A/N: Sorry that this chapter took so long, but midterms took much of my time. That and the fact that I had no idea how to go about this chapter, but it's okay. I actually stayed up really late last night to finish the last of this chapter. Why? Because I honestly did not feel like finishing the rest of my essay for one of my classes. Anyway, a huge thank you to everyone that has taken the time to read the last two chapters. I've honestly never felt so flattered before. Just knowing that there are people enjoying what I have written makes me incredibly happy. I mean it. Thank you so much!

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Chapter 3

"Tamayo-san, is there a way to turn a demon back into a human?"

Zenitsu felt his body stiffened as Tanjiro's words echoed inside his head. How long had he dreamed of the possibility- that there was a way for him to turn him back into a human? Ever since his transformation into a demon, he had dreamed of feeling the sun's warmth again and no longer feeling the hunger for human flesh, but he always woke up to cruel reality. He had long disregarded the thought, but since finding him, Tanjiro made it seem like it could happen. A boy with such a gentle heart was fighting to turn his sister back to a human. And despite all odds, Nezuko kept a sense of her emotions. Zenitsu remembered a conversation Tanjiro had with him about this. Tanjiro reasoned that if Nezuko and Zenitsu were able to keep a sense of their human emotions, then it must mean that it wasn't impossible to turn them back into a human. Zenitsu wanted to believe Tanjiro. He truly wanted to believe him.

But he couldn't.

And yet, here was a demon in front of them that was telling them that there was a way to turn them into a human.

Zenitsu didn't know if he wanted to actually believe her.

"For any kind of wound, there's always some kind of treatment or medicine. At this time, I'm unable to turn a demon back into a human." Tamayo explained with a solemn gaze. "However, I am dedicated to developing such a method of treatment."

Ah, there it was. The unmistakable truth that there was no cure. And to think that Zenitsu had actually hoped that there was one. He wanted to jump right up when Tanjiro did at the mere mention of it, but something in the back of his mind kept him sitting still. Maybe it was a good thing he didn't fully believe Tamayo. At least he didn't give all his hopes up for anything.

And yet, why did he suddenly feel a surge of joy when she did confirm the possibility of a cure?

Zenitsu had no idea why he continued to listen to Tamayo, but he did, learning more about Tamayo's desire to create such a cure. In order for this to happen, she needed to investigate Nezuko's blood (not that Zenitsu was surprised) and for Tanjiro to gather blood from demons with the highest traces of Kibutsuji's blood. And for a reason he didn't understand, Tamayo also wanted to investigate his blood.

"Ehh?!" Zenitsu asked, his eyes wide in confusion and shock when Tamayo told him this. "B-but I'm not like Nezuko-chan! Why do you want to study my blood?!"

"Zenitsu-san, while you may not be like Nezuko-san with her current condition, your condition is also unique. Normally, any newly transformed demon will go berserk within a few days without consuming the flesh or blood of a human. From my understanding, you never went berserk, even when Tanjiro-san found you. That is unquestionably worth investigating your blood."

'No, it's because I'm an idiot and no good at anything.'

Zenitsu wanted to say, but he didn't. Instead, he stayed silent and lowered his gaze to the ground, allowing his ears to pick up the distinct sound of Tamayo's breathing. She was not lying. She truly did think that his condition was unique like Nezuko's, but the truth was it wasn't. He was just too much of a coward to eat anything that was human, even when the idea always tempted him to try. If anything, Zenitsu was pretty sure that if Tanjiro hadn't found him, he would have really gone berserk. So he wasn't special like Nezuko or strong like Tanjiro believed him to be.

He was just a weak coward.

Tamayo must have seen that Zenitsu didn't want to speak any longer because he picked up the tune of her addressing Tanjiro once more. Zenitsu was okay with it though. He wanted the matter to drop. In fact, he just wanted to disappear. He didn't belong there in the room with Tanjiro, his sister and the kind demons. He was the only one who thought it was still was impossible for a demon to turn back to a human. That was all he could decide. However, if the possibility really did exist, like Tamayo was willing to achieve, then he wanted the cure to exist for Nezuko's sake. After all, he didn't matter in the slightest.

And yet, Tanjiro didn't seem to think that was the case.

"Tanjiro-san, are you still willing to go along with my requests?" Tamayo asked.

