〔Distort〕Kimetsu no Yaiba femreader insert

Here It Is! The Dramatic Death Scene!

Chapter 2

Warnings: death (obviously), descriptions of gore and blood, child death, and suicidal thoughts.

{First}

I huffed out a groan, brows furrowed with a scowl painting my face. I crossed my arms and glanced about with my judging (e/c) eyes as I pushed air into my mouth—puffing cheeks out into a pout.

Large torrents of icy rain greeted me as they pelted relentlessly down onto the speckled brown and green yard. The rumble of thunder can be heard in the distance and the plinking song as rainwater traveled down the kusari-doi*. At points the dark grey sky would light up from the flashes of far off lightning.

A horrid sight for 9 year old me as I stood, still keeping the shoji* wide open.

"Ugh!" I voiced as I continued watching the dreary dark day. "It's late autumn now, so where's the snow?!"

"Sunshine," the sweet voice of my mother called out as she entered the room through fusuma*. "The tatami is going to get wet." She carefully handled a tray of green tea and rice crackers as she placed it on the table. Being mindful of the bundled up form of my sleeping baby brother that was swaddled to her back.

I turned to her with a pout and groaned. "But Ma! I want to see when it snows!" I complained as I gripped the skirt of my yukata.

I will admit, I am not one to care much about the winter season. Including how cold it gets during that time, however, I love snow.

It's like a white blanket of crystallized rain, one that ends up covering everything it can reach from the sky. One that holds no favoritism while giving the earth a quiet and ethereal glow to it.
Especially at night.

That's my favorite part of winter when the sky darkens and stars shine in the navy painted sky. When the moon reflects the smallest amount of light to the land. The only source of light bouncing off pure white snow and making the tiny ice crystals sparkle; the opposite of the blinding glowing white when the sun is risen.

My mother just gave me her bright and understanding smile as she rested by the kotatsu covered table. The two ceramic cups steamed from the heated tea that it held.

She chuckled as she spoke, "I bet the sky is just waiting for the perfect moment to surprise you as it knows you love snow, yet, because you keep on watching..." she paused as she gave me a knowing look and beckoned me over.

I stood there for a moment debating but ultimately decided to close the sliding door and rush over to give her a hug. Making sure to be very careful not to disturb my 5 month old brother from his nap.

God only knows how difficult it is for a mentally 22 year old to act like a child that basically had yet to hit puberty. Much less knowing next to nothing of the world nor the dangers that lie within it.

Including the unknown threat of demons.

Thankfully as the years passed during my time here, I have yet to see any signs of demons making their appearance; nor hide or hair of Muzan himself. Perhaps the thought of not reincarnating into KNY was more accurate.

But then there is still also the possibility that he just hasn't found us yet. Or maybe Muzan was too focused on looking for the one family that currently still held knowledge of sun breathing—the Kamados.

It was very much nothing but wishful thinking, I know. The one thing I can truly keep hoping for, is that it takes him years—maybe even decades—to find our location. Long enough for me to learn a type of breath and protect my loving family.