Welcome back, everyone! I think we've been through this same song and dance more than a handful of times. However, I have an important announcement to make! I got a P-atre-on (have to trick Fanfiction Dot Net somehow). It's the first link on any of my profile pages on all the sites I post this on (Wattpad, FF dot net [you gotta piece it together], and Ao3), but if you're reading this on Ao3 and I don't want the hassle of actually going to my profile and reading my bio, here's the link (copy and paste it into the search bar on PC).

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Now, just to dispel some potential worries: No, I am NOT putting this fanfic up as one of those "PaT-ReOn's gEt tO ReAd ChApTeR's EaRlY" cringe crap. No, this is only if you want to chip in a dollar seventy-five to help a guy out. There's also the other tier in case you want to take a look at my own OG novel for the first ten chapters (posting the first chapter today), so if you're at all interested, check it out.

Though keep in mind, if you do select the second tier, what you see when I post the free early chapters of the original novel is NOT THE FINAL PRODUCT. There is still stuff I have to fix, and have an editor comb over to check for any mistakes. It is a sneak-peak for a reason.

Now, I know that the last chapter was incredibly short. So here is this one to, hopefully, make up for it. I can't promise much of anything when it comes to that kind of stuff, but I'm pretty sure this one will be longer than the last one. So, with that being said….

WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS SCENES/MENTIONS/IMPLICATIONS OF THE FOLLOWING: CANNIBALISM, EXTREME GORE, BULLYING, ABUSE, BRUTAL DEATH, HUMAN EXPERIMENTATION, AND HEAVY BLOODSHED.

IF ANY OF THESE THINGS BOTHER YOU, TURN BACK NOW!

IF THE WARNING DOES NOT APPLY TO YOU...

THIS STORY IS A FAN-BASED FICTION

I OWN NEITHER MY HERO ACADEMIA NOR DEMON SLAYER/KIMETSU NO YAIBA

ALL I OWN ARE MY OCS

[Vol 2 – 3: Revelations – Part 3]

Ochako's eyes slowly began to open as a searing pain in the back of her head made her wince. Her memory was foggy. The last thing she remembered was that she was walking back to school from Mcdonalds, and then she was attacked by a couple of suited men. No one bothered to come to her aid, which really annoyed her, and also pissed her off.

Some of those people were her classmates and those she considered friends, and yet they did nothing but stare. After she was shoved into a car, she remembered being knocked to the floor of the car, seeing a Mcdonald's employee run inside the store, and then after that… nothing.

"She's awake, boss," a gruff voice that the brunette had no idea as to who it belonged to spoke out. Someone, most likely this "boss" person that the voice mentioned, harshly grabbed her chin, yanking her head to stare upward at someone she barely recognized.

They had rather pale skin, their left eye covered by an eyepatch while their right eye was dark blue. Their hair was pitch black, and they were wearing a dark brown two-piece suit. She flinched, blinking rapidly as she tried to make it so her vision wasn't so blurry. That was when her mind finally caught up to her, and the sinking realization that she had been kidnapped set in almost immediately.

As such, she panicked, trying to get out of whatever situation she found herself in as fast as possible, only to notice that her hands were bound and that her Quirk wasn't working. That meant she had something covering her hands. Her feet also weren't splitting apart from one another, as well as her legs, meaning that both were bound.

Ochako looked up at the person who had been holding her chin, her eyes wide with fear as the man smirked. "Ah, good. I have your full attention," the man in front of her spoke as he backed away, shoving her face away as the chair that she was in nearly toppled over. Thankfully, that didn't happen, as the chair had been able to bounce back to the standing-up position. "Now, I'm sure you're well aware as to why it is you're here, right?" The man asked as Ochako looked from the man to the other two pieces of muscle on his left and right flank.

Both of them were armed with guns. Meaning they were prepared in case something fishy happened. Or if someone wanted to play hero. Besides that, she remembered why she was here. Rather than trying to play the smartass or backtalk to the man with two armed thugs to his left and to his right, she answered honestly.

"U-Uh… my debt…?" Ochako said, her voice shaky, fear riddling her body as the man nodded, his smirk widening.

"Good! You are smart. I was worried," the man remarked, making the brunette frown, which in turn made him frown. "Oh, come now, it was just a joke! Ah well, you win some, you lose some," the man said, putting his arms behind his back. "Tell me, Ms. Uraraka. Do you know just how much you owe? If I remember correctly, you borrowed 150,000 Yen to cover your rent for this month, on top of any groceries you intended to buy. So, tell me, how much do you think you owe me in return?"