Zenitsu waited for Tanjiro to say no, but instead, he felt the red-haired boy take his hand as the same boy reached to take his sleeping younger sister's hand as well. Zenitsu stiffened in shock as Tanjiro smiled at him and Nezuko, his heartbeat beating with such a gentle melody. Zenitsu wanted Tanjiro to say no. He truly did, but he knew Tanjiro all too well by now. He was just too kind to make that kind of answer.

"If it means you'll create the medicine to turn a demon back to a human, I'll do it. If that happens, it won't just be Nezuko and Zenitsu that will be cured." The boy took his eyes off of Nezuko and Zenitsu and looked back up with Tamayo with a smile. "Lots of people will be saved, right?"

'Idiot'

Zenitsu wanted to say, but he simply smiled. Tanjiro was truly something else. He actually wanted to help other unfortunate people like him and Nezuko that had been transformed into demons. What kind of person would want to do that? Didn't he know how many demons there were? Would such medicine be able to cure so many demons? On the other note, were there demons that even deserved this?

Like him?

As Zenitsu pondered over this, almost close to tears with how lovely Tanjiro's sound was beating, he suddenly picked up a new sound with his ears- a sound that belonged to a Temari. It made a jingle each time it bounced off a surface, but each jingle made Zenitsu suddenly shiver in fear. A Temari usually made a gentle sound, but this one sounded scary. And it was getting closer!

"Tanjiro!" Zenitsu shouted, no longer being able to hide his fear. He launched towards the surprised red-haired boy, but it was too late. A Temari ball crashed through the wall behind them, with a second ball rushing in soon after. The two balls destroyed everything in their path around them, leaving behind a crumbling room enveloped in a cloud of dust.

"Ahahahaha!" A female voice echoed with glee from beyond the cloud of dust that was between the crumbling wall and outdoors. "It's just like you said, Yahaba! A building just appeared out of nowhere when there was nothing there before."

"Of course I am right." A second voice remarked, this time male. "This must be the handiwork of a Blood Demon Arts wielder adept at hiding objects. Although I can't fathom why there are four demons inside that building with the demon hunter. It seems like even one of them was even trying to save the hunter."

The male paused and Zenitsu picked up the slightest hint of annoyance from the demon with his ears as the demon turned to his female companion. "Besides that Susamaru, I have something I would like to say. Your way of doing things is immature and careless! You splattered my kimono with dust, tch."

"Oh, stop whining!" Susamaru said gleefully as she bounced her Temari. "We found them right away thanks to my Temari. After we get the head of the demon hunter wearing hanafuda earrings, you can get yourself a new kimono. For now, let's have fun!"

Zenitsu flinched as he clung on to Tanjiro's haori even tighter. They were after Tanjiro. He clearly heard their objective. And from what he heard from these demons, they were scary! They were not like regular demons. They sounded much worse. How were they were supposed to get out of this alive?

Zenitsu had no time to think as the female demon threw her Temari once more, once again destroying everything it touched in the room. Zenitsu felt Tanjiro hold onto Nezuko even tighter in his arms, trying to protect the younger demon from getting hit from the balls. And Zenitsu did the same, clinging onto the red-haired boy's arm even more while squeezing his eyes shut in absolute terror. All he could do was listen, wishing at the same time that he wasn't born with his abnormal good hearing. Because the more he listened, the more fearful he became of one of the balls hitting someone in the room.

And much to Zenitsu's fear, that was indeed what happened.

CRUSH!

Zenitsu choked back a gasp as his ears picked up the sickening sound of a Temari hitting Yushiro, who had leaped up to protect Tamayo from the ball. The ball took his head off, crushing it in the process with no remorse, leaving his beheaded body behind to fall to the ground lifelessly.

"Yushiro-san!" Tanjiro screamed as Tamayo moved forward to cradle the body in her arms.

Zenitsu stiffened as Tanjiro moved away from him and Nezuko, unsheathing his sword. He allowed himself to open his eyes, watching as Tanjiro turned towards Nezuko and addressed her to take the sleeping woman in the backroom somewhere safe. Nezuko nodded without any complaint and left in a hurry, never taking the second to look back. Zenitsu stared at her retreating form with wide eyes. How could she leave like that? Zenitsu could barely move as it was. His entire body was shaking.

