✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩
"Fight me, mismatched hair!"
"Huh?! Who the hell are you calling mismatched, dumbass?!"
"Shut up, Sumika and fight me!"
"It's Sakura, dammit!"
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── In which a fiercely independent and captivating girl captures...
A swordswoman who wears a boar mask pants as she pointed her swords to the progenitor of demons, Muzan Kibutsuji.
"Y/n! Y/n! Watch out!" Tanjiro shouted, as Y/n breathed heavily.
"They protected us...hah...That ball ball old man's leg. And the mismatched haori guy's arm got cut off. All those corpses everywhere are the friends I ate my food with."
She continued
"Give them back.....The leg, the arm, the lives. Give them back."
"If you can't do that....Then you'll die a million times over to make up for it!"
Y/n cried , as one of the tentacles of Muzan grip her.
"Y/n! Ahhh Y/n! Help her!" Tanjiro cried.
Y/n able to slice the tentacle just in time.
"Y/n get it together! Tanjiro's still alive! I can hear his pulse!" Zenitsu shouted and joined the fight. But he was immediately thrown off by Muzan's tentacle.
"Monitsu!" Y/n screamed, she tried to slice the tentacle but was smashed in the concrete.
"Gegh!"
Tanjiro cried. "Zenitsu!"
"Y/n!"
"Y/n!"
"Y/n!"
"Y/n!"
She jolted awake and fell off on her bed.
An old woman, who slapped Y/n in the face with a slipper, looked down at the hurt Y/n on the floor.
"OLD FART! WHY DID YOU WAKE ME UP!? I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF A GOOD FIGHT!" Y/n shouted at the old woman.
"Ara, Y/n-chan. It's already 10 o'clock the morning" Hisa smiled at her.
"If I didn't wake you up, then you're not gonna savor the freshly cooked tempura I made."
She said as Y/n immediately stood up and ran downstairs.
"Hphm!"
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