My Time As A Demon Slayer (Kimetsu No Yaiba x Male Reader)

Past Memories (CH.25)

A little warning before reading: There are a couple of manga spoilers in this chapter, and there might be a couple more in the future.

Shojo's Pov

I kind of remember that Demon Slayer cutting my neck, then followed by my body slowly becoming dust and disappearing. At first I was angry, as I couldn't believe I allowed myself to get killed by what seemed to be an amateur, however, shortly after, once I started feeling just how real it was, I got scared. I wasn't ready to die, and even if never really showed it, I still wasn't ready to say goodbye to my friends either.

Up until now, we had always been quite mean with each other, and even tried to part ways when we met as Demons, but just seeing Wakai die was enough to make me the angriest I had ever been during the past 15 to 20 years, but then, as I started dying, I realized that I now would never be able to talk to Kodo either, meaning that in just one night, everything we had disappeared.

I was between absolutely angry, and almost total sadness, but then I noticed something. "Huh, Kodo and Wakai. I hadn't heard those names in quite a while." As any other Demon, the three of us had forgotten about our past lives, which obviously included our names. We also never took the time to get new ones for ourselves, so we mostly went by whatever the village people called, which wasn't always consistent.

I also remembered what our childhood was like, but at the time, it didn't seem all that important. Sure, remembering all that made feel nostalgic, and the feeling of losing my friends even worse, however, it seemed to be a simple and normal childhood, with the three of us coming together simply because our families lived in the same town.

At first, I don't I liked Wakai all that much, as he was the weird kid of the town, but the more time I spent with him, and the simple fun that it was to be around him, made quickly forget about all that, and just embrace his friendship.

On a contrary manner, I remember almost always liking Kodo. He was the bravest kid of the town, and was far more reasonable than Wakai. I think I even had a crush on him for a while, however, when we tried it out, it turned out to be that I admired him a whole lot, and also appreciated his friendship, so we simply stayed as friends.

There were other kids with us in our hometown, but we didn't spend nearly as much time with them as we did with us, so we basically became the three musketeers or something. We would usually go out in little adventures, exploring the mountains surrounding our village, and while Kodo was the bravest, I was always the best at the exploring part. My parents made me learn some dancing, and I turned out to be pretty good, but I really didn't like it, and instead use all that knowledge to jump around and grab of branches and more.

It was all a bit foggy as well, as I really was young back then, but what sticked to me the most, was my last day as a human. It had been a not-so-great day. My mom had been teaching me how to cook, and while I didn't have a problem with that, she always said that it would help me get married in the future, and again, the idea of getting married wasn't awful, but thinking that this would be everything I would do, besides cleaning and stuff, was simply annoying.

I tried to tell mom about all of this, but she didn't listen, and we ended up having an argument, which she ended by sending me to my room. This all so infuriating, so I almost instantly escaped through my window to go look for Wakai and Kodo. It was easy to find them, as they were on our regular spot just a bit over the mountain skirts.

As I arrived, I could see Kodo reading, as he usually did when he had free time, and Wakai being an overall idiot by throwing rocks around, and even bashing some against his head as a 'endurance measuring' test.

I was happy to see them, but I still felt sad, and they quickly noticed. Wakai was the first, as he stopped what he was doing, and asked if I was okay. This made Kodo snap from his book and notice me as well, so he asked pretty much the same. I explained to them, and since it wasn't the first time this had happened with my mom, they quickly understood.