░『Zephyr』░(KNY OC STORY/ KNY OC X KNY-OLD/DISCONTINUED)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟼: 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍

Dear Shinobu,

The girls and I hope you are doing well on your mission! It feels empty without having you here in the mansion, and we wish you a great success!

Fukurō-chan has made a great recovery, and she is already halfway through the Rehabilitation Training. Although it is nice to hear, she still needs around a month to be in full recovery.

She seems curious to what the Demon Slayer Corps is, to a point that it seems like she is interested in joining it. I had overheard her and Hoshiko-san talking, and at a point Fukurō-chan had asked her about the corps.

I had already quit the corps, and I don't want Fukurō-chan to go through contemplating her worth as I did. Or worse, for her to be killed at Final Selection.

May you please speak with her once you have returned? I respect your judgement of what you would want to do afterwards.

Sincerely, Kanzaki Aoi.

* * *

Fukurō drags her feet across the floor as she walks with Shinobu, taking a few breaths. She didn't know what Shinobu had wanted, and was worried that she had done something wrong. Did Hoshiko-sama complain to her about me? Was I too loud? Did I-

"So, Have you been curious about joining the Demon Slayer Corps, Fukurō-chan?" Shinobu asks as they head towards the garden of the Butterfly Mansion. Her steps remained graceful and dainty as her feet touched against the floor.

".. Hai. To be completely honest, the thought of becoming a Demon Slayer was interesting to me." She picks her skin on her fingers, gaze deserted as if she was reconsidering her answer. "Although, I can't help but think about the outcomes. I know I could possibly die, which scares me a bit just from the thought, but I feel as though it's a need."

Shinobu lets out a soft sigh, "But why do you still consider it, even after knowing the possibilities?" Her face shows concern, "There are a dozen ways you can die, Fukurō-chan. If you don't mind me asking, Why do you want to join the Demon Slayer Corps in the first place?"

The image of Sekiei's smile flashes into Fukurō's mind. She could remember every detail of every few days she would spend with him. She could remember the laughs, smiles, injuries, and stars she would see like some sort of vivid dream.

"I guess... for revenge. Not just for them, but for all the others lives taken of those I might not even know of. Demons are the bane of my existence, and all of them should perish for their ignorance of the value of life." She takes a deep breath, a slight flame lighting in her eyes, "I know I was just lucky to survive. If I do nothing with my life, I should have died with them." She frowns, expression filled with determination. "I have some beliefs in myself, and there's no way I'll let anyone get killed in front of me ever again."

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"Nee-san!*"

Shinobu rushes over to her sister, clutching her dying body to hers. She could feel the shaken breathing of Kanae, her sparkling eyes losing its shine.

".. Shinobu... Please, Leave the Demon Slayer Corps."

She had said, blood staining her bottom lip.

"... You're trying hard. You're really trying hard... But perhaps you..." Kanae pauses, hand resting on Shinobu's cheek, "I want you to be happy, like a normal girl... And live until you become an old woman. You've already done enough."