Pinky Promise {InoTan} (hiatus)

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I have the worst lack of motivation ever- I want to write but I don't want to write too much at the same time- like I don't want to detail the entire final battle but what else can I do? I started the fic during the final battle, so it's only natural that I do the whole thing BUT THAT WOULD TAKE FOREVER-

I'd like to point out that I'm leaning heavily on Gotouge Koyoharu's canon plot/events for the final battle portion of the story, and not all of what happens is mine, I'm just putting it into my own words. All credit for things that are canon go to DemonSlayer's creator :)
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Tanjiro jumped back, narrowly avoiding being cleaved in half by the demon king. He's got terrifying range- if I want to get anything done here I have to get closer! Gripping the hilt of his nichirin sword tighter, he dashed forward to try to close the distance. So many attacks.. Metal clashing against bony flesh, Tanjiro slammed his blade against one of Muzan's blade-like arms, deflecting it. From the other direction, another arm swung at his head like a whip.

Giyuu was faring marginally better than the younger demonslayer, able to twist and catch the attacks with his sword before they got too close. Naturally this was a result of his experience and years of training, something Tanjiro, put quite simply, didn't have, and wouldn't be able to catch up to. Giyuu hit the sharp edge of his katana against Muzan's arm, only being able to wedge it in and get it stuck before he was forced to slide the weapon back out and dodge another strike. He was doing his best to keep an eye on Tanjiro and be aware of his surroundings at the same time, but it was only making it harder to fight. This is a recipe for disaster. One of us is going to get hurt if we can't get the upper hand somehow.

Even when he put as much strength into his sword strikes as possible, Tanjiro couldn't fully cut through the blade-covered arms of the demon king. What use is there if he regenerates instantly? How are we going to get him under the sunlight if there is no sunlight in this fortress?? Bunching his legs, he inhaled sharply and kicked off of the ground, launching himself forward.

Hinokami Kagura, third form: Raging Sun. Knocking one slash away with the sharp edge of his katana, Tanjiro turned and cut another, clearing a path to Muzan.

Narrowing his blood-red eyes, the king of demons took a step back. He recognized the forms that the boy with hanafuda earrings was using. This child can't compare to half of that man's power, he assured himself. As Tanjiro wound his sword back for a direct attack, Muzan struck the boy with force enough to send him hurtling backwards into a wall.

Gasping as his back hit the lattice, Tanjiro fought to get air back into his lungs. His right eye burned with pain, and he could feel the warm blood dripping down his cheek from the wound. That isn't good..

Giyuu swore under his breath, darting across the battleground to drag Tanjiro away before he was killed. He continued to hold the boy tightly by his arm, keeping him upright as he caught his breath. "Don't bother trying to get close," he instructed. "Focus on staying alive and keeping him from killing anyone else."

"Right!" Feeling Giyuu's grip on his arm fall slack, Tanjiro leapt back into action. As he was so caught up swinging his katana at the demon trying to slaughter them, it took Tanjiro a couple minutes to realize the fortress was shaking. The ground under him, the walls surrounding them; every surface was shuddering, making a none-too-reassuring rattling noise. Huh??

Muzan turned to look around, his eyes widening then narrowing dangerously. "Nakime!!" He shouted, calling out to the biwa demon, "What are you doing?!"

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Inosuke whirled around, wildly glancing around at the trembling structure around them. "What's happening?! Is it alive??" He began pointing his swords around at the walls.

"Idiot, it's not alive, it doesn't give off a sound like any living creature." Zenitsu paused, eyeing the fortress with suspicion. "This is getting really scary though.. what if the floor gives out!?" He jumped, clinging suddenly to Murata's arm. The older slayer shook him off, backing away from the panicking child a bit.

"It's not going to-" Murata was cut off as the wood shattered, splinters flying and dust filling the air as the floors shifted, shooting up.

Inosuke swayed, regaining his balance quickly and looking up. No good.. we're going to be crushed when we hit the ceiling!

The impact never came. Instead, the cool night air hit his body in a wave as he and everyone else were tossed into the air, and his eyes widened in shock. "OUTSIDE??!!" Tucking into a roll, Inosuke landed safely a little ways away from the eruption of debri. His body ached from falling on his injuries, but he ignored it. A couple of his bandages loosened and fell off, drifting down to the ground like feathers. Kanao pushed herself up behind him, throwing a broken door off of her legs as she scrambled to get her footing in the pile of wreckage. "Where are we?" She gasped, looking around.

Zenitsu balked. "A city?! This is bad- there are tons of people here!"

"You think everyone else got tossed out?" Murata questioned.

Inosuke made a quiet tsk, turning away from the small group to stare out into the street. We're pretty far from the fighting, then, huh? Taking in as much air as he could, Inosuke spread his awareness out. It wasn't hard to figure out where Muzan and the hashira were, not at all. The noise coupled with the amount of destruction was practically making the ground shake. Snapping back to reality, Inosuke took off in the direction of the battle. His companions were quick to follow, taking off after him hastily.

"Are we going to go fight Kibutsuji??" Zenitsu squeaked.

"Of course! We've gotta help half-n-half haori guy and the others!!" Inosuke shouted back.

"I don't want to!!"

"I'm pretty sure boar head here is the only person excited to fight Kibutsuji," Murata sighed.

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Yushiro clambered out from under a heap of debri, fixing his demonslayer uniform quickly as his injuries healed, gashes closing and puncture wounds sealing shut. He glanced up as a crow passed by overhead, one of his papers stuck to its feathery breast and cawing loudly, "One hour and forty minutes til sunrise!! One hour and forty minutes til sunrise!!"

Shit. I did my best to get everyone aboveground, but there's still too much time left. Wiping a few stray tears off his face with his sleeve, the demon started running. Somehow.. I have to make myself useful.

He passed a few groups of lower ranked slayers receiving first aid and regrouping, all of which he turned away from. Dirt and grit crunched under his feet as he searched the streets for someone capable, preferably a hashira, or one of Tanjiro's group. Anyone who could survive against Muzan for more than a couple seconds.

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I'm sorry for not updating in forever T^T
Lack of motivation and upcoming school stress got me