Music to My Ears (Demon Slayer KNY Zenitsu x y/n)

Chapter 4 Does Everything Really Happen for a Reason?

Characters: Y/n, Dad, Yamato, Mio, Mom, Makoto, Tengen Uzui. 

takes place before- season 1 ep 1

It's weird what you think about in your last moments. I thought about her. That bully that liked to call herself my friend. I thought about all the lies that she told me and all the pain she brought me. Was it all necessary? I didn't even know what a friend was and how they were supposed to treat you and she took advantage of that. She was wrong about so many things but she was right about one thing. I'm pathetic. A coward. Maybe if I wasn't so careless and didn't sneak out of the house, I could have gotten my family out in time- My family. I jolted my head over and saw a demon, around 7 feet tall enter my house. I blacked out.

The next thing I remember is me, standing in the doorway of our house as the demon clawed out my elder brother's eyes. My body just started to move on its own. Before I knew it, I clung on to the back of the demon and grabbed it by its hair, my family huddled into a corner, applying pressure to my brother's wounds. I saw the blood streaming down my brother's face.... Like that day, the blood, it was all over, everywhere.... I couldn't handle it. The demon clawed at my arm and I lost my grip.

The blood... dripping down my arm... it wasn't stopping. I glanced up as the demon was towering over me. This is the end. I'm going to die. If I wasn't so scared of blood I could have beat him. No. This would have happened regardless. There is no way I could have won. It was all over in an instant.

A man barged in. He was well over 6 feet and was carrying swords almost as tall as me. He was only there for a second and then he was gone and the demon was ash. It was over. I look over to my elder brother. He had no eyes anymore. Just empty bloody sockets. I ran over and grabbed my brother with tears running down my face.

"I'm so sorry! It's my fault! I'm supposed to be the eldest! Why couldn't it have been me! You shouldn't have had to go through that! You already have so little! Does everything really happen for a reason? Why didn't I do someth-"

I was violently whipped out of my brother's arms onto the ground outside. All the demons were gone but my father was right in front of me. I guess he made it home just in time. He started beating me in front of everyone.

"You damn fool! You idiot! You good for nothing coward! You were supposed to take responsibility for him and you just watched on the sidelines as he got his eyes gouged out! Was it entertaining to watch? Why did you just sit there and do nothing, you pointless waste of space!"

I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't defend myself at all. I really am pathetic and pointless after all. I could tell that if he hit me one more time I was going to pass out. As I waited for the final blow the same man that saved my family from that demon earlier showed up.I could see him more clearly now that he wasn't moving so fast. He was all bedazzled in gems and face paint. He had his pure white hair slicked back into a ponytail and he was huge. He had to be more than six and a half feet. He had giant muscles and he had a sleeveless uniform. The man took hold of my father's arm before he could hit me again.

"Is that really necessary sir?" The man said in a passive aggressive tone.

My father looked into the man's piercing eyes as he pulled his arm away.

"Who the hell are you? You have nothing to do with this so get lost!"

"I'm just saying..." The man replied, "What's done is done now. Just hitting her until she dies isn't going to change anything ,besides, if it wasn't for her your son would be dead."

My father just ignored the man. He just flaunted his finger in my face and said

"You're garbage, stupidly and utterly useless. You were never my daughter to begin with. I never want to see your face again so get lost you scum."

Those words echoed in my mind as my father ran back to the house, leaving me lying in the middle of the road.

Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't stop crying no matter how hard I tried. The glammed out man squatted down next to me.

"That was brave what you did for your brother back there. Very flashy of you."

The way he said it was strange and kind of unempethietic given the situation. He sounded so enthusiastic for seeing someone's life crumble underneath them.

"Hey don't look at me like I'm being inconsiderate or something. I know what it's like having a brother die by my hands. You should be happy you were able to save him and move on."

I was torn. I couldn't tell if he was trying to relate to me or trying to scold me or was just trying to make conversation. I don't know what it was about him but it was like he could read my thoughts, even though he seemed careless when it came to his surroundings.

"Hey, I got an idea, you should be my tsuguko! You're definitely flashy enough for the job and I always wanted to have someone carry on my legacy after I die."

" I can't. I can't ......leave my friends ........behind."

"If they're your friends they'll understand and if you train under me, you could save countless lives and you'll look flashy doing it, also, you could write letters to your silly little friends whenever you want. So what do you say?"

That day marked the day that I knew, without a shadow of doubt in my mind, that everything happens for a reason. Without my brother being blinded, or my dad beating to the brink of death in the middle of the street, I would have never become a demon slayer and saved countless lives.