Misty Meadow [Muichiro X Reader] DEMON SLAYER

Backstory...

I was decently old enough to take care of my little brothers when they were born. My parents were probably the hardest workers I'd known before the twins.

They'd been happily in love and raised me to be a respectful, disciplined young lady.

I was always told that I had my mother's breathtaking eyes and silky, long hair. However, I didn't act like her as a child. I was what you'd call... reckless for the first few years of my life.

Everyday was sweet with my family, as we were living in the village together. But when my mother announced she was pregnant, I hadn't known that it'd be the last few months I had with her.

You see, she became injured just before she'd gone into labor, and even though my little brothers were born healthy, she wasn't okay. And she would never be okay again.

She had a risky birth, which took her life after only 2 hours of postpartum.

Isn't that funny? How 27 years of life can be taken away from you, just like that. And nobody bats an eye after a given point in time. Some call it fate, god's plan, or whatever else they gaslight themselves into hoping is true.

But I wouldn't hurt myself further by pretending that it could've been avoided. Even so, it did hurt to lose her.

Father changed a lot after that day. He started to drink sake often, regardless of whether it was the middle of the day, or 2 in the morning. He was what one would call an 'alcoholic', and as unfortunate as it was, when he didn't find satisfaction by means of drinks, he took out his anger on the kids.

He blamed my brothers for my mother's death. And as much as I wish she were here, I would never take that out on 2 innocent children, who couldn't control their own birth.

I'd always take as many hits as I could for them. Because when drunk, he could barely tell the difference.

And as bad as things were going then, it got worse and worse until my life as I knew it shattered before my own eyes.

I'd just come home from getting some dango around the town for my brothers, when instead of being greeted by their gap-toothed, anticipating smiles, stood an 8ft tall, humanoid figure.

Before I could even fully step inside, I'd witnessed something worse than death unfold in front of me.

"TAKE THEM!" Yelled my father. "JUST LET ME LIVE! YOU CAN HAVE THE LITTLE BRATS," he dragged.

To yell, and cry in fear.

Can't say I was all that different.

"ARE YOU CRA-"

...

A bloodbath.

My own baby brothers... they were gone.

...

Rage.

Rage is all I could remember after the demon up and left.

"YOU SELFISH BASTARD," I screamed at the top of my lungs.

In pain, agony, fear, and most of all? Rage.

Before I could stop myself, I'd bashed his head in.

I did that.

Me.

Not a demon, not a killer.

Me.

I was the killer.

I stared at my bloodied hands in horror as the soulless body of the man I once looked up to lay in front of me, bleeding profusely.

I broke into tears and ran into the nearby forest.

Fuck being alive, it was overrated if I had nobody left.

I found the same demon lurking in the forest and yelled out to him.

"HEY!"

He flinched and turned around sharply, but a wicked smile spread across his face upon seeing me, a defenseless human.

"Why don't you kill me too now, huh? You know you want to. Do it, you fucking coward!"

I continued to taunt the demon as he finally dashed towards me, full speed.

I'm coming, mother.

I closed my eyes, a crystal-like tear being the last thing they'd see, when suddenly, I was whisked away by some kind of pink light. And the next thing I knew, the demon was beheaded and flurrying away.

"Are you alright?! The demon is gone, you need to get out of here!"

Who...who was that?

She had 3 thick braids in her long pink-green hair, and worry creased her brow at the sight of myself, paralyzed in front of her.

I couldn't tell whether I was still in relief, or disappointment, but it never really mattered anyway.

"I... thank you, miss."

As much as part of me wished that she hadn't been there, an even larger part of me felt an immense gratitude.

"Why would you ask a demon to kill you..? Are you alright? Did anything happen?"

This was likely the first time anybody had shown concern over how I'd felt since my mother's demise. It was somehow comforting. It reminded me of her familiar smile.

Before I knew it, I was crying in her arms and shivering as I told her everything.

Was it a bad idea to tell a random woman every tragic event in my life? Maybe, but it was an even worse idea to try to kill myself. And she did save my life.

"You poor thing..." she softened her voice.

All I could see in her previously bright green eyes was pity, and sorrow too.

She did just save my life. What if she regretted it? What if she wished she'd just let me end my own misery?

"So you have nowhere to go anymore?" She questioned.

I shook my head as she helped me up from the ground.

"My name is Kanroji Mitsuri."

"Would you like to train under me, and become a demon slayer to save humanity from this kind of end?"

...

What the actual fuck?