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"Oh, Kyojuro..I've screwed up.."

The woman could only mumble it to herself, knees tucked to her chest, head hung low, back leaning against the grave of the bright man who she once called a friend. The man who called her beautiful when she was a demon, the man who gave her gift after gift (physically and spiritually), the man who she missed ever so dearly.

After what happened with Tanjiro, she left the butterfly estate and made her way to one of the only people who brought her any peace of mind. To Kyojuro.

She was going to see Kanroji at first, but she soon came to realise that the girl was currently on a mission, out defeating all kinds of demons while she was here....sitting in her own despair, causing mistake after mistake, memories flashing past her mind one by one.

She just wanted peace.

The woman could only manage a deep breath when she looked up at the cherry blossom trees that hung just above her and the grave, not to mention, the magnificent willows that softly draped over the scene.

It seemed as though she had screwed up so bad, even the sun was blaming her. Its rays fluttered through the gaps in the leaves and petals, refusing to touch the woman's crumpled figure, all while it held a gentle glow on the other side of the grave from where she sat. It was as though she was once again getting blamed.

She attempted to close her eyes, however, it came all too quickly for her to reopen her eyes in time.

Splatters of blood, tears streaming down her hurt features, her hands soaked in the blood of her siblings. The palms of her hands gripped around the throat of the youngest, Sora, her teeth grit in pain and anguish, the duo surrounded by the bodies of the others and the boy's hands attempting to push her away, but to no avail.

The first one she killed was Yua. As the demon walked through the infinity fortress, her hands stained with blood and her cloth damaged by what could only be assumed as raging fires, the girl pounced on the demon, making a quick move to plunge her hand through the demons chest as tears streamed down her features and her eyes remained wide, as if she didn't mean to do it.

Bloodlust.

At first, she didn't think it could be learnt, and instead, it was earnt through mental and physical torment, and yet, when she took her brother's blood, she took his strongest skills of which he had learnt. Speed. Swordsmanship....Bloodlust.

That was the only reason she killed him.

She really didn't mean to, not at all. She just wanted to chase him away, prevent him from stealing another life in that village, but his bloodlust took over all her senses. It caused her to attack him, brutalise him, and eventually, slaughter him in cold blood.

And even then, she was left with the desire for more. Like it was an itch, she wanted to rid it, to remove it from her system and run away from all remnants of demons, live a happier life, understand the world for its beauty instead of its torture, but it held a firm grip on her. It choked her and captured her to the point she caved. She bashed her head against walls, struck her own body, all to destroy the putrid lust for blood.

But it was never enough.

And then she remembered. She remembered that the rest of her siblings were sent out on the same mission. She remembered they were all exactly like him, ridiculing her, destroying homes, becoming nothing but monsters for the sake of survival.

They were all just like him.

And she wouldn't allow them to take any more lives, even if that meant killing them herself.

She wouldn't allow her memory of them to become stained with blood. She wouldn't allow them to hurt any people and turn them into true demons. She wouldn't allow them to go to hell for any more sins.

She would bear all of them if that meant proving their innocence.

And so, she got to work. She began with Yua, who was making her way back from decimating peoples homes, and she assassinated her, sticking her hand through her chest at first, before tearing it out, throwing the demon to the ground, and finally, stamping down on the demons skull, leaving nothing but the sound of a crack and the splatter of crimson.

The woman heard her sister's cries, she heard her screams and begs, her constant screeches for answers as to why she was being attacked, but she received none. Only silence from her big sister as she destroyed her very being from ever being recognisable.

To gain more power to kill the others, the demon was forced to digest her own sister's corpse, her lips tainted red like lipstick made of blood.

She then moved on. She moved to Hayato, appearing behind the man when he was alone in a forest, trekking away from the homes he had just ravaged, the families he had just slaughtered. He put up a fight at first, stabbing through his sister with his staff, straight through the heart. But, in the end, he was no match for the other demon.

She had already tasted the blood of two of their family, after all. When it all adds up, the man really had no chance against her as she pulled away from the staff, healed almost immediately, and appeared behind the demon, striking through his head with her foot before his corpse fell to the ground, undoing the work from centuries of labour.

She then devoured his corpse just like the others.

And then she moved on, the process like second nature to her now after killing three of her family members with her bare hands, striking them down one by one, freeing them from sin, holding them out on the palm of her hand to the gods for judgement, all while receiving their abilities in return.

It was almost unfair.

Almost.

Her next prey was her older sister, Ichika, who also seemed to fight back, throwing attacks at her assassin. It was a shame it all resulted in nothing in the end. She began to run, fear, pain, and betrayal spiralling through her mind and body as the demon soon caught up to her, took the woman's weapon and ended her life with the same weapon she had trained with for all those years.

And just as she was about to ingest the corpe, she heard a cry and a sob coming from behind her, turning to watch as Sora stood frozen in place as he watched the women's sharp nails tear open the body of his comrade, his sister.

And yet, he didn't run, nor did he fight.

The boy was well aware of the disappearance of his other siblings, and he obviously expected to be next, and so, he took it on the chin and faced death with a simple bead of sweat running down the side of his face.

And soon, they were all dead.

And she no longer forced herself to feel nothing but rage for the eyes of the man who she cursed, but instead, she was only reunited with the emotion of sorrow. It burned her chest, forcing her to the ground as she wept out into the world and tears streamed down her features as if it was the blood falling from the corpses of those she once loved.

