Y/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...
The air was tense as Tanjiro inquired about Y/n. The hashiras hesitated, caught between the secrets they bore and the empathy they felt. However, Tanjiro, ever the compassionate soul, insisted on understanding. Obanai's words hung in the air, halted by Tanjiro's resolute defense of Y/n.
**Muzan's POV:**
Days passed, and Y/n's melancholy persisted. Muzan, agitated by the spectacle, decided it was time to intervene. The abyss of sorrow couldn't be her dwelling forever. Muzan, though often ruthless, couldn't bear to see his daughter in such agony. With a demand, he summoned Kokushibo and Akaza to bring Y/n before him. Dragged from her room, she sat before her father, a portrait of anguish.
"Enough of this, Y/n. Pull yourself together," Muzan demanded, his tone cutting through her sorrow. He directed Daki to take her into town, urging her to lavish the child with distractions. Y/n was adorned in a striking black kimono, a dark green bow, her shoulders exposed. Daki, meticulous in her preparations, styled her hair and applied makeup. A gold and black fan adorned her, and she wore koma geta shoes.
**Mitsuri's POV:**
The evening air was alive with possibilities, and Mitsuri proposed a venture into town for dinner. The group, including Tanjiro, eagerly agreed. Tonight promised camaraderie and respite.
**Y/n's POV:**
Darkness draped the town as Y/n and her mother entered, the lights flickering to life. "Let's get you some food," her mother suggested, leading her to a noodle place where Y/n ordered two bowls of udon. After a while, the meal concluded, payment made, and they left, shifting gears to shopping.
**No One's POV:**
As Tanjiro and the hashiras explored the town, a familiar voice cut through the ambient noise. Y/n's presence was unmistakable. Yet, she seemed like a different person, draped in a revealing black kimono with a green bow, koma geta shoes, and a gold and black fan.
"Oh look, it's the hashiras," Y/n remarked, her voice an eerie echo of her mother's cockiness. Tanjiro, concerned, approached, questioning her well-being. Y/n, however, dismissed his sympathy with a cutting declaration, revealing the depths of her anguish. The pain of her words reverberated through the group, but she walked away, leaving them in stunned silence.
**End of Chapter:**
That night marked a shift in Y/n's demeanor. Her heart, once open, had now become a fortress of solitude. The echoes of her taunting words lingered, leaving the hashiras, especially Kyojuro, with a bitter taste of hurt. The once-vibrant soul had metamorphosed, embracing the shadows that had become her refuge.
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