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The Bleak Ending Of Y/n Obanai's Short-Lived Life

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Pairing: misc X Reader

Warnings: a little suggestive ig

Title: "The Bleak Ending of Y/n Obanai's Short-Lived Life"

Giyuu and Tanjiro tried to navigate their way around the Infinity Castle, having just defeated upper moon three, Akaza.

As Tanjiro ran, his eyes caught a quick glimpse of a dark red book on the ground. There were pages laying all around it.

He furrowed a brow and picked it up.

Giyuu looked at him as Tanjiro opened to the first page where words were written in a rushed fashion.

I never moved unless I was told to.

I never spoke unless I was spoken to.

I was told to always remain at his side.

When he told me to wear thin, lacy material, I did.

When he told me to please the upper moons in any way they desired, I- begrudgingly so- did.

I was Muzan Kibutsuji's little demon slayer toy. A pet.

I didn't ask for this.

I don't even remember how I got here.

I miss my friends, my brother, even my career slaying man eating creatures.

I've heard some of the upper moon's talking about me. Number two, Douma keeps repeating how delicious he thinks I'd be, Number three, Akaza reprimanding him almost immediately.

Number One, Kokushibo, I feel, almost regrets taking advantage of me, but still does regardless. It must be stressful, walking literally anywhere, eating a few helpless humans and then returning back to the Infinity Castle maybe an hour later. Not.

On a mediocre day, one of them will cross a Hashira, and when their names or appearances are described, I recognize them instantly.

My heart broke when a close friend of mine and my brother's, Kyojuro Rengoku, passed at the hands of Akaza.

I doubt Iguro started looking for me. It's his birthday today, actually. That's about the only thing I remember from before I was taken.

This is my 468th day of being missing.

I hope he kills me soon.

-Y/n Obanai (September 15, 1915)

That name sounded so familiar to Tanjiro.

The Serpent Hashira. His sister was kidnaped by Muzan Kibutsuji and used as a play-thing.

"Oh my god...This poor girl..." Tanjiro muttered, covering his mouth in shock.

"We should take this to him, that is, if he's alive after all of this," Giyu said, his head hung low.

Tanjiro nodded. He flipped to the last page of the book, where there was a small poem waiting to be read. It must have been just as painful to write as it was for him to read it.

I have no tears in my eyes.

I have no words in my voice.

I have no dignity,

Confidence,

Or sanity left over in my tired, used body and brain.

A disappointment I must be to my loved one's that used to surround me

But now that I've been taken away, I'm labeled as weak.

I never knew that the end of my life would turn out this bleak.

-Y/n Obanai (August 12, 1924)

Thought this was a cool concept ig