Demon slayer: What if (Season one: The rising sun) (Being rewritten!!!!)

Chapter One: Cruelty

Narrater POV

A young man could be seen, carrying a girl in a pink kimono, walking down the mountain in the cold snowy morning, as the snow continued to fall, all the boy could think was one sentence.

'How did this happen?' He thought.

Narrater POV

"Tanjiro!" A woman wearing a purple kimono called to her son, "Your face is pitch black. Come here." She motioned for him to walk to her, then she proceeded to wipe the dust and ash from Tanjiro's face.

"You don't have to go. It's snowing and it's dangerous."

"I want everyone to have a meal where everyone can eat all they want, so I'll go sell as much charcoal as I can." Tanjiro said with a faint smile." Even if it's just a little."

Kei looked proudly at her son, "Thank you."

Then two little kids came running from inside the house, "Tanjiro, are you going to town again?"

"I wanna go too!"

They yelled, startling another boy behind them, making him drop his ax.

"No. You can't walk as fast as Tanjiro." Kei responded.

"But mom!"

"No." she said sternly, "He isn't carrying the cart today, so he can't pull you when you're tired."

"Takeo, I know you can't do a lot, but cut a little wood today. Okay?" Tanjiro said to hjis brother.

"I will, but I was hoping we'd do it together." His brother pouted.

Tanjiro walked towards his younger sibling and put both his hand on his brother's head. "There there now." He said.

"Stop that!"

"There there now."

"I said cut it out!" Takeo shouted as his siblings laughed. "Just hurry back, okay?"

"I will, bye!" Tanjiro yelled, waving at his siblings.

"Oh, hey Tanjiro," Nezuko said, walking out from inside the shed.

"Hi, Nezuko." "I was just putting Rokuta to sleep, But I heard all the commotion." She said.

"They've been so lonely ever since father died, so they started clinging to you."

"Yeah, sometimes it does get annoying though," Tanjiro said while chuckling.

"See you later," Nezuko said, smiling.

Tanjiro POV

Our life isn't easy, but we were happy nonetheless. But life is like the weather...It's always changing. It won't always be easy, and the snow won't always keep falling. When happiness ends there's always the smell of blood in the air.

Narrater POV

"Oh, Tanjiro!" a woman said, "You came down the mountain on a day like this? You work so hard! You'll catch a cold!" She said to him.

'That won't happen. The breathing style that I learned gives me a strong enough body to fend off the cold.' Tanjiro thought.

"Hey! Sell me some charcoal!"

"Thanks for fixing my shoji door the other day!"

"Give me some charcoal too!" People yelled at Tanjiro, either giving him praise or wanting some charcoal from him.

"Aaaaah! Tanjiro! You're just in time!" A thin man yelled while a woman held the collar of his haori, "She says I broke a dish! Help me! Smell it."

Tanjiro leaned in and sniffed the broken terracotta, "I smell a cat." Tanjiro said with an innocent look on his face.