May the Stars Guide You ~ KNY x Reader

Stress Relieving

[A/N: Hi... I'm alive. So I don't particularly have an excuse. With university, and that I got back into drawing (proud of myself. I drew Mydei), I kinda forgot in the midst of all of it. Plus I wasn't very sure how to carry on for like a week prior til I got this idea. I'm sorry for the wait. I hope it's good, I haven't grammar check it so please let me know]

You had shut yourself in your room once again, arms holding the tattered cloth as you laid on your bed. Your mind racing on what to do.

You were fast approaching the main storyline. The beginning of demon slayer yet due to your circumstance, you contemplated on what you could do.

Seeing the young ubuyashiki had made you realise a few things. The main thing being you can't personally rejoin the corp yet. Though you could rip out that second brain of yours, that tether to Muzan, it couldn't be permanent. Becoming a demon meant you had control whether or not you regenerated a limb, but you couldn't keep gone forever. Muzan would notice.

"Come on Y/N. Let's think of something else." You said to yourself, propping your immortal body up and turning to the blackboard you had on the wall. It was a gift from Kokushibo, one of many gifts he had sent you over the years.

They usually ranged from fabrics he saw weavers make and threatened them to give him, to more practical stuff like paper, foreign pens, paintbrushes and boxing gloves. It seemed that despite the times you'd not speak to him for a years, he never stopped trying.

Grabbing some chalk and looking over a note book you wrote centuries ago so you wouldn't forget anything, you began writing down things you'd try to prevent, shutting down all blood streams that were directed to your second brain, effectively killing it lest any thought of betrayal is leaked.

You pondered and pondered before it struck you. "Those two kids, whatever their names were, that knew Giyuu. Urokodaki's disciples!" You began writing that down, labelling them as kid 1 and kid 2 since outside the main cast and some side characters, you didn't bother to remember some names.

"Those two were apparently strong and would have become great slayers if they hadn't died to that ugly demon in the final selection forest..." you recalled. "Saving them would be beneficial but... them dying motivated Giyuu."

You thought to yourself what would happen if they all lived. Would Giyuu essentially become a different person? Would he still create the eleventh form of water breathing? Would he even be anywhere near his power in the series?

You pondered this. You weren't stupid enough to think that nothing would change no matter what you did. Your very existence was an anomaly which has a caused countless changes, however all of them weren't significant to completely overhaul the continuity. Though this won't last long; The more changes you make, the less reliable relying on canon is.

"Should I... just do nothing?" This thought crept through your mind. Do nothing and stick with canon for now. Let them die for another characters personal growth.

Silence filled the room. The chalk in your hand pressed against the blackboard, slowly trailing down leaving a white unsteady streak. Your free hand making its way to your face to cover it, as shame flooded your body.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

A crimson liquid dripped down your arms, leaking from your head as your gripped tightened with self-hatred.

"What am I thinking?!" Throwing the chalk with pure rage. The chalk-dusted finger tips curled and gripped your skin, clawing your skin. "I can't believe I was genuinely contemplating letting people die for character development!"