Nezuko angst?

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Dear diary,


It's a rather gray day.

Just like that gray morning a few years ago. 

The night before my family, all except for my older brother, was murdered. 

I watched one by one as they were killed. My fists balled in furry and my face riddled in shock. My heart shattered into a million pieces that night. 

I protected Rokuta until the bitter end. I shielded him with my body in an attempt to keep him safe.

 I suppose it worked, he didn't become a demon. 

I did.

The morning after that night was horrendous. I was so hungry and my emotions were so raw. Anger, sadness, despair. They all swallowed me whole and the hunger that I felt was so utterly unbearable I wanted to die but I heard my onee chan call out to me. He called me by my name, he wept for me.

'Nezuko!' He cried.

I remember looking down to the other side of that axe. 

My body screamed at me to eat him, to devour him, to steal all of that healthy flesh and blood, and let it fuel my hungry wounded self.

But how could I?

How could I kill my own kin? 

It's simple, I couldn't.

So instead I cried. 

And a man with black hair came to kill me.

He knocked out onee chan so I got angry and tried to kill him. 




Key word 'tried'...




Apparently that man's name was Giyuu Tomioka. He was a lonely man who was antisocial. Regardless of that he was a nice person with a caring heart. I grew to understand him more.

 I can proudly say that were friends now!

I still miss my family but I am happy helping the demon slayers and I am glad to have met everyone. The hasiras are a bit ruff around the edges but they are truly trying to keep man kind safe. 

The butterfly sisters are all unique, in fact everyone is unique. 

Aoi, Shinobu sama, Kanao, and the triplets are all very lovely. The famous trio is a pleasure to be around and I love Inoskue and Zenitsu like they are my own siblings. And I of course love my last remaining sibling, my famous onee chan. Tanjiro Kamado.

All the people I have met or battled, have changed me, grown me into who I am today. 

And I admit I am starting to grow to love a certain blue and black haired boy. 







I wonder how much he will change me?



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