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

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷: 𝙸𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢

"Onichan*! Sekiei!.. Onichan*!"

She calls as she stumbles out of the rubble, breathing rapidly. Her voice barely escaped her lips, face and body stinging from cuts. She couldn't even think straight. What even happened?

It was so silent. Too silent for such a bustling village. Wether it was crying children, singing friends whose voices were like doves, or adults laughing and smiling with the others.

'They aren't dead, Fukurō. They're alive, just like you.' Fukurō tells herself as she coughs out the dust that entered her lungs, blood dripping from her head onto the ground in small puddles. She holds her head in her hands, the pounding too much to bear. She groans as she falls to the ground, a dagger scattered beside her. Her hands couldn't even reach for it, as she was cowering to the ground. Killing this thing was her main goal. But she would probably die first.

"My Scorpion Blood Demon Art is spectacular, isn't it?~" The monster teases, the kanji of 'Lower 5' engraved in her pupils. "Over 30 humans killed by me! Such a feast I'll have!~" It steps closer to Fukurō, its needle-like nails cupping over Fukurō's shoulder, pulling her up from the ground,"It must be so crushing, having all of your friends and family die before your eyes. I might save you for last, to have a bit of fun.."  

Fukurō looks at the thing with tear filled eyes, chest heaving as she grips tightly at her hair, "..they'renotdeadthey'renotdeadthey'renotdead..." She mutters to comfort herself, trying to ignore the blood on her hands and body. "They're not dead.. You're lying! I don't even know what it call you!" Her voice wavers, trying to keep herself from sobbing, "I don't know what you are.. who you are.. or why." She stops talking as her voice grew quieter, to only gain more courage to speak, ".. How could you kill innocent people with a grin like that?!" 

The monster sighs, digging her nails into Fukurō's shoulder, causing her to flinch. "God.. Children are so annoying. Humans are annoying. Are you going to whine and complain the entire time..?" They say as they toss Fukurō aside. Fukurō's back hits the wall abruptly, blood spattering onto her clothes. The metallic taste in her mouth scares her. How long would this torture go on? She holds the dagger in front of her, trying to keep the inhuman creature away from her. Maybe if she stabs it a few times, it can die. Although, she wasn't sure it would even work.

"..." The scales peppered on the monster's face flutter slightly, and they began to snicker. "Hehehe!~ Do you really think a puny human like you can stand up against a demon like me? It's amusing, to see the determination flare in your eyes!" The demon wraps their hands around the blade of the dagger, blood dripping like raindrops from its hands. "I won't die, girl. Let me give you a bit of a hint; I can regenerate." They say as their skin stitches back together like a needle to a cloth. "Face it; You can't do anything to save yourself. You should just give up."Tears fall down Fukurō's cheeks, pure fear and despair in her heart. 

So this was it.

The end of her 14 years of her life. The end of her relationships with her few friends. The end of everything. Just because she let him leave.

Fukurō breaks down in tears, burying her face in her hands.

She's done. 

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"Wind Breathing: First form— Dust Whirlwind Cutter."

Sanemi mumbles as he decapitates the demon with his Nichirin sword, his eyes narrowed as he watches the demon's head fall to the ground, right in front of Sanemi while it's body tumbles right to Fukurō's feet. The last thing Tsutsuji wanted to see was the face of her murderer."Since when did you get here, you bastard?! You must think you're all high and mighty— And a Hashira too! Damn it, damn it, damn it! It's not fair! I hate you!"  Tsutsuji continues spitting remarks at Sanemi, although her speech was muffled as she turned into ash. It was like a dying flame, and the sight sent an eerie relief throughout Fukurō.

"Mhm. That's what they all say." He replies, before looking back at Fukurō. His eyebrows raise when he sees her smile. Even if her smile was barely visible through the blood and cuts, he could still see the thankfulness and gratitude in her eyes. Fukurō turns her head, and lets out a relaxed breath as she sees a recognizable hand. Maybe she didn't need to die alone.

"... Arigatō*."

She says to the mysterious scarred man, luckily clear enough for her own ears.  Sanemi reaches out his hand, trying to keep the girl from fainting as he sees her close her eyes, curling her hand around something beside her. 

"I—! HEY! DON'T—..."

Fukurō's head falls to the side, collasping to the ground as her eyes fall shut. '... If I'm going to die here, Sekiei, I'll die here beside you."

The blood falls from her skin like raindrops as her mind goes blank.

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*Onichan: "Brother" in Japanese, usually said by a younger sister

*Arigatō: "Thank you" in Japanese