「𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝」> KNY

001

[𝗡𝗮𝗺𝗲] 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗽𝗶𝘁𝘆. The demon felt pity. Felt pity for the poor family whom had encountered the unforgivable wrath of his companion.

His pure smooth ears devoid of any holes for piercings and earrings heard the cries of the eldest daughter of five. Cries of help towards the man who just stood there while everything happened. Towards an unmoving witness to a damn bloodbath.

But despite how his heart clenched; all he could do was pray. Pray for the god who probably wouldn't hear the demon's please of grace.

His perfectly curved fingers clenched together, palms touching, begging for Amaterasu to lead the poor souls to heaven quickly and safely.

Muzan's footsteps neared and evetually sharp fingers landed on his evergrowing head of hair. He said nothing.

This always happened. How his heart would break for the poor souls yet no words of comfort would come out of Muzan's mouth for he knew even if he said harsh words full of malice, [Name] would never leave him.

The empty void in his stomach that craved for human flesh groaned and [Name] could only cry.

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The bright lights of Asakusa that showed playfulness and comfort contradicted the situation.

It seemed like a demon slayer located the man with black hair and eyes red like glistening rubies. To [Name], the demon slayer looked... Familiar in a way.

"Do you have something you want from me?" Tsukihiko— no. Kibutsuji Muzan asked the youth who's eyes widened with fear and panic at a realization. His dark red eyes that looked a bit like reddish magenta switched to the plain, but expensively crafted clothed demon just on the near left of the demon king.

Then it finally clicked for [Name].

"Do you know this person?"

"No... This is just a child we don't know... It seems that he's in some sort of trouble."

He had eyes similar to those children. Similar to those children whom his master had devoured. So similar to those children whom he took a small bite of. Is he a relative perhaps?

"It might be that he had mistaken us for someone else?"

'No!' He wanted to speak out, but his throat ran dry when his [Eye Colour] eyes met the young one's. Angered and frustrated looking eyes. Such sorrow and hardship shouldn't be painted on the face of such a young looking child!

And... Did... Did that girl survive? He smelt her near. Is he... A brother that didn't come home that fateful night perhaps?
The guilt overtook his hungry black stomach. Covering all hunger he felt at that moment.

Hunger then turned into revolt, then a burning sensation. As if the sun itself dwelled inside his stomach.

[Name] didn't have time to even open his mouth.

He was shoved away from his master's family by a man inching to get away from what the human might've assumed was a drunk fight.

[Name] stumbled towards the opposite direction of where his master stood, acting all concerned, shielding the young girl with twin ribbons as accessories. But his eyes cannot be averted to anyone other than the boy whom was now on the ground wresting with the newly turned demon.

'Hanafuda earrings?' another link showed itself in [Name]'s mind. The shadaw taking over the boy's tanned face looked like the ominous shadow that the man had when he looked at Muzan. When he bared his nichirin blade to the face of the progenitor of demons.

He stood still. Even when his master gave him the look. Even when the officers came and tried separating the two people. Even when it was only the three of them now.

"What is your name?" [Name] could only muster up the courage to say a simple sentence after a few seconds with a shakey timid voice that clearly wasn't used a lot. But it wasn't answered, no matter how desperate he sounded. For he was interrupted by someone else.

"Even when the man turned into a demon... You still refer to him as if he is a person. And tried to save him." That voice...

[Name] craned his head to see two demons so similar to him, yet but at the same time so different. He couldn't put a finger to what separated them from the others.

"Even though I am a demon, I am also a doctor." The woman named Tamayo, Tamayo from his memories. The woman he pitied yet didn't do anything when she was begging him to help her escape from Muzan's clutches. "I want to eradicate that man who calls himself Kibutsuji."

[Name] remembers all of the victims he's prayed for and the ones that left him with a deep impression.

He can see now, but not for long.

Tanjiro felt the immense guilt [Name] exuded and couldn't hate him.

Tanjiro is scary