Her body shook, her hands raising to her neck and forming hard and straight weapons while she wept into the sky. She was going to finish it all, finish the pain, the suffering, the torment, the reign of terror that was forced onto her by Muzan. She was going to finish it all, killing herself and finally letting all her sins be judged as one final act of securing her place in hell.

That was, until a demon slayer sped from where he stood, a ball and chain combined by a long nichirin chain, his weapon glistening before he restrained the demon in the dead of night, forcing her away from death and keeping her grasped in life's horrid hold.

She was too tired to react.

She didn't struggle, she didn't fight, she only cried as her arms were pried away from her neck and forced behind her body by the chains that held her to the ground, from hurting herself or any other person.

It was only then, when she was expressing her most human emotions, that her body slowly began to shift. Her strength lessened, her body smalled, and suddenly, her demon marks were gone, and replaced with the solid hue of (s/c).

The woman had turned back into a human after seventy nine years.

It wasn't long before she had collapsed from sheer exhaustion, and by the time she had woken up, she was in the Ubuyashiki estate, meeting Kagaya for the first time.

Her eyes suddenly reopened, watching as a lone petal slipped through the air and landed just at the tip of her spear, which was lying next to her feet. She only sighed, shaking her head before she spoke up, her voice quiet. "I was only trying to help, and then my own flaws got in the way..."

She wasn't expecting a response, not anymore, at least. For the first day that she came here, right after his grave was made and placed down, she begged for something, anything. A shift of the wind, a hue of red or orange or yellow, the echo of his iconic laugh..anything..

But she only ever received silence, and suddenly, it all became so much more real to her.

She was about to speak again, but her thoughts were silenced as a presence made its way beside her and lowered themselves to sit next to her in silence. However, she didn't need a voice to confirm who placed themselves beside her.

"I heard what happened." The voice spoke, and the woman's brows only furrowed, a sigh leaving her lips. The man didn't continue for a while, savouring whatever peaceful silence his wide frame could find before he took out a small vial from his pocket and gently placed it beside her.

She recognised it immediately, and the sight only made her want to throw up. In the vial was a crimson liquid, soaking and staining the see-through glass which taunted her more she could ever describe. She didn't mutter a word.

Uzui looked down at her with a small frown. "I was told to give this to you. Don't worry, you don't have to take it yet." He looked away from where she sat, and instead turned to watch above as crows fluttered overhead, calling over the tune of the wind. "But that wasn't the main reason I came here, not to worry."

The woman suddenly turned stoic, moving to stand. "The boy should be fine, if that's what you're asking." Just as she was about to get to stand, a hand suddenly landed on her shoulder and caused her to pause, looking at the man with furrowed brows.

"That's nowhere near what I was going to ask." He sighed dramatically, lifting his hand from her shouted to instead bonk her head as he smiled softly, his eyes closing. "I was actually wondering how you were doing."

"If you're trying to get me to be your next wife then-"

"THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT!"

"You sure, because the last time I saw you, you were drunk and crying for me to marry you."

"I'm just confused why you didn't accept. I mean, who wouldn't want all of this-"

"Me."

The man gritted his teeth, eye twitching as he switched to the girl. "WELL YOU KNOW WHAT, I'M SORRY I CARE! JUST TELL ME ALREADY!" Uzui huffed, gripping the woman's head and forcing her to look back at him.

She was quiet at first, brows furrowing before she sighed and looked away from the man, and suddenly his hold on her loosened to the point it was soft. "I..." She began, her hand moving to grip the man's wrist. "I'm trying not to feel anything, but...I can't."

His brows furrowed, his hand being softly pushed away from her head until the hand that gripped his wrist was held in front of the duo. For once, when Uzui looked into her eyes, he didn't see a blank slate, but rather, a small, almost unnoticeable light of sadness, obviously the sting of tears. "It's because of that demon, right?"

She nodded solemnly, now turning to look at the stone on the grave beside them. It was as though the man was still a part of their conversation, as if he was there to watch them bickering. But he wasn't. "I hurt that boy because I was unable to stop them...I wanted to apologise, but.." She paused, looking away from the grave and instead at her lap. "I'm afraid I don't have that courage anymore. I have no excuse for my actions."

The man scoffed, moving his gentle but large free hand to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear, the warmth of his touch lingering longer than it should, all while his other hand monouvered away from her grasp and instead intertwine their fingers, binding together. She didn't move away, and he had no intention of stopping.

"It should be fine. The brat would have no other choice than to accept your apology if I have a small..word.." The man grinned evilly, leaving the woman to sweatdrop.

"I want him to forgive me, not die for saying the wrong thing."

"I won't kill him, I'll just lightly threaten him."

"Uzui."

"WHAT?!"

"That's enough."

"NO IT'S NOT! IF THAT LITTLE RUNT DOESN'T ACCEPT YOUR APOLOGY HE'LL HAVE TO ACCEPT MY FIST!"

"Oh dear..."

At least she was able to cherish moments like these with the ones she had left..

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Taisho Secrets!

. (Y/N) is actually a very jealous person!

. After Rengoku's death, the bento box (Y/N) last received was placed on her shelf, so everytime she glances out the window, she will be reminded of him.

. (Y/N) has only ever been drunk once,(she mistaked a glass of water with Uzui's vodka, and she quickly learnt that she was a lightweight..) and Uzui realised that she was actually an affectionate drunk. He's never seen her smile so much in his life!