) and she bowed. Before she unsheathed both of her blades then rushed to the next room, followed by Tanjiro who surreptitiously nodded at the sick young man.

The said man himself opted to sit back on the chair, breathing slowly while cradling his chest. It didn't hurt. Rather, he felt…calm inside.

He remembered. His time in the girl's mindscape, no matter how short it was. How he felt…content for the first time in his whole arduous life. He recalled how he wished to indulge the little mermaids on their game—playing ball with friends he wished to have if his sickness didn't prevent him to. Folding the origami just like how his parents taught him before they were too busy trying to find a medicine for him. Or crying in the middle of the night for their helplessness in saving their only child. Creating a bouquet of beautiful flowers like how the big sister in his hometown used to before a similar sickness claimed her life— but a selfish part of him reminded him not to do that. This is clearly a distraction. A way for the girl to make him forget his main objective. Like a protective barrier, the guardian of self.

(Although, this kind of mind bodyguard? Wasn't it supposed to be menacing and dangerous? Because they were trying to protect the core part of their own person. The very culmination of their being. This…festival— some of them started playing jump rope, swinging on a bubble swing, or playing a seesaw—was so…merry. The scary tale of a hunters' mindscape I heard from the demon a moment ago—to warn them not to screw up their duty—doesn't seem to apply itself in this girl version of one. This was too…peaceful ).

So, he turned his nose away, ignoring the beckoning of the little mermaids (and his clenching heart) and swam to another direction. To a gaping maw he vaguely saw at the bottom of the sea.

That must be where her core lay, as the quantity of the mermaids who asked him to join in on the fun increased. He ignored everything. The cute blob, the beautiful underwater plants, the playful animal. He kept diving and diving, leaving the bright sea to enter the dark chasm of the ocean.

It was a jarring transition, he belatedly thought as he moved his legs up and down. Upfront, she seems like a bubbly girl, with all the beauty of the sea splayed so brazenly. But then, judging from the darkness that stretched far without end that was this chasm, it was clear she was trying to hide something. Not talking about her spiritual core, but about her real self she masked under the countenance of a nice girl. Then he doesn't feel too bad. When he finally destroyed her spirit and let the demon kill her. One less two-faced people for the world not to miss.

However, that wicked intention completely left him when he arrived at his destination. An open clam, protected by three little mermaids stood under the spotlight. They were different from the playful glob up there. These mermaids were covered by black tendrils, crawling like a disgusting worm inside their transparent body. Behind them, was a pearl; her spiritual core. It has a small crack on it, yet still sparkled with a bright, cyan light that brightened this darkening place. The thing was, that beautiful core was the reason why these mermaids were…poisoned. Maybe it was just a bad match-up and these creature's elements were not compatible with the pure pearl. Still, it was clear the longer they stay in this place, the more their sickness contaminated them. But they didn't move. Kept protecting the fragile thing with their own dying body and his heart clenched once more.

(Why? Shouldn't you save yourself? Why won't you save yourself?)

The gimlet he held in his palm trembled with hesitation.

(You're clearly dying. That core you defend so hard was the reason why you're hurting. So why won't you get away and save yourse—)

The mermaids cried.

(…ah)

(You…you're suffering just like I do, huh?)

(But unlike me…you found the strength to keep living with a smile, hiding your true hurting beneath a happy countenance)

He fell like a doll without strings. The gimlet he held clattered to the invisible floor. The creatures stop bristling.

(How…how can you be so strong?)

The contaminated mermaids ( her true self) looked at each other, contemplating. Before they came to the same solution, picked up the pearl and offer it to him, singing out a melodic tune that was a contrast image of their poisoned appearance. With it out in the open, the core is so defenseless, so easy for him to crush it. So easy for him to finish his job and yet— (How can you be so... so nice?)

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Entering someone else's dream is extraordinarily dangerous, the demon Enmu explained. In the case that the dreamer's consciousness is extremely powerful, it could resonate with others and influence them. That's why the Lower Moon One didn't want to enter anyone's dream, especially the filthy hunter's.

The sickly man breathed in and out, listening to his own beating heart. He didn't really understand it at that time. But, when the girl woke up on her own and the invisible floor in her mind crumbled into nothingness, the dying blob took the initiative itself and went after him. Crashing into his open embrace. The mermaid that was part of Nezuko was now rested within his being, soothing him like a calm ocean and lighting his darken self like a calm after the storm. Now, now he understands.

And he was grateful.

To be influenced by such a kind person.

"Thank you," the man murmured, "thank you…for existing…"

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Go kill that monster and please, stay safe.

The train is the demon.