Ochako gulped. The way he spoke… it was filled with venom. Almost as if he was furious at her for some reason. She was only a day off from her due date when it came to the debt. She needed just a little more time, and then she could come up with what was owed. At least, what she thought she owed.

"D-Double…?" Ochako stammered as the man huffed. He rose his hand, and when he did, the man to his left aimed his weapon at her right leg, a red laser point aimed at her kneecap. In a panic, she sputtered out, "Triple! I-I owe you triple!"

The man lowered his hand, a satisfied smirk as the armed man lowered his gun. "Correct. For a moment there I thought I'd have to shoot out your kneecap," the man said, walking up to her as he drew out a knife. She gulped back her fear for a second time as the knife was put right underneath her chin, the man slowly raising her head with the blade as their eyes met, or in his case, eye.

"Tell me… how much money do you have?"

"1,500 Yen…."

The man frowned, his eyebrows knitting together. "Oh? Only 1,500?" The man said, his tone filled with anger. "You only have 1,500?! Were you trying to swindle me?!" The man snarled, his teeth gnashed together into a sneer as Ochako's eyes widened.

"N-No! I-I can pay it back! I just need time!" The brunette blurted out, only making the man even more enraged.

Those had been the wrong choice of words, as, without even a moment of hesitation, the man lowered his knife from her chin to her throat, and sliced it open, pushing the chair back as Ochako felt a surge of pain rush through her. She watched as blood spewed out of her throat like a fountain, and for the man to turn around, mumbling something under his breath.

She remembered blinking, watching the man walk away. She blinked again, her vision becoming blurry. Although, she was able to make out flashes of light followed by loud bangs and the sounds of something whistling through the air. And then, the last thing she saw before her vision went dark was a pair of two vaguely familiar red eyes.

And then, there was nothing.

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Izuku had no idea why he was doing this. He ran downtown as fast as he could, jumping from roof-top to roof-top as he played catch up with the car. Granted, he was much faster than the car, but he wanted to keep at a reasonable speed so that he could at least see where it was they were going.

It turned out that they were heading for a warehouse, which, in retrospect made sense. Why would they just perform business out in the open? Of course, it would be tucked away far enough to make sure that they wouldn't get caught. Which kinda made their stunt a few minutes ago seem pointless, but oh well.

He had no idea why he was going after that girl, or why he was saving her from whatever fate she was going to have. There was a part of him that told him to leave her to her fate. But another, more vocal part of him told Izuku to save her. Maybe it was the part of him that still wanted to be a hero, or maybe it was just his morals flaring up again. Whatever it was, it didn't matter.

As far as Izuku was concerned, he hated seeing innocent lives being destroyed. Or, well, innocent lives that didn't impact him, anyway. The families of the demons he created notwithstanding, innocent people didn't deserve to be hurt. Not unless they weren't really innocent, which meant that they weren't innocent.

That aside, his point still stood. People like that brunette didn't deserve to be kidnapped in broad daylight. It also confirmed to him that the society that he lived in was twisted. Moreso than he had thought. Instead of trying to help her, everyone just ignored her plight, whipped out their phones and recorded it as if it was some sort of form of entertainment.

And while that sickened him to his very core and made him grow to hate those who he used to call his fellow humans, that, however, was not as important as what he was doing now. When he ripped the employee-only door to the warehouse off of its hinges, and when he entered the room, he watched as a man dressed in a dark brown two-piece suit had just kicked over the seat that she had been sitting on and that a fountain of blood had sprayed upward into the air, meaning that he had slit the poor girl's throat.

Anger rushed through his veins as they became more visible on his face, hands, and forehead. When the men saw him, he was met with gunfire. The bullets did nothing to impede him as he tore the heads of the two armed men right off, chucking them against the wall behind him, reducing them to nothing but splatters of blood and gray matter on the wall.

The man in the middle barely had any time to scream as a hand plunged through his chest and his heart, killing him instantly. Izuku let the body slide off of this hand, his eyes narrowing at the man in question. That body didn't matter, what mattered was the brunette. When he got to her side, he saw that her throat had been slit in such a fashion that it looked like a big smile had been carved there.

That meant the two most important vital parts of her throat were slashed. Which meant she was already dead. But, just to make sure, he checked for a pulse. Unfortunatly, there was none.

He had been too late. Just like with Natsumi, he had been too late. Granted, this defeat didn't sting him nearly as bad as it had when he lost Natsumi, but it still stung. Every time he tried to do the good-guy thing, he always failed. He failed to save Natsumi's life, and now he failed to save this brunette.

And then, that was when an idea came to Izuku's mind. A tendril came out of his back, and just as he prepared to stab it into the brunette, his head pulsed in pain.