"Zenitsu."

Zenitsu flinched as he turned back to Tanjiro. He widened his eyes when he saw that Tanjiro was holding out something to him- the thing he was still afraid to hold, let alone use.

It was his sword.

"Zenitsu," Tanjiro calmly said, as he eyed the shaking yellow-haired boy. "I know I shouldn't push you to do this, but I need you to protect Tamayo-san and Yushiro-san. And it will make me feel better knowing you have your sword to protect yourself and them."

"But…"

"Please," Tanjiro said softly.

Zenitsu frowned, knowing he could not change Tanjiro's decision, especially when the beating of his heart was filling his ears with his soft melody. Deep down, Zenitsu understood that Tanjiro just wanted to have something that could protect him and the other demons. But Tanjiro promised that he would protect him! What kind of protector was he if he couldn't protect him without Zenitsu having to use his own sword? Zenitsu huffed at this thought as he made his decision and slowly reached out to his sword. Carefully, he took it from Tanjiro's hand as he held it with his hands. It felt surreal. His body knew the weight of it, but his mind still didn't want to grasp the idea that this was his sword he was holding. He hadn't held it since throwing it away after he had been turned into a monster. How could he fight if he was still afraid to use it?

"Zenitsu, watch out!"

Zenitsu looked up just as Tanjiro roughly pushed him out of the way before one of the Temari balls could hit him. Zenitsu clenched his teeth as he felt his bottom landed hard on the floor, but Zenitsu barely had any time to recompose himself, because he heard another ball coming straight for him. With strength he didn't know he had, he scrambled out of the way of the incoming ball and moved towards Tamayo and Yushiro's body. Not sparing a second to look at the two, Zenitsu turned towards Tanjiro, who had once again readied himself for battle. Zenitsu eyed the boy with fear, teeth chattering as his body shook. How could Tanjiro look so calm and composed, ready to fight the demons when he saw what had happened to Yushiro? Zenitsu could barely stand as it was. The fear had already reached his shaking knees.

"Hmm? The demon hunter wearing hanafuda-like earrings.. That is you, right? He wants to see you. Oh, but not alive of course. It's just your head I will bring."

And before anyone could react, the female demon threw her Temari ball straight at Tanjiro. Tanjiro reacted, thankfully, and was able to use his sword and one of the breathing techniques he knew to stab the ball, but that didn't stop the ball completely. In fact, it stirred and began to move a mere seconds after its abrupt stop, hitting Tanjiro harshly on the head before releasing itself from his sword.

Tanjiro seemed confused at the ball's movement while wincing in pain from the hit he took to the head, which Zenitsu winced to as well. He stared at Tanjiro with worry, wondering why Tanjiro had reacted so slowly to the Temari ball's movement. Didn't he see the red arrow that had caused it to suddenly move? It had been right there in front of him.

Unless…

"He can't see it." Zenitsu realized. However, before he could act, he heard the unmistakable sound of Yushiro calling out to Tamayo from behind him. Zenitsu felt his shoulders tensed and he turned, almost falling over in fear and shock at what he saw. Yushiro was growing his head back, but in a process that involved everything being formed again- including his muscles, nerves, bones, and skin. Zenitsu stared at the half-forming head horrified, trying to stop himself from reeling over to vomit. He had thought the sound of Yushiro's head being crushed was sickening, but this was a whole level of terror he had never experienced. It was making him on the verge of shutting his eyes and curling up into a ball to forget that he was even there because this was was a nightmare he wanted to desperately wake up from.

"Tamayo-sama!" Yushiro shouted in pure rage. "Didn't I tell you! We shouldn't have gotten involved with the demon hunter! My Blindfold technique is still a work in progress! I may be able to conceal the presence of buildings and people, but the more people there are, the more traces we leave, which Kibutsuji will be able to pick up on!"

Yushiro growled as his newly formed eyes narrowed fiercely, making Zenitsu immediately jump back in fright. "Anyone who ruins the time I get to spend with you… I despise them! I will never forgive them! They are unforgivable!"

Zenitsu felt his stomach tinged with guilt at Yushiro's angry proclamation, as his whole body trembled. It was their fault that Kibutsuji's minions had found them. What was he supposed to say to that? It was right for Yushiro to get angry. But...

