**No one's POV:**
The sounds of battle reverberated through the air as y/n lay in wait, determined to protect her mother. The cacophony of clashes and cries became louder, signaling that the pivotal moment was approaching.
**Y/n's POV:**
"It's time," I whispered to myself, knowing that the orchestrated chaos was about to unfold. I stepped onto the battlefield, my presence unnoticed in the midst of the intense fights.
"Now, how am I going to do this?" I pondered, assessing the situation. I decided to make my move, not with the intention of causing harm but to create a diversion. I raised my dual-sided scythe, ready to unleash my most powerful attacks.
"Eighth Form: Moon-Dragon Ringtail!" I declared, executing a massive, long-ranged curved slash that left a trail of crescent moon blades in its wake. The attack cut through the battlefield, strategically placed between the ongoing fights. It looked as if I were genuinely attempting to strike down the demons.
"Ninth Form: Waning Moonswaths," I announced, continuing with a series of rapid, close-proximity slashes, leaving numerous crescent moon blades along their path. The attacks added to the illusion, creating an intricate display of deadly moves.
Daki, engrossed in her battle with Inosuke, Zenitsu, and Tanjiro, remained oblivious to my actions. Meanwhile, Tengen was locked in combat with Gyutaro, leaving him poised for an unexpected turn of events. The diversion was in place, and the plan was set into motion.
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**Fire Everywhere:**
The night was ablaze, a chaotic dance of flames that painted the sky in hues of orange and red. In the midst of this inferno, the battle raged on. Inosuke, a fierce warrior, fell victim to Gyutaro's poisoned sickle, his powerful form momentarily halted by the insidious venom.
Uzui, the flamboyant Sound Hashira, faced a grim fate. His arm was severed in a cruel twist of fate, and the poison coursing through his veins threatened to claim him. The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning flesh and the bitter taste of despair.
Tanjiro, our valiant hero, was not spared from the onslaught. He stumbled, injured and battered, falling from a roof, his body a canvas of pain. The weight of the battle pressed upon us, threatening to crush our hopes.
**Y/n's POV:**
A cry escaped my lips, "Mama," as I beheld the unfolding tragedy. Tears welled in my eyes, a storm of emotions drowning my senses. Panic set in, and I began to hyperventilate, the weight of an impending nightmare pressing down on me. Was I to lose everything I held dear? The question haunted my thoughts, echoing in the recesses of my mind. Was I a monster, the harbinger of this destruction?
"I can't protect you if you don't run, Mother. Please, you have to go!" My desperate plea tore through the chaos. She nodded, disappearing into the obsidian night. Panic gnawed at my insides as I frantically searched for Uncle Gyutaro, my eyes scanning the tumultuous battlefield.
**No One's POV:**
Amidst the turmoil, Gyutaro's voice sliced through the air like a blade. He addressed Tanjiro, the surviving hero, with a mixture of shock and malevolent amusement. The words dripped with disdain, each syllable a venomous reminder of the dire straits they found themselves in.
Gyutaro reveled in their suffering, mocking their demise. The battlefield, a graveyard of the fallen, bore witness to his sadistic glee. The twisted dance continued as he taunted Tanjiro, breaking him, both physically and mentally. The air was thick with tension, the flames casting grotesque shadows on the desolation.
Tanjiro, numb and battered, faced Gyutaro's cruel laughter. The mocking words dug into his soul, each insult a lash on his spirit. Gyutaro reveled in the grotesque irony of Tanjiro's survival, turning his attention to the girl confined in a box. The insinuation of her being Tanjiro's sister sent shivers through the chaotic air.
In a moment of heart-wrenching cruelty, Gyutaro broke Tanjiro's fingers, the sound echoing the breaking point of a warrior's resolve. Laughter intertwined with the crack of bones as Tanjiro, weakened and defenseless, became the puppet in Gyutaro's macabre show.
The laughter turned to sadistic delight as Gyutaro proposed a devilish choice. Become a demon, or face annihilation. Tanjiro, defying his battered state, headbutted Gyutaro, sparking an unforeseen turn of events. Tengen's kunai struck true, awakening the battlefield to a chaotic crescendo.
As Tanjiro beheaded Gyutaro, a cataclysmic explosion followed. In the heart of the maelstrom, Y/n and Tanjiro were shielded by Tengen, the force of the blast echoing the destruction that preceded it.
**Y/n's POV:**
Amidst the dissipating smoke, I stumbled towards Gyutaro's disintegrating head. A surreal calm settled as his voice pierced the silence. "Where is your mother, Y/n?" His question cut through the air, and tears welled in my eyes. "She got away. I tried to find you so you could both—" My words were interrupted by Gyutaro's unexpected words, "I'm happy she's safe."
The floodgates opened, and I wept, a cascade of guilt and sorrow. "I'm so sorry, Uncle Gyutaro. You can't die." His reassurance added to my turmoil, an overwhelming cocktail of grief and despair.
**Tanjiro's POV:**
Determination gripped me as I spoke to Tengen, the mission clear. Nezuko carried me towards the scent of demon blood, a trail that led to the aftermath of the battlefield. A syringe collected demon blood, a grim reminder of the price paid.
As I found the demon's head, I also stumbled upon Y/n. Her tearful apology hung in the air, and I, unseen, observed the fragile moment. In the aftermath of the demon's demise, Y/n's broken mask revealed a truth that resonated with the crimson eyes of Muzan Kibutsuji.
"You can't tell anyone. You have to promise me," she pleaded, and I nodded. A promise made in silence, a secret buried in the echoes of the battlefield.
**Obanai's POV:**
The aftermath of battle painted a tapestry of victory and loss. Tengen, considering retirement, dropped a bombshell. Tanjiro Kamado, the survivor, emerged from the ashes, a testament to resilience.
In the wake of chaos, new beginnings were hinted at. The legacy of the fallen and the whispers of survival hung in the air. The battlefield, scarred and shattered, held the stories of heroes and the unspoken promises that lingered in the hearts of those who endured.
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Dark secrets ~ Rengoku x reader
FanficY/n kibutsuji the daughter of the one and only muzan kibutsuji at a young age your mother had left she didn't even look back for you. As a child you grew up around the upper rank demons known as the 12 Kizuki they were like your family uncle Kokush...
