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I SHOULD'VE IMAGINED WE'D END LIKE THIS — CHAPTER #46 — WE'LL NEVER LAST, SO WE MUST SAY GOODBYES

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Little note:
‼️might have mistakes.
Zenitsu, talking to daki: Im her knight. I'll protect (Y/N).
Five minutes later: *proceeds to get your head massacred*
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Tanjiro's eyes shot wide open as he jolted awake from an unusually vivid dream involving his sister. His breath was heavy, and he felt utterly drained from the intensity of the experience. Taking a moment to collect himself, he surveyed his surroundings. Devastation surrounded him—everything was engulfed in flames, and the once-familiar houses were now reduced to rubble. Confusion washed over him as he tried to make sense of where he was.

Struggling to cope with the overwhelming smoke, Tanjiro's worry turned to relief when he spotted Nezuko's box nearby. A sigh of relief escaped his lips. "Ah, Nezuko, you're safe." Gazing at his sister as she slept, a tender smile formed on his face. The sight of her brought him solace amidst the chaos. Fueled by determination, he knew he had to act swiftly.

As he turned to get up, his body tensed in surprise at the sight of a figure standing before him. "What's this? You're still alive?" The figure, Gyutaro, spoke with annoyance. "You're one lucky guy. Damn, I feel sorry for you. Everyone besides you is probably done for!" His cruel laughter filled the air, unsettling Tanjiro.

Stammering, Tanjiro asked. "W-What?! What are you saying?"

Gyutaro continued his heartless taunts, describing the grim fate of his comrades. "That yellow guy... he's trapped under the rubble and he's flailing, so I'm just going to leave him there until he dies. Squirming like an insect, how funny! And the Hashira, how weak he is! He tackled the boar boy, trying to protect him from the rubble, but it looks like the poison already got him. He's dead, dead! So disgraceful! You four are totally disgraceful!" The malicious laughter echoed ominously through the blazing landscape, sending shivers down Tanjiro's spine.

Suddenly, Tanjiro's heart sank as he realized something crucial. "Hey, and what about (Y/N)...? W-What happened to her!?" He yelled, his distress evident. The memory of his last conscious moments before blacking out resurfaced, the image of your lifeless body on the floor, your head brutally attacked, haunting him still. The thought alone was enough to make him feel nauseous, but he managed to suppress it, desperately needing to know your fate.

"..." Gyutaro's laughter slowly subsided when your name was mentioned, leaving Tanjiro puzzled by his unexpected reaction. A barrage of questions raced through his mind. Why did Gyutaro acted that way? Why did he avoid mentioning you? Intrigued, Tanjiro observed the demon, whose smile vanished, replaced by an emotionless expression. Curiosity getting the better of him, he followed Gyutaro's gaze upward.

The demon's eyes fixed on his sister, perched on the ceiling of a nearby house. Her visage was haunting, devoid of any emotion, as if her eyes were hollow and lifeless. The darkness surrounding her made her seem like a lifeless corpse. She appeared weary, cold, and disturbed, resembling a broken doll.

Gyutaro sighed, continuing to observe his sister before turning his attention back to Tanjiro. In a nonchalant tone, he advised. "Don't mention her. I think you already know the answer!" Tanjiro's hand trembled, overwhelmed by emotions and thoughts about you. Was it really you he saw earlier? Or was it a figment of his imagination playing cruel tricks on him?