Nezuko could not believe it. But if it was true, then everything was clear. From how the train sprouted these limbs out of nowhere, how the material of the train was the said limbs itself and not the normal metal when Inosuke used his technique to tore open the roof and chase after the fake body of the beast. She didn't meet the demon face to face so she didn't have a chance to talk to him. Inosuke did, however. He descended from the sky via the big hole and start flailing and spouting off their redacted conversation with misplaced awe ( "I saw it myself, Nedukon! I chopped his neck, but he didn't die! He said the Master of the Land woke up and he'll devour every single one of these sleeping civilians!", "Master of the La—Inosuke, I told you, a train is just a vehicle! It's not a demon!", "The jerk said it himself, tho'? That he 'fused' or something? I didn't really pay attention to his rambling so—", "Wait, back up. What do you mean, fused?")

So, don't blame Nezuko when she immediately went into a full-blown panic.

What should she do? There are 200 passengers inside and if they're literally in the demon belly, he could easily consume the people here to regain his strength. Should she find Kyojuro and ask him to search for the main body of this beast? But then if there's someone who could protect these amount of people without breaking a sweat, it was a Pillar. Especially as the pretty boy already told them he'll protect the last five cars, meaning he was occupied enough. Nezuko kind of wanted the demon's weakness to be placed at the back of the train so Kyojuro can finish him in one fell swoop. Yet her Sight decided, nope. Nothing is ever going in her favor, as they showed her how the black fog accumulated at the open door on the front part. Even Inosuke's nose agreed with that conclusion, Pig Mask immediately went to it without wasting any other time.

After passing the bouncing Zenitsu in the first-class carrier, the first thing she saw was the form of the Beast Breath User. Almost overwhelmed by the reaching monstrous hands from all directions. The second Kamado wall-jumped and landed in his personal space, twisted her body—Sixth Style— blue water sprouted from her dual swords as she unfurled—TWISTING WHIRPOOL— nailing the too-close-for-comfort limbs with precision, causing the disembodied hands to fall uselessly.

It's right below. She huffed. The color is so dense below here, "Inosuke!"

"Don't boss me around!" Second Fang— he raised his arms and clashed his katanas into one at the same time. He then swung it down so fast, creating a cross slash at the supposedly hard, metal floor. RIP AND TEAR!

And the biggest bone she ever saw in her life lay dormant, along with pulsing veins and throbbing red muscles.

Breath of Water, Eight St—

"NO! DON'T YOU DARE!" her attack was cut off by a voice that didn't belong to the pretty boy nor the ginger teen—they were now team-attacking the hands around, giving Nezuko space to breath, figuratively and literally—her instincts told her to dodge so she did. Evading the thrust of a gimlet from the thin conductor who had punched a hole in their tickets hours ago ( so he's also the demon's accomplice. Of course, he is!). The gray muscles around the inner wall used that distraction to cover their open neck, hindering her from unleashing an attack that will cut it in half. The conductor himself has his shoulders hunched, ice pick raised to the air and his bloodshot eyes glaring at Nezuko with a heated gaze that could almost kill, "don't you dare get in the way of my dream!" "Sir, I—"

"GET AWAY FROM IT!" he roared, slashing the weapon wildly, Nezuko ducked, leaned back, rolled down. One of the attacks cut the side of his cheek and sniped the right side of her waist. His deranged expression scrunched even more when he swung the weapon from under, ready to pierce her widened burgundy eyes, "GET AWAY FROM MY DREA—"

BUK

"Urg—"

Nezuko blinked when the conductor's body suddenly crumpled to the ground without consent. One look at the angry ginger beast from behind, palm raised, however, made her wryly smile. Trust him not to forgive anyone who attacked his family; assaulting two of the Pillars in their first meeting indiscriminately was proof enough this overprotective brother will do anything to keep her safe (at least he knew not to badly injured normal human. He knew not to aim for the kill strike if they're not a man-eating demon). But before she could thank him for the protection, a horde of meat rushed like a wave. Casting a shadow upon the shocked Tanjiro and swallowing him whole.

"NIICHAN!"

Nezuko dashed, almost knocking the startled Inosuke out of the way to free her trapped sibling from the demon's clutches.

She was met with a lot of eyes instead. With the word 'dream' carved in its pupil.

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"Why won't you save us?" Rokuta wailed.

"What were you doing when we're dying?" Takeo sneered.

"You just survived on your own!" Hanako sobbed.

"Why are you even here?" Shigeru sniffed.

"You're so useless." Father frowned.

"You should've just died." Mother glared.

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" How dare you live your life so cheerfully"

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Nezuko snapped.

