May the Stars Guide You ~ KNY x Reader

Time may fly, yet the past catches up

[A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter. I had a bit of writers block plus starting to get a degree is taking some of my time. I'll try to be as consistent as possible.]

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You gazed at your astrolabe, the intricate gold patterns that were so delicately made. Brushing your fingers across it as you reminisced.

'Mistress, I have news.' A voice spoke directly to your mind, breaking you away from the thoughts of the past.

'What is it, Kinzo?' You replied.

The man hesitated, wondering if he was interrupting something, but continued to speak as not to keep you waiting.

'The shrine made contact with the demon slayer corp from our distribution of our wisteria has deepened.' Kinzo informed you.

A small smile emerged from your lips. It took quite a while to gain a trusting connection with the new slayer corp, or technically the same corp. It's just that the masters had perished and the location changed since last you were there. Which was centuries ago.

'The corp seems to be interested with us about the manufacturing of their uniforms and unsure on the talismans. Unfortunately, they don't wish to cooperate with any weaponry.'

'That's understandable. They won't so easily allow anyone work with the swordsmith village. For now, just pick up discarded nichirin blades from slayers who couldn't return to them.' You instructed thinking that was the end of the discussion. Yet Kinzo wasn't done.

'Mistress, there's more; there's a gift from the Head of the Slayer Corp.' Hearing this once again peaked your interest. You allowed Kinzo to continue talking.

'He gave me an old box full of inventions to give to you. This stuff was really ahead of its time.'
He excitedly spewed, even sitting behind your screen to talk to you. 'To think someone back then began thinking of such mechanisms!'

His words carried unbridled elation as he explained the mechanical parts and how its wings flapped. You were actually getting curious about it, since it reminded you of something.

However, something seemed off, not in necessarily a bad way to you. Why did the Slayer Corps send you this? It seems so arbitrary.

"I have a question." You verbally asked. "Do you know why they sent this specifically?"

Kinzo halted his rant. Even through the screen between you two, you saw him hold his chin and probably make a face portraying deep thought.
"Hmmm, I think the shrine maiden who handed me this stuff mentioned the head said you'd know about it."

"He did? Why would he?" you thought to yourself. You haven't had proper contact with the corp in literal centuries. You were quite sure they shouldn't have any record of you. Not even your breathing style, as you hadn't taught anyone before you became a demon.

You slid open the screen, causing Kinzo to jump in surprise. Next to him was a black box that clearly stood the test of time.

A tear streamed down your cheek as you gazed at it.

"This is..." you muttered. You grabbed the box and opened its lid. Inside were a bundle of rusty mechanical butterflies with wings that had lost their once bright iridescent colours and dulled.

You picked one up and pulled a tiny switch on it; staggering as it went, its wings slowly moved up and down. For a brief moment, you witnessed the beautiful colours of its wings under the moonlight, yet it could never compare to sunlight. Your hands trembled as you waited for it to take off, yet it couldn't and soon ceased operation.

"Fumi...hito," you choked out from your broken voice, your tear falling onto its wing.

"M-mistress! Are you okay? Why are you? I'll find Chinatsu and Shiori! Maybe they can help."

"It's fine, Kinzo." You stopped him. You wiped your tears before placing the construct back into the box. "It's just that this brings back memories."

You picked the box up and placed it near your bed; you didn't need sleep anymore as a demon, but you chose to ignore that.

"Kinzo Thank you for bringing this to my attention. Can you get someone to tell the head that I sincerely appreciated his gift..." You stated even getting a piece of paper and writing a simple letter about it. "However, I wish to know why he gave this to me."

"Of course, mistress; however, I don't think that would be necessary as they are quite interested in you."

"Well, that's expected. I am the... deity? No, that's too good for a demon. Head. I'm the head of this shrine; they are interested in the one calling the shots." You thought to yourself.

You finished writing the letter and handed it to Kinzo.

"Get one of the shrine caretakers to deliver this. I will begin my predictions now. Please don't disturb me." And you instantly shut your screen door, leaving your demonic servant holding the letter.

"I swear she is... distant."

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[Two days later]

You were busy examining one of your weapons Kinzo and Shiori helped you restore. Your beloved clawed gloves, though they looked like a normal pair of gloves, when gazing deeply into them, you sensed a dense presence of blood demon arts woven into the very being of it.

You gazed at the fabric, no longer tattered from the last time you used it. It was beautifully weaved, containing a wondrous star motif throughout the black silk. The silk itself was something else: soft and smooth to the touch yet showed an incredibly strong resistance to tearing.

Placing the gloves on, you smashed your fist into a rock hard enough to not break it.

"Wow... I barely felt a thing." You marvelled at the fabric's ability to dampen the strength of blows, preventing the wearer from injury. "Shiori outdid herself with this new fabric."

The next thing you focused on was the blades. Closing your eyes and thinking of the appearing, you felt the emergence of sharp metal from your hands.

"Yes! I'm now complete to become Wolverine!" You giggled at your own dumb joke. You had:
• an incredible healing factor (you're a demon),
• superhuman abilities (you're a demon)
• extended longevity (still a demon).
And now your claws again. You were basically wolverine but prettier.

You stared at them; the honed edges of nichirin steel sent a chill down your spine. You slowly placed your finger on its edge, adding light pressure, and watched as your limb sliced like a hot knife through butter.

"Damn Kinzo! You sharpened these well... I wonder how those sharp knife TikToks would rate the sharpness. Maybe 1? Impossible, probably like a 10?"

If it wasn't for the fact that beheading probably no longer worked on you, you may have actually been worried that you'd accidentally severed your own head.

You had severed your head before, but not with a nichirin blade. Entirely because if you permanently died from that, you couldn't get your burning white-hot revenge on Muzan.

You began seeing all the ways the blade could change shape, going from spike knuckles to a blade that connected around your hand.

While you p̶l̶a̶y̶e̶d̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ tested your new weapon, you sensed a familiar presence.

"Chinatsu, why have you disturbed me?" You turned to see the girl sitting on the roof of your building holding a large red-tipped paintbrush in her arms.

Waving the brush, an ink painting of a bird came to life, and she immediately placed a letter in its mouth. Taking off, the bird flew directly at you before dissipating into blood mist, causing the letter to drop in your hands.

You opened the letter to see what was a child's handwriting. You analysed it carefully, trying to make out the words.

"At least it's better than my handwriting as a kid... something something demon slayer corp... something something meeting... something something cooperate..." you read out, muttering key words or phrases. It all seemed that the head of the corp wanted to meet with you soon. However, the ending drew your attention more.

"I wished to return your husband's... creations. If it wasn't for the record of you, I wouldn't have learnt of your existence, Y/N Tsugikuni, from Kagaya Ubuyashiki."

Those words resounded through you. You had been right that they knew you, but you couldn't think of a single reason why. Yet there were records of you that confused you more.

Though hearing that name truly made you realise how long you've been alive...

"Chinatsu... What era is it again?" You asked.

"Mistress I believe it should be the Meiji era, nineteen-o-something. Why?" She asked, seeming puzzled as she looked at your contemplative expression.

"It's just roughly a decade and a half until the main cast appears." Your vengeance is drawing ever near.

"Chinatsu sent a message to the head of the slayer corp. Tell them I wish to meet as well, and that I'd like to know where they learnt of me."