Heart Of Fire; Veins Of Ice | Kimetsu No Yaiba Fanfic (Kyojurou's POV)

Chapter 9

When night falls, as does the snow.

The fire continues burning, and Masahiko does not return yet. He hopes he's still safe. If he dies, he's dying too. 

No one will know where he is, and the fire will put itself out eventually. 

He sees the moonlight shine into the room through the window, as he breathes. Each breath is a reminder of what he could and could not do.

Snow falls, heavy and suffocating as it coats the ground and covers it in its thick, pale layers. Kyojoru knows he's been staring out through the window the entire day. It's strangely mesmerising, as he watches snow fall faster and heavier as the night passes on. 

It draws him in, as he closes his eyes, still looking into the snow, and he can feel it between his fingers, him standing in the snow, as it gently pelts down on him, the air cold, cool and crisp. He can picture his breathes coming out as clouds of white vapour in the air, holding a hand out as he catches each snowflake, before it melts into water in his palm, and flows down his wrist and arm, cold streaks on his arms.

He sees, in his mind's eye, as the snowfall increases and thickens, and his vision is hazy and his view distorted, a figure in the distance. 

Wearing a snow white cloak, with patterns of crystal blue and silver in the pattern of shattered ice along the cloak, the figure has their back to him, as snow falls and his vision becomes fainter. His hands instinctively moves for his sword, and he draws it out, feeling the warmth from his blade.

He breathes, against the cold, the numbing, suffocating cold, and despite the heat from his breathe and movements, ice and frost forms along the length of his sword, creeping from the blade to his limbs, and through his veins, into his arms. Nothing stops it, as tendrils of ice cling onto the soles of his feet, while snow and freezing rain descend on him as it drenches him and exposes him to the cold. It takes away his sight, followed by his touch, his voice, his smell, and his hearing.

He is Alone.

He opens his eyes, only to stare face to face with a four eyed demon, with bared fangs and three pairs of arms.

It lunges at him.