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Second Style— she jumped and tucked, creating a circle of water in the air, "Don't you dare…" it slashed the limbs open, revealing the struggling-and-in-the-middle-of-igniting-himself-on-fire Tanjiro.

"DON'T YOU DARE INSULT MY FAMILY!"

WATER WHEEL!

SRASSSHHH

Nezuko gritted her teeth and pulled her brother out. She immediately closed her eyes (half of not wanting to fall into the trap for the second time. And half of not wanting to see how disgusting the fiend's portrayal of her beloved family was) and she poised, waiting. Using her hearing—even if it was not as sharp as Zenitsu's—and Tanjiro's grunts, she nailed some of the limbs that shot out to pierce her without looking, the rest of them were slashed by her brother's claws. The Kamado's siblings were cornered—the girl cannot open her eyes or else she will be too busy trying to escape from the nightmare. While the boy could not proceed too far from Nezuko's wild attack or else these limbs will cage him inside once more; he was also closing his eyes shut and trusting his nose to guess the coming of the next strike. Enmu really wants to please his lord, it seems, even in the middle of getting severed by the hunters himself—they had to slowly slink away from the main car, retreating into the first carriage.

But Inosuke was not bothered by the staring orbs.

He hacked and slashed, laughing maniacally along the way. Over and over, the demon's hands falling like dying flies. How did he do that, she wondered. How could the beast's technique doesn't affect him a single bit—

Aah, I see! It was his headpiece! Nezuko concluded after she deemed the situation safe enough for her to see the world once more. He has a hard time realizing where the gazes are coming from because his mask's eyes almost acted as a reflecting mirror!

"INOSUKE!" she shouted, catching Pig Mask's attention. She diced the accumulating arms on the entrance—the monster was trying to stop other hunters from coming in—and continued, "cut the barrier on his neck! Open the way to his neck once more!

"You don't have to tell me twice!" Fourth style— his arms intertwined and pounced. Creating six, cross slash marks on the floor—kind of resembled a blooming lily—with one, fast movement. MINCE TO BITS!

The bone of the neck was out in the open for the second time.

"It's open, Nedukon!"

"ZENITSU!"

First Style— the yellow-haired boy, who was dashing between three cars at once from the beginning of this battle, didn't waste a lot of time to unleash the skill. The moment he heard Nezuko's scream, lightning danced on the surface of his skin. A loud crackle resounded as sharp as a whistle, he jumped from room to room and arrived at the very front, right on the roof of the train. Like a hawk discovering its prey from afar, Zenitsu plunge with one swift—

THUNDERCLAP FLASH, SIX FOLD!

CRAAACKKKK

And destroy the bone, piercing the red muscle and severing the veins without mercy.

"GYAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

The train exploded.

Not in a sense of explosion caused by fire. But in a sense of the demon writhing in agony, screaming his loudest wail that bunched his limbs in disarray. So loud it felt like it will rupture their eardrums. Hands after hands, muscles after muscles tore the metal of the train in every single direction. It soared high into the night sky, seemingly trying to help himself and escape from the agony of his neck being cut by the nichiriin blade but to no avail.

GRAK GRAK GRAK GRAK

The train bucked then curled like a dying worm, causing them to lose their balance and tumble. Unfortunately, separating them into two groups—Nezuko with Inosuke and Zenitsu with Tanjiro—as the train destroyed itself and they fell out of the vehicle, each to the opposite side.

SCREEEECCCCHH

There was a loud sound.

GRAAAAAKKK

Then the train finally stopped. Toppled over off of the rails.

The dust accumulated, the small rubble flew all over the place. The commotion lasted for a full five minutes before it finally died down and the night went still. Nezuko was lying face down and now was trying to stand up. Or at least sit herself up so she could catch her bearing. But she couldn't do it. Not entirely. As her awareness cleared and her brain started to function, her burgundy eyes trailed downward (there's a slight pain there. Did she get hurt without noticing?). Then they widened, her breath quickened.

She's…been pierced.

By the stray metal from the main engine—was this the emergency brake lever?—popped off of its supposed place after the train was grounded into a useless wreckage and now was stuck in the ground.

And also in her stomach.*

Nezuko was hyperventilating.

"Nedukon!" Inosuke ran frantically skidded to her side with arms flailing. It was clear he was trying to help her, yet he didn't know how to act on it without worsening her injury even further, "Nedukon! Nedukon, hang on!"

"G-Gah…"

"Come on! Stay with me," he swiveled his head around, trying to find a better grip. Of what, maybe the reality itself, she didn't really know and her optimism has dwindled down to a near zero at this point. The sarcasm started pouring out with no filter, "you saved me when I was tangled up in demon flesh so don't die before I can pay you back for it!"

