❝Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn into poetry. All the blood was never once beautiful, it was just red.❞
A story of a half breed, half human half demon, that walked the earth hated. She learned of selfishness and blood lust far soo...
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Y/N, the half-demon, half-human, walked steadily down the dirt path, her sharp eyes scanning the horizon. The vibrant orange sky bathed the world in a soft, golden glow, making her hair shimmer faintly. Her demon slayer uniform hugged her figure—long pants and a sleeveless, tank-top style uniform top, revealing her toned arms. The weight of her blade at her side shifted with each step, swaying slightly as if in rhythm with her heartbeat.
The evening air was thick with the scent of warm earth and distant pine, and the silence of the approaching night was only broken by the soft crunch of her footsteps on the dirt. The memories of battles fought and struggles endured lingered at the edge of her mind, but for now, she allowed herself a moment of peace under the blazing sky.
As Y/N continued down the path, her sharp eyes caught sight of a familiar figure in the distance. His long, dark hair swayed gently in the evening breeze, and his oversized uniform was unmistakable. There was no doubt—it was Muichiro Tokito.
His presence was quiet yet commanding, as always, and his gaze seemed distant, lost in thought. He stood still, looking up at the orange sky, seemingly unaware of Y/N’s approach. His oversized haori flared out slightly behind him as the breeze picked up, giving him an almost ethereal appearance against the warm, glowing backdrop.
Y/N’s pace slowed as she approached him, curiosity flickering in her eyes. She hadn't expected to see him here, but his calm demeanor was a familiar and somewhat comforting sight.
"Tokito," Y/N called out softly, her voice cutting through the quiet of the evening.
Muichiro blinked, his expression as unreadable as ever, before slowly turning his head to face Y/N. His misty eyes held a distant clarity, like he was seeing her but lost somewhere far away in his thoughts at the same time.
"Y/N," he acknowledged in his usual soft, monotone voice. There was no surprise in his tone, as if he had expected her to appear all along.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The golden sky seemed to hold its breath, casting their surroundings in an otherworldly light. Y/N studied him for a moment—he looked as he always did, calm and collected, yet there was something about the way he stared off into the horizon that made her wonder what was on his mind.
"You out here for a mission?" Y/N asked, her voice casual, though her eyes searched for some sign of emotion from him.
Muichiro’s gaze shifted slightly, as if weighing whether to answer, before finally responding. "No," he said simply, his voice soft yet firm. "I was… thinking."
