hazy || muichiro tokito x oc (kny)

thirty: even if it kills me

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WITH A SHARP PAIN IN HER CHEST, AMATA AWAKES.

her body aches, especially her legs, and she realizes that she is perceiving the world upside-down. she looks up and sees her legs bent close to her body, and her back pressed against a tree. with a groan, she shifts her body and flops onto the dirt, her mind buzzing with anxiety and her heart fluttering anxiously.

she remembers the village, the attack, muichiro, tanjiro, and nezuko.

she glances around, desperately searching for her sword. she sees metal shimmering in the brush below and she finds the handle half a second later. she grabs it, grunting at the fact that her brand new sword was already chipped, and the ribbon-like end was gone.

however, she snaps from her thoughts. she can't tell which way the village is, but that isn't her goal. hee feet slap the ground and her floral robe sleeves flow as she continues to run.

muichiro clouds her thoughts as she looks for him. the blast injured her severely, and she was more prepared than he was. desperate to find him, she combs through the woods around the swordsmith village, tears flowing as she searches for any sign of the misty-eyed boy.

her bare feet slap the ground, twigs stinging and the sound of leaves crunching beneath her. she bounces off trees, trying to move through the woods faster and faster.

a strange creature suddenly spawns before her. it's like a giant, clay fish. it moans and creaks as it comes for her, but with a fury-filled blow, she kills it in an instant.

"hello there!"

amata shrieks as her foot is grabbed and she feels herself being hurled into the air. she looks up to see a winged demon smiling, which only makes her angrier.

he's having fun with this.

amata raises her sword to slash him, but he suddenly screeches as a form of attack.

amata feels herself nearly losing consciousness as she falls back to the earth. she awakes just before her back slams on the ground, but she unleashes her third form to protect herself as she lands.

she runs again. she was able to see which way the village was, and she could easily see the amount of destruction that had already happened.

but she wasn't aiming for the village, as guilty as it sounded. her number one priority was not the village chief, or the young slayers defending him, or the demons that were continually destroying it with every blow.

she was looking for the love of her life.

she pushes selfish thoughts away. she can't remind herself how useless she is as she runs for the mist hashira instead of trying to defend one of the most crucial landmarks the demon slayer corps requires to offer.

she sees a pot in the middle of the forrest, and the scent of a demon reminds her that it isn't just a random pot.

she slashes it and continues running, but another fish demon spawns before her. this time, it's massive. the sheer size of it mows over several trees, and it approaches her at a terrifying speed.

amata turns back, running in the opposite direction. she jumps up, and uses her left foot to push herself off a tree. she flips in the air, once again perceiving the world in an upside-down view as she gazes at the clay fish-monster before her.