Miyake grimaced, running quickly to the Red Light District, he felt a flickering aura as he saw Tanjiro crouched down, heaving, bleeding profusely. The intense feeling escalated when his boring grey eyes laid upon Daki and Nezuko.
The vile aura coursed in his blood like a dark and heavy IV drip, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He yelled internally.
Nezuko was loosing it, and so did Miyake when he saw Nezuko hardening her blood, reattaching her disembodied limbs and decapitated head. Miyakes body stiffened.
Daki was about to be enveloped into flames, Miyake quietly drew near, slamming his leg into Nezuko's stomach to push her back. A similar kick to her own, Miyake scoffed.
Nezuko flew backwards hundreds of feet, growling out angrily. Miyake turned and watched Daki burn in a spiral of pink flames.
Her screams reminded Miyake of something, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Miyake didn't get a chance to dwell any further before Nezuko came back, growling.
She truly looked demonic.
Daki stood up weakly, glaring at Nezuko and realizing that Miyake had saved her. Daki scowled and ran away, hopping from rooftop to rooftop, escaping Nezuko.
Miyake boredly glanced behind him at the fleeing demon, his boring eyes refocusing to stare at a huffing Nezuko. Who in turn, began drooling.
Miyake's now golden eyes narrowed in a way, he never thought he would glare at Nezuko. Miyake raised his blade, pointing it at the demon, who trembled in anger.
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"Nezuko, do you know who I am?"
Nezuko growled, raising her claws and attacking Miyake, who sighed in return. In a fury of golden light, Miyake slashed off Nezuko's arms, grimacing at the whimper of pain she let out.
However, as the growls grew angrier and the suffocating aura felt hungrier; Miyake knew, this was not Nezuko, this was a beast unleashed from her cage, wanting to devour, wanting to hunt, wanting to kill.
Miyake raises his blade, sheathing it, "Nezuko, don't make me do this, please." He spoke, almost desperately.
Suddenly, as Nezuko grew nearer, closer, hungrier, she lunged at an unmoving Miyake. The hashira raised a brow, noticing that the alignment of time had crumbled beneath him.
Was... was the timeline changing?
In a panic, Miyake realized that Tanjiro wasn't going to stop Nezuko. Something in the timeline had changed, what did he fuck up this time? He did everything canonically, what could he have missed?
Miyake held up his blade, using it as a shield when Nezuko bit down on his newly forged katana. Her lips bled and her teeth chattered.
Miyake, for a split second, struggled against Nezuko's strength, before his eyes seeped a golden color. Miyake stood over Nezuko, her arms flailing and her claws coming dangerously close to Miyake's solemn face.