"Change your form first, you fool, lest she recognizes you."

Izuku gripped the side of his head, confusion lacing his expression as he narrowed his eyes. He didn't recognize that voice. Well, no, that would be a lie. He had heard that voice before, but it had been significantly quieter. He first heard it when he was six years old. Back when he was hit by the truck. It was also the same voice that whispered the name to him when he needed one to separate himself from being Izuku Midoriya. After that, it hadn't shown up again. But now it was commanding him to… change his form?

"I do not have much time. My connection with you is limited. As of right now, I am pushing my limits in terms of contact. All you must do to change your appearance is to think of what you want to look like, be it a different person, or another version of yourself, preferably the opposite gender. Humans are stupid in that way. Quickly, we do not want to lose your blood's potency, do we?"

And then, the headache vanished, as did the voice. Think about how he wanted to look. What kind of line of thinking was that? Then again… if the girl thought him to be the same person at the Mcdonalds…. "Then the voice has a point. It wouldn't be foolish to assume that she couldn't put the dots together, and expose me for who I am," Izuku thought as he closed his eyes.

His skin began to ripple, his muscles contracting and retracting. He felt his bones shift, and change as his organs rearranged themselves. He also felt new ones grow as a result of his transformation. There was a motion within his pants, too, but that wasn't important. His chest also felt a little bit heavier than before, as his back adjusted to the new weight. When he was done, he opened his, er, well, her eyes to see that she had successfully changed genders.

Her hair was longer, reaching down to just above her chest in the front, and reaching down to the middle of her back in the, well, the back. In this form, she had a modest-sized chest—something that Izuku never thought she'd ever think of, ever. You know, seeing as she was naturally born a boy. Aside from the other obvious change, her body was virtually the same. Thin, lean but not sickly, and pale just like she had always been.

She also looked taller, to boot. Luckily, the Mcdonald's uniform she had been wearing didn't rip at all, which saved her from any embarrassment that might've happened due to her transformation. Izuku felt a tinge go up her spine as a result of transitioning, and after a very quick inspection, she confirmed that she had, indeed, become a girl.

"Gods, this is so weird!" Izuku thought as she observed her body. She had to admit, she looked cute as a girl. But now, she would need a new identity if she was going to be this… girl. "Three names… crap…. Oh!" When Izuku heard her own voice, she nearly tripped. It sounded just like… like her mother, though a little higher pitched due to her age.

She didn't linger on that fact and continued as normal. The last thing she wanted to think about was her mother. While it might have been four years ago, the memory of her mother still stung to reflect upon. So, instead, she decided to focus on the thing that made her nearly trip and fall on her ass—her new voice.

"I mean, for a fifteen-year-old… that's still high pitched. Even the dead girl had a lower sounding voice than my own…. I know! I can use this as my school persona! This form will be Izumi! Izumi Sugiyama! That was a girl who died around 190 years ago back in World War 2 if my self-taught history is correct! Whatever that doesn't matter." Izuku thought as she ripped the name tag off of her uniform, erased the name off of the name tag and put "Izumi Sugiyama," on it before smiling.

Putting the name take back on, Izuku primed her injector tendril to stab the body, and counted her lucky stars that it actually worked. The tendril lurched forward, and stabbed into the girl's neck, injecting a small portion of blood into her body.

Just like with Ito, the girl's body began to shake, and veins became more present across her face, and presumably the rest of her body. It almost looked like she was having a seizure, if a dead body could have a seizure, that was. After a moment, the brunette's eyes widened in shock, the eyes having changed—just like Ito's.

Last she checked, the brunette's eyes weren't pink, obviously. But now, they were. Well, at least, the whites were. Her eye colour had stayed the same brown, although the pupils had changed from orbs to slits, much like her own. She retracted the tendril as it slinked into her back. Izuku watched as the wound on the girl's throat closed up, and healed. After that, the girl sat up with a gasp, her chest raising up and down as she coughed.

"H-Huh?! W-What?! What happened? I… I was…." The girl's words died in her throat upon making eye contact with Izuku in her female form. Then, the girl looked to see the three brutally murdered thugs, as a scream made its way out from the scared brunette. She tried to scramble away, but with the help of one of Izuku's whips wrapping her legs together, her leaving wasn't possible.

"Y-You! Yo-you're…! You're the Hero Cannibal, aren't you!"

"Damnit! And here I thought I could use this for school!" Izuku thought, frowning. "Yes. I suppose you're correct. But that hardly matters," Izuku said, crossing her arms as the brunette's eyes narrowed.

"Y-You monster! You killed that poor family, didn't you? There's only one cannibal in this whole city! So it had to be you! You, you monster! When I become a hero, I'll take you down!" The brunette said as Izuku rolled her eyes.

