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

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟹𝟷: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚁𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚢

"... Hmm... Oh. It's you. What, have you brought another Demon Slayer friend as well? That doesn't matter, I'll kill you both anyways." Kimiko mutters, dusting off her kimono as she gets up, "You'll both be my hive's next meal, and hopefully they don't make such a mess as they did this one."

Now this demon was sputtering nonsense. Another Demon Slayer? The rest of the hive? They must be lies. Now the real question was; Is the demon aware of the gas as well?

"I doubt that. The only one who'll perish here is you. Have you even thought of all the families you affected for your selfish needs?! You took their children, or even their sibling, out of the lives that they deserve!" Fukurō states, but snaps her mouth shut as soon as she opened it. She could feel the air shift around her, the oxygen heavy and uneasy. Taking a sidestep from her location, she barely dodged the full-blown attack her way.

"DO NOT MUTTER A WORD ABOUT FAMILY!" The demon screeches, rushing towards the Demon Slayer. At least she had inflicted something on her enemy; a small cut on the top of Fukurō's eyelid.

'Come on, Fukurō. Concentrate! Don't leave this house with the guilt of not protecting those you pledged to defend!' Fukurō wipes the trickle of blood smearing her eyelid, taking a deep breath despite the danger in doing so. "Wind Breathing: First Form— Dust Whirlwind Cutter." In the same fashion, Fukurō speeds past the demon, slicing its arms off of its body in the process. 

"You brats! I've eaten hundreds of you before, and your flashy Breathing Styles won't keep me from devouring two more!"

Fukurō then proceeds to cut the legs off of the body, leaving the demon limbless temporarily. Damn it, she has those wings, doesn't she? Then she'll have to cut them off as well—

"So what's your Blood Demon Art? Being some mutant and have illusionary gas? I must have some kind of deal!" Fukurō says, but the confusion on the demon's face stopped her from moving any further. Why did she look like that?

"What on earth are you talking about. What gas?!" Kimiko shrieks, her limbs growing pace in regeneration. "Illusionary?! You're lying, right? You're trying to get my guard down and..." Tears filled her eyes when she sensed no dishonest intent from Fukurō. Either that girl was a really good actor, or...

"I'm not lying. I'm the only Demon Slayer sent here at the moment. You're underling-things aren't here as well. You've been dusting nothing off of the floor." Fukurō's arms loosen, feeling shame for her somewhat sympathy towards the demon.

"You liar! Go kill her! Bring back her dead corpse!" Kimiko calls out to the isolated room, a malicious smirk on her face as she watches Fukurō's figure being swarmed by familiar faces. 'Hai. Go on, torture her for her insolent lies.'

"... They... were never there, Kimiko." The scene that played before her eyes had vanished once a voice was heard, as if a call rang out to her. There Fukurō was, unharmed. And there Kimiko was, all alone.

"..." Tears flood from Kimiko's deep eyes, a loud cry being heard from around her as she bawls to the ground, a pool of her own blood at her half-severed feet. "I LEFT TH... I LEFT THAT STUPID MORON FOR NOTHING?! I'VE BEEN LIVING THIS SICK FANTASY ALL ALONG, HAVEN'T I? ALL OF MY HARD WORK WAS FOR SOME FAKE HALLUCINATION!"

'Onee-chan.. Why are you crying..?'

'... Did the Demon Slayers hurt you, Onee-chan?'

Kimiko bawls harder, "SHUT UP! YOU AREN'T REAL!"

Fukurō could see the hurt and betrayal on Kimiko's face, eyebrows furrowing. She should just behead her now, shouldn't she? She can't miss an opportunity like this again. "Wind Breathing: Sixth Form— Black Wind Mountain Mist."