That didn't change the fact that he really did scare him.

"Ahahaha! How funny! He's babbling now! What fun this is! What fun this is!" Susamaru chortled with a wide crazed smile. She paused and undressed the first half of her body, revealing her chest that was bound by a black cloth. "You should be honored! You get to be killed by me, one of the Twelve Demon Moons!"

Twelve Demon Moons?

Zenitsu blinked, confused, wondering why the term felt so familiar to him. He had heard the words before but from where? And why did his body suddenly go cold at the mere mention of it? Zenitsu desperately wanted to understand what the words meant to him.

And thanks to Tamayo, he did.

"They're Kibutsuji's personal servants, serving directly under him! Tamayo shouted, eyeing Tanjiro, who had looked back at her and Zenitsu.

Which means their blood will help create the medicine for Nezuko-chan…

Zenitsu realized as he felt his hand grasped tighter on his unsheathed sword. He barely caught Tanjiro eyeing him with a calm expression before turning back once more to face the female demon, who had grown extra four arms and once again began her rampage with her Temari balls. Each ball that Tanjiro failed to hit set its sight on Zenitsu and the other demons, While Zenitsu was able to dodge the balls rather clumsily, Tamayo and Yashiro were not so lucky. They both had chunks of their bodies crushed from the balls. Still, that didn't stop Zenitsu from trying to help them. And yet the more Zenitsu began to recognize the balls' patterns, the more his focus began to become directed to Tanjiro. It was painstakingly obvious. Tanjiro couldn't see that the red arrow patterns were pointing were for the balls to hit, which explained for his poor reaction time to each ball he sliced with his sword. Zenitsu was worried that the exhaustion would eventually catch up to Tanjiro, causing him to lose a limb or even worse- his head to the Temari balls.

"Stupid demon hunter! Just look at the arrow patterns! You can evade the balls if you will know which direction they will travel to!" Yushiro shouted with a scowl.

"H-He can't see them," Zenitsu answered shakily looking on as Tanjiro dodged another Temari ball, but not so quick enough, causing him to get hit by the ball. He clenched his teeth and looked towards Yushiro with wide eyes. "Tanjiro can't see the arrow patterns!"

Yushiro tsked, but Zenitsu could have sworn he saw a look of surprise on the other demon's face. Before Zenitsu could further comment though, Yushiro moved his hand to his kimono, taking out a piece of paper. He placed his hand over his eye with the paper in his hand and called out to Tanjiro as his eyes and the paper in his hand began to glow bright blue.

"Hey, stupid demon hunter! I'm going to lend you my sight! Use it to see those arrow patterns! That should at least enable you to behead that Temari demon!"

Yushiro's eye and paper dimmed and before Tanjiro could ask what Yushiro meant, the green-haired demon threw the paper to Tanjiro that embedded itself right onto the middle of his forehead with a tiny needle. Zenitsu looked on as Tanjiro widened his eyes as if they had finally been opened, following the arrow patterns with his sight. He could finally see them, which meant it would be easier and far less painful for Tanjiro to take the balls on. It was something that Zenitsu gave a sigh of relief to.

And true to Zenitsu's hope, Tanjiro reacted instantly to the Temari balls that were headed towards them. At a speed that Zenitsu had no idea Tanjiro could accomplish, he dodged each ball quickly, but fluently, while still taking the time to think Yushiro for his help. As Tanjiro moved back, Zenitsu caught his eyes look towards him. Zenitsu felt his body trembled knowing what Tanjiro's eyes were conveying. He was preparing to take the fight outdoors, which Zenitsu didn't mind at all given how injured the other demons were, but that meant Tanjiro would be in even more trouble if he made a mistake. He'll be right there in the open for the evil demons to see.

"Zenitsu!" Tanjiro called out as his hand gripped tighter onto his black sword. "Stay here with Tamayo-san and Yushiro-san!"

"And Nezuko," Tanjiro said as he turned towards the younger demon that had just entered the room. "Take care of the demon up in the tree outside!"