Nezuko wheezed and started coughing blood. It splashed morbidly to the earth and made Inosuke panic even more, "t-the passengers…save…"

"B-But, Nedukon! Your injury…"

"Don't…worry…" did her sight waning? She could feel the dirt inside her mouth, body quivering, "save…save everyone…please…"

"Urgh…f-fine!" Inosuke stood up, huffing with determination even though the apprehension was clearly drawn within his unseeing orbs of the mask. With one last look on her grim condition, he turned and ran, shouting, "you better not die! I'll kill you if you do!"

Nezuko chuckled wetly, the copper on her tongue felt so weird, "you can't…kill me twice…if I die…Inosu—urgh!"

Dammit. It…hurt.

It hurt. It hurt so, so much. She thought that one time training with Sakonji, where he threw her to the pile of needles (how did he get all of that, she decided not to pry) and ordered her to stay there for a whole day, building her resistance on sharp objects, was already bad enough. Although, that may be an underwhelming example to compare to. But anyway. This? This is worse. Ten times worse than the prickly needles that stuck to her like some kind of a hedgehog's attack. This one literally stole her breath away, wrecking her inner organs (at least it only nicked her kidney…maybe? She hoped so) tore her flesh apart and penetrate out her back. Her body felt hot, although It also started to feel…a lot colder than usual (a sign of a blood loss, the logical part of her that was still conscious whispered), Nezuko's teeth chattered.

"So, you're dying too?" her bleary eyes rolled to the side, the new voice jolted her awake, albeit not entirely. On the far-field, near the wheel of the train, was a disembodied muscle with two eyes. It was in the middle of disintegrating, lay uselessly and near-forgotten. He doesn't have any mouth anymore and he was different from the demon Inosuke described to when he told him about their encounter—he should be a man with shoulder-length black hair and a fancy tailcoat. Now, he was nothing but a blob—yet the craze tone in his manic voice, not to mention his disgusting, black fog was easy to identify. His eyes curved upward, gaze shine with glee, "well, even if I cannot bring that brat to my lord, at least I can see you suffer."

"Hehehehehe…ahahahahaha…I'm glad," he chuckled, the blob bobbed in anticipation, "I'm glad that I'm not alone in this miserable nightmare. You know, if I'm lucky enough, maybe we can meet in the afterli—

BAM

Nezuko gasped when her limited viewpoint saw a sandal crushed the remaining part of the demon and cutting his one-sided conversation instantly. She couldn't really see from down here, although the fluttering coat of fiery haori told her enough that that person is Kyojuro, "for the demon who hurt innocent people," his voice was stilted, a jarring happenstance and hair standing inducing to hear that kind of tone from the usually jovial, nice man. His eyes were blank, shadow that covered half of his face and brightening the orange orbs like it was a flash of doom added the scary factor, "and wished for the death of another—"

"Shall perish and should never come back."

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"Kamado-san," he strutted to her and crouched, showing the soft smile that contained a blind concern in it, "Kamado-san, I'll cut the upper part of the lever. After that, I want you to slowly rise up and use your Full Breath to minimize the wound. Kocho told me you've mastered the Full Focus Breath technique. As long as you master your breath, you'll be able to accomplish various things. Including in closing the blood vessels and stopping the hemorrhage."

Her breath stuttered to a hitch.

Kyojuro rose and unsheathed his orange blade, "I'm going to cut it now. Don't bite on your tongue."

It was quick and almost painless. Although the sudden jolt of the lever still rattled her anyway, that she gnashed her teeth in reflex. The weight of the pole had lessened, it doesn't sway dangerously because of the wind on her back anymore, nor it grinds her flesh or rattling her bones inside. The Flame Pillar caught the severed metal in midair so it doesn't fall onto her, then he threw it far, far away. Out of sight and out of their mind (she got a feeling he was projecting his anger of this situation towards the inanimate object. And a bit to his own shortcomings of carelessness too. It's not like it was his fault, though. Just because he's basically the leader of them all, doesn't mean he has to pull their weight and protect them all the time), "okay, Kamado-san. Breath now," he supported her shoulders yet not forcing her to stir, "the moment you move, you have to start Breathing. Please remember that you're losing blood at an alarming rate. I'll not force you to, but you need to act fast. Do you understand?"

