A Demon's Journey: Love Beyond Time

Chapitre 1: A New Life, A New World

The first thing she noticed was the weight of her body. Heavy, unnatural—like she wasn't herself. Her limbs felt wrong, too light and too strong at the same time, and her breathing came in sharp, controlled bursts. The taste of blood lingered in her mouth, but it wasn't hers. Panic rose within her as her mind raced.

Where am I? The thought hit her, but it was quickly overshadowed by another, Who am I?

Memories started to flood her mind. Memories that didn't belong to her. A girl in a pink kimono, black hair flowing down her back—Nezuko Kamado. She had watched Demon Slayer, knew this character intimately. But that was a show, a world far removed from reality. Yet here she was, in Nezuko's body, her hands—no, claws—clenched into fists, small embers licking her skin.

How did this happen?

She remembered her death—swift and unexpected. It wasn't painful, just sudden. But she had no time to dwell on her previous life because this one, this new existence, demanded her full attention.

"This isn't the world I know," she muttered, her voice raspier, thicker than she expected. The familiar landscapes of feudal Japan sprawled out before her, but something was different. Something wasn't right.

She wasn't in the world of Demon Slayer. No, this was the Sengoku Jidai, the era of InuYasha. She had seen these lands before in anime form, in books and fan theories, but now, they were real. The wind was crisp, the earth damp beneath her bare feet.

"I'm... in InuYasha's world?" Her thoughts raced as she tried to make sense of it. If she was Nezuko—this body, these powers—then what does that mean for me here?

A loud crash in the distance broke her concentration. Her demon senses flared to life, heightened beyond anything she had known as a human. Her hearing, her smell—everything was sharper, more intense. Something was happening nearby. She crouched instinctively, muscles coiling as her feet dug into the soil.

I have to be careful, she reminded herself. I can't let them know I'm not from this world. Her mind quickly formed a plan. I'll act as though I've always been here, a demon from this era. But it wasn't fear that drove her to stay hidden. It was something far more complex. She had an opportunity here, to change things, to alter events.

I can't let things play out the way they did before. I can prevent the suffering, stop the tragedies from happening. Her heart pounded with determination. But I have to be smart. No one can know who I really am.

She shifted her weight, allowing her demonic energy to flow. Flames erupted gently around her, not wild and out of control, but with a precision she hadn't expected. She smirked to herself, pleased. Nezuko's power and my mind—this world won't know what hit it.

As she began to move through the forest, she caught the faint scent of a half-demon nearby—InuYasha. She knew she wasn't ready to face him yet, not before she had a grasp on her abilities. She couldn't risk anyone recognizing her as an anomaly. For now, she had to stay in the shadows, observe, and plan.

But the world around her wouldn't wait.

Days turned into weeks as she navigated through the feudal lands. She encountered low-level demons, dispatching them with ease, her confidence growing with each battle. She kept her distance from the main characters—InuYasha, Kagome, and the others. Her focus was on mastering her powers, understanding Nezuko's abilities and making them her own.

Sesshomaru, the name flashed in her mind frequently, unbidden. A cold, calculating figure, powerful beyond measure, and someone who would eventually become a key player in this world. Her heart raced at the thought of him—this wasn't the infatuation of a fangirl, though she had once admired him from afar. Now, it was something more.

He's dangerous, but he could be an ally... if I play my cards right.

One evening, under a blood-red moon, she found herself standing near a stream, the cool water running over her toes. The peaceful silence was shattered by the sound of rustling leaves, and her sharp demon senses picked up on the presence of another. She didn't move, knowing that the creature behind her wasn't an ordinary demon. No, this was something else—someone else.

"Who are you?" The voice was cold, emotionless, but unmistakably powerful. She didn't turn, but she knew exactly who stood behind her.

Sesshomaru.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she kept her composure.

"I could ask you the same thing," she replied, her voice even. Her claws flexed involuntarily, ready for a fight, though she knew that facing Sesshomaru head-on was suicide, even with Nezuko's powers.

"I don't recognize your scent," Sesshomaru's voice was closer now, deadly calm. "You are not from these lands."

She finally turned to face him, her gaze meeting his golden eyes. He was just as intimidating as she remembered—tall, imposing, with an aura of danger surrounding him. Yet, there was something else in his gaze, something akin to curiosity.

"I've been around longer than you think," she said, carefully choosing her words. "The world is vast. You can't know every demon that walks it."

For a moment, Sesshomaru said nothing, his eyes narrowing as if he were assessing her very soul. The air between them was thick with tension, but she refused to back down. I can't show fear. Not to him.

He took a step closer, and the weight of his presence bore down on her. "Do not mistake my curiosity for tolerance. If you stand in my way, I will kill you without hesitation."

A small smile tugged at her lips. This is the beginning, she thought. The first of many steps to change this world.

"I have no intention of standing in your way, Sesshomaru." She said his name deliberately, testing his reaction. His eyes widened ever so slightly, but he remained silent. She tilted her head, the fire inside her crackling subtly under her skin. "In fact, I think our goals might align."

As the days passed, their paths crossed more often than she had anticipated. At first, Sesshomaru showed nothing but indifference, but he seemed unable to completely ignore her presence. They would exchange few words, but there was an undeniable tension, a pull that she couldn't explain. And slowly, without her realizing it, she began to look forward to those encounters.

She'd catch glimpses of him watching her from a distance during battles, his golden eyes always calculating. There was no softness in him, no gentleness, but she saw more in him than just the cold, ruthless demon lord.

He's lonely, she thought one night, watching the stars from a cliffside. He's always been alone. It was a dangerous thought, but she couldn't shake it.

And as for her—she wasn't sure what scared her more: the growing attachment she felt toward Sesshomaru, or the fact that she was starting to wonder if, just maybe, she wasn't as out of place in this world as she initially thought.