And with those words, the two rushed out of the damaged room without sparing a look back. Zenitsu watched them go, paralyzed to his feet, not barely able to comprehend the fact that two didn't look the least frightened that they had run into the battlefield. No, in fact, the two were more ready than anything. Nezuko, Tanjiro's precious demon sister, had knowingly nodded at her brother's command without any complaint, while Tanjiro, of course, kept a steady grip on his sword, calm and composed as always as he charged forward. Zenitsu could not understand how the two were able to do it, while he was too paralyzed to move, barely able to keep a grip on his unsheathed sword. Yes, it was pathetic. He was a demon slayer like Tanjiro. He was supposed to be out there with him fighting.

And yet, here he was being a coward again.

Some demon slayer he was.

Zenitsu flinched as the sound of the Temari balls hit the building once more, destroying parts of the wooden structure with a deafening sound. However, the pleasant sound of Tanjiro performing another breath of the water instantly sent a wave of relief to Zenitsu's body, giving him the strength to look back up from the ground and follow Tamayo and Yushiro to outside. He caught the sight of Tanjiro landing to the ground behind Susamaru, who no longer had her hands. He widened his eyes at the sight of the demon. For someone who just had her hands sliced off, she was not in pain. In fact, she only had a crazed smile still on her face as her hands quickly regenerated. How could she still smile like that?

Zenitsu stared at the crazed demon, more fearful than ever, but the sound of Tanjiro's voice declaring he would extract the blood from Kibutsuji's minions shook him out of his thoughts. He turned his sight to Tanjiro just as Nezuko crashed into him. He felt his body flinch at the sound, but also instinctively took a step forward, not realizing that he did at the same time. He listened to the sound of Tanjiro and Nezuko's hearts as Tanjiro helped his sister up. Something about seeing the pair in immediate danger irked Zenitsu and he didn't have the faintest idea why. But when the other demon beside him, Yushiro, called out for Tanjiro to take care of the demon with the arrow patterns first while they took care of the female demon with the Temari balls, something inside Zenitsu threatened to burst.

He didn't know what it was, but Zenitsu was afraid to find out.

With new targets in mind, the sibling pair launched forward. Zenitsu felt his body freeze upon the sight of Nezuko charging towards Susamaru with a sharpened gaze with no fear in her eyes. She easily dodged the ball Susamaru threw at her with no problem, but the warning from Tamayo was not enough to stop Nezuko from trying to kick the back at the second ball the Temari wielding demon threw at her. No, it was far too late to deter Nezuko from her target.

CRUSH!

And just like that, Nezuko fell forward as blood spurted from her injured leg that was now missing the lower half below her knee. Zenitsu had no idea how he should have reacted upon this. He barely caught himself from stumbling back as Susamaru kicked Nezuko with enough force to send the younger demon soaring back and slamming onto the damaged wall behind him with an impact that resounded in Zenitsu ears with pain. He stared at the injured girl, breathless and terrified as tears in his eyes began to form. It was painful seeing Nezuko so hurt. And the sound of Tanjiro's bones being broken nearby was not helping. He wanted it to stop. No, he needed it to stop. It terrified him seeing the two getting injured. They were the ones that had taken him in despite being a monster. How could anyone stand seeing the one they have grown to care for getting hurt?

Zenitsu had no idea why he didn't see it coming. He had been too absorbed in the sight of the injured Nezuko to see it. Perhaps it was karma for being a coward or maybe it was because he really was useless at everything. But even so, he never had the time to step out of the way. His ears were far too late to pick up the familiar jingle of a Temari ball as it was thrown, but not just at anyone-

It was him.

CRUSH!

The pain was Zenitsu's first immediate thought. The second thought that Zenitsu had was that it was far too dimmed now as if he had closed his right eye, but when he tried to open it, nothing changed. Slowly, Zenitsu placed his hand over where his right eye was, but he did not feel it. Instead, he felt something strangely warm and liquid. Confused, Zenitsu lowered his hand to see what it was.

On his hand, he found a dark red liquid.

But it was not just any liquid…

It was his blood.

And that was when everything went completely dark for Zenitsu.

Protect them! Protect them!

That was all Nezuko's mind screamed at her when she saw the injured good demons stepped out of the ruined house with the yellow-haired one behind them. And true to the red-haired boy's word, she attempted to put a stop to the evil female demon's fun. But she had been easily stopped and kicked aside. If only she could get back up. She needed to protect the good demons. They reminded her of people that she could not remember the names of, but caused her chest to tighten with emotions she could not describe. Her instinct was telling her to protect them and their bubble of happiness. She could not ignore them.

