A book featuring multiple characters from multiple fandoms.
A/N: My last book was taken down so this is technically a continuation of it. I will be adding some part twos from my last book with descriptions of what happened in the first part. I will...
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A/N: Requests are being worked on. Figured I'd put this story out first since it was finished and just sitting in drafts.
Y/N's POV
I could feel the eyes of all of the Hashira on me. Some of them were shocked while other were casting a death glare at the demon sitting behind me. I laughed nervously as the master patiently waited for me to collect myself so I could explain what happened. Sitting behind me was none other than Kokushibo, Upper Moon One. He was just staring back at the Hashira with his six eyes emotionless. That made everyone be on edge. " I believe that we're all set now. Why don't you explain what happened and how you came to meet Upper Moon One." The master said. " So......it went something like this...." I said.
Flashback
" Please don't. Please don't. AHHHHH!" I heard one of my fellow slayers scream as I ran through the small village. " Where is everyone? Why did we have to get separated?" I asked myself as i ran. It was my first mission as a Demon Slayer> I had just passed Final selection by a miracle and was now a Mizunoto or someone in the lowest rank of the Demon Slayer Corps. I never wanted to become a Demon Slayer but was forced to by my family. My father, grandfather, great grandfather, great-great grandfather and so forth were Demon Slayers. Apparently my ancestors worked alongside the first breathing users. However, because of my family's beliefs, they believed only sons should become demon slayers. They believed that daughters were only meant to be wives and mothers to children so I was never allowed to train. But my father ended up dying before he and my mother had a son which made me my grandfather's only living grandchild since he had no other children other than my dad.
So i was forced to become a demon slayer, despite his lack of faith in me. To be honest I wanted to run away so many times. Whether is was because of the constant abuse I faced by being born a daughter rather than a son or the countless training sessions that left my body broken and battered, I hated my life back home and I hated my family. The only one who ever seemed to genuinely care about me was my mother. She was forced to marry my father and hated him as much as I did. She always said that the one good thing in her life was me which is why she was the only one to shed tears upon my departure.
Anyways i got assigned to my first mission which was to hunt down a demon that was recently spotted in this village. There were about twenty of us so there was no way we could lose. We decided to split up and search the village. After about an hour of searching, I found nothing so I turned around to find some of the other. But then I started to hear blood curdling screams from all over. I recognized the voices as my fellow slayers. Something bad was happening to them. So I ran as fast as I could to try and find them but it sounded like their screams were coming from all over the place. I couldn't pinpoint them. " I don't want to die! Please! AHHHHH!" I heard another one scream.
" Why was I born with such tiny legs?! Move faster!" I said. The screams started getting quieter and quieter. I knew that most of my fellow slayers were dead. " Come on. They have to be here!" I thought to myself. As I rounded the corner, I immediately stopped from the scene I saw before me. Standing with his back to me and looking down at one of my fellow slayers was the demon we were sent to find. He were very tall and from the looks of it was very muscular. He had long, spiky black hair which had red tips at the end that was tied up in a ponytail. He wore a puple and black kimono and black hakama pants tied with a white uwa-obi. He wore zori on his feet with white tabi socks. In his hand was a large fleshy katana with eyes.