"That's what they all say… then they end up dead with nothing but their skeletons remaining. Not that you can become a hero, anyway," Izuku quipped as the brunette narrowed her eyes.

"What does that supposed to mean?" The brunette growled as Izuku smirked.

"Simply put, there are now three Cannibals in this city. Myself, my first thrall, and you." When Izuku said that, the brunette's eyes widened, though her expression quickly changed to anger. In a split second, the girl was up on her feet and lunging at Izuku, fist reared back to through a punch, only for Izuku to bat her away like a fly, her midsection splatting into a wave of gore and viscera. The two halves of her body hit the ground as they tumbled, the girl gasping in pain. And then, not even a second later, they reconnected and regenerated, making the brown-haired teen's eyes widen even further.

The brunette felt her waist, her eyes frantically looking at Izuku to herself, then back to Izuku, who scoffed. "As is obvious, you aren't human anymore. You were dead when I turned you, and there's no going back. To put it simply, you're a Demon now. Demons cannot eat regular food, raw or otherwise. So guess what you have to eat?" Izuku said, gesturing to the three corpses.

"N-No… no!" The brunette shouted, glaring at Izuku, who shook her head.

"You're still denying it? Or, are you simply refusing to understand? Either way, you must come to grips with yourself, and your new reality. Either that, or you can die of starvation. Either benefits me. Besides, who's going to believe you? Especially with the police coming. You better start disposing of the evidence before you end up getting arrested."

And with that, police sirens could be faintly heard in the distance, signalling to Izuku that it was time to leave. "Clocks ticking~!" Izuku said in a sing-song tone before jumping backward toward one of the warehouse windows, before then shattering it and leaving the newly created Demon in the dust.

And as she left, she transformed back into her male form, Izuku breathing a sigh of relief as he felt his body return to normal. When he landed on a nearby rooftop, he watched as several police cars surrounded the warehouse. From the distance, Izuku watched as the newly created Demon left through the back and ran in the opposite direction through an alleyway.

Izuku smirked, crossing his arms. Whether she ate the remains didn't matter to him or not. What mattered was that he now had a second Demon to rely on, meaning that Ito wasn't the only person he had to rely on. That being said, it was troublesome how she seemed to be against him, and that she still retained a hint of her humanity.

There was a stark difference between Ito and this new Demon. Ito was loyal to him instantly, but this new Demon? She wasn't. In fact, it would be a rather obvious observation to assume that she hated him. Even still, Izuku didn't mind that. It just meant that turning her into a loyal subordinate would be more exciting. It would've been boring if every Demon was instantly loyal to him.

Not only that, but it also meant that he could turn people who were dead into Demons. Which also meant that he could bring Natsumi back from the dead. That, after all these years, he could see the face of his first and only true friend once again.

Taking off his name tag, he erased the name of Izumi Sugiyama, and replaced it with Muzan Kibutsuji.

"Now… who was that voice in my head from earlier?" Izuku thought, biting the inside of his lip in thought. Shaking his head slightly, he sighed. "Best to think of this at home. I'm sure the manager wouldn't mind if I took the rest of the day off. Not that I care if I'm fired. Now that I can change my form, I could easily…!"

An idea came to the forefront of his mind. He could change his form. Meaning he could take on several different identities! Which meant…. "Maybe… hmm, not a hero, no… I would get caught quicker than you could say BINGO at a bingo tournament. But… General Studies at U.A…. that can't be too hard, right? Just apply for the General studies course, ace the exam, and then I can get some small insight into the workings of U.A. Not only that, but if I have to, I can always interact with those in the hero course."

Izuku turned away from the warehouse, putting both hands into his pockets. "Let's not be too hasty. Keep to the current plans. I'll only do that if I see a need to. Besides, Nedzu is one of the smartest creatures alive. If anyone would catch onto the dip of the deaths caused by the Hero Cannibal, it would be him. And if it was because of my enrollment at U.A., he'd immediately suspect me. Doing that would be assisted suicide with extra steps…."

Jumping down from the alleyway below without so much as a sound being made, Izuku glanced over to his right, a homeless man who was beating on the corpse of a dead dog—a recently killed dog if his senses were correct—looked at him with abject fear on his visage. A feeling of hunger washed over him as Izuku smirked, a tendril seeping out of his back. "Oh… why not? A little snack couldn't hurt, right?"

The homeless man screamed, and then, there was silence.