And yet, she was powerless to stop the ball that had so effortlessly crushed the side of the yellow-haired boy's head. She stared, wide-eyed, with the other two good demons, as the yellow-haired boy confusedly placed his hand over where his eye would be, shaking as he pressed down onto the gaping hole of flesh. And when he looked down at the bloody hand, his body completely went rigid. The only thing that moved was his remaining eye as it widened with shock. And before Nezuko could do anything, the yellow-haired boy shut his left eye and fainted, falling to the ground with a loud thud.

"Ahahaha! What kind of demon is that?!" The evil female demon chortled with glee as she continued to bounce her Temari balls. "He passed out from seeing his own blood! What fun! What fun! I can't wait to break him even more!"

Something inside Nezuko snapped from that comment. She felt her body tensed without her will as she released a low growl, setting her narrowed eyes on the passed out yellow-haired boy. She vaguely heard the good demon doctor talk to her and felt the injection of a needle pierce her skin as the demon doctor gave her medicine to help heal her lower leg. No, she only continued to stare at the yellow-haired boy as her whole body trembled.

They hurt him! They hurt him! THEY HURT HIM!

She wanted to make the female Temari wielding demon pay.

And yet, just as quickly as that thought made its way to her head, Nezuko instantly froze upon the sight of yellow-haired boy's hand as it twitched. It was very subtle, but it didn't go unseen by Nezuko. She watched as the boy slowly picked himself up from the ground, his hand over his sword that he held by his side. Only, there was something different. His remaining eye was shut and he was breathing in a concentrated pattern with gritted teeth. The yellow-haired boy was clearly asleep, and yet he was standing in a position ready to attack.

"Oh, what's this? How strange, but fun! I've never seen a demon like you!" The female Temari demon said with childish glee as she just had found a new toy. She bounced her balls as her smile grew wider. "Let's see if I can separate that head of yours from your body!"

And before Nezuko could react, the demon threw her Temari balls at the yellow-haired boy, who only breathed as he slept on. Nezuko felt her body inched forward, ready to kick the balls away from the boy to protect him from getting hurt again, but something unexpected happened. The yellow-haired boy effortlessly dodged each ball, while still snoring away. The Temari wielding demon widened her eyes as she eyed the boy in shock as the other good demons beside Nezuko did the same. They all stared at him as he slept on, while still posed to attack.

That was when the yellow-haired boy finally spoke.

"Thunder Breathing First Form, Thunderclap and Flash."

And just like lightning, the yellow-haired boy launched forward with a clap of thunder, much too fast for any of them to follow, but Nezuko saw. She saw the way he unsheathed his sword and moved so effortlessly as his sword met its target. At that moment, the boy had looked like a bolt of lightning. And yet, his sword did not slice its target's neck all the way. The sleeping boy did not fully follow through in his strike as if something had held him back. But it was enough for Nezuko to make her move.

As the sleeping boy fell forward to the ground once more after severely injuring the shocked Temari wielding demon, Nezuko grabbed one of the Temari balls that laid near her and with the loudest roar she could make, she kicked it with all the force she could muster in her leg. The evil demon gaped as the ball headed shot straight towards her, crushing the side of her head in the process as it embedded itself in the wall behind her. The evil demon stood silent, shocked even as she simply gaped at Nezuko. As her skull began to heal herself, the female demon finally reacted and laughed with amusement, raising her hands and making more balls appear in the palms of them. But that didn't deter Nezuko the slightest.

The only thing she had her attention on was the unconscious boy behind the female Temari demon. She was going to protect him. She was not going to let that demon hurt him.

NOT ANYMORE.

Suddenly, the demon doctor beside Nezuko stepped forward.

And with a few words exchanged, the Temari wielding demon met her demise by the hands of her lord.

But that did not matter to Nezuko. Not in the slightest. Instead, she sleepily moved forward to the unconscious yellow-haired boy and kneeled down next to him, gently patting the side of his head that wasn't injured.

She didn't know what to describe the emotion that was tightening her chest that was keeping her barely awake, but she did know one thing-

She was happy that the sleeping boy was alive.

A/N: The next update will be in about 2-3 weeks. Thanks for reading!