Nezuko groggily nodded, indicating that she's still coherent enough to latch onto his every word. She put her palms on the ground, trembling and shivering, breath heaving. Slowly, surely, she rose. The sounds of blood squelched disgustingly, the smell of it almost made her puke. Whenever she felt her strength started to disappear, Kyojuro was there to stop her from flopping down like a sack of potatoes; that would deepen her wound if it did happen. It felt like an eternity, although she was sure it was only two or three minutes. But she managed to pull herself away from that damn, accursed pole. Kyojuro propped her to the wall of the train and, after he confirmed that the pink slayer is now going through the process of Breathing, proceed to search for flammable objects beneath all the wreckage. A piece of windows panel and chairs were collected into one mount. He then burned them all by using a small flint (did he always bring that on his person? Was it because he's the Flame Pillar, so anything that connected with a fire is automatically his friend in emergency?) turn the wooden pile into a roaring bonfire and heat his sword up by plunging it right into it. When he deemed it enough, he marched back to Nezuko's side.

"I'm going to cauterize your wound," Kyojuro announced, "it'll hurt even more, but this is the only first aid emergency I could think of to stop your injuries from bleeding too much. Bear with me for a little longer."

Nezuko gave him another small nod and let her body relax while he started to unbutton the lower part of her hunter uniform, she didn't have the energy to do that herself. Kyojuro's eyebrow twitched at seeing the blood pooling out of her body—stomach and back. She managed to control her Breath and tighten the blood vessels. Although she could not close it fully because the gaping wounds were still there—but he shook his apprehension away and start to do the job. She groaned pitifully when the heat baked her skin, a low whine rose from the back of her throat as the smell of cooking meat reached her nose. This process of burning her injuries closed was another uncomprehending hell that she thought would never end. Just, when her brain was clear and her eyelids fluttered open (she didn't even realize she passed out from the pain), the Flame Pillar had already finished his task, bandaging it with a cloth he tore from his own haori for a good measure. He was seen in the middle of cooling the blade down by spraying it with the dirt, his smile widened at seeing her stare at him, "you're awake! Do you feel a lot better now?"

She hummed distractedly, then suddenly tensed when a pain shot through her abdomen. Kyojuro was right on her side in an instant, frown marred his expression, "I'm sorry. Was the bandage a bit too tight?"

"N-Not really. Just…not numb anymore…"

"I see," knowing no serious complication will befall the Water Breath user any longer, his grin was back on the milky complexion, palm thumped her shoulders in merriment. He took care not to jostle her too much, using the big quirk of his lips to show her his gratitude. For fighting to protect and staying alive in the process, "well, because of you three, everyone is safe! There's a lot of injured people but there's nothing life-threatening. You don't have to push yourself any further and just leave everything to m—"

Both of them unknowingly bristled. They didn't know why but something is approaching. Something foul and bad.

(The black fog that rained upon her must be the reason for that)

WHIIIIISSSH

The air then screeched.

BOOUUUMMMM

And the earth cracked.

In the middle of the open field, knelt a teenager. With short, pink hair and a short, pink coat with no button to clasp it close, showing the blue tattoo beneath; it circled his neck and upper arm, trailed down till a wrist and covered his five fingers but left the palms alone. It created the imitation of open ribs on his upper body, a single line that started from the neck then stops at the top of his belly button in the middle of it. His face did not escape from the marking either; it consisted of another single line in the middle that start from his forehead then stopped at the bridge of his nose. And three, half-circle at each side of his countenance. It curved and crossed his yellow orbs ( Upper Moon Three?), along with blue sclerae with lines after lines that made the surfaces looked like a fragile, cracked glass. His pink eyelashes swayed as he blinked, chuckling a little at their stunned expression, "hello. My name's Akaza. It's nice to finally meet a strong human after waiting for so long—"

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"Pillar-san."

(A/N): *so uuh …I've been re-reading Fullmetal Alchemist manga in my free time cuz I'm bored…

At least the lever is not as thick as a beam so…not that big of a deal?

Hey, canon!Tanjiro got stabbed by the conductor's ice pick. Of course, fanfic!Nezuko will suffer the same fate! It's only fair. I'm keeping count here! #noIT'sNot #herWoundsAreWorseThanTanjiro #youEvilAuthor :D

And sorry. No new technique for Nezuko today. I know this is a chapter where Tanjiro used another form of Sun Breath and was the one who cut the demon's neck off. But unlike Tanjiro, she doesn't get to see her father doing the Breathing Technique all the time—too busy helping her mother—no new form for her to copy; in actuality, the memories of her watching her brother Breathing was the only memory she had about her father's Sun Breath. So yup. No new technique. She decided to do the old teamwork trick and asked Zenitsu to do the deed because he's a master in fighting with his eyes closed `3`