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Yushiro slammed his fist against the wall of his manor, located on the outskirts of the Saitama Region of Japan. He couldn't believe that this was happening, and yet, here it was staring him in the face. All the hard work he and his allies of yore were spat on by everyone forgetting that the Demons existed, something he already couldn't stand, but now… now it was as if the world was taking a piss on their graves.

A new Demon King arose. Someone, somewhere, came across a blue spider lily and ate it, becoming the next progenitor. Not only that, but despite the clear proof staring that worthless detective in the face, he refused to accept it! Not only that, but he even called Yushiro a quack! A fucking quack?!

The painter calmed himself, taking in a deep breath, and letting out a small shuttering breath. Chachamaru looked at him with a confused yet somehow worried expression as the cat tilted her head. Instinctively, Yushiro scratched behind her ear, making the cat purr. "It's happening again, you know that? Can you feel it? The change? I know I did. That rippling feeling in my blood…. It started to boil when I got the sensation, that someone, somewhere, got turned into a Demon…." Yushiro asked the cat, who purred again, hopping down from the counter she had been standing on.

"Don't give me that snark!" Yushiro growled as the cat flicked her ear at him, making Yushiro groan. "You're a real piece of work, ya know that Chacha?" All the cat did in response was swat a vase down with her tail, making Yushiro's left eye twitch. The vase bounced off of the ground and returned to its spot, seeing as it had a talisman on the front of it that made it bouncy. In fact, all of the vases and fragile pieces of equipment did, seeing as Chachamaru loved the knock things over when she got in a pissy attitude.

Yushiro frowned, leaning against the wall. Many things came to his mind all at once, but one had been more prevalent than any other at this particular moment and time.

The Breathing Techniques of The Hashira.

He had recorded down all the Breathing Techniques the Demon Slayers used over the years so that they never would be forgotten. It was the first thing he did when The Demon Slayer Corps was disbanded. Of course, a few of the former Hashira felt a little insulted that a Demon was the one who was recording down their breathing techniques, but as far as Yushiro could've cared, they could kiss his ass and thank him for recording them. Of course, they were dead now, so that wasn't possible, but the point still stood.

Whenever he got bored with painting, he would practice total concentration breathing, which was the first step in learning a breath. He found it peaceful, and the only thing he could find himself doing with no one but his cat to talk to.

He was under the belief that he could never, ever learn a breathing technique, and yet, thanks to Tanjiro giving him his Nichirin Blade before he passed away, he found that he was most compatible with Water Breathing. It was funny, seeing as Water Breathing was the most common form of breathing style, and the easiest to learn, yet the hardest to master.

It only took him 20 years to fully master the technique when going at a rather casual pace, and mixed with his Blood Demon Art, he was quite the destructive powerhouse. Yet, he never had a reason to use either. But now… now with a progenitor Demon running around and possibly turning people into Demons…. He now had a solid reason for using his technique and Blood Demon Art in combat.

It also gave him a reason to re-create the Demon Slayer Corps. Of course, that was only if this problem got out of hand.

Yushiro looked up at the Nichiren blade hanging over his doorway and frowned. He was going to need to find Scarlet Ore and Scarlet Ore Sand if he was going to forge more Nicherin Blades. And, he knew someone who knew of where to find them. As much as he hated to interact with him, the descendant of Giyu Tomioka was another person who had access to a Nichiren Blade and actively practiced Breathing Techniques.

He hadn't contacted the man in quite some time. But, if there was anyone who would be willing to listen to him, it would be him. Furrowing his brow, he looked over to Chachamaru and sighed. "Chacha, I need you to deliver this letter to someone."

Chachamaru looked over at him with a tilted head. Yushiro gripped the letter in his hand with an annoyed expression. He had written it over 100 years ago, if the Demons came back, he was going to contact those who were the descendants of the Hashira. It was a calling card, for them to all gather in one place so he could teach them of their honoured past. Unfortunatly, only a handful remained, as most of their bloodlines had been destroyed because of the Quirk Awakening, the Genocides, and the wars that resulted from it. He had no idea as to where the others remained, though he had to assume they were in hiding.

However, he did know the location of where one of them had been. It was unfortunate though, that he turned out to be a bad seed. Even still, he had a duty to perform, whether he liked it or not.

"Chachamaru… deliver this letter to Chizome Akaguro, the last descendant of former Water Hashira Giyu Tomioka."

-To Be Continued-

So, how're them apples? I'll be honest, this isn't a completely original idea, the whole Stain being related to a Hashira crossover trope or what-have-you. I got it from somewhere, but I forgot where it was I got it from. All I know was that it was from a Demon Slayer and MHA crossover—obviously. If you guys have read it before and know the name of the fic, please put it in the comments.

That being said, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, and I'll see you all in the next one. Peace!